The Tragic Amours
of Erysichton
by Don Juan
(MF, MF+,
FF, group, oral, solo, fantasy, myth, fist, anal, cons, nc, sm)
TWAS a fine day in the land of the gods, and Erysichton was
cavorting about the fine country with his entourage of troglodytes and ne’er-do-wells. It was indeed in the bleak midwinter in
which we set our tragic tale. November had fallen like a delicate flower upon a
corpse, and the children of the land could be seen to
play with a certain preternatural grace. It was the eve of Guy Fawkes and
throughout this marvellous kingdom Kent’s fledgling
had busied themselves with the task of collecting firewood for the coming
celebration.
Son of Triopas, our young Odysseus was endowed with all the arrogance and impiety of his
father. He was a handsome young man who sweat charisma
through his pores and acted with a deliberate passion and ferocity which seemed
more characteristic of animal than man. But of course
Erysichton knew full well he was handsome too, in fact he put the narcissus in narcissusistic. Born
under a setting sun and possessed of the stamina of a demigod, his father was
determined from birth that his son should grow up to be, if nothing else, a
man.
The friends Erysichton chose were out of
necessity rather than want of anything, let alone companionship. Aesthetically, they bore little resemblance
to anything even remotely physically attractive, and mentally they had a little
to be desired.
Erysichton had slowly moulded his friends into his followers and in
doing so had distanced himself from everybody around him leaving this solitary
Odysseus with much time for contemplation and much opportunity to achieve his
own ends.
This seemingly innocent hunt had led
Erysichton and his comrades to the kingdom of the gypsies. The gypsies are a
foul bunch of work-shy, thieving degenerates who care little for the customs or
values of any society, let alone that of
“We’ve not got
much fucking wood have we yet, you stupid bunch of fucking cunts?” Eloquently proclaimed Erysichton.
“Yeah, we know but we are in the fucking
gypsy area now aren’t we.” Rejoined Sebastian.
“What’s your
fucking point you little fucking spunk bubble?”
“Look it’s
like this . . .” Offered one of the troupe.
“Like what?” He expostulated almost incredulously.
“We can’t
fucking well go in there!” He said as he wildly gesticulated in an effort to
point in a particular direction.
“Why are you swearing? I’m not swearing.”
“We are going to have to leave you alone
on this one.”
“No you're fucking going in there.”
“No.”
“Yes!”
“No.”
“YES, YES, YES, YES!”
“We can’t do
fucking we’re this we’re
afraid.”
“I obscenity in the milk of thy fear.”
“Now that’s
the last fucking straw. Thou hast resorted to trying to parody Hemingway. Thou shalt walk
alone on this, thy mission.”
“Thou hast the stomach of a pomidor.”
“Balls to pomidors.
You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“Whatever I am, that is not something I
could admit to.”
“Well it’s
fucking true alright. You are out of your fucking mind. No matter what you do or say will change our
minds.”
“Then fare thee well strumpets.”
Erysichton exclaimed making a resigned gesture of dismissal.
Erysichton’s comrades aggressively sauntered off
into the distance, leaving our young hero on the path to his fate. Unfortunately the path having been recently
trodden by what appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent
congregation of travellers, left this trail so implausibly scarred with the
faecal matter of this strange people to make it look as though it were the path
to hell. But “fuck it” he thought, he needed wood.
Donned in the height of fashion,
Erysichton not so much walked as waded through the wasteland. Within a short time, our hero was chanced by
the merry songs of the gypsy folk playing in a field nearby. Although he could not see the performers, he
could hear the sound of their off-key wailings drift heavily through the air.
It had been raining a great deal that
November so most of the wood that would have been perfectly suitable otherwise
was now saturated with heaven’s waters. Erysichton could not be sure why he was drawn
to this area or why he believed the wood here would be any better, nevertheless
he was correct in assuming that here would be precisely what he had searched
for.
Erysichton wandered through several
clusters of trees, still clearly damp, until he came to an area which somehow
seemed to suggest there was something slightly different in the land. Looking up unto the skyline Erysichton discovered
a curious autumnal fruit of the likes he knew not of. Aesthetically beautiful though it was these
few trees were exactly what he believed he had been in search of.
Having his axe to hand meant that
Erysichton needed only to fell this mighty tree in order to reap the rewards he
so sought. He swung the axe round to
rest on his shoulder, then with all his might heaved his tool through the air
to embed its edge into the tree. After
having done this a few times and made a great fucking racket Erysichton had
unfortunately stirred the attention of a rather vengeful gypsy.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Screamed
the surprisingly attractive, but still very slutty
looking gypsy girl. “Do you have any fucking idea what you are cutting down
there?” She continued, obviously not allowing Erysichton the chance to actually
answer back to any of these pointlessly rhetorical questions.
Of course Erysichton did not know that
he was cutting into a tree which was sacred to these people. Nor did he care, after all they were gypsies.
“Oh you like this eh bitch?” He said, as
he flexed his manly pecs and swung the axe once more
into the wood, producing a resounding crack.
“Will you fucking stop that or not?”
Again another rhetorical question issued forth from the mouth of the gypsy who
just happened to have a fine rack.
The succession of questions of the part
of the gypsy and the manly responses on behalf of Erysichton came to nothing
but frustration. The gypsy was clearly
distraught and her feeble mind soon turned to violence. She began to formulate a plan in her mind a
plan of not so much fiendishly ingenious brilliance as it was pretty fucking
stupid, though it did have murderous intents.
The gypsy girl went by the name of
Demeter, and it was in her sacred grove which Erysichton had dared to fell
timber. It had first occurred to Demeter
to simply stab the fuck out of Erysichton and kill him that way, until she
realised that he had an axe and she had but a knife so in order to get him into
a position where he would be compromised she would have to compromise herself
in some way. With this in mind, Demeter
retreated to her nearby shitty little caravan in which lay a trap soon to be
put into action, and began preparations for her fiendish plan.
Gypsies are simple folk by nature, so
preparations for Demeter’s fiendish plan involved
only ridding herself of her underwear and waving it at Erysichton.
“Ooooo. Aren’t you thirsty after all that hard work?” She tried.
“Why don’t you come in here and take a rest while I provide
you with a little refreshment of the horizontal kind.”
Erysichton being a man could not resist
a temptation such as this, no matter how much of a filthy whore he thought she
was. So he threw down his axe and strode
across to the caravan. He stepped inside
to find the gypsy lying on a useless excuse for a bed, which was presumably
stolen, and hiked up her skirt to allow Erysichton to see her snatch. It was a surprisingly nice looking one at
that considering the amount of dicks she had taken over the years. Erysichton didn't care too much who she was
or what her name was, because his principle concern at that point was simply to
get his end away, with his secondary concern to gather some wood.
So, Erysichton unsheathed his mighty,
pretty average sized, pork sword and just dived straight in. After all, Erysichton was no woolly-minded
idealist, he fully realised that there was no need for a lot of fucking about
with inconsequential things like foreplay where sluts are concerned. He slid
his length right in to the hilt and was a little disappointed to not actually
feel much, well anything, at all.
“Can you close your legs a little? I'm
not even touching the sides (!)” He politely asked.
She swung her legs up and over his meat
and brought her thighs up to her chest, in doing so clamping shut her gaping
hole so Erysichton could finally feel flesh touching his. It came as a surprise that the flesh of a gypo cunt was actually warm and soft and rather
inviting. The friction was barely
present, but created enough sensation to stimulate his cock.
However, after fucking away slowly for
about forty minutes without even coming close to any form of gratification he
decided to change tactics. Instead he
began to pump away vigorously as if his life depended on it. Sweat pored in torrents down his face as he
continued to thrust away with a definite medal-worthy determination.
Unfortunately he appeared to make no impression upon the gypo
bitch, being as she was, utterly silent.
“Do you have to just lie there like
that? I feel like I’m fucking a corpse.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Make some noise. Make some fucking noise. I live for the noise!”
To this seemingly peculiar rebuke she
decided to hum the tune to ‘Mary had a little lamb’.
“You’re
fucking pushing me now.” He screamed. At this point he was clearly foaming and
frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog.
“I’m going to
fuck you like a crazy bitch.” He decided. “And while I do you’d
better make some fucking noise. Just
something vulgar . . . I’m going limp here!” At this last remark he feebly tapped his
withered cock against his leg.
“You are an amazing lover . . .” She
began.
“Oh really?”
“. . . your cock . . . its so goddamn
big . . .”
“Yes well I’m
happy with what I have.”
“. . .I’ve
taken big cocks before but yours is fucking huge . . .”
“Oh yeah, bitch, that’s
me.”
“. . . I had to bite my tongue from
screaming just now . . .”
“Don’t you
fucking know it.”
“. . . oh god yes it was ripping me in
half . . .”
“Well it’s not
done much for my cock, but my ego is through the roof! Anyway, that’s not what I wanted from you, exactly. Just make some
noise I can fuck to.”
So, finally Erysichton got what he
wished for as she erotically enunciated the vowels - ayyyyyyyyyy,
eeeeeeeee, iiiiiiiiiii, ooooooooooh, uuuuuuuuu, and
sometimes ‘y’ - to the rhythms of his continued and utterly indomitable
humping. By now however Erysichton was
feeling more than a little tired and frustrated, so he withdrew from her chasm
and took to beating his meat with an effort and speed affording a god. It was his aim to shoot his load in her face
as a fine gesture of his manliness. Of
course he possibly could have told her this for she was wholly unprepared for
what was to come next.
Erysichton beat his meat with great fury
and with an explosive result, for within a few seconds of withdrawing his
member he hit the gypsy with a money-shot right in the eye. This caused great outrage, not to mention
great pain on the part of the gypsy girl with the foreign substance in her
eye. The bitch screamed bloody murder
while Erysichton was almost painfully consumed with mirth at this outrageous
situation and the sight before him. Of
course this new happening resulted in the cunning plan, to mutilate or at least
kill Erysichton, to become so awry that it could not now come to a head.
So, Erysichton was now spent and so
tucked away his cock and still mumbling in starts and stops an obvious
stuttering laughter. The gypsy still
wanted, even required, revenge for Erysichton’s
heinous deeds and summoning up her strength, fuelled by great wrath, she chased
after Erysichton with a jar in her hand.
Erysichton had not wandered far from the caravan and was still amused
with the mornings events, regardless of the lack of wood, and so he was still occupied
by his own cogitations when he was chanced once again by, the now outwardly
wrathful, Demeter. She ran from behind
him straight past him and then back again, though on the way back left her
passing gift to him with a fond farewell.
“From this day on you will fuck and fuck
and fuck and you will never have enough.
You will fuck until you can fuck no more but that will not be enough.
You will fuck, until you eventually fuck yourself!” She screamed, in his general
direction, as she threw the jar’s foul concoction
onto his groin.
Almost immediately did the vitriol have
an effect, because almost without delay could Erysichton feel an overwhelming
itching in his groin. He began to
scratch and dig at his crotch but to no avail.
He scratched and squirmed and dug and rubbed and all the while the pain
only increased. The pain increased to
the point that his loins felt like they were burning in hellfire. As the fire raged away, Erysichton poured
forth his vile rebuke.
“You think I’ll
weep, no I’ll not weep. No you unnatural hag. I will have such revenges on you that all the
world shall - - I will do such things what they are, yet I know what; but they
shall be: the terrors of the earth!”
Demeter fled into the, relative,
wilderness leaving Erysichton alone to nurse his itching balls and bruised
ego. Now, Erysichton was intelligent but
not so intelligent as to know what the fuck was going on. His mind was reeling and he could not control
anything he thought and could barely control his body. One consolation was that his legs seemed to
work, so with this one function in his control he began to run until he could
run no more and then had to stumble onwards and onwards until he could regain
his mind.
Erysichton wandered through the
wilderness with a mind clouded by a thousand men’s
perverted thoughts. Knowing not what to
do, he stumbled onwards with a definite pain in his mind for want of knowledge
to realise what had happened, and not to mention the painful ache in his groin.
He trudged onwards and onwards not even
looking where he was going, so it came as a surprise to him when he happened
upon a clearing in the woods and came as more of a surprise when he found that
here was also a waterfall. Though, after what had happened to him that morning
he accepted this new experience with more nonchalance than the occasion would
have otherwise called for.
Erysichton’s loins seemed to be consumed with a heat
unimaginable, for although there was no inflammation to speak of a powerful
metamorphosis had already begun to start in his body. As he rushed to the waterfall, what he
believed would be his source of relief, he was suddenly taken aback and then
became mesmerised at what he could now see and hear.
Erysichton witnessed something of
awesome splendour of the likes he had never seen before. Emerging from the naturally beautiful display
of the cascading veil of water came a quintet of what appeared to be
water-nymphs. These mysterious
seductresses had all the form and grace of angels and sang their tragically
poignant confession, thus:
“We love each other, as men ne-ver could.
Consumed with passion, for
each we love.
And do-ting-ly,
By false means we share.
“We feast upon the vi-gil.
Crying only songs of love.
And ten-der-ly,
We have each other so . . .”
As if this was a cue from another, each
of the nymphs took to busying themselves in enjoying the pleasures of the
flesh. A kind of crude and animal-like
poetic fervour took possession of them.
Somewhere in the back of Erysichton's
mind, he realised that he had not so much been cursed again but now he had
become truly enchanted. If only
Erysichton could manage to get any logical part of his brain to function then
he may have been able to control himself and his actions. However, unbeknownst to our hero these nymphs
were actually beautiful sirens, adroitly skilled and experienced in the art of
seducing men and luring them to their death after performing a whole catalogue
of sordid and perverse acts. They went
by the rather earthly yet still lyrical names of: Stacey, Tracey, Sharon,
Giselle, and Mercedes.
Many years of modern man had destroyed
all confidence the sirens once had that there was any point in their ritual of
sex and death and instead had allowed themselves to gradually become more
introspective. Thus the mystical quintet
had become increasingly inward looking for their satisfaction, and in place of
the bizarre rites of the past, the group had immersed themselves in a new, and
seemingly more innocent, delight.
The fact that this numinous sorority had
decided to sing for Erysichton could have been considered mysterious itself if
we were not to mention the effect it had on him. Nevertheless, some things will
never be explained and others need not explaining at all.
So, Erysichton stood and watched, he
watched mesmerised as the five sirens put on a display for him. The spectacle
before his eyes was one of such poetic grace as to appear spontaneous and
possibly ephemeral, yet maintained a certain passionate ferocity which could
only be explained by the love they shared.
Each of them took turns to meet the
others with tender, affectionate kisses.
Tracey and Sharon, and Giselle and Mercedes lingered awhile longer
enjoying themselves, leaving Stacey to step down onto hands and knees on the
moist, warm bed of moss. Stacey bent
forward resting her face on her hands and pointing her womanhood at her
sisters, beckoning them to their duty.
Now each in turn made like the first, until Stacey was at the fore and
Mercedes completed the chain. Tracey,
Sharon, Giselle and Mercedes each had their face buried in the woman in front,
leaving only Stacey to voice their collective screams of joy and pleasure.
Each of the nymphs had their tongues
buried in their lovers cunt and were eagerly lapping up the sweet nectar
therein. Stacey being at the front of
the group coaxed Erysichton toward her and he more than willingly obeyed. She guided him to her rose-capped nipples and
he eagerly sucked upon them with sheer delight.
The other sisters seeing that Stacey had started without them each stood
up and came over to their new conquest.
Tracey, Sharon, Giselle and Mercedes,
each beautiful in their own right but each wonderfully unique began to share
this new found wonder and took to caressing and exploring his body. Each of the nymphs took care of a different
part of his body, leaving not an inch of flesh untouched. Erysichton was in Elysium, he lay back upon
the warm bed and allowed the quintet to enjoy him, as he lay their stunned with
his hands reaching up to heaven. The
wild beings sucked and bit his flesh with such tenderness that Erysichton could
hold back no longer, he unleashed his passion with a mighty spasm, drenching
Mercedes in the process.
Only now did it become evident what the
gypsy had meant, as Erysichton’s cock did not flop to
his side as it should have done but instead swelled to a greater size. Not only was Erysichton surprised by this but
so were the sirens who eagerly dived upon and devoured this new, bigger piece
of meat. Mercedes sat to the side while
Sharon and Stacey cleaned her face.
Tracey and Giselle were mesmerised now, Erysichton had regained his
sense as adrenalin coursed through his veins.
It was Giselle who spoke first, and what she said even a fool could
understand.
“Fuck me, fuck me, I want you to fuck
me, I’m begging you to fuck me.” She implored.
Of course he decided to fuck her. As exhausted as he was by now, he really had no choice in the matter. So begrudgingly he now went about the task of fucking the female. O how life doth pain him. He rubbed the length of his shaft to make sure it was up to the job, which of course it was and was as hard as a length of steel pipe. He pulled the girl to her knees and turned her so that her ass was to him. He fondled her tits a little and rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger, just to prolong the agony. And then the moment she was begging for - he plunged balls deep into her cunt with one stroke and bottommed out so hard that she lost all balance and fell on her tits. His cock was still embedded in her pussy, but now not right to the hilt so he leaned forward and rested himself on her back, all the while stroking that wonderful ass of hers. He now instructed one of the sisters to come over and see him for a minute. She came over and he hit her straight in the lips with a powerful, loving, yet painfully erotic deep kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth and quite accidentally the rhythmic movements of his fucking matched the movement of his tongue. He opened his eyes now to see Tracey utterly engrossed in sexual ecstasy as she had one hand grasping his hair and one hand fingering her crotch.
Erysichton then climaxed so forcefully
that it took his breath away. His pupils
dilated and his muscles contracted, as his cock once again began to expand and
his sexual appetite began to grow greater he noticed that the sorority had got
to their feet. When the quintet stood
before him now they seemed to have regained a degree of dignity. Erysichton’s fluids
dripped from their bodies onto the floor, yet they remained silent and
sober. With sombre faces they advanced
slowly upon our young hero with obvious murderous intent.
“Why is it everyone I fuck now wants to
kill me?” Pondered Erysichton. Though it
was no time for idle thoughts and so he once more grabbed his cock and
split. He ran from the scene like shit
off a stick, naked as an animal and with the simple instinct to survive. Again he had to stumble through woods and
trees not knowing where he was going.
Erysichton stumbled upon another
clearing in this mysterious forest where he heard again the moans of Sapphic
joy. He ran to the source of the noise
determined to once again prove his worth as a man and convert a bunch of lesbos back again; he simply dived right in, so fast in
fact that it would be impossible to determine exactly what the fuck happened at
that moment.
Luke ‘Hercules’ Judson then strutted
into the clearing and to demonstrate his god-like prowess he parted with his
clothes and dropped to the floor. Of
course, he did not fall flat on his face, as would be thought, but instead
seemed to levitate. What had actually
happened here was that Hercules possessed one of the most potent peckers in all
the land, and being so potent as he was, he was able to lift his entire
ninety-seven pound body (his cock alone weighed fifteen pounds) from the
floor. Further to this extraordinary
ability, Hercules was able to execute press-ups with nothing to aid him, but
his johnson.
“One . . . Two . . . Three . . . Four .
. . F— . . . are you lot watching or not?”
Of course none of the group were
watching this super-human feat, as all were otherwise engaged with their own
amours. Xena and Gabrielle were occupied
with feverishly eating each others cunts, and Erysichton was servicing Gabrielle’s tight little arse as she lay on the floor. Erysichton’s wang was by this point in our tale really quite monstrous,
but somehow Gabrielle, who Erysichton at first believed to be innocent and
virginal, dutifully allowed her arse to swallow inch after inch of his meat
into her body. If it were not for the
intense bliss that Gabrielle was receiving from Xena’s
deft tongue and hot mouth and her extensive experience in taking gargantuan
ogre members up her arse, she would never have been able to bear the powerful
pumping from Erysichton’s end.
As Xena was in the throes of her Sapphic
pleasure, Hercules decided to slide his entire seventeen and a quarter inches
right up her shitter.
He pumped away with all the passion and ferocity he could muster from
his tiny little body. Hercules,
unfortunately picked the wrong bitch to bone.
The matter of the predicament being that not only did Xena hate anal sex
but Hercules’ man-meat happened to be vulnerable to damage only when
administering his anally injected death sentence.
“Not the ass. Not the ass. I fucking hate it
up the ass.” Exclaimed Xena.
Still screaming like a little bitch with
orgasmic pleasure she reached over to her side and fumbled through her bondage
gear looking for her sword. She clasped
her sword in her right hand and wrapped her fingers round its handle, holding
it with a soft caress as if she were holding a cock, and with one fell swoop,
swung the mighty sword behind her and sliced straight through Hercules’ cock.
“Talk about losing your head(!)” Remarked a surprisingly calm Hercules.
The head was severed but somehow the
wound seemed cauterised. What happened
next amazed the amused looking Xena, as Hercules’ cock, sans head, swelled a
little and seemed to rupture. Almost as
if he were giving birth a new head emerged from the end of his shaft to take
its rightful place once more.
Meanwhile, the old head of Hercules’
dong was having difficulties removing itself from Xena’s
just fucked ass. It was immediately
clear that something had to be done about this.
Gabrielle had obviously come to the same conclusion as she was hastily
snapping on a pair of rubber gloves and coating her latexed
hands with lube.
At this point Erysichton was lying a
little tired but content behind Gabrielle and was discussing philosophy with
Hercules.
“I think Aristotle said it best when he
said: Você expressa stupid pouco bastardo o que o têm feito.” Drawled Erysichton.
“I
disagree. The axioms of science fall under the consideration of the metaphysician
insofar as they are properties of all existence. Aristotle argues that
there are a handful of universal truths.”
Retorted Hercules.
“I see your point, and while I would
love to discuss this with you further, I am itching to get my knob shined.”
So, Erysichton heaved himself up, having
to carry his cock with both hands now and strolled over to Gabrielle and Xena;
they were only nineteen inches away but it felt good to stroll. Erysichton took his manhood over to Xena who
was on all fours with her rump in the air aimed at Gabrielle. Erysichton watched as Gabrielle inserted
first a single finger and then without hesitation, her whole fist up Xena’s rear. While
this was going on, Hercules had persuaded Gabrielle to allow his mighty schlong up her gaping hole, evidently Mr. Judson had quite
a penchant for arse-fucking.
“So you hate being butt fucked, but you don’t mind being fisted like that?” Asked a rather bemused
Erysichton of Xena.
“Oh when she does it I just love it. I don’t mind anything she does.” Xena dotingly replied.
“I guess you won’t
mind this then.” Remarked Erysichton as he shoved his cock into her mouth.
The cock had of course grown since his
encounter only moments earlier with Gabrielle and so was dangerously oversized,
even for such a loud mouthed bitch as this. Erysichton’s
cock had a mind of its own and burrowed deeply into Xena’s
mouth and ventured forth down her throat.
He heard a sudden pop, almost but not quite a snap; Xena’s
jaw had dislocated itself in order to accommodate his mighty meat. A single tear rolled from the mighty warrior-dyke’s eye, whether out of joy at her first deep-throat or
out of sheer pain, it was impossible to tell.
Hercules slid his weapon in and out of
Gabrielle, allowing her little respite or even room to move. Gabrielle was in fact too busy diligently
fisting Xena and in fishing out the elusive cock-head from Xena’s
rectum. Erysichton determinedly pumped
away at Xena’s face while she struggled to come to
terms with this extraordinarily manly man.
Although his cock was forever getting bigger the curse unfortunately had
afforded him no sexual stamina and after a short time he blew his load.
Erysichton’s jizz shot to the back of Xena’s already sorely surprised throat, in waves. The hot liquid flowed forth like rivers of
blood and as he removed himself from her mouth the spunk poured from Xena’s mouth and shot from her nose leaving her stunned and
covered in cum – a fine gesture of manliness.
Feeling restless, our wiley Odysseus set foot
to ground once more, with cock slung over shoulder he again took to the path in
search of home.
Erysichton stumbled from the forest
exhausted, almost crippled. He collapsed
to floor and rolled over onto his back.
He would have slept there had it not been for a skinny pale little
bare-chested inbred with a gold chain round his neck driving a Ford Escort.
“Get outta fuckin' road you fuckin’ cunt.”
He said, as he struggled to articulate past fat lips set in a thin face with
hollowed cheeks and a sallow complexion.
Overall, an ugly fucker.
Erysichton was not in the mood to beat hardnuts to death with his mighty tool and instead picked
himself up and staggered in the direction of his house. It did not take him long to reach his home
and once there retreated directly to his room.
Erysichton’s cock was now as thick as his leg but
even longer, so he couldn’t even hide his shame
behind a pair of trousers. He sat in his
room rubbing his member and wondering how he was to escape this situation. All his boyhood he had wished for a cock as
big as a house, and when he finally gained some sense he simply desired one
about fifteen inches long, big but not too big.
He had fucked eight women since the encounter with the gypsy and each
time he had done the deed his cock had grown.
Soon it would be too heavy even to carry around with him, it was not as
if he could just leave it behind.
So, he set his thoughts to the task of creating a solution. He was thinking what he could do but was constantly and continually distracted by encroaching thoughts and communiqués from a realm of debauchery and sensuality. The first clear thought he formulated was that he should go back and see if he could find the gypsy camp where he fucked the gypsy girl, way back that day, whenever that day was, he was losing his grip on time.
“I’ll go and see that little bitch.” He said aloud, to nobody in particular. “But first just a quick bash.” It was foolish to even think about this but Erysichton’s hunger was now all consuming.
He rubbed his pride and joy from end to end and it flickered into life so quickly that Erysichton was startled. His body had adapted quickly to his rapidly growing appendage, so much so that it could adequately provide him with the blood needed without smothering him with unconsciousness. Erysichton stroked and fondled his manhood with the love only an owner can provide a cock. Both hands slid up and down the trunk of flesh, he could feel the blood coursing through his veins almost in anticipation of what was to come next. The hands kneaded the flesh and got beneath folds. Up and down, round and round the shaft his quick hands went. Faster and faster and faster, only one thing could result from this. Sweat poured down his face and his anxiety began to grow and feed upon itself.
Erysichton was now not so much doing this for the pleasure or to appease his sexual appetite but to appease something more vicious, something almost malevolent within him, something far more elusive. He fucked himself as a man possessed and now got to the stage where he had to use the rest of his body to try to bring an end to the insufferable desire welling inside himself.
His testicles were grotesquely swollen, and the changes in his body had changed their colour to black as pitch. They now weighed him down like cannonballs, and when they chimed together he could almost hear a metallic ringing. He sat bolt upright and hugged his cock tenderly yet forcefully, shrugging his shoulders and his chest trying to stimulate himself. He buried his head into the end of shaft, he burrowed downwards as he did this, licking his way inside as he became feverish with anxiety and the need to relieve himself.
His balls tightened against his body suddenly. His legs went numb. His stomach sucked itself inwards. His balls retracted further into his body, becoming part of his cock. A small rumble was barely heard. Then . . . a powerful explosion. Semen shot out of his cock like a bullet from a gun and snapped Erysichton’s neck. His head lulled back inside the shaft limply, hardly blocking the continuing flow at all. His body now flattened and there was a terrible noise of the cracking of bones as the cock began to absorb the body connecting it.
The cock now was a thing of its own, an Ouroboros. It amalgamated within itself all of Erysichton’s limp and lifeless body. The cock flopped to floor, writhing and squirming. It now began to consume itself and that is when Erysichton’s destiny was fulfilled. The cock consumed itself and exploded, covering the whole room in a vile mix of blood and cum. The concoction dripped obscenely from the ceiling and dribbled pathetically down the walls.
There was not a trace of who Erysichton
once was in that room.
Epilogue
No matter how hard I push I get nowhere. Push. Push. Push.
Nothing. I can feel the blood swelling now. Building up. This is the worst
thing that has ever happened. Pain. I'm losing consciousness. I must keep on
pushing. The end is in sight. I can feel it coming now. Onwards into the abyss.
I'm getting nowhere. Here it comes. Relief.