Dawn slowly broke over Thebes, the eastern sky slowly turning light pink as the sun just began rising in the east. Demetrius, head splitting with a horrific headache, slowly woke up, his whole body aching in pain from his fall in the slippery cum of Orpheo the night before. Gradually opening his eyes, he looked up into the slowly brightening sky and tried to remember where he was. Starting to rise, he found that he was once again bound tightly and as he struggled to get loose he heard a noise from behind him. Ino, walking from behind his head and running her hands down his chest purred as she felt his flesh quiver under her fingers before stopping at his feet. Feeling her hand on his body, his mind flooded with the images from last night's ceremony, but still could not understand how he got into this predicament. The last thing he could remember was of him reaching up for the wineskin off of Dionysus's cock, but then everything went black. Whatever was going to happen now, the woman standing in between his legs was fully in charge, and he had no way to resist. Laying back on the stone altar table, he closed his eyes and sighed.
Her eyes still glowing slightly purple from the elixir, she grinned as her eyes ran up and down Demetrius's body. His headache now gone as his mind rushed with one thousand thoughts, Demetrius tried to smile, hoping somehow to charm his way out of this situation. Ino, running her nails up his inner thighs, licked her lips as she gazed down at his throbbing helpless cock. Suddenly stopping, she looked up towards the statue of Dionysus and closed her eyes as she held her hands out to her side. "Oh great God Dionysus, Lord of Wine, Giver of Joy, we thank you for this gift of man!" Walking behind Demetrius she strode up to the statute and removed the wineskin from his cock, the bag now bulging right on the edge of bursting, she corked it. Bending down, she now took a new empty wineskin and replaced it onto the shaft of the wine God's phallus and closed her eyes in silent prayer.
Demetrius struggled to listen to what was happening behind him, but could not hear anything as the sounds of the fifty other Maenads and Neophytes began to rustle and stir around him, all now waking in the early morning light and beginning to chat noisily amongst themselves.
The day after the Bacchanalia was normally quite subdued as their madness abated in the sober daylight, their pussies still sore from the prior evenings rigorous activities. The night before had been especially spectacular as it was always a treat when some foolish man came into the grove and added his own sacrifice to the ritual. Each woman sighed as they still throbbed from the countless orgasms sacrificed to the deity. It was always bittersweet the morning after, as it would be a full three months before another Bacchanalia, and each woman lived for the festival. But the wineskin was full, the God was pleased and they were all completely sated, so all was well. Looking up at Ino however, something was different about this morning after and the women began to yawn and stretch, standing now in the early dawn light they waited to hear from their chief Priestess.
From behind his head, Demetrius heard Ino address the crowd. "Fellow worshippers! This is a most glorious moment and a historical and unprecedented day! Never before has the Bacchanalia continued for more than one night, but the Great God Dionysus has provided us a sign of his love for us. He commands us to continue as he is not yet sated. Behold, a new male initiate to join our worship with his sacrifice! Prepare thyselves as the Bacchanlia will now continue!!!"
With this pronouncement an enormous roar of approval went up from the women, now all completely awake and ecstatic that the festivities would continue. Demetrius grew extremely worried now as the memories of the night before became clearer in his mind, and he thought about the poor unfortunate Orpheo, milked into oblivion by these wine soaked furies. Looking down at his cock and balls, they were as usual NOT cooperating, and despite decades of constant denial, they always seemed hopeful of release. He grew even more worried as he tried to think about how this would end, and he could not imagine a scenario where it could end. They would no doubt try and milk him, as they had Orpheo, and would not cease until he released, but this would not be possible. His whole body tensed as he braced himself for the ordeal, as he now faced fifty beautiful sex crazed Maenads who would not cease until he released his seed. They could not know that his seed would never release and he feared being shredded into lifeless meat by these beauties, desperate to release his seed to complete the ritual. Closing his eyes, he began to pray to Aphrodite. "Please Goddess of love, PLEASE HELP ME!!!" he whispered, his prayer cut short as Ino grabbed his face and pulled it back to look into his eyes.
"Beautiful beautiful boy!!!" she whispered as she passionately kissed him. Demetrius was smitten as Ino was truly spectacular, her long luxurious hair brushing his forehead as she bit his lower lip. Now standing up straight, she called out to the crowd. "Oh servants of Dionysus, bring forth the fresh wine as we shall now prepare a new batch of nectar for day two!" Again a shout of approval roared through the early morning air as the sound of a cart being wheeled into the clearing could be heard over the din of cheering women. Ino stepped down off of the altar and lifted the newly filled wineskin above her head. As the enormous barrel of fresh wine rumbled into place, she uncapped the bag and squeezed out a single drop of the contents into the dark brimming liquid. Instantly the burgundy contents began to swirl and glow, magically transforming into the vintage the Maenads craved and now infused with the power of the great God Dionysus himself. Taking a large goblet into her hand, she dipped it into the barrel and lifted it to her lips taking an enormous swig. As the wine slaked her thirst, her eyes instantly became fully purple and glowing again as she once again came under the spell of the God.
The women all now rushed forth and began to drink, wine splashing over their naked bodies as they all became mad and frenzied again. Ino, now turning to Demetrius laying helplessly on the altar, a full goblet in her hand walked up onto the table.
He could not help but gawk as she stood naked over him. Despite knowing the danger, he could not help but lift his ass up off of the stone table as his cock desperately wished to plunge into her dripping pussy, deliciously displayed before his hungry eyes. Her whole body was gorgeous, round, full and curvy, demanding worship. Running her foot up his inner thigh, she playfully teased his aching balls with her toes before she ran them up his stomach towards his mouth. Demetrius was helpless and his mouth dropped open as he saw her place her foot right in front of his face. Closing his eyes, he lifted his head and lightly kissed the end of her big toe, grinning as he heard her gasp in pleasure. His eyes open, he saw her take her full goblet of wine, and as she had with Orpheo, pour it over her thigh. Slowly the trickle of wine, glowing with the power of Dionysus, ran down her leg towards her foot. His eyes closed in rapture as he eagerly licked and suckled the sweet wine off of her toes.
Instantly he began to thrash as the pain and aching in his balls increased exponentially. The curse of Aphrodite was a mixed blessing, and one of the blessings was it prevented him from being driven mad by the wine, but sadly it did not prevent him from ramping up his sperm production. He twitched and thrashed as his balls began to throb and grow, swelling to the size of fully ripe oranges as he begged and pleaded for release. As he panted and gasped, Ino laughed as she poured the full contents of her goblet into his open mouth, looking with satisfaction as she saw his pupils begin to turn purple and glow like hers.
For all of the years of sexual torment Demetrius had suffered, nothing could compare to this exquisite yet horrific need. His balls felt as though they would burst, and his cock throbbed wildly like a snake wriggling out of his den, desperate to do anything to release his enormous and growing load trapped inside his tortured ballsacks. As he began to scream and beg, his shouts were cut off as Ino lowered her gushing pussy onto his mouth. Instantly and automatically, Demetrius began to suck, nibble and lick like a wildman, desperate to get her off in some convoluted logic that somehow her pleasure would lessen his torment.
Ino shrieked in abject bliss as his tongue, honed in skills for over a century and magically infused with the power of Aphrodite, teased orgasm after orgasm from her quivering and desperate body. As she rode his face, they were both covered by the desperate bodies of the other Maenads, all biting and scratching Demetrius as they fought over who got to ride his never softening cock next. Those not able to join the orgy on the altar, desperately frigged themselves on the ground, each orgasm reverently offered to Dionysus. On the end of the statue's cock, the new wineskin began to bulge as it already was filled, and Ino reluctantly pulled herself off of Demetrius's face and placed a fresh bag on the golden phallus. Demetrius tried unsuccessfully to will himself into unconsciousness as his need was too great to bear. Convinced that no man on earth was suffering more sexual denial than he was at that moment, his addled brain cried out in a continuous stream of prayers for relief from Aphrodite.
Although Demetrius was truly suffering he was not alone. On Seriphos, Mercury too prayed, but his prayers were directed to Zeus and they were desperate pleas for him to come and rescue him from the relentless toes of Danae. Grinning, she stood over his naked and bound body, his cock painfully throbbing in ridiculous desperation, as she slowly ran her toes up and down his shaft.
"Forty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-four" she called out as her sex gushed in desire as she felt his arousal wafting off of him in strong waves. She had slowly but surely worked him up to longer and longer periods of time for self-denial and today was a new milestone. As she started her next long stroke the door suddenly blew open.
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When Zeus entered the room and saw Mercury throbbing desperately against the wall, still bound by his lightning bolts and golden cockring from over two months ago, he felt bad. He had wanted Danae to help him with his premature ejaculation problem, but had not intended it to go on this long. He had been so distracted by his war plans, he had completely forgotten about his old friend, and his heart filled with instant regret.
"DANAE!!!! Ease up Girl, you don't want to break him do you?" he called out, startling Danae who spun around to see Zeus standing in the doorway. She smiled as she saw him and instantly ran over and jumped into his arms, wrapping her long luscious legs around his ass and locking her ankles as she showered him with kisses. She smiled as she felt his cock stirring under her ass, obviously aroused by what he had walked in on.
