(Commision) A bored God (slow, sissy, humiliation, tg)

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(Commision) A bored God (slow, sissy, humiliation, tg)

Postby aoshi38 » Wed Aug 10, 2022 4:11 pm

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It had been a long time since he had felt this bored, but it always happens to his kind every millennium or so, after all, when you've been around since the universe began, it's not hard to get bored. And as always, everyone has their way to get rid of boredom. To the misfortune of the mortals, most of these entities used them for their amusement. And in his case, let's say that his way of having fun was quite questionable.

And he was looking at the mortal world, like someone who chooses which show to watch on Netflix, and there he saw him, this man, he felt his heart pounding, dark and sadistic thoughts brewing inside him. He can see his surroundings, a bachelor apartment, he can feel his ego, his extreme connection to his masculine side, perfect he says to himself as he begins to approach the plane that humans know as reality.

As he begins to penetrate this bubble of existence, he notices various details of this being, he feels and absorbs every detail, his tastes, his fears, he can see that he has an obsession with a human, an actress they call, Eva green, I wonder if she will still like him when she finishes with him, he can already begin to feel his mood improve.

Connor puts his cell phone on silent, as he grabs the giant bowl of popcorn. It was his movie night, and what better to do than have a marathon of Eva Green movies?

He was aware that several of his friends were teasing him about his fascination with her, but what kind of man who deigns to call himself one doesn't melt at the sight of this beautiful, talented, all-woman?

"Do you wish you were her?" a voice in his mind boomed as if someone was sitting next to him. He stands up quickly, trying, completely exalted. To his surprise, there is no one there. He shakes his head, god speaking of internal dialogue, that was weird.

"Strange, it's a person so obsessed with a woman" that same voice, but this time coming from every corner, from every shadow of the room.

"Who's there?" asks Connor, feeling the cold bead of sweat trickle down his back, he's not going to admit it but he's never been so scared in his life.

"For someone very proud to be a man, strong, confident, all macho, you reek of fear," says the strange voice this time coming from behind him.

He quickly turns around hoping to see some of his friends standing there, only to find the living room empty, and the room is flooded with laughter, coming from the shadows, which begin to stretch and move, taking up more space, he could almost swear he can see the letters H A forming on the walls. "I must be hallucinating, maybe I left the gas on," he thinks to himself, turning in circles.

"You know very well it's not like that, stay still and look at me," this voice says in magnitude, almost as if he had received the order of a policeman, his body slows down, looking ahead, and there, standing between some black clothes, that at the moment it is difficult to decide if they are clothes or if they are made of shadows.

Connor is completely frozen. All the logical part of his brain, the one that denies and rejects the supernatural, is revealed before what he has in his eyes. "who the fuck are you... what are you doing here!"

"It seems to me that you are failing in manners, so you greet someone you don't know? I feel hurt" this being answers him, Connor feels how his legs tremble, how his body wants to seder, wants to simply run away. "What do you want?" asks Connor as he reaches with his other hand for the lamp on the table next to the sofa.

"Honestly, to have fun... feel lucky, a cosmic being chosen you out of all existences" He speaks, already his form sharper, he is a tall man, not too skinny, his skin seems white as granite while his hair is as black as his clothes, it almost seems that the light can't escape from him.

Connor, hearing this and gathering all his courage and indignation, totally determined to show this invader that he is nobody's toy, launches an attack from the left moving fast, trying to sucker punch him. But when the lamp reached where this being was, it simply went right through him. He just stares at it for a second with his mouth open with an expression somewhere between stupidity and incredulity.

The entity looks at him and with a quick movement, his fist hard as a rock hits him between his legs, almost lying them inside. Connor screams and for a second his eyes fill with terror, for the scream that came out of his mouth was thin, almost like a woman's voice, but immediately in the pleading that followed his voice had become his own again.

The dark man's laughter began to vibrate with true madness. "I think you almost let out the woman in you...and you always thought you were so masculine" and as he sees the rictus of hatred and helplessness on this pathetic human's face, he takes a step and grabs him hard by the wrist.

Connor wants to scream but he can't, his world, his reality fades away, and all his feelings deny, they want to banish the feeling of unreality. Slowly the world starts to solidify, he can feel wind, cold, and humidity, and his face feels the cold and dirty cement. He opens his eyes and sees a scenario as familiar as alien, Victorian London. How is it possible? First of all, this is already history, but what vibrated in his mind is that it is not just any London, PENNY DREADFUL.

"You opened your eyes, PRINCESS," says this horrible being, dressed like the co-star, Like Sir Murray, but his clothes were not exactly like in the series, nothing of this place like the series, everything had this tinge... dark, as if the essence of this being has flooded all this place, the people who look at him, see him with hatred, with disgust, almost laughing, mocking him.

Connor gets up slowly feeling the taste of blood in his mouth, he hit the ground when he landed, clearly not a pleasant landing. The first thing that crosses his mind is why he called her princess. He looked down, convinced that he saw Eva Green, or him dressed in her clothes, but no, it was him, he breathed slightly relieved.

"Oh, are you disillusioned? you're still dressed as a man, why rush, we're going to let the little slut in you come out" This man, the monster says to Connor, laughing.

Connor moves away from someone to the back, he begins to see the faces of the people in this face, all their expressions full of hate, disgust, and mockery. Without realizing it, he is taken by a group of women, all dressed in the typical attire of prostitutes of the time, he can hear their laughter almost like harpies, he feels their hands running over his body, and one grabs him directly by his testicles.

"Oh, Miss Ives. We never would have imagined that you would have such a small, impotent attempt at a dick," they say in a chorus of laughter.

Connor doesn't understand why they are calling him like the main character in the show, it's clear he is dressed like him, from the way they talk to him, it's also clear they see who he is, but they still call him that. And why they don't let him go, he can feel the hand of one of them squeezing his testicles, to the point where he wants to scream in pain, but at the same time, he feels a mixture of pleasure and bewilderment, although he doesn't want to if someone starts to stimulate him, there should be some kind of movement, but he stays there, tiny "Let me go at once!" he screams and every time his voice reaches a certain level, he hears it to his horror, change, mutate to the voice of a woman.

"Why would we do that, besides, you don't feel like having these embarrassments ripped out of you," one of the whores tells him, the blonde with the most adorable eyes but injected with darkness. She circles her fingers around the base and pulls out.

Connor screams out, the pain, like a burning iron, digs straight into his body, and another sensation, brief but enough to make his ego, his being, scream in revulsion. Like a phantom armpit, there, where his testicles end to where his anus begins, that line of skin becomes sensitive, tingly, and empty.

A strong, masculine hand grabs him by the collar of his shirt, and effortlessly sticks him to it, but lifted into the sky, laughing and insulting, Connor doesn't believe he can be lifted so easily, after all, he is a big man, as big as Ethan, but here he is being lifted like he is a nothing. "Let go of me at once Ethan!" he looks at him with injected terror, that Ethan... it didn't come out with his voice, but with the voice of Eva green but it wasn't even exactly her, it was as if the actress was being taken out of all security and confidence as if she was a weak and pathetic version of her.

"Why should I, IVESS, you're not in charge here anymore... I think you have to get used to it, and you call yourself a man" She says, taking him by the face and kissing him, almost as if she wanted to bite him.

Connor screams inside, deep inside him, that core that defines him and gives him shape, where he always saw himself as this dominant male figure, as an Apex predator, starts to crack, to show cracks, and what he feels, what in his unconscious he knows is behind... he can't allow finishing forming that new self. He moves his body and begins to hit Ethan with his knees trying to get loose, to free himself, until he decides to bite the invader's tongue until he feels the taste of Ethan's blood invade his mouth and fall to the floor like a bag of potatoes. She can see him recoil in hate-filled screams, covering his mouth.

The dark figure laughs, he loves to see his toys fill with false hope, that they think they are winning, but he knows the reality, he can see how his hair is no longer the same color, how his overall masculinity begins to sag, even to the human eye it is practically in notorious, oh but he can see it and he can't help but laugh so hard that his entire creation begins to vibrate with his laughter.

Connor looks around and feels the floor itself laughing at him, for a second the image of entering a large organization. He looks with his eyes for the culprit and sees him standing there staring at him. He decides that this is his moment to face Ethan, now he can face him, he stands up, although his legs tremble, he takes a deep breath and attacks running!

The entity watches him run towards him, with a gesture he sees him fall with a wince of pain and surprise.

Connor screams in pain, he buckles his ankle as he feels his shoes change with every step he takes, he looks down spitting up dirt, and what he sees instead of his shoes, are a pair of Stilettos, elegant, clearly not congruent with the era of the series. As he thinks that, the reality around him begins to change, to mutate, he hears voices and laughter, and the floor below him changes until everything becomes what seems to be a casino, and he can see people playing at the tables.

A hand appears in front of him, and he takes it without realizing that the shape of the clearly masculine hand is more appropriate for a lady. She raises her eyes to see who is helping her and her blood freezes, it is her torturer, wearing a suit in the best James Bond style, his hair black but perfectly cut and neat.

"Vesper dear, what are you doing there on the floor, if you can't walk in shoes like that, what are you wearing them for? '' he asks her as he arranges her clothes.

He takes a couple of steps back, trying not to fall, although he feels his ankles threatening to buckle again at any moment. "I'm not Vesper, I'm Connor, and I'm a man."

At that moment a couple of the girls who offer drinks in the casinos pass by and she looks at me laughing, her eyes as black as night. "Man, you say? please, what man wears such beautiful shoes" she says laughing and twirling around.

"Walk for me VESPER," says this being and he starts walking between the tables, as if he had been walking in heels all his life, moving his body as if he were a woman, helplessness invading every inch of his being, he could hear the jeers of every person passing by, the hands of men squeezing or spanking her as she passed between them, and she could see herself in the mirror, a pathetic image, although she had already changed slightly, her body was still prominently masculine, but she walked moving her hips, hands at her sides, one raised in a classic feminine pose.

"Oh vesper, look at you, everyone wants to touch you, everyone wants to rape you, I wonder how your dick still exists, aren't you dying to feel how they penetrate you!" he says and that last word resonates deep inside Connor, and although he lacks a vagina, he can feel as he walks as if something is fucking him, he has to hold on to the first person in front of him. He wants to fight the feeling, to swallow the moans that sound like a bitch in heat. He feels a hand grab his hair and someone pulling, he looks ahead and can see a croupier with a smile that threatens to break his very jaw licking his lips.

"Oh look what you brought me tonight," he says as he unleashes his cock, and to Connor's despair, it grows to almost cartoonish dimensions.

"No no, you'll make me cum like a woman, you'll make me feel good, get it out of my body!....." But before he can protest any further, this croupier who has become everything he ever thought of his own masculinity shoves his cock all the way in, almost making him vomit.

Inside him, he can sneer as the cracks begin to transform into whole pieces that are falling out, letting bloom more of the poor fucking creature that this wants to make of him.

Connor feels disgusted in the bottom of his stomach, he wants to scream, he wants to bite, but his body only obeys this god, he can't find another word to describe someone who can control everything as this one does, he feels his mouth being used, by that dick, that reaches his throat, his imaginary vagina being penetrated. His mind churns, he resists, he rebels, while the other, the intruder, the construct this monster wants to build in him moans and rejoices.

"You still resist, you still think you are that alpha male? Even though you have a cock in your throat?" he says from every corner of the casino.

" yes... I will always resist!" he answers him without needing to speak so that later with the most feminine voice he has ever heard in his life the following thought "Oh, please fuck me for real!" Connor internally screams for her to fall, that's when he realizes that he begins to smell the salt, the movement of the sea.

He opens his eyes and realizes he is on a ship, with a giant fleet stretching out as far as he can see, brutish men, almost with mossy expressions on their sides, him in the middle, he knows what movie it is, and looks down to find his body starting to show real changes, he can feel how his pecs no longer have the masculine hardness but are soft and boob-like in shape. His dick is still there, but it's still very small and he could swear that the phantom penetration he suffered in the casino has permanently robbed him of his testicles.

"Artemis, if you are as manly, as capable as you say, show me, lead this fleet to triumph" the entity this time in the form of a soldier says to him.

He looks at him, nods, and begins to give indications, trying to remember all the games he has played in combat and fighting games, he watches in concentration as the first orders begin to be carried out, only to see with despair as each one of them begins to fail, he looks around and his soldiers look at him with hatred, some even begin to spit on him. He can clearly hear how they start shouting at him, this is what you get for having a woman in charge!

"I think it's time to start treating you like the weak and pathetic woman you were always meant to be," he says, grabbing his pear and running his fingers over his lips.

Connor looks at him, trembling with impotence, trying to face him, how to shut out that voice in his head that screams that he wants to be a woman, that he wants to have a vagina, that he wants to be a rag, a toy for every soldier in front of him.

The dark being laughs and with an inhumanly fast movement he positions himself behind, his hand slips down his pants, and to Connor's displeasure, he can feel how his fingers start to violate his anus, while with his other fingers he starts to caress where his balls used to be and now there is only a soft and extremely sensitive skin. "Let's see what movie we get now shall we?"

Connor looks ahead unable to control the moans that escape him, fearing what his fate is.



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