Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 20:13:25 -0400
From: Nick Bennet <kinkbrother@gmail.com>
Subject: A Life Converted - Chapter 1

Hey guys!  I am really looking for feedback here; I've never written this
genre before, and I'd love to know what you'd want to see in future
chapters.  I am planning on involving some pretty intense scenes in the
school where Tony works...

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A Life Converted - Chapter 1

     Tony studied the strange figurine on the shelf before him.  It was
comically disproportionate: a foot-tall grotesque with an insidious grin
and a very erect phallus at least a third the size of the creature itself.
 He almost laughed out loud.  The twisted horns were intimidating enough,
but the out-of-scale demon-dick was just too much.  The figure had a long
beard, and its face was fixed in a smile, but with the sculptor deciding
not to give the eyes pupils, the smile was anything put pleasant looking.
 Strange, though...Tony really couldn't stop looking at it.
     "See something you like, sir?" the antique owner asked with a grin.
 He was a rather masculine-looking older man, most likely in his fifties.
 Then again, he could have been in his thirties; you can never really tell
with attractive, fit men.  Salted and peppered hair cut short, piercing
blue eyes, and a crisp white smile looked at Tony, awaiting a response.  A
bit distracted by the lasting effects of the figurine, and seeing something
clearly he liked, Tony struggled to use the English language.
     "I...uh..." Tony stammered.  As transfixed as he was at the figurine,
he couldn't help study the man before him. Broad shoulders, defined pecs,
large "better-to-hold-you-with" arms, and thick tree-trunk legs.  And, yes,
there was definitely a bulge bulging.
     "You...uh...what, pathetic slut?" the antique owner's eyes became
black and pupil-less, just like the figurine's, when he spit out the last
two words.
Tony looked away in shock, and as he returned his gaze, the owner was again
smiling pleasantly.
     Perplexed, Tony asked, "What did you just say?"
     The owner seemed to get a bit impatient. "I am merely asking if you
need any help sir.  I don't mean to intrude, but we do have a no-loitering
policy.  You've been staring at that piece for about twenty minutes, and we
close in fifteen."
     "Oh. Hmm. Well, can you tell me anything about it?" Tony felt like he
at least needed to show some interest.  Otherwise, he really had no
explanation for his staring.  Had it really been twenty minutes?
     "Well, you've picked a good one; I'll tell you that much.  Why don't
you take it off the shelf and pop into the back with me.  I can explain it
better back there."  The owner winked at Tony.  What did that mean?  Tony
was not very adventurous, but he did feel badly that he caused the man some
trouble.  Also, he began to feel like he needed to find out everything he
could about the carving.  Something deep inside him stirred.
    "Ok, why not!" Tony said as he reached for the figurine. As he reached
up to grab it Tony's shirt lifted, and the owner couldn't help but soak in
Tony's hair-dusted abs and his round and perfect ass.
     Tony was an attractive man.  He was in his late twenties, a little
mature-looking for his age.  He wore a beard well, kept it groomed and
tailored to his jaw line.  He was not anything spectacular muscle-wise, but
he kept in good shape.  He'd never admit that he died his hair brown
(instead of his natural blonde), but he somehow never felt confident enough
to have blonde hair.  The truth was, he never really thought much of
himself, and he never really had a lot of romantic boyfriends.  So he was
really unprepared for what the store owner had in mind...
     "Just follow me back here.  Mind the boxes, now," he said to Tony over
his shoulder.
     "What is this made of?" Tony asked, holding the demonic statuette.  It
felt soft and rigid at the same time. It definitely wasn't stone, and it
couldn't have been wood...
     "Oh, I don't really know, but trust me, once you find out what it
does, you won't give a flying fuck what it's made out of!"
     "What it...does?" Tony repeated just as the finally entered what
seemed to be the back of the backmost part of the antique shop.
     "Yes!  My boy, you truly have good taste in ancient black magic
talismans!"
     "Woah...I don't want anything to do with black magic, sir, I just
thought that the dick was kind of a joke..."
      "Well, son, I assure you that great phallus is no joke whatsoever,
and unfortunately for you, you really have no say in what you want any
more.  It seems He has picked you." At this, the owner took the talisman
out of Tony's hand, and placed it on one of the only empty shelves in the
cluttered room.  Tony's head began to feel a bit heavy.  What was this man
talking about?  Black magic? Talisman?
     "You see, boy, this here is a carving of an ancient demon spirit who
was once banished for his lustful ways, and people believe he invented
sodomy itself.  It's said that He selects his followers personally, and
once they reveal themselves to Him, He enters them and fills them with his
life force."
     There was a pause. Tony looked at the statue.  He looked at the owner.
 And then he laughed.  Tony laughed a lot...and quite loudly.
     "I'm serious, boy!  You laugh now, but trust me, his life force is
nothing to laugh at."
     "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...but this is a little too much to handle.  I
mean, seriously...life force...chosen followers...ancient sodomizing
demons...?  It's all just a bit too much to take in."
     "You'll see how much to take in it really is soon enough.  You see, I
am a follower, and I am going to prove this all to you right now.  We'll
start by you revealing yourself to Him."
     "Aren't I already doing that...what, do I need to say my name...or cut
my hand and write in blood?"
     "Ha! That's Hollywood bunk, boy!  You must reveal yourself by
ejaculating onto his phallus.  This will awaken Him."
     "Woah...if this was all a ploy to seduce me...."
     "Not a ploy.  You need to ejaculate onto Him.  You are a very good
looking man, and I can tell you're in need of confidence.  He will give you
great many things, one being the confidence to use your natural lust for
parts of life more pleasurable than you can imagine.  You need this, don't
you, boy?"
     Tony hadn't realized until the man pointed it out, but yes, he really
did need more confidence in the area of sex, and as a school teacher who
didn't get out much, "parts of life more pleasurable than you can imagine"
had a very exciting ring to it.  It was settled.
     "OK...but you're not video taping this or anything, are you? ...Do I
just need to jack off or something?"
     "As long as you ejaculate, that's all He cares about.  However, the
more, the merrier."
     At that, the owner unzipped his own pants, releasing his seven inch
cock.  It was uncut, and the foreskin was dripping with precum.  Tony was
transfixed.  It had been a shameful amount of time since he last saw
someone else's cock in real life.  The owner's cock was semi hard, and
instinctively, Tony dropped to his knees.  He carefully took the heavy,
dense member in his hand and guided it into his mouth.  The owner groaned,
and almost instantly began pumping his dick in and out of Tony's mouth.
 The old man's balls were softly swaying, tapping Tony's chin every so
often.
     "Yes, brother, take my phallus. He will soon visit us and you will be
a follower, too," the owner groaned. Tony still thought this guy was not
completely sane, but he was damn gorgeous and his dick was in Tony's mouth.
 Tony moaned, and the owner increased his pumping in reaction to the
sensuous vibration Tony's moaning had caused.  At this, Tony grasped the
low-hanging balls and massaged them as he sucked on the owner's cock, the
foreskin gliding back and forth over the bright red head of his dick.
     Next, the owner increased his speed and force again.  Now Tony was
starting to gag a bit, but his beginning pleas were muffled by the growing
girth of the owner's cock. It had to be larger than nine, ten inches by
now.  Through his wincing, out of the corner of his eye, Tony could see the
figurine, and it didn't seem possible, but the demon's phallus was growing
larger as well.
     "You cock sucking slut, you're going to take the communion of my
fucking semen, brother!" the owner's voice was becoming more gravelly and
the room's temperature was steadily increasing.  The owner took of his own
shirt before lifting Tony up by his arm pits.  "Take off your shirt,
brother!"
     Tony noticed that the owner's eyes had become black again.  Sweat
beaded and poured down both of their chests.  Tony took off his pants, as
did the owner.  He left his work boots on, the tongues hanging over the
bottom laces.  The owner's legs were densely covered in hair, and his
muscles were tight and throbbing.  Suddenly, Tony was being turned around.
Turned around and bent over.  He was now face-to-crotch with the demon
statue, and the phallus had grown even larger...it was now bigger than most
human cocks, and Tony's heart rate increased. He felt electrified, like he
was jumping off of a mountain or something, and his cock ached with how
erect it was.  He reached down to massage his dick.
    "Don't fucking touch that dick, brother!  It's HIS now, and he doesn't
want you to touch it.  I need to fill you with the communion first, then
you may masturbate."           Tony didn't care; he was content just
looking at the giant cock in front of him while getting plowed by the owner.
    Deep thrusts into his tight cunt were making Tony's mind spin.  He had
never been fucked like this before!  The owner would pull his meat almost
all the way out, and then plow it back in all the way to the base.  Tony's
prostate had never been stimulated like this before, and his ass greedily
sucked in each powerful thrust.            Then Tony did something he never
considered he'd do, but it just felt natural.  He began to suck on the
statue's huge cock.  He could barely fit half of it in, but something
inside was telling him to do it.  The statue's cock was warm and fleshy,
and it felt like it was pulsing.
     "Yes, faggot! YES! You are developing more rapidly than I
thought...give into His lustful ways...debase yourself and suck on the cock
that will soon anoint you." the owner's thrust were rapidly increasing, and
Tony could feel the owner's cock actually increasing in girth; he knew it
was almost time for the far too unfamiliar feeling of warm wetness filling
up his insides.  Tony continued greedily gorging his throat with the demon
statue's phallus as the owner began grunting and yelling as he orgasmed.
  "Fucking yes!  Take my fucking sperm, brother!  Hail our magnificent
demon and pledge your lustful unworthiness to HIM!  Fuck!"
     Tony could feel each throb of the owner's cock, and with that, each
spurt of hot semen up his gut.  They were both moaning and writhing. "Now,
brother," the owner said in between gasps of air, "you must now reveal
yourself to him.  Stand up, jack your cock and make sure to ejaculate onto
his phallus.  It is very important that before the end of your orgasm you
repeat the phrase, *I give my soul to the One who seeks it.  I desire a
lustful existence."*
     Tony was no longer even thinking on his own.  Almost as though he were
driven by remote control, he stood up and began stroking his seven inch cut
dick.  He spit into his hand for lubrication, and he pumped his cock in a
controlled rhythm.  He didn't even notice the gobs of cum dripping out of
his ass, down his leg.
     "Yes, brother, that's it!" the owner cried.  Give yourself to him.
 From behind, and through his legs, the owner began to massage Tony's
balls.  Applying pressure here and there, he began to pull them down as
well, stretching the scrotum as Tony was mesmerized looking at the demon
statue.  His stroking increased in pace and firmness, and before long, Tony
felt the distinct ping from the base of his stomach.        He knew he was
about to cum.  Leaning back a bit to brace himself, he began pumping
furiously and soon the first few spurts of his white junk emerged from his
throbbing cockhead.  He was careful to aim right at the statue's phallus,
and as he was cumming, he made sure to say, "I give my soul to the One who
seeks it.  I desire a lustful experience."  As he uttered those words, the
shop owner also chanted them over and over.
     Tony completed ejaculating, and as they stood there, the lights began
to flicker.  His semen was boiling and sizzling on the statue, and it now
began to grow.  The cock was growing, but the figure itself was, too.
 Taller and taller it grew, until standing before Tony and the shop owner
was an eight-foot, sweaty, muscle-bound, hairy demon. His black eyes
focused on Tony. He spoke in an unearthly deep tone: "You have summoned me,
child.  The price for which is the soul you pledged.  In return I will
guide you into the lustful existence you desire.  You will no longer need
food or drink.  The only sustenance will be pure sodomizing lust and the
life force I provide.  As you enter this existence, you will be my child,
born of my life force today; you will be my disciple, spreading my gospel
and bringing me more followers; you will be my ever-ready servant,
providing me any lustful cravings I desire - no matter the consequences
they bring; and lastly you will build my churches, converting buildings and
people for the purposes of lustful experience everywhere.  Lust knows no
age or race, and therefore I will control and influence all of your lustful
exchanges with whomever I see fit.  These are the terms of your conversion.
 You must accept them by repeating the holy oath you used to bring me here."
     Tony, eyes blackened, cock still throbbing, no longer in control of
his own mind repeated, without slightest hesitation, "I give my soul to the
One who seeks it.  I desire a lustful experience."
     There was a loud clicking noise, and the demon began to laugh.  The
owner had the same wild laughter.  For a few moments, nothing was happening
as Tony stood transfixed.  He wasn't blind, but everything was fuzzy and
there was really no color...everything was in grayscale.  The next thing he
knew, Tony's ass was again filled with the throbbing of a large cock.  The
demon was lustfully pumping in and out of Tony's ass, and Tony could feel
his insides becoming warm.
     "Fuck yes!" Tony screamed, "I've never fucking felt this!  Fuck me
more, sir!"
     The demon's cock grew larger and though Tony's insides should have
logically been split open by now, he felt nothing but immense pleasure.
 Soon the cock inside him began to spew the demon's life force.  Tony
pushed his ass hard against the pelvis of the demon, ensuring all the juice
remained inside.
     "Yes, child, take it all in.  You need this life force, don't waste a
drop."
Tony felt the life force filling up his whole body.  It was warm and
wonderful. Then he felt a sharp tearing feeling inside.  Like a very sticky
shirt being ripped off of his skin.  His abdomen contracted and convulsed
at the sensation, and in a sudden snip the whole experience stopped.  He
felt very light, and his mind seemed less cluttered with thoughts.
     "It is complete.  Welcome, son," the demon said.
Suddenly, all three sets of eyes unblackened, and it was as though Tony
could actually see again.
     "Wait, what just happened?  What was that?" Tony asked, rubbing his
eyes.
     "You just paid your soul!  You're a follower now, brother!" the owner
said.  Tony's eyes completely adjusted, and now the man in front of him
looked no longer demonic or inhuman in any way.  He looked muscular and
hairy still, but there were no horns.  He had dark, wavy black hair and
piercing blue eyes.  His nose was slightly crooked, and his strong jaw line
was dusted in a five o'clock shadow.  He had a defined chest and arms and
legs.  His ears were pieced tastefully with small solid gauges, and he was
smiling a mouth full of pearly white teeth.  In a normal human voice (with
a slight British accent), he said, "Well, two hundred years has been my
longest rest.  Basil, why did you wait so long?"
     The shop owner replied, "Father, I deeply apologize, but I had to wait
for the perfect one to come into my shop.  Young Tony here was literally
the first one to notice you in two centuries."