Cupidity

Cupidity Part I (Lust) of JackMate's Seven Deadly Sins series

NOTICE: This story contains explicit description of sexual acts between men. If it is against the law of your state to view such material, it is in your best interest to cease reading this story. Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter I: "Eyes on the Prize"

Today marked the hundredth anniversary of the birth of the demon, Alaric. There was nothing quite like turning a century old. His cumulative experience in the world of mortals was one of allurement and gratification. See, Alaric was an incubus; a sex fiend with the capacity to manipulate the sex drive of any creature which possessed a sexual nature. Well, "incubus" was the Christianized name for a maleficent being such has him. It was also the name of a band, which probably had misconceptions about their allure when naming themselves. Incentor libido was a more appropriate phrase to describe him; "inciter of lust" in Latin. Power was his motive. Sex was the mechanism.

As a matured demon, he had no need to constantly feast upon the latent carnal desires of the world. During his infant phase, Alaric had no corporeal body. His sole means of existing was through possession. Back then, he had to ceaselessly engage in the temptation of innocent souls in order to amass power. He would possess a body to his liking and seduce unsuspecting targets, ejaculating his seed inside their bodies that would grow and dictate the victims' voluptuous needs. For each seed planted and grown, Alaric became more powerful. Eventually, he had accrued enough blossomed seeds to form his own corporeal body.

In the mortal world, he was known as Seth Lycander, a handsome twenty-five-year-old investment consultant. The combination of his charm, charismatic expertise, and occasional seduction had led him to be the top paid consultant at his company, earning him a $180k annual salary when bonuses were added in. Alaric was pleased with his successful living. He owned a sizeable four bedroom, two-story house with a spacious backyard and a pool. He had business travels throughout the United Sates, meeting with prospective clients and prey. On top of that, his company hinted at the possibility of a promotion to CFO, since the current officer is on the brink of retirement. His salary would double if he obtained that position.

It's true that demons did not have material needs. But, as with any other supernatural entity, they were bound to the necessities of the mortal world. In order to remain incognito, he and his brethren had to assimilate themselves into the human society. Because his accrued power was so great, the human body was a great way to contain it. It acted as a stabilizer to an otherwise chaotic mote, as well as a way to channeling his sexual prowess. Alaric had chosen to lead a life that threw him into the world of greed. One sin begot another sin. It was the opportunity he was looking for.

Incidentally, Alaric had chosen to take the day off for his centennial. As much as he would have enjoyed mixing business with pleasure, this illustrious day called for a special occasion. It fell on a Friday, which meant he had a three-day weekend ahead of him. It was mid-July, the peak of summer, and the beach was calling his name. He was boarding a plane to the Hawaiian island of Maui, business class. He stood in line, wearing a shimmering black suit with a red shirt and silver tie. It imprisoned his preternaturally sculpted body.

He boarded the plane and took his assigned seat, which was adjacent to the aisle. The seat to his right was currently unoccupied. The only carry-on he brought was his briefcase. Though he was on a brief getaway, as a representative of a reputable investment firm, it was in his best interest to be prepared for an opportunity to connect with a potential client. His destination was bound to have business-minded people to network with. He opened the briefcase and obtained his sleek touch-tablet and the accompanying latch-on keyboard, then slid the case under his seat.

Before he could get down to business, a person approached and opened the overhead compartment. He looked over and got a nice view of a tightly clad crotch in jeans. Before its owner finished placing his luggage in the compartment, Alaric returned his attention to his tablet, pretending not to have noticed him. The compartment closed and the person uttered timidly, "Excuse me."

Alaric looked up to make eye contact with his seatmate. He was a younger guy, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a polo shirt. His short gold blonde hair was clean cut and complimented his lustrous sapphire blue eyes. His shirt clung to a well chiseled chest, revealing its carved stature. The demon could not help but smile, enjoying the view of the young athletic boy. He stood up and allowed him to pass to his seat. For a split second, he was able to view the firm globes of the boy's buttocks.

Liking the interesting specimen beside him, Alaric decided to dismiss his tablet for the moment. "Hi, I'm Seth," he said to him. "What's your name?"

"Jonathan," the boy replied, his voice surprisingly masculine. The boy paused and looked him over. "But, I go by Jon-O (pronounced like John-oh)."

"Jon-O?" Alaric quirked, intrigued. "Why's that?"

"My full name is Jonathan O'Donnell," Jon-O answered. "My friends adopted it. I went along with it."

"Fascinating," Alaric commented. Suddenly, a steward came up to them, inquiring about what drinks they would like. He pondered for a second. "I'll have a glass of syrah." He turned to the human next to him. "What would you like? My treat."

"Um," Jon-O stuttered. "I'll have a Dr. Pepper."

Both Alaric and the steward blinked at him quizzically. Alaric chuckled a bit and clicked his tongue. "You're on a flight to Maui, and you want to drink a soda? No, pick another drink, young sir."

"But, I'm not –," the naïve stud began to say.

"Uh-uh," Alaric said hastily, holding up a finger. "No buts. What do you like? Beer? Wine? Liquor? Cocktails?" He winked at him at the last statement. He could tell he was making the boy flushed inside.

"I'll have a Sam Adams, then," Jon-O decided with a slight, cute smile.

"Excellent choice," Alaric praised as he gave the steward his credit card.

Soon after, boarding had finished, the plane was taxied, and their flight commenced into the airways toward Hawaii. Their flight was going to be five hours long, so Alaric had ample time to get to know the succulent mortal next to him. When their drinks arrived, he subtly brushed the back of Jon-O's hand as he handed him his beer. He could sense the boy's temperature swelling from the brief contact. Jon-O adjusted his collar and grinned tautly at him as he took his first drink. Alaric just sat back and sipped his wine, relishing their sudden mutual attraction.

The demon learned quite a bit about Jonathan O'Donnell. He had just graduated from high school and became accepted into the football program at the University of Notre Dame. His enthusiasm for athletics explained his built physique and fraternal demeanor. It turned out that his parents were rewarding him with a week-long vacation in Maui for his success. Alaric figured he came from a family of substantial wealth, though the boy did not act self-entitled. When he asked what he wanted to study, he was surprised that it was aerospace engineering. Jon-O explained that ever since he was a little kid, he was curious how space shuttles were built and was in awe about the idea of space travels. The kid's future goal was to work for NASA and have a hand in the future of space exploration. Needless to say, Alaric was impressed.

For the first two hours of the flight, they watched the in-flight movie together with another round of drinks in hand. Jon-O was quite knowledgeable of physics and commented on some elements of the action scenes that betrayed that knowledge. Alaric simply listened with amusement. He could tell that now the boy was trying to impress him, wanting him to approve of him. Though, there was no need for any of that. He already earned his approval. The incubus approved of what he figured lied beneath his clothes. But, he allowed the human to entertain him in the meantime.

"I've got to take a leak," Jon-O said briefly after the credits of the movie came on screen. "It must be all the beer." He smiled again at Alaric as he scooted past him to make his way to the lavatory in the back of the cabin.

"Can I get you gentlemen another?" The steward asked Alaric, placing the empty beer bottle from Jon-O's tray into a trash bag he was carrying.

"I think we're alright for now," Alaric answered amply. "Three rounds ought to be enough for the rest of this flight. We still got a full day ahead of us at the island."

"I hear that," the steward laughed, moving on to other passengers.

Now that he was alone, it was time to view the goods that awaited him in the lavatory. Alaric concentrated silently as he harnessed the dark power within him. With ease, he channeled his mind's vision outside of his body and transferred it into the lavatory. It was a mediocre space but still roomier than a lavatory in coach. There, in front of the toilet, Jon-O stood with his fly open and jeans slightly pulled down. Sprouted from the opening was a flaccid cock releasing a steady stream of urine. The boy was sighing with relief, obviously from holding it in throughout the movie.

Alaric smiled to himself as he rubbed his bottom lip with tip of his finger, still channeling his power. To a person nearby, it only looked as though he was just in deep thought. The boy's manhood enthralled the demon. Its pink mushroom head, the fair shaft, and the light shallow bush at the base looked so appealing. Alaric wanted more. Still maintaining the mind vision, he drew from the chaotic energy within him and connected it into the boy, much like an electrical plug penetrating a socket. He focused on triggering Jonathan's libido. Once he found the sweet spot, he plunged his power into it, elevating his sex hormones that were in abundance.

Jon-O's cock began to harden as he finished up releasing. The boy groaned as he adjusted his collar again and began to stroke with his right hand. Before he knew it, Alaric was witnessing a thick seven-or-eight-inch dick poking through the stroking fist. The pointy tip was glistening with pre-cum. Jon-O moaned softly as he rubbed his chest under his shirt with his free hand. His carved abs became exposed in the process, heightening Alaric's attention to the scene. But, what took him over the edge was a glimpse of his chiseled chest and rose-colored nipple. Oh yes, this boy was quite a specimen. Alaric wanted even more. He wanted a sample of this delicious appetizer.

He broke the channel of the mind vision, returning himself to his body. The elevated sexual energy was still instilled, so now Alaric was free to do a more elaborate action with his unbridled power. Once again, he dipped into the demonic abyss and called forth a burst of darkness. Upon unleashing it, time bent to his will. All action within the cabin froze, except for the demon and the boy, as if time had stopped. But, it wasn't stopped. It was suspended for a singular moment in that local space for Alaric and Jonathan. Any action taken during suspended time would collapse into that singularity once the suspension ended. Alaric would have remembered it vividly, while someone like Jonathan would have recalled it as a flash. Anyone else outside the time suspension, those that were temporally frozen, would not experience anything at all. This was how Alaric chose to appear to his victims as an apparition, like a fantasy dream, only it would be real and physical. Very, very physical.

Alaric arisen from his seat. He made his way back to the lavatory and listened in to hear Jon-O heaving heavily. The boy was close to coming. No, he can't finish yet. The demon focused his power on the door and willed it to unlock. He opened the door and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. Jon-O gasped at the sight of him, but Alaric stopped him before he zipped up his pants. He clasped his arms around the athlete's broad body from behind, bringing him close to his own. "You must have forgotten to lock the door before going to town," he chuckled coyly into his ear.

"Seth," Jon-O huffed, frenzied from the sexual impulses from both Alaric's power and his very presence. Despite being startled by the older man's appearance, the kid did not stop pumping that plump rod between his legs. He even pulled his jeans down more to allow his two large testicles to hang free. "Help me," he pleaded, leaning back against Alaric's body, encouraging him to take action. Jon-O began using his left hand to play with his balls.

The world seemed to blur away, as if the duo were alone in eternity. Alaric leaned into athlete and nuzzled his face into his neck. He was slightly taller than the youth. He slithered his hands under his shirt in the front, sliding it upward as he caressed the moist, cut muscles of his stomach and torso. He made moans of elation erupt from the human when he began to suckle the sweet spots on his neck. When his hands reached the nipples, Alaric skillfully placated them between his fingers. Jon-O sounded off his approval. Meanwhile, the older man subtly brushed his crotch against the boy's firm buttocks. His entrapped cock was engorged inside his suit pants.

This wasn't about him, though. This was about the sexy hunk Jonathan unloading himself before Alaric's eyes. He licked up the boy's smooth neck and wrapped his tongue around the earlobe, clasping it between his lips and sucking on it. Jon-O grunted and stroked his glorious manhood with relentless vigor. The athlete reached up with his left hand and clasped it against Alaric's, motioning it to rub his chest. The demon acquiesced and gladly kneaded his quaking torso.

"Oh god," Jon-O whimpered. "You make me feel so good."

"Show me," Alaric whispered seductively. "Show me how good I make you feel." His hands roamed back down Jonathan's hard body, leaving him to hold up his polo shirt. He ventured down past the pelvis and massaged his inner thighs. The athlete's body shook violently as the finale was approaching fast. Alaric held him in place, fondling his thighs just the right way to send him over the brink. "Yeah, that's it. Show me."

"Fuck!" Jon-O howled, bucking against Alaric's hold. The boy's fat cock spewed out several gushes of hot white cum all over the toilet and the surrounding floor. His taut body throbbed with exasperation as the wave of euphoria flooded his brain. Alaric was not disappointed by his handy work. After the last drops of coital fluid dripped from Jon-O's man rod, the younger man cooled down, cradled against Alaric's steady body.

Alaric smirked. It was time to snap his prey back to reality. He slapped the mortal's ass cheek, much like a fellow athlete would, and said, "Good work, boy!" With that, he ended the time lapse, disappearing from the lavatory and instantaneously returning to his seat. Action around the cabin resumed where it left off, everyone none the wiser about what had occurred. Jon-O was stumped by the sudden shift in reality and looked at his cum-splatter before him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly got toilet paper to wipe the evidence away.

After five more minutes, Jonathan emerged from the lavatory and came back to their row. Alaric looked up and saw a slight redness in his face. "Hey, you alright? You look a little flushed there."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jon-O said a bit too quickly. He looked down at Alaric with a quizzical expression. "Did you...?" His train of thought trailed off. It was cute.

"Did I what?" Alaric inquired innocently.

Jon-O laughed to himself and shook his head. "Nothing. It must be the beer. I need to sit down now." And so he did, and they resumed talking about random things as their flight continued toward Maui. Oh yes, this was a great start to Alaric's hundredth birthday.

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