Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 13:25:55 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Demon Dad Part 8

            "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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