Demonic Deception: A Gay Satanic Size-Change Fantasy

By Peter Schutes

A demon will grant you one wish. What would you wish for?

If you are a fan of towering protuberances, minuscule appendages, fairy tales and perfect twists, this gay erotic romance will be just your cup of tea. Max Anderson (nee Rowan Mallory) was born very small. After an encounter with the demon Barbax, he is granted a single wish, to be the biggest in town. But like all diabolical pacts, this one is full of clauses, unforeseen consequences, and ultimately the destruction of Max's soul.
After a short career in male prostitution in Chicago, the bitter winter drives him westward to Hollywood. There he falls in love with LJ, a handsome actor with a similarly oversized encumbrance. Together, they must find a loophole in Barbax's contract before it destroys them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Schutes
• Release date: Jan 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005299989

Peter Schutes

Peter Schutes Publishing promotes "unheard voices" from all walks of life. In addition to the hypermasculine pulp-style erotica of Peter and his associates, the press seeks out authors with stories that need to be told. Erotic fiction pushes boundaries, as does transgressive fiction about LGBTQ+ issues and neurodivergence, the hallmarks of Peter Schutes Publishing.Peter Schutes is the nom de plume of a prolific and acclaimed novelist. As Peter Schutes, he is the author of Slaves of Rome, Dark as a Dungeon, The Gospel of Priapus, and Panama Heat. He writes in the style of vintage pulp authors from the 1960s and 1970s. He lives in Los Angeles.

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BARBAX WOODS

In Defiance, Ohio in the year 1930, Rowan Mallory was a strong, attractive young man. Dark brown hair framed his symmetrical face. His nose was slightly crooked, which proved to make him all the more handsome. As in so many things in life, a flaw can bring out the beauty.

Rowan had a flaw of which he was deeply ashamed. When all the other boys in junior high got their growth spurt, Rowan did too, except in one place. His penis remained as tiny as a toddler’s even when he reached full maturity. He constantly compared himself to the other guys in the locker room while doing his best to hide his shameful secret. His sadness grew with every penis he glimpsed. His was truly the smallest in school. He dropped out of football because he couldn’t stand the showers. The other players jeered and called him Princess Tinymeat. Soon everyone in high school, male or female, knew that Rowan Mallory carried the curse. His dating prospects dried up. The girls giggled when he walked past.

A few of his male classmates reached out and tried to comfort him, but he spiraled into a depression that never lifted. He was too depressed to apply for college. When he graduated, Howie Ward, one of his former teammates, patted him on the back. Rowan didn’t realize that it was a prank. Taped to the back of his graduation gown was a crudely drawn sign that read I have a teeny weeny peeny. He didn’t discover it until the ceremony was over. He put Howie on a list of revenge fantasies.

A strange thing happened to Rowan after graduation. His sexual fantasies grew out of his obsession with size. He imagined having a gargantuan cock. The strange part was how he dreamed of using it. He wanted to fuck Howie and all those mean jocks in the ass. He would make them plead for mercy as he tore into their bowels. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind, but they only returned more intensely. He wanted to fuck every man’s ass and make them pay for humiliating him so publicly.

The obsession grew to encompass all men. The men with large buttocks appealed to him most. If he saw a really voluptuous male ass, his tiny penis grew hard, not that anyone could tell. He spent hours washing his hands in public restrooms to get a glimpse at a big one. He discovered that men with normal sized penises (or big ones) often fucked each other in the stalls. He had no desire to get fucked. He wanted to do all the fucking, but he didn’t have the proper equipment.

His job that summer was in a bottling plant. Prohibition had ended, and liquor production created a vast job market in an otherwise depressed economy. He still lived at home. His walk to the factory took about an hour. If he was willing to cut through the Barbax Woods, it would cut the walk to fifteen minutes. Nobody went through those woods. Old stories dating to the settlement of the town warned of evil lurking in the trees. Children had gone missing, and several grown men were committed to a sanatorium after daring to cross.

Rowan’s size obsession was eating a hole in his soul. Each morning when he awoke, he felt he couldn’t face another day with his small penis. One day, washing his hands in the restroom at the factory, Jeff Gross walked in. He planted himself in front of the urinal, took a step back, and unraveled a fire hose penis from his dungarees. It was twenty or thirty times the size of Rowan’s tiny nub, which hardened like a nipple at the sight of it. 

Jeff saw Rowan staring unabashedly.

You want to hold it? He grinned. It’s not all that great. I can’t get laid to save my life.

Rowan remained speechless.

Nobody, man. Not women. Not even men. Jeff paused to gauge Rowan’s reaction. He didn’t get a clear reading, so he continued. You got a pretty sweet ass, and no dick to get in the way. Why don’t you let me fuck you in that stall right there?

Finally, Rowan spoke. I’m not a disgusting faggot like you.

Jeff shrugged. He had that horrible confidence only a well-hung man can possess. It’s your loss. When your dick is this big, you gotta catch as catch can. He folded his dick twice before stuffing it into his underwear.

Rowan obsessed over Jeff and his monster penis. The hole in his soul was tearing apart further. He barely ate his supper and turned in early, crying himself to sleep.

He awoke at 8:30. He had to be at work in thirty minutes! His dad had already left in the truck, and his mom didn’t know how to drive.

He threw on his clothes and ran down the block. He couldn’t run long distances, and he knew he would be late. As anyone who has lived with depression knows, being late to work is a frequent problem. Rowan had two warnings; a third would get him fired.

Casting all superstitions aside, Rowan left the sidewalk and entered Barbax Woods. Unlike other forests, Barbax was completely silent. No wind rustled through the deciduous leaves. No birds called. The hush was deafening.

Rowan felt a goose walk over his grave. The hairs on his arms stood up. Maybe the old legends were true. He didn’t care. After seeing Jeff Gross and his huge penis, Rowan didn’t care if he lived or died. His life was so miserable, how could death be any worse?

Life is precious. A voice startled him. He whirled to see who said it. Nobody was there.

Who said that?

He scanned the trees and saw a clearing just ahead. As he drew closer, he saw a startlingly handsome man with black curly hair, green eyes, and a well-trimmed beard. He sat on a stump.

I did, said the handsome man.

Jeff was drawn to this handsome stranger like a bee to a bright flower. The man smiled.

Come, son, don’t be afraid.

Rowan felt an intense power radiating off this man. ‘What are you doing here?"

I could ask you the same, Rowan. These are my woods. Why are you here?

I’m late for work.

The curly haired stranger nodded. I know why you’re really here. You don’t even know yet.

Rowan frowned. If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with. I’m done with the world anyway.

The handsome stranger laughed. I’ve seen your future, and you won’t be leaving any time soon.

Rowan glanced at his watch. I’m going to be late, so can I go?

The stranger smiled. Don’t you want to know how I know your name and future? How I know about that tiny penis that torments you?

Rowan said, You don’t know me. Everyone in town probably knows about my miserable little dick. And I’m late. I can’t lose my job.

The stranger pointed at Rowan’s watch. Take a closer look. Time has no sway over this place.

Rowan saw that his watch had stopped. Who was this guy?

As if he could hear his thoughts, the handsome man