Aphrodite · Part 2 (2/2)
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etting gradually tighter as time passes.
And the coarse reed that my wicked goddess inserted into my prick to keep it uselessly erect forever creates a pain that I would never have even imagined in a nightmare. The cords that she wrapped tightly around my organ from the base to the tip only serve to make the torment even worse by compressing my throbbing penis around the rough surface of the reed.
So each pulse of my engorged cock as I am lustfully inspired by the pictures around me is more a source of astounding agony than one of exquisite pleasure!
But that torment is only one component of my living nightmare. The Mighty
Aphrodite took my joke as an affront to her gender, and came up with a devilish form of retribution. After she had fettered my arms and legs, and connected that nasty ball to my nuts, she used her magic to enlarge my masculine breasts. She touched each nipple with a glowing finger, and slowly pulled it away from my body causing my male chest to expand outwards into a fully developed mammary of mammoth proportions. Their immense size and perfect proportions would make most men drool lustfully.
My new, awesome breasts and the leather and metal girdle that compresses my waist to a remarkably narrow size combine to give me an intensely desirable female shape; but their extreme proportions emphasize the fact that the appearance is merely a magical artifice to confuse my sexual nature.
that I might know what a woman feels when properly adored, she massaged the breasts with gentle caresses and sweet, loving kisses. I was amazed at how wonderful it felt as she held my new globes in her warm fingers.
I had never done that for any woman that I had lied down with; and I felt a pang of guilt about it, knowing at last how I had deprived them of pleasure.
But I had little time to dwell upon that as she turned her attention to my stiff, distended nipples.
When she sucked on my incredibly tender cherries, I thought that I would die from bliss! This torment, if it could be called that, continued for quite a while. As she sucked on one swollen bud, she squeezed, kneaded and twisted the other. It was an astounding experience that I hoped would never end. I purred like a happy kitten. But it was a form of torture, too, although I didn’t realize it at the time. Never in my life had I ever felt anything so wonderful. And it kept feeling better and better by the instant. If it were possible to explode from too much pleasure, I would surely have done it then. I was thoroughly immersed in the exquisite sensations that were concentrated in my nipples but flowed into every fiber of my body and overwhelmed all conscious thoughts.
It was positively electric! I was transported to another state of being that was completely beyond all my conceptions of erotic pleasure.
Aphrodite teased me mercilessly, expertly driving the pleasure up with her fingers and tongue, and then changing her point of sexual attention so that I reached multiple plateaus and each time moved up to another level of ecstasy. I was so completely immersed in the sensations flooding throughout my body that I hadn’t even realized that she had stopped until the pleasure began to ebb away.
head had not yet been encased in its leather helmet when she transformed and teased me, so I was able to look at her in confusion. I was gagged at that point, however, so I was unable to plead with her to go on.
I asked her with my eyes why she had stopped. It was the last time that she spoke to me. “It gets even better as the stimulation continues, and is truly heavenly when a woman climaxes, but you will never know that state, my little bitch. From now on, you will never know pleasure without pain, and the pain will always dominate in the end, leaving you with overwhelming emptiness and desire. I wanted you to experience pure womanly pleasure so with a single touch of my finger, I made your cock insensitive while I ministered to your breasts and nipples.
“And now with another touch, I return the sensation, but your organ will be more sensitive than ever so you can feel every single needle on that reed that I have inserted into it. You will go through endless cycles of stimulation that will truly be more intense each time, but the pain will also be worse each time because the cords will grow tighter while the reed inside your member grows thicker; so your needs will get greater and your frustration will get worse, but will never end. In particular, that nasty little reed will move about like a centipede inside your prick, so the many sites of pain will change each day.
The growing pleasure and pain will be an addiction unlike anything that any human being has ever experienced. Each cycle of delight will be greater than the last; however, the level of pleasure that you require for a climax will continually grow as well, and will remain forever just beyond your grasp.
“Unfortunately, the pain that you experience, in your arms and legs, in your jaws, in your cock and balls, and, yes, even in your new bust and nipples will grow along with that desire. You will wish for mortality, my little bitch, just so you can finally die and end the maddening anguish and yearning.
But you completely humiliated me in the sight of the other gods and goddesses to a degree that no other god or goddess ever did, and that makes me very angry. As others before you have learned, my vengeance has no bounds.
So your suffering will have no bounds. Enjoy eternity.”
She then encased my wonderful new breasts in a truly torturous bra of leather cords. A single, wide leather strap encircles the base of each gigantic orb to make it stick out obscenely, like an over-ripe melon. And the surfaces of my two beautiful globes are criss-crossed with a web of spiked straps that are clearly too short to comfortably enclose my big tits. The viciously tight straps create valleys in my soft mounds of flesh where they press into the surfaces, so the uncovered flesh bulges out between the woven straps.. Large metal needles protrude from the outside on some of the straps, like porcupine needles, as if to warn off any potential attacker while tiny ones on the inside of all the straps pierce and irritate my swollen mounds.
carrot-sized nipples are not covered by any straps. Instead, each one sticks out like a cow’s tit through the center of a heavy gold ring which serves as the anchor point for the radial leather straps that extend down to the base straps. The narrow bands of gold are like wedding rings on a finger, except that the ring is too small. This makes the engorged tips thicker and stiffer and even more sensitive. And the trapped blood makes them hurt in the same way that my tumescent penis hurts, but it seems even more concentrated somehow.
amuse herself, after she had placed my breasts into the confining web of leather, Aphrodite gave each swollen bud another kiss and stimulating suck which made me swoon again despite the pain that burned every muscle of my body. I wanted to kneel down to thank her for the sexual delight that I could never, ever have conceived of. But of course I was incapable of performing that act; and then, as before, she stopped.
What she did next completely shocked me. She pierced each nipple with a burning hot needle. (I don’t even know where the needle came from or how she heated it, but then, she is a goddess.) Then she forced large gold rings through the hole in each nipple, pressed the gold edges together, and then ran her index finger over the joint. In a sparkle of light, the seams from the joints were gone, making the rings whole.
I was, with that simple action, marked permanently as a sex slave.
She added one more last to completely degrade me. She bent down in front of me and took my tethered cock in one hand. She stroked it gently, which was at once both a source of exquisite pleasure and intense agony because of the reed enclosed inside it, just as she said it would be.
Surprisingly, my long-haired goddess even kissed it, which was astonishingly enjoyable. Her tongue felt positively delicious as it swirled affectionately around my stiff organ, but it also made the ache grow to an inconceivable degree because of the tight bondage that forever encases my organ.
I knew that I was truly in the land of the gods as she continued to make my pleasure and pain increase together in a bizarrely mixed harmony. And then she stopped, just as she did a few moments earlier when she massaged my tits with her tongue. I was so close to coming, I wanted to scream at her to continue, but of course I could not because of my gag.
And then, when I was at the peak of sensitivity, I felt the spike pierce my cock. It was a pain more excruciating than anything that I had ever felt before. She left the white-hot needle in the head for an interminable period. My cock would have shriveled down to a molehill if it had not been so thoroughly trussed. When she finally pulled out the shaft, the skin stuck to it, causing me to experience another wave of hellish agony. The ring that she inserted through the hole that she had burned through my flesh was much too large, but she made it fit.
And again, she worked her magic to seal the ring into a continuous sold band, but this time because of the large size of the ring, I felt the heat of her mystical weld. When she released my cock, I was quite surprised by the mass that suddenly pulled down on my swollen member. The ring in the head of my cock will forever prevent me from enjoying the pleasure of a woman if somehow I ever escape this prison, and it will always remind me that I am forever the possession of the goddess Aphrodite.
Having completed my wicked bondage and transformation, Aphrodite then encased my head in the leather helmet that I mentioned before. She deviously wanted me to see all the things that she did to me. And now she wants me to see only her. No torturer in the king’s dungeons was ever so wicked or merciless, because those victims always attained the ultimate escape from their torments: death. With my immortality, I will never experience such relief. My only hope is that someday Aphrodite will decide that she has punished me enough. Unfortunately, it has occurred to me that she might simply forget about me as her life’s activities distract her thoughts from me. In that case, nothing will end my torment, and that is too awful to contemplate.
All this seems too cruel a punishment for my minor offense. And yet she has found one final insult that makes my bondage and pain and pleasure even more pronounced. It isn’t really another constricting strap or piercing needle. It is what keeps me moving so that the ball weight bounces and the gold rings in my nipples and cock become points of unending stimulation. In the center of the cavern which is my permanent dwelling place is a massive, rotating stone cylinder a dozen cubits in radius.
Two long stone rods protrude outward from that wheel on one side.
One is about the height of my ankles while the other is over my head.
A leather thong tethers the lower rod to my penis, which is thus endlessly excited by the jerky downward pull that is a consequence of my shuffling steps as the rod pulls me around and around. Despite the intensely erotic stimulation I will never experience the relief of a climax.
new, gigantic breasts are secured to the upper bar, via chains which are connected to my nipple rings. The thick nipples are stretched achingly upwards and in opposite directions as the link points on the bar are about three cubits apart. It would be pointless to try to describe how much it hurts to have them stretched so far apart.
This is how I will spend eternity. I will walk unceasingly in a circle.
I will experience sexual stimulation such as no man in human history has ever experienced, but I will never experience the explosive thrill of an orgasm because I will have to endure levels of pain that no human being has ever experienced. My view is the most thrilling one possible: an endless array of life-like images of Aphrodite, which I have discovered change with time, and are becoming increasingly more sexual and provocative.
And I smell the aromas of all that I love to eat, while my stomach gnarls hungrily for a morsel of food to digest. All because of a stupid practical joke.
Life
– particularly, endless life — just isn’t fair…
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