Last night, through a combination of logistical factors, I didn’t sleep well. I had several unsettling dreams and record them here. All of these are NSFW and are fragments that have no beginning or end. These are either just snippets of my subconscious knocked loose by my general state of arousal (Day 100 of NoFap!) or some demonic Patron is making itself known.
Hell Hound
In a dream, I was changed bodily into a massive, black mastiff. I watched in fascinated horror as my cock grew hard and canine, getting speckled and smelly, leaking onto my belly. I doubled over as my testicles grew to the size of fists and then writhed around as it became a huge, massive dog.
Aroused, I stood up and around me were the Satanist men who had transformed me through ritual. Around the edges of the circle were white, Christian men — hypocrites and molesters, all — tied in a way that they were on all fours and on their knees. As a dog, I fucked each one of them, pounding my weird canine cock into their holes and unloading my demonic seed burning into their bowels as my knot expanded and made their holes bleed.
Hotel
In a dream, a strange man with long, dark hair shows up at my doorstep, says nothing, but shows me the satanic sigil tattoo on his arm. I immediately show respect as supernatural control overtakes me. I am his servant. I don’t know him. I know there are others like him. I must serve them all.
He comes into my home like he owns it; for now, he does. He strips me and breeds me. He sleeps in my bed while I sleep on the floor. He pisses down by throat in the morning. He washes his clothes and breeds me again while he waits. He eats my food, then breeds me again, before getting dressed and heading on his way. Throughout, there is no conversation. I’m as much an object and appliance to him as the toaster.
In the end, he gets dressed, leaves, but punches me solid in the face before he does. This is somehow my duty, to be a hotel for wayward Satanic men who need a place to stay.
Virgin of the Moon
In a dream, my conscious wakes up in the body of a different teenager every full moon. I shift ethnicities, cultures, body types, personality types, but I am always male. I am always a virgin. I am always, over the course of the month, approached and seduced by Satanic men either overtly or covertly, and molested or raped in some fashion.
Sometimes it’s quiet and somewhat consensual, sometimes I’m coerced heavily, sometimes it’s outright rape. Sometimes it’s loving and gentle, sometimes it’s full of playful kink, sometimes it’s outright BDSM.
Sometimes I’m the naive nerd approached by an estranged uncle. Sometimes I’m the African-American student bullied by larger boys and their father. Sometimes, I’m the pale wrestler who is tied to a post and sucked and milked as a gift to Satanic slaves.
It’s never something I chose and when the moon is full, my consciousness moves onto the next guy.
