House of Lustful Men

With unsteady steps, I drew closer and closer to the house full of lustful men. Dozens of males, like beasts, awaited the moment I would enter their home and reveal my exhausted body to them. I no longer felt any fantasies and knew that all that awaited me was sex. Rough and cruel, without the slightest particle of love. Those who would take me, in the ass and pussy, who would fill me with hot sperm and smile as I choked on their juices, trying to swallow them—they didn't care what would become of me, for in their nature, they were merely beasts.

I was utterly drained of strength, could not walk, barely shuffled my feet. I could still feel the seed leaking from my

beaten body. It was left by those males who had played with me an hour ago. I had done everything as ordered, so today I had managed to save myself from bruises—but my body was still on the verge of falling apart. No trace of my former passion remained within me, and all I felt in my heart was pain.

I pushed open the heavy, grass-overgrown metal door. The old house on the hill, long abandoned, tonight shone in the darkness and sparkled, luring men like a bright light attracts insects at night. I closed my eyes, listening to the groans of my bones, and when I opened my eyelids, the house was already much closer than before. A few more steps, a few more movements, and I was on the threshold, hearing their voices from behind the door.

They were laughing, having playful conversations. Amid the guffaws of these creatures, it was impossible to make out the words that flew from their mouths. Their voices, the sounds that erupted from the depths of their lustful bodies, were an ephemeral poison mixture to me. Even God Himself does not know how badly I wanted to turn around and leave at that moment. But I had no such right. And when the door of the house opened and I found myself in the center of a circle formed by naked males, I understood that today would be the end for me.

The men pounced on me, ready to tear my flesh apart, like a pack of hungry dogs that had seen a dirty bone before them. They threw me from side to side, squeezed my limbs hard when grabbing my body to pull it toward another cock. Pain and only pain. (Specially for .org — ) When another male entered me, I didn't feel it; I didn't feel it when he left me either, having filled my mortal being with himself. Someone shoved their cocks into my mouth, someone stuffed them into my ass, and I just stared at the dirty, dilapidated ceiling of this house and thought about what a beautiful sky reigned above it.

Pure, far from the sight of humanity and its lust, depravity, endless desire. I'm sure that even before me, people lifted their gaze to this ocean of infinity and thought the same thing I am thinking now, while my dead body is being ravaged by a man. Probably, that's how heaven came to be.

I only came to early in the morning. Birdsong could be heard outside the window, children were laughing joyfully somewhere in the distance. The world was gradually waking from sleep. And to the singing of birds and the gentle calls of carefree children, I rose from the puddle of sperm in which I had lain all night, and, throwing a thin sheet over myself, left the house and headed to where a man awaited me again.