Aphrodite's Curse Ch. 008

Demetrius turned completely red. Chained with his hands behind his back, he would have given anything to be able to cover his nudity. Every person in the Palace had been woken by the commotion and he was dragged by another chain on his neck into the main meeting hall to await judgment. The women of the Palace all were quite appreciative of the show, all having been affected by the after effects of his tryst with Aphrodite. Penelope, the daughter of Menalus, could not help but lick her lips as the beautiful and strong form of Demetrius was paraded before her. She felt herself grow moist as she imagined running her hands through his dark hair as it was slaving away between her thighs. She tried to remain subtle as her father was furious. The other women of the Palace had similar reactions and there was not a dry pair of panties on any woman in the room.

The king and his guards were simply amused by his nudity. This would be thief had some nerve, he thought, not only attempting to steal his prize possession (the Phoenix) but attempting to do it naked. From the looks of Demetrius's balls it was obvious that he had gone without release for a long long time, having achieved a light shade of purple, looking like over-ripe plums. He could not have known that the blue balls were caused not only by a curse from the Goddess of love herself Aphrodite, which had kept poor Demetrius cumless for 2 years now, but prevented him ever for achieving release.

Feeling every eye studying him, Demetrius stared down at the floor in shame. Worried about what was going to happen to him, he felt new shackles attached to his wrists and ankles that were attached to one another by a chain. Suddenly he was lifted into the air and swung free, his ever hard and denied cock pointing down to the crowd below. The king, once Demetrius was properly restrained, decided to address the crowd.

"Dear subjects, witness YET AGAIN, another rogue trying to steal the Phoenix from your kingdom. The Phoenix protects us all, and it is only through its divine presence that we are able to prosper and survive. How should we deal with this infidel? What punishment would be suitable?" The guards and the other men who had gathered all chanted death. To the King's amazement, and irritation, the women, including his own daughter Penelope all chanted Mercy. Penelope, rushing to her father's side, dropped to her knees and begged for Demetrius's life. Tears welling in her eyes, she sobbed openly at his feet. She, after only seeing Demetrius for a few minutes, was already swept away by his charms and completely under the spell of the curse.

Raising his hand to still the crowd the King spoke again. "There appears to be a split amongst my subjects. Half cry out for vengeance and the punishment of death, which this rouge surely deserves. The other half, perhaps under the influence of their own feminine nature, beg for mercy." At this statement, the men in the audience screamed for death even more vigorously while the women in attendance equally vigorously cried for Mercy. The King, raising his hand again called for silence.

"I am a merciful King and have decided that the Gods themselves shall decide this boy's fate. I call for him to be subjected to the Laughing Ordeal!" At the mention of this the crowd gasped. "If this young man can withstand the torment without releasing his seed for the duration of his punishment, he will be simply imprisoned for life in our dungeons. However, if he releases, than it is the will of the Gods that he suffer the ultimate fate. His cock and balls will be separated from his body and sacrificed to Athena, our patron Goddess, and he will lose his other head as well. His fate shall be determined by his own reactions. If he can resist a week of the torment, being teased and tickled 24 hours a day, he will live. IF not, I am sure his balls, which already look quite full and desperate, will make for a very fine sacrifice to Athena."

The men in the audience all laughed hilariously at this suggestion but the women were horrified. Penelope's eyes welled up again with tears and she looked long and lovingly at Demetrius dangling naked before her. Oddly she thought she spotted a small smile come across his lips. Surely a man facing such a dire test, and having his manhood threatened, usually should at least seem nervous. He looked much calmer than she would have expected.

Demetrius did smile unconsciously as he heard the King's words. He was concerned of course by the ordeal, and knew it would be torment, but he knew he certainly would NEVER release his seed. Once again, in an ironic twist, the curse of Aphrodite served to save his life, and this time also his balls!

The king motioned to the chief Guard and commanded him to retrieve the feathers from the chamber of the Phoenix. These had been collected for decades from the remains of plumage that had molted off of the bird, and due to their magical powers they were kept under strict lock and key. Even an old feather from the magical bird had the ability to wield strong power. No human could stand the feel of the tendrils of the feathers on their skin as each stroke would feel as though a million feathers had been teased on their bare skin. It made for the ultimate torture device as it did not kill, but the victim would often pray for death.

As the guards all were handed their feather spears, Davon, a new recruit to the unit shifted uncomfortably in his sandals, desperately trying to hide his erection. The whole scene had oddly excited him, and although he certainly did not envy the poor naked and bound Demetrius, his curiosity about what one of these feathers would feel like being stroked on his own cock burned in his brain. When no one was looking, he bent his spear down under his kilt and gently touched just the tip to his balls, wondering what the experience would be like. Within seconds he had his answer, to his ultimate shame and the obvious amusement of his comrades, Davon began howling and screaming in laughter, almost sounding like pain. He had only touched himself briefly but the sensations remained and intensified.

Unable to control himself, he flung his body to the floor, desperately ripping his tunic off of his body, completely exposing himself naked to the crowd. He was insane with both lust from the sensation on his balls, but also laughing hysterically as the sensations increased exponentially even though they no longer touched his body. Humping his erect cock into the air, rope after rope of cum shot from his cock as he thrashed and shuddered uncontrollably.

Every eye in the palace looked on in a combination of horror and hilarity as this unbelievable erotic display continued for 15 minutes. Finally, Davon, completely empty of sperm and exhausted passed out in a sweaty heap in the middle of the floor. Demetrius too watched this, his eyes wide in fear as the obvious effects of just one second of the torture were displayed to him. What would he be like after a week! He shuddered at the thought.

The King was furious, but he had to chuckle himself at the spectacle. "Well dear Prisoner, now you see what only one second of torment with the feathers shall do. Be sure to look fondly at your cock and balls, as they will soon be mine! Now, as for our young foolish guard Davon, this offence will not go unpunished. Take him to the stocks and lock him in but first lock his penis in chastity. For the next month he will learn humility and discipline as he will be teased again with these feathers, only this time he will have to keep his seed to himself. I guarantee, after a month of this he will never again want to test the power of the Phoenix on himself again." Davon moaned and wept as he was dragged away to a horrible month of endless torture. The king was correct as Davon never again wanted to feel the power of the Phoenix.

Now that the guards had all of their spears, they lifted them high into the air so that just the tips would hit Demetrius as he passed. The chain from which he was suspended began to swing and the first touch of the tip to his flesh felt like a bolt of lightning slicing through his brain. His whole body thrashed uncontrollably as peals of uncontrollable laughter exploded out of his mouth. As the feathers teased his dick, pre-cum leaked out but mercifully he did not shoot. The curse of Aphrodite once again protected him while also tormented him.

Penelope could not look away from the spectacle. She held her breath as she was sure the new object of her desire could not possibly survive this ordeal, but to her delight, and her father's anger, he did. Hours passed and he still did not shoot, although it was obvious he was suffering greatly. His whole body shook uncontrollably and tears streamed down his face through his relentless howls of laughter. His cock visibly throbbed and pulsed at each touch of the feather, and Penelope could not help but slip her hand into her panties, lightly rubbing her pleasure nub as she watched this whole scene play out before her. Hours turned into a full day, and guard after guard began to drop. Despite being extremely careful one by one each accidently touched one of their feathers to their own skin or another guard and by the end of the first day, most of the them were reduced to naked laughing heaps on the floor, hosing the entire room down with their sperm.

Furiously the King decided to halt the torment for the night, leaving Demetrius suspended from the ceiling laughing and shaking. The next day, the king decided, he would have to get longer spears and perhaps armor his guards better as protection. He was committed however that Demetrius would NOT survive this ordeal, even if he had to mete out the punishment himself.

Demetrius fell asleep, still suspended from the ceiling. Hours later, the hall illuminated only by the full moon, he awoke. Mercifully the residual effects of the feathers had stopped tormenting him and he could rest. His whole body was drenched in his own sweat from the ordeal. As his eyes adjusted to the dim moonlit room, he saw the beautiful Penelope creep in, careful to not make any noise. In her hands he spied a key. Could it be that she would be his beautiful rescuer? When she turned the wench and lowered him to the floor she stood over him, her bare foot inches from his face.

She whispered in his ear that she wanted to help him and asked his name. Demetrius not only told her who he was but explained his whole sad story, which moved Penelope and also aroused her. Knowing he was cursed by Aphrodite the princess laid a plot in her head, one that would not only help him, but help herself.

"Demetrius my sweet prisoner, I will help you, but you must help me. I will obtain a feather for your quest, one that will not be missed, and I will also get you off of this island, but on one condition. You must stay with me in my private palace for one month as my slave. I must have you as you are the most gorgeous and exciting man I have ever seen!" Once again, the curse of Aphrodite both helped and tormented Demetrius as the spell on the Princess was complete. When he reached out with his mouth and kissed her toes, Penelope knew she had her answer and she quickly unchained Demetrius and spirited him away to her own private palace on the far side of the Island.