Weirdly intrigued - you wanna see where this goes

Under normal circumstances you would've shouted and pulled away, but the little imp looked like he knew what he was doing. And he promised answers after.

He pushes you down onto the grass while he expertly ties your tongue up in knots with his. You get a gasp of air after what seems like hours of making out and notice that you're at full mast while your twink was going at your balls. You both look down at your boys and your eyes bulge at the sight.

Being an average guy, you were always well attuned to your cute, but altogether ordinary, 5-inch dick. You knew every vein, every bump, every spot, and every flap of your tightly cut cock, from your hypersensitive peehole to you bouncy ball. Its gentle upward curve was a welcome sight every morning when you woke up, and every night when you spread your legs for your new boytoy.

But the beer can that stuck straight out of your crotch was not it. It is straight as a fireman's pole, and crowned with hammer-like head; and at 8-inches (or more), it looks more like something that swings between the thighs of a pornstar than any normal cock you've ever encountered. Honestly, just looking at it makes you clench your ass and gulp, imagining what it would feel like to have that monstrosity sink into your tiny butt.

No sooner had all this passed through your mind than the hairless adonis on top of you chuckles and moves his had from your strangely heavy balls into your outsized dick. He lets go of your hands, moves off of you and lies on his side, propping himself up on his elbow so that he can get a good look at you.

All you can do is stare down at the thing that's apparently your cock. Beads of precum start forming at the piss-slit and soon start running down the shaft, drop after drop collecting around the soft hand that cyclically strokes and chokes this new piece of man meat. The imp is clearly enjoying his handiwork, as are you, unfortunately - you haven't even realized that your hands are free to move now.

"So I guess we should start with your pee-pee." he says in an annoyingly childish way, "Urrrgluuuguughah?" you reply, half **** on your drool.

"Hehe. Maybe I should explain a few things before you try to say anything? So clearly you're wondering what happened to your old reliable winkle. Well... It's gone. See, as soon as you got here, you were fully re-tooled - not just your tinky-winky and jelly beans, you also got a fresh pair of nip-buds, and a newly tightened VIP entrance (an entrance for very important pee-pees)."

Suddenly he pushes himself up further, looks you dead in the eyes and gives your unpleasantly sensitive cock a crushing squeeze. Just as the cockhead expands into an angry red, your eyes shoot open and you look at that capricious imp. He stares back at you and says with deadly seriousness, "You are dead, by the way, and this is the afterlife."

Maybe it's the imp's stupidly cute face, or maybe it's the jolts of pain that keep emanating from your cock, but the news of your demise really doesn't phase you. "Dead?" you say weakly, "Mmhmm." he replies, returning to his more mischievous manner, "Dead and brought to this place, fun, right?"

He loosens his grip and starts stroking you again, just as a veritable fountain of precum bubbles out of your peehole and froths around the imp's fingers. Every bit of self-made lube makes your cock more sensitive and you just stare at your dick, still not aware that you can move your hands.

"Yeah..." he drawls on, "we had fun moding you up. You see," he pick up the pace of his stroking, "this place is kinda like your just desserts. For example, your cock here," he squeezes it just enough for you to pay a bit more attention, "is a reward for being a good little gay boy." he keeps up a brisk pace but tightens his grip just a bit, "You never played games with other guys' feelings, never took advantage of drunk or otherwise stupidified guys, used protection, got STD screened, y'know all that good stuff." Here he tapered off a bit and really cranked up the pressure on your dick. His strokes became slow and deliberate, to the point where you could feel his fingertips pinching the nerves inside your screaming penis.

He continued, "But..." He looks icily at you, "you also never cared about the feelings of the guys you got with. Your entire sexual life was full of one night stands, and you never stopped to consider if the new guy might be catching feelings for you. I mean sure, you never lied, or even misrepresented yourself, but you were a bit of an icy bitch." Just as he said the last two words, you notice the coldness in your cockhead, which was being choked mercilessly, "So," he continued, "you've got a double whammy - a nice new, industrial-size cock, but one which will never cum unless you feel a little... bit... of..."

Before he could finish you let out a gutteral howl and your over-heavy balls **** what feels like a year's worth of cum through the imp's cruelly tight fist, up through your shaft, and spraying high into the air. Somehow, every last drop of your warm semen splashed directly onto your face - most of it landing into your hollering mouth.

A few minutes later, your orgasm's still going on, but subsides enough for you to become semi-conscious again. The cum-flow mellows down too so that instead of a constant stream of man-juice rocketing out of your peehole, just one or two hefty globules gets violently spewed out of your rock hard 8-incher every few seconds only to fall straight on your face.

"...weirdness." the imp finally concludes. "Huh?" you say just a fresh globule hits you in the mouth. He responds, " Basically, you can't cum from just plain sexual pleasure any more. There has to be at least one weird thing happening to you at the same time." "So I'm a masochist now?" "Hmmm... not quite. Masochists need pain in one form or another, you just need something... unusual. After that, you'll have hour long orgasms that would put Krakatoa to shame! The only down side being that your cum will always find a way splat on your face. Ha ha!" He grins at you and says, "Today's cum fest was brought to you by waking up in a strange field and being forcefully jerked off by a celestial being! Please rate the experience on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being all the weirdness is gone from this experience, and 10 being 'you could do this to me a hundred more times and I swear to the spaghetti monster, I'll Krakatoa again and again!"

He's still got your cock in his hand and he looks at you expectantly. He couldn't seriously want you to give him a rating, could he? As you wait, you groan as your on-going orgasm splashes you on the nose, literally. "Well?" he asks as he wiggles your cock playfully, "Err... Maybe... a... gah!" another splash, "umm... a... f... five?" "Oh good!" he says gleefully, "Round 2 it is!"

"Wait! NO!!!"