Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2016 01:22:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: tytykitty909@yahoo.com
Subject: When the monster in the closet is real

"Goodnight my love," Timmy's mother, Dee, said as she kissed him on the
cheek and moved to the door.  She turned out the light and shut the
door. Dee went downstairs where her husband and their friends sat in their
living room, lit only by candle light.

"He is ready," Dee said. She sat next to her husband and they clasped
hands. They were both worried about their son. They raised him for this
though. To be a sacrifice to their master. Their cult regularly preformed
this ritual. It empowered their master and gave them prosperity and healthy
lives.  Sometimes the children were still alive after the summoning and a
great rejoicing would occur. But more often than not the ritual ended with
the child's disappearance and assumed death. The ritual empowered the
cultists to have persuasive abilities. They were always able to talk their
way out of having a missing child.

Not every child had to be sacrificed. Their master was rational when it
came to his cult. It was more profitable for him to have a cult he didn't
have to rebuild every century. Ages ranged from 10 until 16 and it could be
a male or female. The cultists knew it was time for the ritual through a
symbol that would appear on their child's skin.

Timmy was celebrating his 12th birthday when his father noticed the
mark. The cult was summoned within hours and they prepared for the ritual
to occur one week later, that night was tonight.

"Tonight we begin the Empowerment. We ask our lord to grant us his
blessings in return for our devotion and our acts in his name," Dee said
and they began the chant to their Old God.

Timmy was sound asleep when his room shook slightly. He slowly stirred out
of his dream of being a warrior as the rumbling grew more severe until it
was impossible to not notice. His closet door opened and all he could see
inside was a pure black. He looked around his room, terrified and just as
suddenly as it started, it stopped.

The lights of his room blazed on, scaring Timmy even more. He noticed
though that his closet remained unlit and he couldn't not even see
inside. It was still pure darkness. A growl emanated from the darkness.

"Do not be afraid," The growl said, "I am here to help."

"Mommy!" Timmy screamed as he ran for the door. He reached it and threw it
open. Before him was not the hallway of his home, it was a dimension of
twisted sexual images, ribbons of energy and streams of matter flowed
across vast emptiness.

Timmy stood there frozen. He turned around and saw something emerging from
the closet. A hulking red figure stepped out. Solid muscle gave this giant
figure an imposing form. Easily seven feet tall most of the creature looked
human. But it was indeed a creature. Claws took the place of hands, odd
shaped growths grew out of his demonic head. He also emerged naked. Timmy
couldn't help but to notice that massively thick red penis hanging off the
monster.

"Do not be afraid. Your family called me here. Your family needs you." The
monster said, "All you need to do is enjoy the night... and you might even
survive it," He finished with a chuckle that echoed through out what seemed
like a massive room.

Timmy's fear abated. He walked up to the demon and had to look up all the
way to see his face.  Something about his smell and his words made Timmy
feel things for the demon other than fear. He was aroused. He hugged the
demon around the waist and took a deep breath, becoming intoxicated with
the monster's smell.

The demon moved quickly, he used his razor claws to rip the boys PJs to
shreds, leaving the boy naked and also revealing his erection. The monster
leaned down and his tongue flicked across the boy's face, he leaned lower
and allowed their lips to touch. For Timmy it was purely erotic. For the
monster it allowed him to hive a concentrated dose of his drug through his
saliva instead of his scent.

Timmy began to moan while being lifted by the monster and brought to his
bed. Timmy wiggled around and soon was face to crotch with the monster's
massive erection. He took it into his mouth and felt the heat of the demon
inside of his mouth. His mouth felt like it was going to split open and his
throat felt like it was going to burst but something in his head told him
to keep going.

The monster sighed deeply as he sat on the bed and the boy got to his knees
and continued his sucking.  The monster's pre cum was driving the boy wild
and was also loosening up the boy's asshole. Over the centuries the monster
had altered his fluids to increase the chances that his sacrifices had
pleasure, at least before he tore them apart. But there as something about
this boy. Maybe he wouldn't end him this time.

Timmy choked and gagged on the massive red cock in front of him, tears
filled his eyes and lust filled everything else. He felt a twitch and n
itch come from his asshole and he knew what he needed to do.  He climbed up
the body of the demon and straddled the monster's waist. The monster looked
at him with crazed yellow eyes and he listed the boy up slowly. Timmy was
trembling while the monster aimed him above the monster's monster cock.

The initial breach was not the relief or pleasure that Timmy though it'd
be. It was searing pain radiating from his asshole and colon. Just the head
was in and he began to panic. He mind was swimming with confusing and
contradicting thoughts. He needed to get off and away. He needed his
mother. He needed the monster inside of him. He needed the monster deeper
inside. He needed the monster to give him more fluids. He needed to
escape. And finally, he could escape if he allowed the monster to do what
he wanted.

To an outside observer the boy should have been torn apart by the cock and
by the brutal pounding that followed. Slowly the cock sank deeper and
deeper and the boy's anal ring spread open wider and wider.  With about
half in Timmy felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He felt himself feel
less pain and more pleasure. His heart beat fast. He felt dizzy. But most
importantly. He soon felt his butt cheeks touch the lap on the monster.

He began to bounce and groan. He couldn't move a lot but he felt great
waves of heat and pleasure erupt from the cock inside of him.

"Such a good boy," The monster said, "But time moves differently
here. Morning approaches"

The monster held onto the boy and moved him off of his cock. The boy
started crying and begging for the cock to get back in him. The monster
held the boy down on the bed facing up. The boy had his own erection that
looked like it had grown just by having the monster inside of him.

The monster re-entered the boy with the full force of his form. The monster
tickled the boy's feet with his tongue. He grabbed onto the boy's ankles
and sniffed the feet deeply. The monster was lost in his pure ectasy. The
boy screamed and yelled obscenities. He proclaimed his love for the monster
and how he needed to live with the monster forever. The monster chuckled
and continued the assault.  Occasionally he hit a special spot in the
boy. Making the boy yell out in delight. For several Earth hours the boy
was pummeled by the monsters and was crushed by the monster's size.

With a savage, unnatural yell the demon achieved orgasm. His cum shot out
and flooded the boy with boiling cum. The precum on the demon was
protecting the boys inside from the scalding hot cum that was now being
forced deep into the boy. All the boy knew of the temperature of his
insides was a severe but pleasurable warm inside of him.

Soon, the demon pulled out. Slowly the engorged cock slipped out of the
well fucked pre-teen. Small gasps escaped the boy as the solid muscle came
out.

"Be ready for me tonight boy. You have survived something that many do
not. Not only that but you greatly enjoyed it. I appreciate rare humans
like you."

Timmy woke up the next morning to the sobs of his parents. They wore the
garments of the ritual they wore last night. When they came up to the boy's
room in the morning they found him lifeless. His soul was claimed by the
Old God they worshiped.

What they did not know though was their God was simply not done using their
little boy. As he woke up though he remembered the promise, the pact, he
made with the monster. The events of that night would be kept secret and
there would be more pleasure to come.

His parents were ecstatic with their Lords mercy on their family. They
celebrated with a large breakfast and feasted with their fellow cultists
for days on end. The entire time though Timmy felt the still hot cum inside
of him. It was a reminder that he was the monster's now. Slowly it was
being absorbed by his body so he would be forever young and forever a
slutty little boy for lots of monster and human cock.