The astral experiences I’m now calling “Riding the Pipe Horse” came to fruition last night; for reference, here is Part 1 and Part 2 of the experience. In it, I am bound in the Palace of Asmodai, having an apotheosis experience with him as part of an ongoing spiritual evolution.
The Ride
I am bound in a complex set of metal pipes, held off the ground in an position that places me on all fours, and leaves me totally exposed and vulnerable. Around me, the courtiers from Asmodai’s palace throne room teem and attend me, rubbing oil into my skin, keeping my cock aroused, and generally giving me strokes, massages, petting, all designed to keep me aroused and in a pleasured state of mind.
Asmodai himself arrives behind me, but, the way my head is bound in the metal pipes, I can’t see him. I know it’s him. I feel his thumb on my hole and this reshapes me into my astral bull form, which mildly shocks me because I had thought it was reserved to Marbas and previously, only manifested on The Veld.
Asmodai’s thumb enters me. I groan a little and someone works overtime on my cock to harden it again. Two others reach underneath and draw oily circles on my nipples, stimulating them. Asmodai grabs my huge, bovine nut sack and squeezes it gently, working it.
Then I feel his cock at my hole and he slides it in. It isn’t massive or strange. It’s just a hefty cock and so, I can take it pretty easily both from experience and because my bull body is physically larger than a standard human, including my hole. I grunt in pleasure as it slides to the hilt. I feel Asmodai’s nuts rub against my own. Normally, I go soft when penetrated, but whomever is working my cock keeps me hard.
I feel Asmodai right behind me, a huge muscular man holding my hips. I feel his weight. He doesn’t move, but his cock does. I feel his cock pressing inward on its own. I shudder and shift in the pipe bindings. The pipes were situated in a way that gave me some wriggle room, but suddenly, they tighten up slowly on my limbs and joints, Now, I can’t move at all; I’m frustratingly immobile. And I still feel Asmodai’s cock inside me, pressing further inward. I feel it at my second sphincter and I feel my hole tighten.
I realize what’s happening. His cock is growing longer and thicker as it’s inside me. I shudder again. I quiver trying to reconcile what I’m feeling with logic and reality, but quickly lose that fight. I feel his cock enter the next part of me, my sphincters contract and try to hold him off instinctively, but fail. I am opened up totally.
The pressure on my prostate gets noticeable. Without warning, Asmodai pulls out and pushes back in firmly. My prostate sings as it is rubbed. FUCK! If I could buck in the pipes, I would. My ass contracts around him. And he goes in deeper than before. I can’t see how it’s possible. My cock goes soft, because whomever was working it stopped. My nipples are tweaked hard, then it’s back to the circles being drawn. A rough looking guy, naked, scarred, and square-faced slaps my bovine muzzle hard and starts to probe my mouth with thick fingers. I look at the guys stubby square cock and want to suck it.
Asmodai goes deeper into my body. His cock gets much longer and…prehensile, I guess…because it’s moving around inside me at angles that defy common sense. It’s not a cock anymore, it’s some kind of snake or tentacle probing around inside my body. I feel my belly distend with it. And someone’s on my cock again getting it hard. I begin to reject what’s happening…my body tenses up instictively…and I start to ineffectually thrash around in the bindings. It’s intense, but I can’t move to any measurable degree. My body is just reacting. My prostate feels like it’s getting crushed and fluid starts to seep out of me.
Square-face holds my mouth open and lays the head of his stubby cock on my thick, bovine tongue. I lick it compulsively. Asmodai’s member gets bigger and bigger inside of me, more length now that girth. I feel it curling around inside and realize it’s following the track of my guts. I feel it breaking through barrier after barrier, firmly pressing forward against the grain of the normal flow of things. I feel it in my stomach and suddenly feel like I’ve eaten way too much food.
My nipples are pinched again and I groan around Square-Face’s cock as it’s pushed into my mouth. He grabs my horns to hold me in place. His cock starts to literally gush pre-cum at levels I’ve never experienced before. My own cock is throbbing in the hands of whomever is working it. I want to shoot, but can’t. The weirdness of Asmodai inside of me is thwarting an orgasm.
I feel my gorge rising and realize that Asmodai’s member is rising in my throat. I gag around Square-Face’s stub as his pre-cum drips off my chin and into my Minotaur beard. I cough…I cough up Asmodai’s massive cock as it rises into my throat, and into my mouth. I feel the bulbous head resting on the back of my tongue as Square-Face’s cock bumps into it from the outside.
I thrash again. This is too much. I start to freak out, but can’t move. All at once, Asmodai pulls back and starts to thrust forward. I feel his cock slide round through my entire body. I can’t process this. He does one stroke, then two, then starts to fuck with abandon. I’m a fuck sleeve for his cock, a living bull-shaped Fleshlight. I vibrate and quiver and shudder and spasm in the bindings. I lose track of time. I lose track of what my cock is doing. Of what’s happening to my nipples. Of what Square-face is putting in my mouth. Everything goes blank into a single on-going wave of strange bliss and intensity.
Then Asmodai cries out strongly, a deep-throated moan that brings everyone to their knees. The men around me fall back, steady themselves on pillars, fall to the ground. Everyone in the room cums spasmodically, uncontrollably. Everyone but me.
I feel Asmodai’s seed splash into my mouth and gush out of it. I vomit up Asmodai’s cum onto Square-Face, who’s on the floor in front of me and uses it to stroke himself. It seems to heighten his pleasure. The boundaries of my body seem to disappear and I feel one with the room, like I am inside every man who is cumming, like I am the cum itself, I huge energy field of primal lust and pleasure that wraps around Asmodai like a magnetic pole, not touching him, but part of him. Then, I crash back into flesh.
I hang on the pipe horse, languid and spent. Asmodai’s cock withdraws from me, slowly returning to a human-ish length and girth, until it slides out of my ruined hole. I have still not orgasmed myself in the traditional way, and my body aches a little.
Around me the men stir and collect themselves, surround me, place supportive hands on me. The pipes slowly loosen and then disengage, leaving me carried by the men away from the pipes to a sit in a pile of pillows, mattresses, whatever to the side. We’re a huge pile of human(-ish) flesh, experiencing sub-drop and stroking one another with a fraternal love that feels beautiful.
Asmodai addresses me, “You are my courtesan. You will accept every request for pleasure that a man makes of you, of any action and in any place. You will be forever aroused and your climax will recede from you day-by-day, encounter by encounter, until it becomes a horizon you never reach. My priest will make it so and you will heed him, belong to him.”
I say nothing as Asmodai withdraws. He is a titanic man with a massive square beard, a body that bulges with hard-packed muscle, and is covered in dense black hair. He stands at least a head over the tallest man in the room and strides out of this place and back to his throne room. As he does, rich blue clothing appears over him, revealing and flowing, but covering enough for some kind of minimal decorum.
I close my eyes from that place and open them in my own bed.
