Popo Bawa

Popo Bawa

He ran, as far and as fast as he might

But IT found him

Mille Dynamite

© Copyright 2025 by Millie Dynamite

NOTE:

This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Authors Note:

This uses a modern myth created in the Muslim community, appearing for the first time in the 1970s. It is not intended to be a condemnation of homosexuality or the Muslim faith. This myth was born out of homophobic fears.

Popo Bawa

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge,

below this line are exactly 750 words:

Popo Bawa, a batlike creature, which can take any form it desires. It is a type of Incubus that sodomizes its victims, almost always men, and turns them into homosexuals. In the 1970s, an angry sheik released a Jinn to ruin his enemies. Once it had performed its tasks, destroying the families of those neighbors, it refused to be contained.

A few months ago, it ravaged the towns and villages along the Tanzanian coast. Faraji Juma fled to the United States to escape the destructive creature. Unfortunately for him, the Popo Bawa (literally translated 'Bat-Wing') followed him.

The new year found Faraji adapting to his new job, in his new country, and very happy he'd escaped the demon unscathed. He found acceptance in Miami, Florida. There weren't many Muslims, but those he met were friendly and not at all radical. He didn't want to be caught in any extreme groups. He only wanted to find a woman or two and settle down.

He'd had some luck with non-Muslim women but hadn't found anyone of his faith to marry. After a particularly satisfying night, having conquered a Christian woman and mated with her three times, he just wanted to sleep.

The room was quite stuffy and warm. Since Juma lived on the 35 floor of the apartment building, he opened the sliding door to the balcony. The sea breeze would be enough to cool the room. He closed the curtain.

Popo Bawa had found many already, one per night. But he hadn't found Faraji yet, and It wanted him so much. A familiar scent wafted on the gentle wind. Juma, he'd found Juma. Flapping its wings, he followed the smell to a tall apartment complex.

But which abode was his, and how would It get inside.

Round and round the building, it glided up one level at a time. At last, Popo Bawa sensed Faraji Juma. He fluttered and flapped its wings until he transformed into a man. He stood fully formed, naked with an immense erection, ready to claim another victim. He stepped to the sliding screen door. It was locked, but no lock was strong enough to keep him out.

The screen opened, of its own will, with a slight grating.

Popo Bawa stepped inside the bedroom. Faraji slept, his covers carelessly kicked way. Resting naked, face down, with his black ass inviting the beast to take it. Crawling on top of the man, one hand on his neck, the other on a shoulder, the demon pressed down with his full weight.

Faraji's eyes flung open. He tried to move but couldn't.

"I've been searching for you," It whispered in Faraji's ear. "You can fight me and lose, doomed to always be the bottom. Or let it happen and have your choice to give or receive."

For a moment, with the big, mushroom cockhead poking at his sphincter, he considered fighting back. But he realized he couldn't win. No one had prevented It from fucking them. Faraji relaxed for a moment.

The ghoul thrust inside.

Faraji Juma screeched in agony. However, his cock twitched. The next jab entered deeper into him. His prick swelled.

"I've wanted to change you for so long," the savage said. "You thought you escaped."

The words were laced with evil intent. And yet, it also seemed like a promise. A shiver ran through Juma's body as he braced for what would happen.

The ghoul thrust inside him with a fierce intensity. The attack stretched Faraji in ways he never imagined. As the Djinn's cock buried deeper and deeper within him. Faraji let out a pained cry. But intermingled with agony, a hint of pleasure. The next jab hit further inside. Another moan of anguish mixed with desire.

His dick spat into the sheet and on his belly.

Something in him enjoyed the rough treatment. Eagerly, he accepted each lunge. Subtle changes inside Juma told the Jinn he'd turned the man.

Popo Bawa fucked Faraji with reckless abandon. Each thrust drove the African further into ecstasy while simultaneously driving him past the edge of pain. Faraji's voice rang out in agony and pleasure alike as he was taken by this relentless force. And still, his prick shot cum, seemingly insatiable in its hunger for more.

Faraji climaxed, again and again, and at last, Popo Bawa lost his thick, rich load of demon seed.

"I don't think you'll be doing any giving," he said. "You enjoy the taking too much."

And then Popo Bawa was gone.