"The new man, Jack Hillman," Abaddon had whispered to me as he finger-fucked and jerked me off. "He will be important to your father very soon. It would be best if he were brought over to our side sooner than later. You can do that, young one...but it might take a bit of effort on your part."
When I woke, Jack Hillman was very much on my mind. Still under the warm covers, I turned over onto my side and thought of Jack and his son, Ryan. My father had said that Ryan would be my "responsibility when the time comes" but I couldn't get Jack out of my mind. He was a handsome man in his early fifties, roughly two hundred and twenty pounds with dark hair graying beautifully at the temples standing at roughly six feet, give or take a few inches. He'd been nice but the way he had watched my father was interesting, almost as if he knew what Dad was or what he could be. Jack had talked with the woman, too. They'd made a fast connection that would no doubt serve Dad's purposes. Still, I thought of Jack and how he might look naked. I wondered if his chest hair was graying like the hair on his head and if his hair extended the length of his torso...and if his son knew the answers to these questions -- intimately. All of these musings made my cock hard but answered no questions.
A knock at my door roused me and I knew it had to be my father. When he opened the door and saw me still in bed, he smiled. I wanted him to come inside and close the door, join me in bed and fuck me until I couldn't stand but instead, he only opened the door enough for me to see that he had dressed in a t-shirt and cut off shorts. Without saying anything, I got up out of my warm bed and walked to him, naked and hard. I wanted him to touch me like this but when I got to him, he gently shook his head.
"I need you to go and pick up Ryan."
"Jack's son?" I asked, unsure of this request. "Isn't he coming with his father?"
"Plans have changed, somewhat. Jack has to work from his home for a while before he can leave but I thought that we could use that to our advantage. I'll go there and you'll bring Ryan here." Father refrained from touching me and my cock throbbed with want as he took a step back. "I expect you to leave, immediately."
Ryan was waiting outside his house, dressed comfortably in jeans, sandals and a t-shirt with some sort of video game log on its front. His hair was tucked under a baseball hat and he wore sunglasses. When he got into my father's jeep, he took off the sunglasses and buckled his seatbelt. Looking over at me, he smiled and asked if we might stop somewhere on the way and pick up some sodas. I hadn't really thought of soda and I was sure my father hadn't either, so I agreed and went in that direction. When we'd gotten them, we went back to my house to find my father gone and the house empty.
"Gone, huh?" Ryan asked, putting the liter bottle on the counter. "My dad's like that. He leaves me alone for a while without telling me where he's going or what he's doing. It's sometimes annoying but usually, its not for very long."
I smiled and took down two glasses to fill them with ice. I knew where my father would be. I also had an idea on what he would be doing there. Looking to Ryan, I got a wicked idea. Pouring the soda, I met the boy's eyes with my own and the idea blossomed.
"Did you know that my dad...likes guys?" I asked, sliding the glass toward Ryan.
"Your dad's gay?"
"I wouldn't say that but I know he likes guys. Older guys."
When the boy took the glass, I knew I had hooked him. Sipping it, I could see the wheels turning in his head and when he'd put the glass back down, I felt his question almost before he could put it into words for me.
"Do you think he and my dad are..."
"Your dad's hot..." I said softly. "...and he is home alone now, without you there...and weren't the two of you supposed to be here with us today? It's a little strange that my father isn't here."
The seeds of suspicion were planted and it only took a few minutes to watch them germinate.
"You think our dads are fucking?"
"I'm more interested in what you think." I said, taking a few steps across the kitchen to where Ryan stood looking at me. "In fact, I'd very much like to hear what you think about the whole situation of our two, hot fathers going at each other like randy teenagers."
Ryan seemed to lose the ability to speak as he looked at me. I noticed his eyes sparkled with a wicked gleam and his mouth opened as if he were going to say something. Reaching out, I took off his hat and sunglasses, laying them on the counter beside us. Slowly, I ran my hands through his hair and his mouth worked again and again, nothing came from between his lips. Our bodies were close now.
"You think your father's hot, Ryan?" I asked, my fingers going down the back of his scalp and onto the base of his neck. "I do...he's a hot man with a hot son."
"I don't...uh...think of my dad...like that."
"I think you do." I said, my other hand going to Ryan's crotch. "In fact, I think you might take a peek at your old man while he's showering or when he's sleeping in the bed...naked...and hard from a night's sweetest dream."
"No," Ryan managed to whimper as my hand closed over his crotch.
"Oh...yes."
Leaning in, I let my warm breath fall on his handsome face. My other hand massaged his crotch and I stroked the bare flesh of his neck. His eyes seemed to glaze over and I felt his body soften a bit. Looking down between us, I slid off my shoes and flexed my feet before looking back up at him. Father said I was to take care of this boy. I had other things in mind. As I thought of my father, a brilliant image came into my mind; Father stood much as I was standing, his feet bare, his body inches from Ryan's father, his hands to the side of the man, fingers curled around the railing Jack was leaning against. Looking at this boy, I smiled a winning smile and Ryan's mouth went a bit slack.
"Ryan," I said aloud and in my head, I heard my father saying, "Jack."
His eyes were locked with mine, this boy's. Brilliantly blue eyes under the hint of dark bangs looked into mine and I thought for the briefest of moments that I could swim in those eyes. His mouth still open a bit, he nodded but said nothing. My smile widened.
"Kneel for me." I said, my voice barely a whisper, the breath I exhaled brushing his bangs ever so slightly. "Don't question..." I said, stopping the inquiry I knew lay just beyond those open lips.
Using my hips to steady himself, Ryan slid down onto the floor, his jeans-clad knees falling to the linoleum between my bare feet. Had I put on shoes or sandals earlier? Odd, how my mind went to that question as I watched this boy melting into a supplicant position. His face was upturned still and I gently brushed the hair from his forehead. Smiling down at him still, I saw in my mind's eye, Jack doing almost precisely the same thing with Father.
"Take off my pants, Ryan. Slowly. Do it slowly."
Still, his eyes on me, this boy's hands went to the tops of my jeans and undid the fastening there, easing the zipper down and spreading the flaps to the side before sliding his hands along my skin and as he rubbed my legs, eased my pants down. When they pooled around my feet, I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, taking off my shirt in the process. Looking down, I met Ryan's eyes and my smile faded a bit. I was into something serious but something didn't feel right about it happening here, here in our kitchen. Somewhere else.
"Stand up and follow me." I said to him and went to the sliding glass doors that led out onto our back deck. "Leave your clothes here."
Stripping off his shirt as he walked, Ryan let it drop where it would. Unbuttoning his pants as he walked, he let them fall and stopped momentarily to step out of them. I was surprised to see him wearing tight black briefs and I stopped him from removing them. They fit him well and I liked the way they rode his hips. When he'd reached the glass doors, I opened them and indicated he should step out first. When he did, I felt the sun on our bodies and the heat coming from this boy.
"Kneel down."
"Here? Outside?" Ryan asked, his voice a bit shaky. "What if someone's out here?"
"Then they're going to see you sucking my dick, Ryan." I said softly.
Running a hand over his face as he knelt down on the boards of the deck, I saw his uncertainty bloom and it thrilled me. Such innocence. His face worked in several ways and when it stopped, his mouth was still open in that slack way but no sound came from him, still. There were questions behind that mouth and rambling around in his head. As my cock stiffened, I didn't care. Taking it in my other hand, I eased its silken softness along the side of his face and I was surprised to see his eyes close rapturously. He even whimpered a bit.
"Open."
As if on remote, his mouth slid open a bit more and the pink tip of his tongue was visible. Putting the rounded tip of my penis to his tongue, it coaxed more of the thick, flat digit and I slid inside a bit more. It was almost as if he were going on instinct alone but that couldn't be...could it? With my hand, I guided myself into his mouth, tilting his head with my other one so that I slid in easily. Through his black briefs, I could see his own shaft thickening with this action on my part. That thrilled me. So much like Father's time with me, this seemed. Had I taken on my sire's characteristics? In my mind's eye, I saw my Father and the smile on his face, the small gems of sweat on his forehead and my cock jumped in Ryan's mouth. Startled, he choked a bit but I eased his nervousness and inched forward a bit more. When I was fully into his mouth and starting down his throat, he choked again and something flashed in my mind.
Sliding my hand to the back of his head, I tilted it, easing myself fully into his throat. Beginning slowly, I eased my cock back out a few inches and then back inside that warm tunnel. Back and forth, I began to fuck this young man's face and his eyes never left mine. Delicious warmth spread through me as I molested his mouth and when the single tear fell from his right eye, my cock throbbed mightily. Why was he crying? Why did I not care? Continuing, I noticed another tear fell as I worked his throat open with my shaft. Did he know that even as he was swallowing my cock and the pre-cum that oozed into him that his father was doing the same for my Father? Could he see his kneeling father taking demon cock as I could see Demon cock taking mortal fellatio?
"I'm going to feed you my cum now, Ryan...suck harder on me."
He did as I told him. Gripping my hips with eager hands, he began to work his throat muscles to massage my shaft. When I pulled completely out of his mouth, he swallowed me again, wantonly and of his own free will. The tears hadn't been because he'd felt forced but I still didn't know their source. Now, he worked himself on me. Suction intensified as he sucked my shaft from tip to base, his tongue working over the veined underside hungrily.
"Please," Ryan breathed as he sucked on me. "Please..."
Smiling down at him, I held myself, curling my fingers under my sac but leaving my shaft for his mouth to slide back and forth on. I knew it wouldn't be long and somehow, he knew it, too. Shining down on our sweaty bodies, the sun exposed all of this for whoever might be watching in the woods around our house. Taking a moment, I scanned those woods with my eyes but it was my senses that told me someone was, indeed, watching us. I couldn't be more specific but I knew we had an audience in the same way I knew my father was flooding Jack with his white-hot cum right at this moment and that the man was begging him for more.
"Fuck..." I breathed and Ryan's lips closed tightly on me. "Fuck...boy!"
I sounded like my father then. As I shot myself into Ryan's mouth, I roared with my release, holding his hair in my hand, his chin in my other, his face with my cock! As I emptied myself into his willing throat, he swallowed and swallowed and I came...and CAME!
With a sigh of satisfaction, I finished my orgasm and slid my slick cock from Ryan's eager mouth and took a step back. Smiling at him, I wondered what might be going through his mind as his head fell from my hand and his chin almost touched his chest, his dark hair falling into his face. Turning toward the steps that led to the yard, I waved the tips of my fingers at him and he stood to follow me without a word. Still overhead, the sun shone down on us and the warmth of those rays were nothing compared to the infernal warmth I felt in my chest. Something was happening to me.
Walking out to where the yard was the most open, I chose a spot where there were no trees, no shade, only open space and blue sky above us and I stopped. Turning, I saw Ryan's slim body moving along with me, only a few steps behind me. Cloying to his young body were beads of sweat and without hair to impede them, they rolled along his pecs, down over his tight stomach and soaked into the waistband of those dark briefs. Even the hair on his legs was sparse and sweat rolled there, too, onto his ankles and the tops of his feet. Standing as we were in the sun, I smiled at the delicious decadence of it all. Ryan smiled back but had no idea what I was smiling for.
"Do you know that your father is about to beg my Father to fuck him?" I asked the boy conversationally. "Did you have any idea how depraved your father was, Ryan?"
"I knew he was into guys."
"How into guys is he?" I asked, my cock hard still. "Have you ever seen him with another guy?"
Shaking his head, he looked down at my dick. "He's had a boyfriend for a while now..."
That was something I hadn't expected. I wondered if Father had. There were many things I wanted to know about Ryan and Jack but I wanted to know them in a way that you wanted to know how many alarms a bank had when you were low on cash.
"Are you scared, Ryan?"
It was a simple question and one that he answered with a shake of his head. Just from looking into his eyes, I knew that he was telling me the truth. Here he was, half naked and in a stranger's back yard and full of that stranger's fresh cum and he wasn't even the slightest bit unnerved. You had to admire this kid, I thought to myself as I faced the woods. Like I'd done with Ryan on the deck, I raised my hand, hooked my fingers and flicked them in a beckoning gesture. I was a bit surprised at what came out of the tree line and toward us when I lowered my hand.
First, a thickly horned, dark-skinned bull parted the brush and came out into the sunlight. I noticed its horned rack was far apart and framing a determined face. Its forefront almost looked like that of a man's and even as the thought crossed my mind, it reared up onto its back hind legs and walked a few steps that way before the torso melted into that of a man's. Its back legs remained hooved, even the tail remained, as did the rack of horns but the face melted into that of a strikingly handsome man. Equally handsome was the thick cock that hung like a club between muscled thighs. His body was still dark and shone in the sun as if he had been oiled. Firefly eyes twinkled at me as he smiled a dark and toothy smile.
"Malphas answers, Prince." He said in a throaty, animal voice.
Now I WAS interested. Malphas was a demon who helped Solomon build his temple, one of seventy two if I wasn't mistaken. How had I managed to summon a spirit that had helped a man like Solomon? As he walked toward me, his bald head shown in the sunlight and I was struck at how pronounced a head it was and how the horns seemed to crown it perfectly. His chest shone with dark curls, two dark gray nipples crowning his chest, a rounded navel in the center of his thick mat of stomach hair and that sweet club-cock growing from his mat of pubic wire all made my mouth water.
"What does my Prince require?" he asked as he walked toward us. "Fortify your dwelling? Make a new one, just for you? You ask it, I build it, my Prince."
"Wait," I said simply and the dark bull-man did as I asked.
Just from the trees, walking slowly, another male came. This one shone darkly, as well, a cloak of what looked like feathers, flowing behind him. Hair the same color as midnight originated in the center of his forehead and ran in a high arc to the back and then down his back, the dark Mohawk a striking contrast to his milk-white skin. Like a swimmer, he was lean and muscled with a smooth body that looked like polished marble come to life. Even from where I was, I could see eyes like the tender pink flesh of a newborn. Even though I'd never met him, I knew him even before he spoke.
"Naberius answers, lord." He said in a soft voice like rustling leaves.
I knew him to be a marshal of some sort. He watched over the lesser demons, didn't he? My mind didn't really place his exact position but I thought that's who he was. This knowledge came to me like the visions of my father and Jack. I remembered this particular demon from the Tarot, strangely enough, and usually was depicted as The Hermit. Also, he could be a raven or...a three-headed dog, the knowledge told me. Cerberus, I wondered as I thought back to Literature class.
"Indeed, prince." Naberius answered my unspoken question as he stopped just beside of Malphas. "I have that name and form, as well."
Finally from the woods, a man dressed only in dark brown pants and carrying a long bow, a quiver of arrows across his wide and smooth chest. His beard was dark brown and the only hair he seemed to have. Eyes like polished dark marbles seemed to stare at me from across the expanse of the field as he walked toward me.
"Barbatos comes, as well..." He said softly but solidly.
From the same grove of trees, on sturdy goat legs and hooves, a stout man-goat cleared the brush and looked around him, seeming to smell the air before coming forward. I noticed he had four large wings that unfurled when he was free of the brambles and branches and they beat the air majestically as he took flight and aimed his hairy body toward us.
"Him..." I heard from behind me and knew it was Ryan. "I want him..."
Intrigued, I turned to the boy and smiled. "You know what is going on? You know why you're here and what we intend to do with you?"
"Absolutely...and I want it be done by him." Ryan nodded, his hands working the buttons of his shirt to free himself of it. "I want Barbatos to be the one who takes what I offer so freely."
Watching Ryan's fingers, I was impressed at the steady action and when he opened the front, I marveled at the body underneath not for its muscle or tone but for the small tattoos he'd decorated himself with. As I heard Barbatos land behind me, I took a step toward Ryan and touched his chest. He was smooth and hairless and so different from my Father and me in that respect. Around his right nipple was a verse in Aramaic that read "my soul for the One" and around his left was another that read "loyalty in body and spirit" and I traced these words with my finger. I have to say I was surprised and the words my father had spoken to me came into my head at that moment. Ryan had been "mine" and I was to do what with him, I wondered as I let my finger go down his torso. When I reached his navel, I looked up into his handsome face and my own face held the question that my lips couldn't voice.
"I've known about this for a while." Ryan answered that question. "I don't know how I know but I've known for some time that this was supposed to happen."
On his stomach were three sixes, the middle number circling his navel. Looking down at it, I traced them and looked back up at him, smiling. Still looking at him and with one hand, I unbuckled his belt and then worked his pants open. I heard them fall to the ground and the boy step out of them but my eyes were fixed on his.
"What is it that you've known?" I asked him, taking his right nipple in my fingers.
"That I would be taken by you...that in the end, after it was finished, that I would be the whore of the demon circle." Ryan answered and his eyes went to Barbatos. "I want that...to service you all until I am drunk with your cum and sore from your cocks fucking me..."
"The boy knows his place and accepts it." Naberius said and I had to admit that I felt the same sense of awe that his voice seemed to convey. "Then let him kneel and take us one by one."
"Indeed." I said, taking a step back to allow them all to come closer into a circle. "Suck our cocks, young demon whore..." I said with a smile. "We will make you drunk with our cum if your mouth is as willing as you say it is."
Naberius' arm slid around my shoulder and his smooth body felt warm against my hip. To my other side, the hairy torso of Barbatos slid against me and as Ryan knelt in the center of us, the beauty that was Malphas closed our circle. Our collective cocks were like a fleshy Iron Maiden. Each of us pointed at the human boy who so willingly opened his mouth and forced himself down on the gorgeous staff that was Naberius'. Smiling down at him, the demon to my right let the boy set his own pace but once it was set, the demon's other hand slid easily over Ryan's head and he made certain the boy kept that pace until he'd broken him in sufficiently for Ryan to take my own prick in between his lips.
"Beautiful." I whispered as I watched him take me fully in one motion and continue to do so until he was moving back and forth on my shaft like a well-oiled thing.
When he had moved to Barbatos' rod, the winged satyr placed his hands at the sides of his face and began fucking his lips and Ryan moaned all the more at the loss of control. His eyes met the demon's amber ones and I made note that it was the only time that had happened with any of us. There was true devotion in his gaze at the demon and true sadness when he was passed on to Malphas. Still, he shined the staff with gusto and left the demon panting with his eagerness.
"Now?" Ryan asked, looking to Barbatos but handling my glistening prick. "Please, can he fuck me now? Can he take my virgin ass with his hot cock?"
"Virgin?" I asked and this surprised me. "You've never had..."
"My father's finger...and his tongue on occasion but nothing more."
Ryan answered the immediate question and the one that had been simmering in my head since I'd learned he and Jack were to be taken by us. Knowing there was something powerful in the act of taking a virgin, my Father's words came to me again. Looking from the drooling cock of the satyr to the drooling lips of the young boy my own age, I made the decision. Dropping to the ground and reaching forward, I pushed Ryan onto his back and took each of his ankles in my hand, spreading him open. Looking into his eyes, I let the head of my cock find his hole and let its spongy sweetness rest against the heated ring.
"Taking you first is my right by birth and in order to belong to us fully, I must take you into the fold, personally." I told Ryan and he nodded, his mouth open slightly. "But you may enjoy the demon's hot hole around your eager tongue while I do so."
Hearing the rasp of the satyr's wings, I didn't have to look up to see what I knew was happening. I kept my eyes on his until the hairy hind quarters settled over Ryan's face and I heard the boy moan. Barbatos' mouth opened in pleasure and his sharp teeth were clearly visible. Thin lips spread in a salacious smile and I could imagine the boy's dark pink clearing a spit-soaked path to the demon's inner heat and enjoying it all. It was the right time to move my hips forward and let the head of my cock enter him. As I did this, long fingers wrapped round Ryan's prick and I was delighted to see the smooth body of Naberius kneeling beside of me. It was his hand that worked the drooling prick as I slid my own inside the human boy. There was, apparently, no pain or real discomfort as Ryan only moaned harder when I entered him and from the look on the demonic satyr's face, he hadn't faltered in his rimming of that most unholy circle that surrounded his tongue.
Malphas sank to his knees on the other side of the boy, his dark body a rich contrast to that of Naberius'. Leaning forward, his lips took mine and his tongue insisted upon entry into my mouth. He smelled of dark places and sweet decadence and I swallowed him, my hand going to his furred chest to swirl in the dark curls and tease his gray nipples to hardness. We both moaned at this intimate contact and I began fucking young Ryan without mercy.
"He is ravenous, Prince!" Barbatos said, his hands working my own nipples. "He barely breathes as his tongue slides deeper into my hole! His mouth fucks as well as your own precious cock!"
Smiling on the inside, I increased my tempo. I was determined to bruise this self-proclaimed whore. Slapping my balls into his rounded ass, I deepened my thrusts to the point of grinding my torso into him as Malphas' mouth ground into mine. Kissing me still, I tasted him and the blood that his sharp teeth were coaxing from my lips. Blood mingled with spit and I felt my cock throb, forcing pre-cum into Ryan's willing hole.
Under my assault, the boy's legs climbed my hips and I gripped his body like I might a cumbersome piece of meat I was transporting, holding onto him hard so that he wouldn't slip away as he began to thrash. Kissing Malphas was akin to losing myself in a roiling ocean. His lips never stopped seeking mine, his tongue never stayed still and he sucked at my own, hard. When he had caught my bottom lip between his teeth, he bit slightly and I tasted blood. I knew he did and knew also that had been why he had done what he had. Blood was vital in these rituals. Watching his face, fucking Ryan harder the harder he bit me, and feeling Naberius' hand stroking young Ryan, the scene was surreal because we were in broad daylight. Unlike my own initiation into this world of demon lust, Ryan was being borne into it in the full of the afternoon with the sun beating down on his body. Somehow, to me, the daylight made this more realistic, more detailed.
"Let me know you enjoy this, Ryan!" I said, reclaiming my mouth finally from Malphas.
Deep moans came first from him, then from Barbatos and I knew the boy's tongue had hit its mark again. I was amazed he could rim the demon satyr for this long and as Barbatos leaned forward, I kissed him and tasted the lust on his tongue. It was palpable like sugar and was strong. When I felt my own intense orgasm build in my balls, I reached for Malphas and held his shoulder for support. Feeling Barbatos' strong hands under my arms, I kissed him harder for holding me. I felt Naberius' other hand on my ass and I fucked deep into Ryan's willing hole. His ankles dug into my ass to urge me on. I needed little in that department but the sensation was pleasant.
"FUCK!" I screamed, Ryan's tight ass tearing my orgasm from me. "Take me, demon whore! Take your master and Prince! Take it, Ryan! FUCK, but I'm cumming!!"
Something was different about this time. I knew it as I felt the first jet of my release into the boy I'd been sent for. My cum was thicker and flooded into him in heavy ropes and the heat...the heat was twice what it normally was. As I shot into him, I heard him gasp and realized then why Barbatos had leaned forward. He had known what I didn't. My cum was hot and scalded the boy's insides in a most delicious way but one that caused him to gasp deep and had his mouth still be attached to the demon's tight ass, he might have suffocated...on ripe, infernal asshole! I smiled at this thought as I continued cumming into the boy's tight rectum. My hands held his hips, bruised them and still, I came.
"Say it!" I said as I watched Barbatos rise. "Tell me who you belong to!"
Around me, the demons rose to their feet and Ryan's head lolled back and forth as my still-hard cock throbbed inside of him. As they were at eye-level now, I watched the demonic circle stroke their club cocks and while the sight was appealing, I was only interested in Ryan's response. On the ground, covered in sweat, his triple-six tattoo gleaming, I wanted to hear the young whore pledge his loyalty to me even as my prick squished and sloshed my thick discharge inside him. Gripping his hips, I jerked him onto me, he groaned, his hands finding only grass as they reached for something unknown.
"You...I belong to you...my prince!" Ryan moaned, his eyes unfocused and his voice sounding like he was drunk. "Body and soul...I'm yours, now."
When he said this, his young body arched high off the ground and his skin darkened a bit. His hair grew dark and wavy, growing before my eyes to soft curls that fell beyond his shoulders. Scooping him up, I held him out in front of me and felt his body convulse. Around my dick, his tight virgin ass clamped harder on me and my shaft disgorged another thick volley of cum into him. I moaned, he moaned and the transformation continued. Becoming almost white hot, the Aramaic around his nipples gleamed and glowed, as did his triple six tattoo. While I watched, the already thick veins that lashed the length of his cock thickened and the head engorged to a deep purple-red. Oozing from the tip, a healthy string of cum pooled on us both.
Ryan looked at me and when our eyes merged, his mouth came onto mine and I tasted him. He was freshly debauched and sweaty, cum filled and clean with newly awakened darkness and he tasted like nothing I'd ever tasted before and yet, something familiar. When his tongue filled my mouth, I sucked on him and he began to ride me, undulating his hips and clinging to my shoulders to keep himself atop me. Raising himself until only the head of my cock stayed inside, he plunged down onto me and we both moaned into one another's mouth. It was an intense feeling, this deflowering of this boy and my cock agreed as it swelled inside of him.
"Fuck him, young master..." Malphas crooned and I felt his dark, hairy body rubbing me from behind, the hair on his chest rubbing my back like rough silk. "Deeply, fuck him deeply for all of us. Churn his insides with your mighty prick."
"Yes!" Ryan said, his head falling back when his lips broke from mine. "Go deeper into me! Fuck me raw and hard -- fuck your whore, master!"
That was what he was, now. I let him ride me a few more moments before sliding off of him, roughly turning him onto his stomach and shoving my cock back inside him again. Looking at the demonic circle around me, I saw that Naberius and Barbatos were kissing, rubbing and tugging at one another and lost in their own lust for one another. Malphas' dark body continued rubbing against me and I continued fucking Ryan deeply, spreading his legs with my own as I pulled his rump up to meet my thrusting shaft.
"His pain is delicious." Barbatos crooned to me, his wings almost enfolding himself and his playmate. "His body aches with your cruel touch and he sings for more!"
"Is this true?" I asked, reaching under him to tug hard at his nipples. "Do you wish me to hurt you, Ryan? Hurt you more?"
"Damn...me...yes, I do!"
"You are most certainly damned," I told him, plugging him again and again, my cock slick from the first time here in his hot body. "But I can make certain you don't mind it..."
Behind me, sliding slowly into the crease of my crack was Malphas' club cock, drooling and oozing and seeking a place to slither up into. His hands worked my nipples and I felt my face flush with heat and I knew I would be close to cumming again if he continued but I couldn't bring myself to make him stop. It felt tremendous to be power-fucking this guy who didn't mind it and feeling the desire of someone who wanted to fuck me with the same abandon. It also felt wonderful to be able to entertain the idea of this wonderfully erotic demon sliding his meat into me and me riding him for all I could drain from him but I had another idea that was equally delicious.
"Not yet," I said in way of polite refusal but before he could withdraw completely from my crack, I reached down and drew his pretty prick to the pulsating ring I currently fucked. "In there..." I directed and eased his thick head into Ryan's already stuffed hole.
"NO!" Ryan screamed but his body bucked backward -- toward -- not away from the invading phallus. "No...you'll rip me in two..."
"We will FUCK you in two..." I said, massaging his back. "And you will beg us to continue."
Between my legs, I felt the thick, throbbing shaft of the demon and it felt as though it had a pulse of its own. Thick veins throbbed against my balls and Malphas' hands were on my hips to steady me for his thrusts into Ryan's asshole. He fucked Ryan with my body acting as a barrier for the full length he commanded. I felt him sliding back and forth and felt his rod against my own inside the boy's tight heat. It was magical, this feeling of being fucked without the penetration.
"The pain..." Ryan began but whatever he was going to say melted into a moan of pure delight. "Fuck...the pain...is delicious."
"As is your hole, demon-whore." Malphas said as his hands worked my hips and chest, roaming and pulling at my pubic bush and nipples. "You will worship the pain our pricks bring you!"
With this declaration, the other demons moved forward and brought Ryan's head up to mouth their combined cocks and his tongue was like a wild thing, whiplashing between the two. Barbatos was drooling, literally, and his spit fell on the two rods and Ryan's working lips. Unfazed by this, the boy kept working, kept pulling at them and sucking wildly. I was closing in on my own orgasm and between us, the massive cock that was Malphas' worked relentlessly on the boy's hole. Still amazed at how much Ryan could truly take of the horse-sized organ, I watched his tight ring stretch around us and his body arch back when we pulled out of him.
"No, don't take them out..." He managed around the mouth-stretching rods of the demons he serviced. "Please, don't take them out of me...fuck me harder, lords!"
Malphas' cock slid against my own and his pace increased. He truly meant to do as Ryan had requested, I was sure. Behind me, he began to pant and groan, between my legs, his cock thickened still more and throbbed in a beastly manner. Reaching back, I held onto his thigh and took in a deep breath that told him what I couldn't manage with words.
"As I am, young Prince." Malphas said in a deep whisper as his fingers continued working my nipples. "Fill him with your seed. Mark him as ours! I will join you...when you have made this everto meretricis officially one of us!"
Looking down at the bowed back, the rounded haunches, the tossing head, I knew that what Malphas was saying was correct. Ryan was no longer a human male, no longer a child of the man my father had gone to seduce. He was truly as the demon had said - everto meretricis -- Latin for "demon whore" and he knew it. I watched him suck the two rods of the demons who fucked his face and I watched as they laced his face with their ivory semen and the way he chased every drop with his mouth and tongue, wanting none of it to escape him. Plunging into him once more, I took hold of his hair and pulled his head toward me, claiming his cum-soaked mouth with my own. As I tasted the others on him, I filled his tight chute with my own, pent-up cum! Deep into him, I shot my load, alongside the thick limb of Malphas pulsing beside me. The demon cock throbbed as I filled our newest demonic brother. As I kissed him, my lips clamped to his and tasting his tongue, I felt his body convulse once more and he moaned against my mouth.
Leaning back, I let myself slip out of Ryan but Malphas had other plans. He pressed forward and a good bit of his length skewered the boy -- with me between the demon and the boy's fleshy ass. With me between them, Malphas continued to deep-dick Ryan and when I felt his body flex, I knew that he was emptying himself inside the boy. Ryan's loud howl and the toss of his sweating face toward the afternoon sun told me that he was being filled to capacity by the thick prick that fucked him so thoroughly. It was surreal to see this once-human boy now demonized and groaning like the true everto meretricis that he was! The demon whore that I'd been sent to "handle" seemed well handled to me.
"Are you satiated, young whore?" I asked him and Ryan's head shook from side to side, weakly.
"More...please...fuck me more..." He moaned, his ass flexing and pushing against the retreating meat as Malphas disengaged him. "Please, Master...fuck me again...or let them use me..."
Barbatos smiled a wicked smile, his demonic demeanor harshly handsome in that gesture. I knew what he would say if I'd asked him and he knew that I knew. Naberius moved in a little closer and wagged his dripping cock at me. With all the force I could muster, I slapped both cheeks of Ryan's well-fucked and cum-soaked ass and he whined beautifully. Again, I slapped them and again, he whined, writhing in my hands as I took hold of his flesh. Looking up, I felt a deep desire to see this boy-demon mutilated by the club-cocks of the demons before me.
"Use the whore." I said in a deep voice. "Use him well and see that his hole is never without at least one of you for the next two hours. I want him filled with your cum and fully unable to want more until my Father takes him."
Moving from behind Ryan, I went to where the two demons stood, cocks in hand. They regarded me with reverence and I had to admit, I liked it. Where I was once reluctant to accept such open regard for me and who I was, now I enjoyed it. Each of them took a knee and I ran a hand over both their heads. Looking back, I saw Malphas had done the same, his dark body rigid with want and his cock hanging like a resting serpent. All three demons glistened with the sweat of the afternoon and smelled like rich earth, sex and fire...not sulphur, but fire and heat. Ryan's head still rested on the ground, his ass high and hungry. Just above where his cheeks formed, the nub of what I knew was a tail had grown longer. His transformation would be complete when Father took him as I had. Somehow, I knew this.
"See to our newest brother...whose name will be... Esuritio, the Hungry." I said, looking to Ryan and watching his head come up slowly. "You will serve us well, my Father and brothers. Know that when the time comes, when your burning hole is satiated, you will be called upon to service another with your beautiful cock and you will obey."
"Yes, Master," Esuritio said to me, his tone submissive and willing. "I will do as you say, willingly and with fervor."
"He is yours for the next two hours," I told the other demons. "Then we meet my Father."
I watched them descend on the new demon leading with their pulsing pricks. Moans, howls, groans and grunting filled the small glade outside our house and somewhere, I felt my Father's eyes on the entire thing, and on me. In my chest, a feeling began to rise and take hold. Somehow, I knew that this was what I had been supposed to do with the boy that had been Ryan. In my mind, I felt my Father and I could see what he was doing with Jack. I saw the older man, handsome and covered with perspiration like his son and kneeling, like his son. Like his son, his ass was spread open and being used by my Father's beautiful shaft and like his son, he was moaning his enjoyment. I wanted to be with my Father, wanted to watch his taking of Ryan's handsome father.
"Come to me, son..."
It had been Father's voice in my head and I knew that all I had to do was picture being with him and I would be. I took two steps with this directive in my head and stepped out onto the back lawn of what I knew was Jack's house. Ahead of me, I saw my beautiful Father standing proudly in the afternoon sun, naked and glistening with sweat. His hair was damp and hung around his shoulders, his skin a beautiful color of fire and lust, his eyes on me, his nipples hard and proud -- and his beautiful cock arched up and weeping with joy at the sight of me. I hadn't bothered dressing and I was as naked as my Sire. Walking toward him, I felt myself harden again and I wanted to take my Father's body against mine, his cock into me, his seed into me...
"You have done very well." Father said to me as he opened his arms for me. "I am highly pleased at the success you have enjoyed with young Ryan. I approve of his new name...Latin for `hungry', is it not, son?"
Nodding, I leaned up and claimed a kiss from my Father. Lusty, solid, and deep, I kissed the man that had given me birth. My hand claimed his prick and I felt new vigor course through the veins on its length. Father's hand found my ass and I knew he would be entering me. Kneading my flesh, he groaned into me, arching his cock into my fist.
"Master..."
Breaking the kiss, I turned to see Jack walking toward us. He wasn't quite nude but he was hardly dressed, either. Dark hair, graying at the temples, his six-foot frame was glistening with afternoon sweat and flexing as he walked. Across his chest was a leather "X" that gleamed with polish and eight silver studs. Around his neck and waist were wide strips of the same leather, also studded. He was wearing boots and cuffs and a long chain that dangled from the collar. His eyes were fixed on my Father and when he was within a few feet of us, he dropped to his knees, his eyes still on Father.
"Use me, Master. Use me, now?" He said, his voice pleading and sincere. "Please, Master?"
"That is precisely what I intend to do." Father told him, pulling me closer. "But first, you will watch me fuck my son in exactly the same manner I intend to fuck you...and you will not touch yourself. You will not cum. You will only watch and wait your turn."
Father moved me around to the chair and eased me up onto its frame. Spreading my ass, he lathed its dark color with his tongue and I moaned at the attention.
"This is going to be hell..." Jack whined behind us.
"Precisely." Father said with a wide smile as his tongue continued to work itself into me. "Considering what you've turned over to me, I'd get used to that if I were you."
With this, Father drew his face away from my ass and replaced his tongue with his prick. As he looked at Jack, he smiled and began to fuck me.
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