WARNING: THIS STORY INVOLVES VIOLENT GAY SEX AND BLASPHEMY AGAINST EVERY
KNOWN RELIGION. IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, SENSITIVE, EASILY EXCITABLE OR
OFFENDABLE, DON’T READ IT.
Jason versus the Gods
By Chip Masterson
I cannot believe I fell asleep. But this had to be a dream, what else could it be? The implications are too
frightening.
As a reward for my good behavior with the Jerk (who’s ultimate fate is another story), Jason took me to the
sensory deprivation vault. I knew He was well pleased, for this is a rare treat. I always feel enormous
reverence whenever we cross the threshold. It is His sanctum sanctorum, the holy of holies.
I sat in an awkwardly constructed wooden chair, lashing my own feet to the posts. He graced me by
lashing my arms behind the chair back, my body to the frame, and constricting my cock and balls with
various latex appliances. He pulled the mask over my head, which sealed my eyes and ears and trapped the
ball-gag in my mouth. A small filter fitted over my nose which prevented smells from penetrating, and the
besides the ear-plugs, the room was soundproof. The tension and positioning was such that I was incapable
of moving in the least bit, yet not part of my body would “go to sleep” or become unduly strained. It was
ingenious, really, and apart from the ropes and ties crisscrossing my body (which I soon ceased to
recognize), absolutely no sensation of any sort stimulated me while I was alone. I reflected on my owner’s
glory, and His desire that I not come, despite the cock bindings and very thought of Him that compel me to.
But I wasn’t always alone. Though the chair was mounted in such a way that I could not pick up vibrations
from the floor, I could still tell when my Master was present. He would enter and do things, or not do
things, just look at me and smoke a cigar, and my spirit would rise to meet His. I always knew when He
was there, though exactly where or what He was up to I could not know. But not feel in my bones that He
was present? The soul knows things the senses can never provide.
Sometimes he would lash me, or slap me, or run some rough object over the tenderest portions of my
exposed anatomy. I might feel something warm and wet and semi-solid strike the end of my dick hard
enough to make it wobbly in its constraints, and my body would convulse (as much as possible,
immobilized) with both pleasure and the conquest of that pleasure, to rein in the nascent orgasm.
Sometimes, hours and hours into the reward, He will have been there for so long without any contact
whatsoever that my cock wants to worship Him spontaneously by offering Him its seed, and I will weep
with the joy and torture of preventing it. On one occasion, He never let me come at all, but put me to bed
and ordered me to remain celibate until the next day. When I finally did come, after nearly fourteen hours
of permanent unsatisfied erection, I passed out three times and couldn’t stop twitching for an hour.
Today, though, was different. I had achieved a new level of intimacy with Him in the hideous carnage, I
had been filled with His holy presence and power, and though my musculature had almost returned to
normal, only slightly thickened by my exertions, and my cock had shrunk back to its normal size, the
mystery of His incarnation continued to electrify me and set fantastical shapes dancing behind my eyelids
in the dark. Perhaps it was the hunger, the lack of food and hunger for Him, that brought on this eerie
vision.
I saw Jason standing in all His naked glory, outside of time and space itself, His huge power filling the
darkness of the void and pressing the emptiness of chaos away. Yet He was not alone. Gathered in a
anxious, angry group, were the gods of Earth. All of them Yahweh, Allah and Jesus, rising like three-
headed Cerberus from a body bristling with muscle. Brahma, Krishna and Siva stood before a host of
deified Hindi, flexing and stretching their multiple limbs. Fat Buddha, not so happy, stood off to the side
like a dyspeptic sumo wrestler. Zeus, Apollo, Pluto, and Mars glowered at the head of the Olympians,
eyeing Mithra, Marduk, Anu and Bel with undisguised contempt. Horus gathered Ra and beautiful, bulging
Osiris around him and a swarm of animal-headed deities. Thor and Wotan sneered at them. Quetzalcoati
and Mitnal stood among the blood-dripping American gods and astonishing, terrifying Nyambi, Shango
and Olorun danced and bellowed. Even Dagon, Moloch and Ba’al crouched nearby, trying to stay out of
the Yahweh-Allah beast’s way. They stretched off into the distance, thousands and thousands of gods,
horrifyingly primitive things worshipped by neandertals, all the gods jostling and displacing each other as
they have for thousands of millennia. Even the great Mother, Anansi and Shakti crowded to the fore,
hissing and spitting at the one true God who faced off against them.
“Silence!” came Jason’s voice, thundering like rung steel over their heads and awing or terrifying them into
silence. Could it be? they wondered. He smiled, and flexed his massive god-pecs. I think Zeus would
have bent over then and there if everyone wasn’t watching.
“I have a proposal,” Jason said. “You all against me in a cosmic tug-of-war. If your combined, paltry
might can topple me, then you can tear me to pieces. But if you are drawn to me by MY strong arm,” he
paused to peak his biceps and make the muscle mound and roll, “then your collective divine asses are
mine.”
“What substance could possibly endure our power?” shouted Mars, impetuous as always. Jason stared at
him stonily until his cocky grin fell apart on his face, fear flashed for a moment before anger took over.
Jason nodded His head at the glowing, egg-shaped mass that slowly kept expanding in the blackness.
Osiris gulped. “Creation?” stuttered meek little Jesus, not displaying the brazen biceps Michelangelo
captured on the wall of the Sistine Chapel.
Jason roared suddenly “WHY NOT?” and the gods as one moved back, eyes wide and faces blank for the
quickest moment as each realized the full potential of what they faced. Jason laughed mockingly. “Each
one of you has already destroyed it, or tried to, and some of you more than once,” He said with a leer at
Tawa, the Hopi sun god, who shuffled his feet. “The people are too noisy or they didn’t turn out right, or
you’re just plain mean,” He glared at Moloch. “And all of you intend to do it again, once and for all, and
start over again with a new paradise you’ll also fuck up. You can’t hide from me. Who do you think
you’re dealing with, some Gen Y slacker mystified by higher powers? Well, now’s your chance. Not
ready? Tough shit. We’re on Jason time now. I don’t care what order you decide on but hurry up and grab
an end,” he said, muttering to himself “What a zoo.”
As powerful as many of the goddesses were, particularly Athena and some of the vicious Mayan ladies,
they all got shuffled to the back as the males clawed each other to get up front. Some of the demi-gods and
angelic orders tried to squeeze and Jason laughed again. “Sure, we got room for everybody, Satan,
Hercules, Gabriel, MORONi, grab hold.” His smile faded and He growled, “Just hurry the fuck UP
ALREADY YOU PUSSY-WIPES!”
That got the more bellicose deities howling and gnashing their teeth, fangs, tusks, beaks etc. Jason sank
His hands into the small end of the egg, gripping the fabric of reality and crushing whole walls of galaxies
into two gigantic black holes. Not a single photon of radiation could escape his grasp despite the
thunderous detonations, supernovae and matter-compression that occurred in that split-second. Buddha,
rejecting the idea, was made anchor. Zeus stood in front of the others and Jason set his feet and goaded
him.
“There was a time when all the Olympians wanted to rebel against you but even put together they feared
your strength, because you could uproot Olympus with them on it and hurl it so far beyond the edge of the
world it would take them weeks to get back.” Zeus flared his triceps and grinned. “Well, boy, that was
then. This … is NOW!”
And Jason jerked the entire fucking universe.
Zeus’s eyes blinked as he stumbled forward, his brawny arms dragged out against his will as the entire
universe lengthened into a tube. More matter was crushed together and it glowed brighter as the heat
intensified. Already every civilization in its fifteen-billion light-year length was incinerated as gravity was
shattered and worlds were hurled into suns or each other. But Jason was just warming up, the heat barely
affecting his hands, and he rapidly fired his pecs in a dazzling flex. He heaved again and stretched reality
tighter as the gods groaned and shouted in surprise and alarm.
A Babel of languages sounded as each god marveled “How can he be DOING this?” They roared and spat
and put their backs into it, twisting the universe into a white-hot rope that bulged with exploding galaxies
cannibalizing each other. Yet Jason’s arms barely moved in response. He chuckled; and then got deadly
serious. His stern face flashed His anger and impatience and He twisted the universe around His fist and
began jerking the gods toward Him.
They could not withstand the assault. The universe held together, but compressed tighter, grew hotter as all
the energy and mass was crushed into an increasingly smaller area. But the gods were being dragged
relentlessly forward. Those few who grabbed the universe began to feel its searing heat char their divine
beings. Jason wasn’t even sweating. The rest of the gods merely held onto each other, pulling and yanking
and screaming in pain and their divinities began to tear and shred apart. Some of the more primitive,
emotional minor deities broke and ran, fleeing into the remotest corners of chaos to try to hide from Him.
He could see through the blackness and knew exactly where they were. Yet he never took his eyes off his
first adversary, Zeus, Father of the gods. He was almost in range.
Some threw lightning bolts but they sizzled to nothing before they reached Him. Some tried magic but it
all faded at a glance from Him. Some created boulders or missiles but they shattered against His body.
Some tried to shake chaos with quakes but He stamped His foot and knocked an entire line of deities off
their feet and/or hooves. The rhythmic pulling grew more desperate, more flawed as they FELT the fire of
His being burning hotter than the collapsing universe in their hands.
“What are you going to do?” screamed Thor, panicking, trying to shield his eyes from Jason’s face.
“I’m going to kill you.” Jason replied through gritted teeth. Yank. Jerk. Sob. Scream.
“How?” “Why?” “WHY?” they shrieked, feeling all their powers defeated.
Jason sighed, coiling the universe into his hands and grabbing Zeus by the throat. “Because. I have so
much trouble with people praying to you losers for deliverance from me. It’s a royal pain in the ass
because you inspire nitwits to kill each other and have hope that something better than me exists. Well, it
doesn’t. I alone am the height of pleasure and the deepest pit of hell is my displeasure. And you all will
know that hell for the instant before you cease to ever have existed altogether.” And holding all the
struggling gods at bay with one arm, he crushed Zeus’s thick neck like a paper cup and tore his head off.
The body fell into the vastness of chaos with a an inky trail of ichor behind it, and with the head Jason
beaned some serpent god trying to hid a trillion light-years away. Still dragging the mass of deities toward
him merely by crushing creation with His fingers, He began punching the gods as they came close. His fist
rammed straight through the faces of handsome Apollo and Osiris and out the backs of their heads. He
caved in the chests of Moloch and Quetzalcoati, ripping out their hearts and tearing the organs open with
his teeth only to spit the remain back into their twitching faces. He twisted the limbs off mighty Poseidon
and blue Krishna. He hammered Thor into quivering jelly, massaged Wotan’s face into pulp with his
fingers. He trampled angels and archangels and fallen angels and Sinhalese demons beneath His feet into a
shapeless puddle. He dragged the end of the universe close, gripped with desperate fervor by the
monotheos, three-headed Yahweh-Allah-Jesus. Jason roughly pulled the universe out of their trembling
grip and held the blinding globe before them. Its heat made them wince but Jason held it without visible
injury … and then began crushing the entire mass between his fingers. Tighter. Tighter. Tighter.
All the mass and energy in the entire universe shrank under His strength into the darkness of His palm. His
fingers glowed pink from the energy they contained. When all those trillions of units of matter-energy
were forced by His muscular contractions into the tightest space possible, all the conditions for another Big
Bang existed … except for one: the absence of pressure in which to occur. The detonation went off, but the
only evidence were the veins that suddenly stood out along the boulder-strewn belly of His forearm. He
refused to let it happen. With one hand He contained the Big Fucking Bang: and crushed tighter. Forced
immensities of power back into itself, shattering the most basic particles into never-before-created shards of
proto-matter, crunch-ch-ch-ch-ching THAT together and grinding it in His palm until even those remnants
of sub-atomic particles cracked and bled. When he opened His fist, all the assembled deities could see was
a hole, the ultimate black hole, a density none of them could support as effortlessly as He. A dead universe
now incapable of rebirth, merely burning itself out. He popped it in His mouth, rolled it around between
His teeth … and cracked it open with a sound like Death itself dying.
He swallowed the remains, spun the mono-god around and plunged His hard cock up Yahweh’s tight ass.
The god howled in pain and the twisting bodies pressed together in agony. He gripped Jesus’s back and
smashed his spine, working his hand and arm to pull him backward, tear him off the mono-body and hurl
his pleading face away. His other hand, still hot from the universe’s implosion, gripped the top of Allah’s
head as He kept pumping pain up Yahweh’s shitchute, and slowly twisted that head around while slowly
crackling the skull to bits until the entire struggling head popped like rotting fruit. His fists swung out to
the sides and SLAMMED into Yahweh’s shoulders, crushing the bones and making Yahweh’s blood spurt
out of his chest all over the cowering Phoenicians.
Buddha had had enough. Charging in the fat deity leapt over a dozen lesser beings with a high-pitched yell,
his foot aimed right at Jason’s chest. Jason let it impact His chest, driving the leg back up into Buddha’s
onrushing gut. The god screeched and Jason caught the flying body in a bearhug, His arms crushing into
Buddha’s ribcage, pulping his torso while blood shot out of the fat god’s orifices. With one arm He hurled
Buddha beyond the range of sight and went on a rampage.
The rest of the gods and goddesses scattered and Jason flew after them, laying each flat with blows and
kicks they could not prevent or withstand. His lunging feet cut Egyptians in half, separating animal from
human parts. He smashed into whole animal deities, splattering bones from flesh, tearing shrieking
serpents into pieces, crumpling the wings of birds that tried to fly away. He tied all of Siva’s arms into
knots while the god howled, and broke his body over His knee. He dug into dwarfish, chthonic gods and
carved out chunks of their claylike bodies to fling back into their begging faces.
But the weakest gods, and all the goddesses, He gathered before Him and gave them a chance to redeem
themselves by worshiping Him. Each one crawled before him on his or her knees and feasted on His cock,
cleaning off the blood and shit left by the perverted mono-god. Permitted to taste His precum, they then
groveled in the filth of the dead and dying gods, smearing their bodies head to toe with the blood and ichor,
weeping and pleading and moaning. Then He permitted them to see something wonderful on the provision
that they never ever attempt to show their faces again on pain of utter annihilation.
Kicking away the last hungry-mouthed aboriginal god, he began stroking His obscenely huge cock,
squeezing it so hard they all groaned with both pleasure and imagined pain. Then he smiled, stood rigid,
stock-still, unmoving, unquivering, even his cock immobilized by pure muscle control. Ecstasy flooded
His holy face like a light that burned out the eyes of any deities who hadn’t looked away, and then He
decided to release His flow. Out of the end of His cock came a stream of come that immediately formed
into a new universe, precisely like the one He just destroyed, glowing and throbbing and expanding with
life. Only there was one important difference.
This universe was pure, cleansed of all these quarrelling, warring, heart-eating gods and angels and
ridiculous demons. From the beginning of time to the farthest reaches of space, every life form ever
spawned knew implicitly only one God, Jason. Knew in its heart the joy of His pleasure, and feared its
bones the terror of His wrath. No other god had ever been invented by the brutest missing link, because it
knew its true Master from the first glimmer of consciousness. No other god could ever be imagined, so
filled was creation by His presence. No prideful challenge of His dominance was ever made, for His
ownership of all energy and matter was absolute. It was the most perfect universe that could ever exist, and
beneath His guiding hand, it could never come to end.
Unless He got angry….
My orgasm shot ten feet across the space and slammed into His chest. I could feel in my twisting gut not
only the error, but His … laughter. I felt His arms surround me with hard, warm muscle, snapping the
ropes and latex ties with His fingers and sweeping me up in His embrace while my body couldn’t stop the
come nor the tears.
“Why are you crying, Puppy?” He beamed down at me.
“i came without your permission, and what’s worse … i enjoyed it.”
“You don’t think I permitted it? How do you think it happened? Do you imagine you have the will to do it
on your own?”
“No, Sire.”
“Then obviously, dumbass, I made you come.” I marveled as it sank in, how totally He now controlled me.
I started to quiver and His muscles tensed firmly against it, to contain and soothe my animal response.
Then He said, a sparkle in His eye, “Did you like what you saw?”
“The v-vision?” I said. “You did that?”
He sighed, looked up, and shook me roughly. I clung to the ridges of muscle on His arms. “I’m getting
tired of your slowness.” Divine impatience crept into His friendly tone.
“i understand now completely,” I said, melting and clinging to Him like a life raft in a storm.
He nuzzled me and gave me to drink of his Holy mouth. My empty nutsack convulsed and dry orgasm
wracked me and I abandoned myself to contortions within His unbreakable embrace. I finally knew what
heaven was.
Jerk, though, was about to learn the meaning of Hell. And he thought he was already there.
To be continued
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