Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:10:33 -0400
From: Micah Orchid <micahorchid@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Feeding Time" part 1 (Horror)

"Feeding Time"
by micahorchid
micahorchid@hotmail.com


Kieran's trade was fucking, and he was very, very good at it.  He turned
his first trick when he was 16, ten years ago, give or take, a ten dollar
blowjob in the back of some weed dealer's sedan.  He now charged upwards of
ten _grand_, give or take, to spend the evening with overworked
stockbrokers, needy trust fund suburbanites and repressed
celebrities--discretion guaranteed, though money back wasn't.

Kieran was 5'9" tall and had the body of a lithe swimmer, lean muscle, next
to no body fat.  He actually _did_ swim, his primary workout.  He kept his
strawberry blond hair cut relatively short, and except for the light fuzz
on his forearms and calves and a small triangle shaped patch of pale
reddish hair between his flat pecs, shaved the rest of his body to the
skin.

He didn't have any tats, and didn't take to wearing jewelry, except for a
one inch silver bolt in his right ear.  It became a nick among some of his
clients, _Bolt_, though he preferred just Kieran.

********************

His job on that particular day paid double than normal, because he was
asked to spend an entire day with the client, instead of just one evening.
Driving to find the client's house was something of a nightmare: the
address didn't show up on his GPS, and the written directions pushed him on
such a circuitious path that Kieran was certain he was being led on a wild
goose chase, until he finally made the last turn and found himself there.
And what a place it was.

The house was a huge Victorian mansion in a state of total disrepair.  Some
windows had been broken, a large number of shingles had blown away from the
roof.  The house still had some memory of how grand it must have been
during it's glory years--faded rose gray pain, stately pillars bowed and
tilted--but that memory was very dim.  Kieran swallowed, checked the
address again, and went up the porch, knocked on the door.

It took a moment or two for the door to open.  Standing there was a young
Asian kid, his head crowned with long, black spiky hair, glistening from
what was no doubt a prodigious amount of gel.  He work a black ribbed
beater which revealed the elaborat canvas of tattoos on his arms, a variety
of tribal designs and more eastern pictograms than a Chinese takeout menu.
His denim shorts were near ankle-length.  A silver wallet chain strung
between belt and pocket.  He was packing a Taser gun in the back of his
jeans.  He was skinny, wiry.  He reminded Kieran of a player in a martial
arts fighting video game.

Not his normal shade of client.  Kieran immediately came up with a nick for
him: _Tekken_.

Tekken moved to the side to let Kieran in.  His hand and eyes were
twitching--no doubt tweaking.  "About time, mister," he said.  "We've been
waiting, he doesn't like waiting but we make him wait, better for us.  We
almost started the clock without you."

The _we_ made Kieran pause.  "Two of you?  I was only told, and only
contracted, for one client."

Tekken smiled.  "No, only one 'client.'  We're just the inter...  inter...
inter-somethings.  C'mon, this way."

The interior of the mansion mirrored the outside.  Wallpaper spilling to
the ground, stains patterning the ceiling.  Some rooms were empty, others
crammed full of furniture.  The floor creaked, the air musty.

Tekken led him to a huge dining room.  Faded squares on the walls betrayed
former pictures hanging there.  There was no dining table, but at the far
end of the room a folding card table had been set up, and another guy was
shuffling cards.

He had near night-black skin and was older than both Tekken and Kieran,
probably pushing his late-30's.  His head was shaved, and he was heavy, a
bit paunchy, though obviously muscular--the kind of dude who, if he cut out
beer and pizza, could easily be totally jacked.  He was all dressed in
black, including a black leather jacket, and could be a bouncer at a club
without any change.  Kieran noticed a holster slung over his shoulder.  He
had strung around his neck five or six huge gold necklaces, thick chains
with gaudy jeweled pendants.  An easy nick for him: _Bling_.

Tekken pushed Kieran into a chair.  "You can strip now."  He hiked up his
denims and turned to Bling.  "What is it we are, inter-something?"

"Intermediaries," Bling intoned, deep and grumbling.  He put down the deck
of cards and got out a couple of ledger notebooks.  One was labeled _XX_,
the other _XY_.

"I _said_," Tekken said, annoyed, "you can take off your clothes now,
mister."  He reached his hand into Kieran's pockets and grabbed his wallet.
He tossed it over to Bling, who caught it effortlessly one-handed.  Bling
fished out Kieran's license, opened the _XY_ ledger, and started writing
down Kieran's info.

"Hey," said Kieran, craning his neck to see over Tekken's shoulder, "what
are you doing?  That's personal info."

"What day is it?" asked Bling.

"Wednesday," replied Kieran automatically.

Tekken cuffed him upside the head.  "Not you, moron."  Then, to Bling:
"Wednesday."  Bling kept scribbling in the notebook.

"Why do you still have your clothes on, bitch?" tweaked out Tekken barked.
He took from his pocket an ugly switchblade and, with a _shick_ extended
the blade.  He grabbed the back of Kieran's neck and started to slice his
shirt off.

"Whoa, whoa," Kieran protested.  Aside from the fact that the shirt cost a
couple hundred dollars, this was not what he had expected.  Sure, he'd
played kink before, before before _before_, but always with ground rules
set up ahead of time.  He didn't dare try to wrestle away from Tekken, in
case the blade slipped and gutted him like a fish.

Bling closed the ledger.  He reached under the card table and brought out a
large manilla envelope; putting it on the floor he slid it over to Kieran
using his toe.

By this point Kieran's shirt was in a ragged pile on the floor, along with
most of his pants.  When Tekken moved to his briefs, he put up his hands in
submission.  "I think I can get the rest, man."  Tekken replaced the blade,
and Kieran stripped off his underwear, shoes and socks.  He was naked
except for the bolt in his ear.  It was warm and muggy in the room, and a
slight river of sweat started to slide from his neck down his arm.

Kieran's cock didn't look like much of anything, not taking home any blue
ribbons, but it was a grower, close enough to eight inches that he claimed
it was to his clients, who passed it on word of mouth.  Like most of the
rest of his body, his balls and pubes were shaved to the skin.

Bling nodded towards the envelope.  "Go ahead, open it.  Twice what we
agreed, for your troubles?  Seems fair to me, fair to the boss which is
what counts.  No skin off my paycheck."

Kieran opened the envelope and flipped through the bills.  He blinked.
_Forty thousand?_ he wondered.  He'd never gotten so much for just one job
before.

"I promise I'll make your boss really, really happy," he said.

Both Tekken and Bling laughed.  "The boss isn't your client," giggled
Tekken.

"Then who is?"

"The boss' client, so to speak," said Bling, standing up from his chair.

"The boss' special pet, you mean," went Tekken.  Bling bored into Tekken's
face with his angry eyes, and Tekken shut up, looking down at the floor.

Bling took out of his jacket pocket a roll of black electrical tape.
"Hands out."

Kieran held out his hands, wrists together.  Bling wrapped them together
with the tape, but quite loosely; Kieran figured he could get out with only
a little effort.

"So, what are we doing here?  Top, bottom? Limits? Safeword?"

"Arm out."

Kieran kept his arms out.  Tekken took from a pocket a full syringe, and
before Kieran could protest, he slid the needle in his arm and emptied it
into a vein.

"Hey!  What the fuck is this?"

Tekken dropped the syringe into a trash basket.  "Morphine."

"I'm not really into drugs."

Tekken grinned, a wobbly tweaked out smile.  "You will be."

Bling headed out of the dining room; Tekken, pushing Kieran, followed.
Neither said anything as they led them to a smallish room upstairs.

Opposite the door there were two windows, both boarded up.  Chinks of late
afternoon sunlight slipped through the cracks.  On the floor was a five
foot by five steel hatch with a ring grip in the middle.  All along the
edge of the hatch were engraved into the steel Latin words.  The hatch was
locked, on each side except for the hinged one, with two heavy-duty locks;
each lock had a Hebrew letter on it.  Above the hatch hung a shiny meat
hook hanging from a chain and pulley.

Something about the setup gave Kieran a chill.  Not your typical fucktools.

Tekken stood behind him, gripping his shoulders, digging his fingers deep
into Kieran's flesh, enough to whiten the skin.  Bling took from his pocket
a ring of keys, and went about unlocking the locks, a different key for
each one.  Then, he grabbed the ring grip with the meat hook and started to
pull.  The steel hatch was maybe three inches thick.  The veins began to
bulge from Bling's neck as he pulled the hatch open.  Then, he undid the
hook; it swung lazily back and forth over the opening.

Bling was breathing heavily.  He tilted his head to indicate Tekken bring
Kieran forward.  He did so, and attached the meat hook to Kieran's bound
wrists.

"Wait...wait wait wait," Kieran said.  He looked down into the darkness
below him.  _Forty grand, forty grand, forty grand_ he repeated like a
mantra.

"Okay," said Bling, his chest still rising and falling hard.  He was
playing with his watch.  "One day, and we'll come get you.  That's what
we're paying you for."  He pressed a button on the side of his watch; it
beeped: the alarm.

"Well, what if...."

"Oh, don't worry," said Tekken as he took the chain and started to lower
Kieran into the room below.  "Just ask him and he'll tell you what to do."
Pause.  Then both Tekken and Bling laughed heartily.

Kieran dropped onto the floor, and removed his wrists.  The electrical tape
came off easily.  He looked up when Tekken banged his fist four or five
times on the steel plate.

"Feeding time!"

********************

The hatch door closed with a clang.

********************

For a moment, darkness.  Then, a row of bright fluorescent lights came on.
They lit the room harshly, and every second or two would blink on and off,
on and off; they buzzed like cicadas.  The room was maybe 15 by 15 feet,
and had no door that Kieran could see, except for the hatch.  He reached up
in the air to see if he could touch the hatch, but the ceiling had to be
ten or twelve feet high, and he fell far short.  The walls, the floor and
the ceiling were all covered with large once-white tiles; many of the tiles
were cracked or broken.

Then he saw he wasn't alone.

Someone was crouched in the corner, facing the wall.  Kieran took him for
17, maybe 18 years old.  He was, give or take, 175lbs.  His skin was a
healthy Nordic pink.  He had shaggy, shoulder-length platinum blond hair;
it glistened in the fluorescent glare.  His wide shoulders tapered down to
a 29" or 30" waist.  His shoulders were knotted like a topography map.  His
legs weren't massive, but they were like machines.  His round ass was
covered with a fine fuzz of the same platinum hair.  He had an array of
brown freckles on his shoulder blades.

He wasn't moving, but Kieran could tell, by the way his shoulders rose and
fell, that he was breathing, was alive.

Time to go to work.

"Hey there," he began, "my name's Kieran."  He waited; no response.  "We're
here to have some fun together."  He waited again.

This time, the young man cracked his neck.  He held his head up, and began
to _sniff_ the air.  Kieran's heart skipped, but you never, ever backed
away from a client.

The young man stretched his muscular arms wide.  He had on his forearms
more fine blond hair, as well as a few detailed veins.  He placed his palms
on the wall to each side of him and pushed himself standing.

When he turned around, Kieran's dick sprouted rock-hard, so hard he thought
it might shoot off like an arrow.  His mouth went dry, he gulped.

He stood about 5'11" tall.  He had thick jungles of hair under his arms and
between his legs; save for that, the hair on his forearms, his calves and
his ass, he was smooth as stone.  His pecs were flat and large like Midwest
plateaus; in fact, they were in proportion to a body 30 or 40lbs more
muscular than he was.  The pattern of freckles continued from his shoulders
to cover his pecs as well.  His pecs stood over abs so deep you could lose
pocket change in them.  His iliac crest descended like a funnel.

But if his body was perfect, his cock was downright supernatural.  It
sprouted from a fistful of platinum pubes.  Kieran usually had a good mind
for measurements, but the best he could come up with--maybe distracted by
the whole deal--was _way bigger than mine_.  He thought he could wrap it
around his forearm.  It swayed as the young man stood, like a pendulum.  To
call it a horse-cock would give the horse more than he deserved.  His balls
were the size of small peaches, and hung so low they threatened to rip
right off.

It took a moment for Kieran to turn his gaze up to the young man's face,
and when he did, he took a step back.  The young man parted his hair which
would otherwise have covered his entire face.  He had thick eyebrows that
swept upward like an owl.  They grew over eyes so deep a purple they
reminded Kieran of a sunset; the purple crowded out the whites of his eyes.

But that wasn't what made him start.

The entire lower half of his face was covered with a mask, from his nose to
under his chin, and sweeping up the side of his face like sideburns.  It
was like a Noh mask, dark cherry wood, with a fierce toothy grin.  It was
attached to his face by four red ribbons, locked with small silver locks at
the back of his head.  Holes had been carved out for the young man's
nostrils, but the mouth had no openings.

_No pillow talk, I guess_, Kieran thought with a shivery wryness.  An apt
but perhaps distressing nickname came to him immediately: _Demon_.

Kieran took a deep breath.  _Forty grand, forty grand, forty grand_.  Time
to get to work.  There wasn't much he could do with Demon's face
anyway's...but that body was easily the most amazing he'd ever seen, if his
cock was a bellwether.

He took a few steps closer to Demon, until he was just in front of him.  He
was only a couple inches taller than Kieran, but seemed to lord over him.
Kieran put his hand on Demon's chest, at his heart...then pulled it away.

"Ow!"

The skin was hot, over 100 degrees.  He looked him up and down--Demon
didn't look feverish, or unhealthy in anyway.  He put his fingers back on
Demon's chest, appreciating the warmth, as he leaned in and sucked on his
nipple.  His lips pressed against the hard muscle, and he bit down on his
nipple, tugging it out.  The heat made his lips go dark red.

Holding his hands to either of Demon's sides, he let his fingers brush
gently, with unfair tingling pleasure, down from his pits to his waist,
lowering his own body as he went.  He tongued Demon's eight-pack, filling
each ridge and crease with saliva. Demon put his hand on top of Kieran's
head and pushed him gently down onto his knees.

Kieran took a deep breath as he came face to face with the monster prick.
It was growing, perceptibly, as Kieran watched.  He reached over and
wrapped his fingers around the growing tool, holding it up as he grew so he
could push his head between Demon's powerful thighs and gain access to
those huge, juicy balls.  They were far too large to get into Kieran's
mouth, so he lapped them like an eager dog, slurping, his tongue running
over skin and platinum pubes.  Meanwhile, Demon's unnaturally huge tool was
getting larger and larger, forcing his fingers farther and farther apart.

Eventually, Demon took Kieran by the hair and pulled him away from his sac.
He tapped his cock against Kieran's face, leaving strands of pre in his
eyebrow.  Kieran took the hint, and started to kiss Demon's shaft, from his
big red mushroom head, along the single thick vein that ran down the entire
length of his dick, and to the hilt; then, back again.  He heard Demon
grunt whenever his lips met his cockhead, so he paid special attention
there.

He kissed it like a lover, Frenching it, trying to dig his tongue's way
into Demon's large slit.  He started to stroke his shaft--now rock hard,
beyond Kieran's imagining, beyond his grip.  He ran the tip of his tongue
around the ridge where his dickhead met his shaft.

Kieran lost track of time, of how long Demon was letting him love his
massive shaft.  He was running his hand over Kieran's strawberry hair like
a bored dude petting his dog.  Eventually, he pushed Kieran's lips away,
and grabbed his tool, aiming it like a gun at Kieran's mouth.

Kieran took a deep breath.  He could stretch his mouth pretty wide, but
knew this would be a challenge.  He put his fingers on the cock, opened his
mouth, and took the head in past his lips.

He sucked down its salty, sweaty flavor.  Demon nudged his cock in and out,
never more than his dickhead at first, still stroking his strawberry pet.
He eventually began pushing more inches into Kieran's face; Kieran's jaw
began to ache as he forced it wider than it ever had been in the past.
Another inch...then another...in slow, out slow, sliding over Kieran's
moist, curved tongue.

Kieran looked up from his supplicant position to take in Demon's perfect
body.  He grabbed fistfuls of the muscle of Demon's thighs and massaged
them, digging his fingers into the metal-hard flesh.  Demon's entire body
was hotter than normal, though not as scalding as his heart.

Demon pushed more and more of his dick inside Kieran's mouth, now taking it
all out but sliding another inch in with each thrust.  Kieran began to feel
Demon's dickhead probe the back of his mouth.  He mumbled, that was all he
could take, but there was no words.  It just seemed to make his mouth
ripple around Demon's donkeydick.

Demon pushed his thumbs into Kieran's ears, and slowly wrapped his fingers
around Kieran's head.  Kieran began to pummel the thighs that he was just a
moment ago massaging.  Demon pulled Kieran's head onto his cock, forcing
his dickhead to hit the back of Kieran's throat and go beyond it.

Kieran gagged around Demon's shaft.  Each convulsion sent waves of pleasure
down Demon's cock, making his muscular body shudder, and sending to
Kieran's ears definitely audible groans.  Demon's skullfucking grew faster
and harder, but even he didn't drive his entire cock into Kieran's mouth,
even though Kieran felt the dickhead go into his throat and out.

Demon only took out a couple inches with each thrust, relishing the saliva
that was gathering on his dick, making it supple, lubricating it as he slid
over Kieran's tongue and into his constricting throat.

Kieran let his aching jaw relax, and the line of his teeth scraped over
Demon's iron cock.  He didn't seem to care, the teeth making his shaft an
angrier color of red, but not slowing his mouthscrew; if anything, it made
him screw harder, made him grunt louder.  Kieran tried to thrash his head,
but Demon's grip was made of steel.

Kieran started to pound Demon's abs, but it was like pounding steel armor.
He reached out and dug his fingernails into Demon's flesh, scratching him,
diging his fingers deep into Demon's skin.  He felt bits of flesh and blood
under his fingernails, and, looking up, could see blood trickling from the
eight vertical lines where his fingers (not including his thumbs) had raked
his eight-pack.

Finally, Demon took the heel of his hand and put it on Kieran's forehead,
shoving him back onto his ass.  Demon grabbed his shaft and stroked it
furiously, while Kieran grabbed his throat and sucked air into his lungs
gratefully.  A few strokes, and Demon shot his load--his entire body shook
as if he had stepped onto a live wire.

The jism flew through the air and landed on Kieran's flat swimmer's belly.
He had never seen so much semen come from one person in one load; it was
like a shotglass-worth.  Finally, Demon stopped exploding and took a step
or two back, wobbling.

Kieran paused, breathing hard...when he looked down and felt the cum
_burning_ his stomach.  He used his hand to brush all of the jism off of
his body and onto the floor.  It had left, in a Rorschach pattern, a burn
like a sunburn, as if he had stayed out in the sun for an hour too long.
Kieran looked up at Demon, at that perfect body and the elaborate mask,
thinking to himself, _what the fuck_?

Demon leaned his back against the far wall and slid down onto his ass on
the floor.  Kieran collapsed onto his back, fingering the burn with the
tips of his fingers, trying not to wince.  He looked up at the hatch, and
wondered how long he'd been down here.  An hour at most.

Looking over at Demon's body, he frowned.  His abs had stopped bleeding,
but they had also started _healing_.  The lines where his fingers had made
angry red cuts were now pink and already starting to fade.  He _knew_ he
had done more damage than that.  What the _fuck_?

He looked over his body.  His cock was _still_ hard as fuck.  He grabbed it
and started jacking furiously.  He knew now why Tekken had injected him
with morphine, and he knew why he needed his dick, needed this cum: to take
his body, at least a little, somewhere besides here with Demon.

It only took him a minute.  He imagined fucking Demon, screwing that
perfect muscular fuzzy ass, on his hands and knees, his eight inches
fucking _owning_ this godboy.  And then, he burst, spraying his load in the
air like a fountain that fell so far up his body that it hit his chin.  He
groaned, totally needing the release, needing the wave of pleasure that
racked his body.

Kieran looked over at Demon, at his face, at the grotesque smile, and
wondered if, behind the mask, he was smiling at Kieran's little show.

Whether or not he was smiling, Kieran didn't know, but Demon moved then.
He got down on all fours and crawled towards Kieran.  Kieran tried to
scramble away, but Demon grabbed his ankle and pulled him towards him.  His
purple eyes bored into Kieran's bedroom blues, and he flopped his dick
around a couple times, as if to say, _get me hard again_.

"Can I just have a minute or two," Kieran said achingly.  He had a passing
thought that maybe Demon didn't understand English, though he wasn't sure
why.

Still holding Kieran's ankle, Demon stood gracefully up.  He pulled Kieran
up with him; Kieran dangled in the air, upside down.  The muscles in
Demon's arm and shoulder bulged and pulsed.

He held Kieran high enough so that his face was level with his demonboy
megacock.  Kieran reflected, between a racing fear that Demon would drop
him, that this was one of the more unusual points of view he'd ever had.
And after that, he wondered what would happen if he did nothing.

So, he leaned in as best he could, and kissed Demon's shaft, licking it
like a popsicle.  Demon bucked his hips a little to make the cock flop
towards Kieran's face.  With each flop, Kieran tried to grab the dickhead
with his lips; on the fourth or fifth try, he succeeded.  Sucking on the
bloated head like a lollipop, it grew quickly, inch after massive inch.
Kieran only took a few inches in his mouth at a time, glad that Demon
didn't seem to have any desire for another skullfuck.  Finally, it was at
its full size, and Kieran couldn't help but lick his lips with desire.

Demon reached up and grabbed Kieran's other ankle with his other hand, and
lowered him until his head was just touching the floor.  Kieran's calves
were pinned against Demon's massive pecs; he could feel his nipples digging
into his flesh.  But Kieran noticed a more important detail: his body was
at just the right level for Demon's dick to lie right between his legs.

And Kieran's heart started racing.

He opened his mouth more than once to say something, but no words came out.
Meanwhile, Demon moved his body so that his dark red cockhead was lined up
at Kieran's small asshole.

Finally, Kieran was ready to speak.

"Wait...."

But Demon didn't wait.  Using his hips and ass, he pushed his dickhead into
Kieran's hole.  Kieran's back arched in the shape of a C, and he groaned
like a wounded animal.  Demon kept sliding his cock into Kieran's body,
pushing hard when Kieran clenched his ass closed in an instinctive effort
to keep Demon out.  But it didn't work; Demon pushed inch after giant inch
into Kieran.  Kieran felt it pushing out his abs from the inside; he felt
like if Demon put it all in, he'd be able to see it in the back of his
throat.

Finally, ever inch was nested into Kieran's tight hole; Kieran could feel
Demon's peach-sized balls against his ass, feel his platinum pubes scraping
his skin.  He bit his lip in an effort to keep from groaning like a girl,
but only succeeded in drawing blood.  Demon kept this position for many
seconds, twisting his hips around like a dancer, until he slowly began to
slide his prick out.

This made Kieran groan even louder.  A tiny rivulet of water dripped from
the corner of his eye, slid by gravity to his forehead before dripping onto
the tile.

Inch...inch...inch....

Demon didn't take his entire godcock out of Kieran; he left several inches
in.  Kieran had never had a client in his butt as huge as Demon was right
now, even part way out.

Then, he pushed back in, faster this time, gripping Kieran's ankles even
tighter.  He spread Kieran's hole, his tight hole, to fit his prick,
pushing inside him slowly but without interruption, forcing his cock past
any resistance without refraining.

He began to fuck Kieran in earnest now, sliding his dick in and out, slow
but steady, over and over.  Kieran's head began to swim, not just from the
fucking but from the blood flowing to his brain.  He scrambled to find some
traction with his hands, but Demon kept pulling him up and down a little
bit to keep him disoriented.

In...out...in...out...in..out..in..out.in.out.in.out....

Who knows how long it was before Demon pulled out of Kieran and let his
ankles go.  Kieran tumbled to the floor like a heap of laundry.  He banged
his elbow and his temple against the hard tile, but didn't notice with the
soreness emanating from his lower body.

Using his feet, Demon flipped Kieran over onto his back.  Demon crouched
down on the floor, spread Kieran's legs and took position over him.  He
forced Kieran's legs so far back his knees were next to his ears.  Demon
planted his hands to either side of Kieran's head and, using his waist,
positioned his dickhead at Kieran's already punished hole, and _drove_ his
thick prick right into Kieran, all the way in one single thrust.  Kieran
_screamed_ and passed out.

When he woke up again, Demon was still fucking him, tearing into his
beautiful ass, making Kieran's beautiful body his own.  He noticed that
Demon had fucked him so much that they had skidded all the way across the
room so that Kieran's head was banging against the wall, cracking the tile
there.

His body couldn't process the animosity of Demon's vicious lordfucking.
White hot shards of pain exploded from his lower body, up his limbs and to
his brain.  Demon slammed, over and over.  The morphine was obviously out
of his system.  His shaggy blond hair hung over his face, and hung in
Kieran's face as well.

Something else bothered him.  Kieran looked down.

He was stone rock hard again.

It would have to take the place of the morphine.  He focused on his dick,
trying to block out Demon's pounding, his slamming, over and over who knows
how many hours now.  It didn't work so well.

Finally, Demon took his entire cock out of Kieran's punished ass.  He
grabbed Kieran by the shoulders and flipped him over, pulling him up onto
his hands and knees.  He took his dick in his hand and hit Kieran's ass
with it, the smack echoing moistly.  Then, he took his hand and spanked
Kieran, watching his fine bubble butt ripple.  He spanked him several
times, watching his ass respond to his hand, before lining up his dickhead
with Kieran's gaping ass, and _pushing_ it _grandly_, not fast but hard, in
total control.

Kieran cried out, calling out to God.  His eyes bulged out as Demon fucking
him doggy style, true doggy style, crouching his body over Kieran's back
and fucking him, inoutinoutinout, his monster shaft sending waves of
glorious pleasure up Demon's body, making his eyes bulge, too.

Kieran reached between his legs to jack himself.  The only image he could
come up with that would make him hard was Demon, not only Demon's
supernatural beauty, his perfect, amazing body, He knew that the only thing
he wanted was for this day to be over, that there wasn't enough water in
the world to shower off what Demon was doing to him.  He knew he was ruined
now, that his career as a whore was over...that his life as a sexual being
was over, unless he became Demon's slave.  He knew that, if he could make
himself cum without thinking of Demon, he'd be a free man; if not....

Demon reached over to Kieran's face and stuck his fingers into his mouth.
He used Kieran's face as reins to fuck him harder, fuck him like a stupid
animal, to pull his mammoth shaft as deep as it would go into this little
prettyboy.  He slammed Kieran's head harder into the wall, mixing bits of
tile over his skin, making him go unconscious for a few minutes every now
and again.

********************

Kieran knew he was going to cum soon.

********************

Demon knew he was going to cum soon.

********************

Kieran burst his load harder than he'd ever done in his entire life.  There
was only a white light; he never knew what he came to.

********************

Demon _exploded_, spraying his load deep into Kieran's ass.  His body
shook, he grunted, cried out under the mask, tossed his head back, made his
platinum mane shake.  Yet another prettyboy, just the same as all the
others, as the prettygirls.  They didn't feed him often enough.

********************

Kieran wept, his heart too dry to cry out, when a shot glass of demon
acidjism filled his hole.  He collapsed on the floor, wondering if he'd
ever be out of pain again.  Demon stood over him, running his fingers
through Kieran's hair.

He let his fingers run about.  Then, he brought them to Kieran's ear, to
the ear pierced with the silver bolt.  Demon slid the bolt out of Kieran's
ear, rubbing the blood off of it with his fingers, and stood up, with his
back to Kieran.

Demon moved aside his shaggy hair, revealing the two mask locks.  Using the
bolt, it took him about a minute to pick the first lock; the second
unlocked more easily.

One instinctual thought crossed Kieran's mind: _Something_ bad _is about to
happen_.

He pushed himself into a corner, trailing jism the way a snail trails
slime.  He couldn't take his eyes away as Demon took off the mask and let
it drop to the floor; it echoed like a falling wooden salad bowl.  Then, he
slid from his mouth a nine inch wooden dildo, the same cherry wood of the
mask.  It was intricately carved, the best dildo Kieran had ever seen.
From the slit it was dripping quicksilver precum.  Demon let this drop too.

His face was just as perfect as the rest of his body.  He had a soft nose
but a strong, angular jaw and chin.  His lips were full but not feminine.
He had two rows of perfect white teeth; however, his two upper canines were
sharp, no larger than normal but...pointed.  He turned and looked down at
Kieran.

"Please don't kill me," Kieran said, his voice wobbling.  He almost
expected Demon to bark like a dog or howl like a hyena.  But, he said:

"I'm not going to kill you."  His voice was accentless, a fine elegant
baritone that suited his face.

"Don't hurt me."

"That, I cannot promise."

He strode to where Kieran cowered, and grabbed him under the arms, lifting
him standing.  He brought his face close, smelling.  Then, he stuck out his
tongue and licked Kieran from his chin, up the side of his nose and over
his eye.  He grabbed the sides of Kieran's mouth and planted his lips on
his, wrestling Kieran's tongue.  Kieran's eyes widened, and he screamed
into Demon's open mouth.

********************

Bling's watch beeped.  Twenty-four hours.

********************

Bling had unlocked and pulled open the steel hatch.  Tekken lowered the
meathook into the room below.  They waited, as they always did--lots of
them took a while to get their strength back--until the chain was tugged
from below.

Bling gripped the chain and pulled it up.  The pulley creaked.  Finally, it
was up all the way and a figure was holding the meathook.

It took them a moment or two to figure out it _wasn't_ Kieran.

Bling's voice: "Oh my God, Kyung, _it's out!_"

Still hanging from the meathook, Demon swung, gripped his calves around
Bling's neck, and spun him around, kicking him down into the room below.
Tekken flicked out his taser and shot it at Demon; it crackled with
electricity; Demon was unaffected and yanked the wire from his skin.  With
a flying roundhouse kick he knocked Tekken onto the floor.

His cock was flopping around like a windsock in a hurricane.

Tekken tried to fight Demon off; his own martial arts was not in any league
approaching his.  Demon ended up pinning Tekken to the wall by his neck.

Demon headbutted Tekken: the first butt stunned him, the second broke his
nose, and the third sent him unconscious.


********************

After seven hours with Tekken, he was sated.  Tekken's blood soaked his
torso like lacquer.

********************

Demon grabbed Tekken's ankle and dragged him to the open hatch.  Tekken's
fingers scrambled to find traction.

"Please!" he choked, "I was good to you."

"Not good enough."

Demon pushed him into the pit.

The last light Tekken saw slid away as the steel hatchplate slowly closed
into place..

********************

Kieran woke up, without any sense of time.  He would have cried out, but a
few loads of demon acidjism had burned his throat raw.

Besides....

Kieran reached to his lower face, probing it with his fingers.  Demon had
attached the wooden creepy Noh mask to his face, locking it with the bolt
piercing.  Kieran had scraped his face red and raw trying to get it off,
but the ribbons and locks were tight.

He looked around.  There were two bodies on the floor of the room: Bling
and Tekken.  Tekken was groaning and moving mildly, but Bling's neck was
twisted unnaturally.

Kieran felt something on the ground around him, on his chest.  They were
little pieces of paper.  He pushed himself sitting--almost passing out in
the process--and saw they were hundred dollar bills.  Scattered all around
him, all around the room.

About forty grand worth.