Laced 420 triggered a demon fuck?
This is a very weird story of mine of how I experienced what it must be like to get fucked by a demon.
So a couple years ago in Ontario, I met up for a hookup with a guy off Grindr. He was attractive - kinda like a younger shorter Russell Brand (when he was wild and hardcore on d**gs). It was only supposed to be an uneventful bumping of flesh and taking of his cum but this is one of my most vivid hookup memories ever. His apartment was a second-level space accessed by a shady looking door between a bar and a psychic reading establishment. After being buzzed in and entering the shady little door, I could see that this odd cramped apartment space was definitely one of those weird places where the interior designer goes to extreme lengths to preserve various aspects of a really old building for that sort of "charm" at the expense of practicality. He greeted me at his door and unfortunately he was the conversational type so he started a bit of small talk for a bit though normally I'd prefer to just get naked asap. It was uncomfortable tbh, the place was messy af and I didn't feel any of that old building charm, it just felt rundown and dirty. I also got the impression he really wanted a relationship, kinda like the way a really lonely person might crave affection, and I absolutely wanted to steer clear of any of that. I just wanted a good fuck that night, nothing else.
Although small talk is normally expected to make people more comfortable, this small talk was definitely not comfort-inducing. It was abysmal - every possible awkward cringe possibility occurred. I said I worked with vaccines - he's an anti-vaxxer; I said that I'm in the science industry - he thinks scientists are all shills for corporations; I tried to joke about if the psychic downstairs could see him breeding me in her crystal ball with the kinda implied tone that psychics and such aren't worth taking seriously - nope, joke fell flat and it turns out he's a fucking spell casting, mysticism believing man-witch that's full on committed to all sorts of spiritual hippie dippie mumbo jumbo. Whoo boy, the things we'll conveniently ignore for the sake of Cock eh? I mentioned I work for the government - he started a 20 min rant on how Trudeau is a moron and the liberals are all corrupt and ruining Canada.
At a certain point, feeling that things were not going well, I noticed 3 containers of Government-approved weed and maybe as a way to rescue the situation I suggested we smoke up a bit. I could almost feel his crazy resentful energy becoming increasingly intense with every revelation that we seemed to be on opposing battlefields of virtually every social issue. No common ground at all. He agreed to smoking up but that he already had some packed in a bong so we can just smoke that. So he pulls out this humongous glass bong, that honestly looked like some sort of alien device with way too many bulges and arms all over the place, then lit it up and we shared a couple tokes for a bit. At the time I didn't think anything of it, but he was talking how this was a new cultivar and it was very medically the****utic and whatever but thinking back, there was a kinda weird vibe in the way he was talking about it that was definitely suspect.
Now, I'm definitely no stranger to 420. That's why I was more than a little surprised after a couple minutes that it was a very different sensation that I'm normally used to getting from weed - it was kinda like being light headed and a little woozy and kinda happy and giddy and excited at the same time. After a bit of just being chill and trying to make sense of things, I realized that yeah I could feel a layer of weed effects I'm familiar with but there was other stuff - like my heart rate was up, I felt more excited, kinda dizzy and more anxious/panicky too and also brain fog clogging up my ability to think rationally. I can't remember how it was initiated but somehow we ended up naked and making out on his bed. It was an unusual low frame type of bed close to the ground but it was comfy and I could smell the residual man-scent from his bed sheets which was kind of a turn on. I was on my back and he was on top and the lights were dim but not in any particularly striking stage-lighting kind of way, it was just normal dim. It's important to mention the lighting because what happened next scared the shit out of me, and it was definitely NOT because of bad lighting.
In my fogged up state, looking at him while he was lubing his cock and my hole up, getting ready to fuck, it's like I could see the normal folds of his face, like sunken cheeks, circles under his eyes, cheekbones etc., basically morphing into demonic facial features. Now listen, I consider myself a pretty grounded person, I'm never alarmist and much more inclined to be cautious and understand something rather than panic. But I was scared shitless at that moment because no trick of lighting or any sort or optical illusion could create such stark effects especially considering that I was staring at him straight on, close enough that I could reach out and touch him. It was like something out of a horror movie or the supernatural tv show. His face was not discernibly human anymore at all, there also was an absence of that type of human connection, that kind of automatic immersion that just happens with talking or cuddling or sex etc.
On some level at that moment, I could still rationalize that I was likely hallucinating and that it was definitely something in that fucking weed and that this was a really vulnerable position for me to be in atm. Here I was naked with my thoughts and actions feeling slowed in front of a stranger I didn't know before today who definitely had alot of crazy anger issues directed at me when he looked like a human and has now morphed into some sort of creature from beyond the gates of hell. I was terrified but I couldn't move. So then as you'd expect, at that moment I had the very real-seeming experience of getting penetrated by a demon bareback. I couldn't stop looking at his face, it really felt like a monster was staring back at me and it was odd because unlike how you may instinctively know if someone is happy or sad or whatever based on facial expressions, I couldn't read any emotions from studying his face as much as I tried. I was still scared but that first penetration into me, though it was a bit painful, it was a familiar type of pain.
And my brain, even in my scared shitless state of mind, must have recognized it as being the start of sex because I found myself, much to my horror, gradually getting turned on by being fucked....err no maybe fucked is not the right term, to be more exact, because I was so scared that I couldn't move or react, it's more accurate to say it was more like being ****d by a demon. And, unexpectedly, I realized then that it felt fucking amazing. Although my senses were a bit muddled, I could feel how warm his cock was inside of me, which was weird because that's not something I generally take notice of when getting fucked. This crazy anti-vaxxing man-witch demon dude seemed to possess an amazing fucking cock. I think it was like 7.5 inches or so and whereas the shaft was a normal thickness, he had a gigantic pronounced mushroom head that felt like an extra inch or two in circumference. His strokes were steady and it felt like that massive warm mushroom was tugging my insides back and forth. It felt fucking amazing. I realized then that I wasn't scared anymore and I was so turned on that I got more and more on board with living the reality of feeling this monster mounted over me and fucking me with patient gentle steady deep strokes that were just incredibly contrary to what one would expect of a monstrous demon ravaging a human. I found myself focusing on and appreciating the aesthetic of the sharp clefts and shadows of the demon face the same way an artist might appreciate the rippling motions and muscular movements of a galloping horse.
And when crazy demon dude shot his load inside me, even though I probably disagree with every thing this guy may believe in, at that moment, it felt like I was in complete harmonious sync with him and this whole bizarre situation, an experience I later learned is best described as an entheogenic experience, one characterized by a sense of unity or communion. It might seem a little fucked up but that was one of the best sex experiences I've ever had. It felt transcendental and 'mind-blowing' would be an appropriate description The hallucinations didn't last long, or at least I don't think they did. I wasn't really aware of time tbh so it's hard to say if it was an hour or three or four. The intensity gradually waned and I became increasingly aware of how my perception was distorted in certain ways. In any case I felt fine after some time, though a bit dizzy and super thirsty. Even though the sex was amazing, I never contacted this guy again or asked him if he laced the weed. This sort of thing is definitely outside my comfort zone so I blocked him on grindr and took a bit of a break afterwards from casual sex. Regardless, this memory is incredibly vivid in my mind and I find myself thinking about it from time to time, of how bizarre and of how intense the experience was and of being bred by a demon with an amazing mushroom head cock.
This is a completely true story although I dressed it up a bit in a story style, it is about as accurate as I can describe it from my experience without embellishments. Also, am really curious what could have been laced in the weed - anyone with knowledge about psychedelics? Or am I mistaken, could it actually just be a special cultivar of weed or some sort of weird reaction to it? And how come he didn't get as fucked up as I did?
So a couple years ago in Ontario, I met up for a hookup with a guy off Grindr. He was attractive - kinda like a younger shorter Russell Brand (when he was wild and hardcore on d**gs). It was only supposed to be an uneventful bumping of flesh and taking of his cum but this is one of my most vivid hookup memories ever. His apartment was a second-level space accessed by a shady looking door between a bar and a psychic reading establishment. After being buzzed in and entering the shady little door, I could see that this odd cramped apartment space was definitely one of those weird places where the interior designer goes to extreme lengths to preserve various aspects of a really old building for that sort of "charm" at the expense of practicality. He greeted me at his door and unfortunately he was the conversational type so he started a bit of small talk for a bit though normally I'd prefer to just get naked asap. It was uncomfortable tbh, the place was messy af and I didn't feel any of that old building charm, it just felt rundown and dirty. I also got the impression he really wanted a relationship, kinda like the way a really lonely person might crave affection, and I absolutely wanted to steer clear of any of that. I just wanted a good fuck that night, nothing else.
Although small talk is normally expected to make people more comfortable, this small talk was definitely not comfort-inducing. It was abysmal - every possible awkward cringe possibility occurred. I said I worked with vaccines - he's an anti-vaxxer; I said that I'm in the science industry - he thinks scientists are all shills for corporations; I tried to joke about if the psychic downstairs could see him breeding me in her crystal ball with the kinda implied tone that psychics and such aren't worth taking seriously - nope, joke fell flat and it turns out he's a fucking spell casting, mysticism believing man-witch that's full on committed to all sorts of spiritual hippie dippie mumbo jumbo. Whoo boy, the things we'll conveniently ignore for the sake of Cock eh? I mentioned I work for the government - he started a 20 min rant on how Trudeau is a moron and the liberals are all corrupt and ruining Canada.
At a certain point, feeling that things were not going well, I noticed 3 containers of Government-approved weed and maybe as a way to rescue the situation I suggested we smoke up a bit.
Now, I'm definitely no stranger to 420. That's why I was more than a little surprised after a couple minutes that it was a very different sensation that I'm normally used to getting from weed - it was kinda like being light headed and a little woozy and kinda happy and giddy and excited at the same time. After a bit of just being chill and trying to make sense of things, I realized that yeah I could feel a layer of weed effects I'm familiar with but there was other stuff - like my heart rate was up, I felt more excited, kinda dizzy and more anxious/panicky too and also brain fog clogging up my ability to think rationally. I can't remember how it was initiated but somehow we ended up naked and making out on his bed. It was an unusual low frame type of bed close to the ground but it was comfy and I could smell the residual man-scent from his bed sheets which was kind of a turn on. I was on my back and he was on top and the lights were dim but not in any particularly striking stage-lighting kind of way, it was just normal dim. It's important to mention the lighting because what happened next scared the shit out of me, and it was definitely NOT because of bad lighting.
In my fogged up state, looking at him while he was lubing his cock and my hole up, getting ready to fuck, it's like I could see the normal folds of his face, like sunken cheeks, circles under his eyes, cheekbones etc., basically morphing into demonic facial features. Now listen, I consider myself a pretty grounded person, I'm never alarmist and much more inclined to be cautious and understand something rather than panic. But I was scared shitless at that moment because no trick of lighting or any sort or optical illusion could create such stark effects especially considering that I was staring at him straight on, close enough that I could reach out and touch him. It was like something out of a horror movie or the supernatural tv show. His face was not discernibly human anymore at all, there also was an absence of that type of human connection, that kind of automatic immersion that just happens with talking or cuddling or sex etc.
On some level at that moment, I could still rationalize that I was likely hallucinating and that it was definitely something in that fucking weed and that this was a really vulnerable position for me to be in atm. Here I was naked with my thoughts and actions feeling slowed in front of a stranger I didn't know before today who definitely had alot of crazy anger issues directed at me when he looked like a human and has now morphed into some sort of creature from beyond the gates of hell. I was terrified but I couldn't move. So then as you'd expect, at that moment I had the very real-seeming experience of getting penetrated by a demon bareback. I couldn't stop looking at his face, it really felt like a monster was staring back at me and it was odd because unlike how you may instinctively know if someone is happy or sad or whatever based on facial expressions, I couldn't read any emotions from studying his face as much as I tried. I was still scared but that first penetration into me, though it was a bit painful, it was a familiar type of pain.
And my brain, even in my scared shitless state of mind, must have recognized it as being the start of sex because I found myself, much to my horror, gradually getting turned on by being fucked....err no maybe fucked is not the right term, to be more exact, because I was so scared that I couldn't move or react, it's more accurate to say it was more like being ****d by a demon. And, unexpectedly, I realized then that it felt fucking amazing. Although my senses were a bit muddled, I could feel how warm his cock was inside of me, which was weird because that's not something I generally take notice of when getting fucked. This crazy anti-vaxxing man-witch demon dude seemed to possess an amazing fucking cock. I think it was like 7.5 inches or so and whereas the shaft was a normal thickness, he had a gigantic pronounced mushroom head that felt like an extra inch or two in circumference. His strokes were steady and it felt like that massive warm mushroom was tugging my insides back and forth. It felt fucking amazing. I realized then that I wasn't scared anymore and I was so turned on that I got more and more on board with living the reality of feeling this monster mounted over me and fucking me with patient gentle steady deep strokes that were just incredibly contrary to what one would expect of a monstrous demon ravaging a human. I found myself focusing on and appreciating the aesthetic of the sharp clefts and shadows of the demon face the same way an artist might appreciate the rippling motions and muscular movements of a galloping horse.
And when crazy demon dude shot his load inside me, even though I probably disagree with every thing this guy may believe in, at that moment, it felt like I was in complete harmonious sync with him and this whole bizarre situation, an experience I later learned is best described as an entheogenic experience, one characterized by a sense of unity or communion. It might seem a little fucked up but that was one of the best sex experiences I've ever had. It felt transcendental and 'mind-blowing' would be an appropriate description The hallucinations didn't last long, or at least I don't think they did. I wasn't really aware of time tbh so it's hard to say if it was an hour or three or four. The intensity gradually waned and I became increasingly aware of how my perception was distorted in certain ways. In any case I felt fine after some time, though a bit dizzy and super thirsty. Even though the sex was amazing, I never contacted this guy again or asked him if he laced the weed. This sort of thing is definitely outside my comfort zone so I blocked him on grindr and took a bit of a break afterwards from casual sex. Regardless, this memory is incredibly vivid in my mind and I find myself thinking about it from time to time, of how bizarre and of how intense the experience was and of being bred by a demon with an amazing mushroom head cock.
This is a completely true story although I dressed it up a bit in a story style, it is about as accurate as I can describe it from my experience without embellishments. Also, am really curious what could have been laced in the weed - anyone with knowledge about psychedelics? Or am I mistaken, could it actually just be a special cultivar of weed or some sort of weird reaction to it? And how come he didn't get as fucked up as I did?
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