1. Being Cerberus sometimes really bites


    Date: 7/27/2016, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Romance, Author: Cerb138, Source: sexstories.com

    You know getting stabbed really bites when the pain you feel doesn't feel even a quarter what that pain should be, but you have to act like your in agony and then "die". But I guess obviously they didn't know I was "Cerberus the ancient gate guardian of hell" or "Cerberus the powerful door guard of hell" just a couple long winded, preposterous, stupid sounding, unflattering names gods and mortals give me. Don't get me wrong there are much worse ones or better ones but noooooo do I ever hear the name I actually go by and use, not a chance. What's so bad about Wanting to be called Cerb or Cerberus once in awhile!! Oh sorry about that I got a little off track from the whole being stabbed thing and why I was there and all that other stuff that's probably a lot more interesting than my annoyance at pretty much anyone I meet, not including the ones who scream "monstrous beast." So why was stabbed? like so many others is the simple yet complicated, insane but rational, dumb but intelligent reason was, a woman. "Well shit, how long do I have to wait in this damn deep ass hole looking at her cry as those other "respectable" gentleman hold her hostage before they let her go and just piss off." Thinking back on it now everything I did was so out of my usual character that it would look like I had a split personality that just got let out and gave my other self a little vacation. *sigh* I know your reading this and wondering how I'm in a hole while simultaneously your reading this. The ...
    simple explanation is that's it's not worth it to even think about it and just accept that this is probably the most complex thing to explain with the whole time and dimension stuff but certainly won't be the weirdest thing your going to hear so just let it be it will only give you a major head ache to think about. Well as per the usual way of doing things the beginning is usually the best place to start any tale of how I came upon this annoying situation. When I was popped into existence at the Big Bang for some reason I can't explain I was in front of my door with a smaller one behind me, was intelligent enough to know this was really weird and that my "purpose" was to guard this door from letting anything out of it. So at first what I did was stand guard and watch my door like my life depended on it. Than after a few million or billion years, I didn't really keep count so I'm only guessing here, that's when my first visitor came. Oh it wasn't a human that came no it was a Greek, roman, or Egyptian God, I didn't care enough to remember which God it was and from what area. The only thing I was concerned about is that he walked into my house like he owned the place and I'll be damned if he stayed long cause with the door behind me I knew it could be opened from either side and I was not letting that happen. I knew from the start what I looked like (one of those cant explain it so I stopped trying moments) so I knew I was intimidating to say the least. One head instead of three ...
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