My Demon Boyfriend
I wanna start by sayi...
I wanna start by saying the content in this story, ie the sex scene is based off of a story I read a while back. It's gone now. I can't find it, I think the website has shut down or something... so here's my take on that oh so interesting position. Kinda following on the same method of having a human lead character. In future stories I'll try to change that up a bit. But I'm back and I hope you enjoy this new story. Oh and please vote, comment, fav if you like the story. I may add a sequel to it, but I need to know if you enjoys it first.
Oh and finally, this story plays with some religious themes that may be offensive.
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"Ah, the beginning of the new school year!"
Gerald rolled his eyes while following the troll. He was happy for the New Year too but Lenard seemed more excited and added. "Girls are still in their tiiiiight skirts still and what's best is we're not freshman anymore!"
The troll seemingly eager for the beginning for morning's classes was keeping fast, while behind the human's legs were getting sore from having to keep up. Gerald would have much rather stayed in bed. The dark blue skinned, black haired, tusked troll seemed utterly thrilled to be back at campus life and walked briskly from their apartment dorms making the shorter human keep up his pace more than he wanted.
The sky was bright blue and the 9am sun was creating a truly glorious morning. All around like minded students, either by themselves, in pairs or in groups made their way to classes while up ahead the University's bell tower building began to chime noting how the beginning of classes were drawing near.
Gerald schucked his back pack's sling more over his shoulder. He had to hand it to the Lenard; there was a lot to look forward too. He did enjoy the parent free environment. Plus this year he and the troll managed to move up from their original dorm units to get housing in one of the Universities' elite apartment-dorm style complexes. They were new and had a year waiting list. He and Lenard did have two additional roommates for the single apartment, but each was with their own room. Something Gerald was particularly happy with; it wasn't that he didn't enjoy having the troll for a roommate last year. The blue tusked male was a hoot, but undressing in front of him, or having him undress ... needless to say the new housing situation had perks that Gerald appreciated.
Indeed there was a lot to look forward too, parties, learning, parties, old friends, parties, drinking at parties, using drugs at parties' and finals or rather the parties afterwards. However looking up ahead Gerald saw something that just caused him to groan out. Lenard's was in mid wave to a pretty girl he saw passing when his pointed ears perked and he looked towards his friend. "What's up?" He looked to see what the human was staring at. "Oh dude..."
"FAGS AND WHORES WILL BURN IN THE ETERNAL LAKES OF FIRE!"
A small bald man, who looked 40 lbs over weight and wore impenetrable blue blocker sunglasses screeched loudly from a bench 50 feet ahead. He tightly clenched a small bible booklet, reading from it then shouting at student passer bys who were trying to get to class.
Gerald was unnerved but felt himself feel a bit lighter hearted at the jovial expression on the Lenard's face. The blue one's tusked maw turned into a wide smile and he nudged Gerald in the ribs "These guys are back again? Why don't they ever just learn? No one cares about their bull shit!"
Gerald knew all too well what his roommate meant. These preachers, so to speak, were common place last year making at least half a dozen appearances that he'd seen. It was a state run University so the preacher and his gang had rights to be there on open ground and protest. The downfall of that was they'd preach about the damnation of sodomy, premarital sex, girls who weren't wearing ankle length dresses, and of course being gay. They usually went unnoticed, but this being the beginning of the year, there was quite the crowd of new freshman with a mixture of older classmen. Approaching Gerald saw that the crowd of college students formed a densely packed circle around the shrieking preachers.
Gerald tried to side step around the growing group of gathering college students. "C'mon dude. I don't like listening to them." He tried to lead Lenard on; not wanting to go onto class without him, but the troll grabbed the human by the arm and held him to stay.
"There's fifteen minutes till class and the buildings right there." The troll pointed with a three fingered hand to the large structure all but 30 feet away. "I want to listen to them for a bit. You know its fun to jeer and taunt them on!" Gerald made a face but relented seeing the troll give a pleading look.
The human muttered under his breath "Damn it" and the troll squealed with delight. Gerald liked the troll, a lot. He couldn't just say no to that kind of face.
The main fat preacher a toad looking human was accompanied by two others. A boney female human, the main fat preacher's wife likely, wore attire that looked like a character straight from the series "Little House on the Prairie." Despite not usually liking their attractions, Gerald had to admit, after a few moments it became a little funny to watch her single out other more scantily clad college girls and shriek with an accusing finger of the dangers of dressing like a whore. Both the main preacher and the woman Gerald remembered from last year.
But this time there was someone new and as Gerald looked he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Another human joined the pair. He looked like he was Gerald's age, 20. Despite the prospects of the day becoming very hot, what with the blaring sun and everyone else being in shorts and sandals the third preacher wore similarly to the main preacher a dark suit and tie. Gerald hated seeing someone so young be succumbed to this kind of bigotry as the fellow human watched the other with his tirade. It also didn't help that the youth was somewhat handsome looking. Greased slick back hair, but his face were handsome and looked like he had a decent build. Like his apparent father though he waved around a little booklet.
"LEVITICUS 18:18, Thow shalt not lie with a male as one does a woman, it is an abomination." The younger suited man turned towards the crowd in Gerald's and Lenard's direction. The observing human could feel a pang of nervousness well up as he felt as though he was being started at directly despite everyone gathering around him as well. "You see young ones-"
"Look who's talking!" Someone shouted back.
The younger preacher continued on undeterred, "This is a place of sin and sodomy. How many of you live in those dorms, sharing a room with someone of the same gender, eh? How many lonely nights have you looked at your sleeping roommate and wondered what if?"
There was a pang in Gerald's throat as the young man's words seemed to slide too close to home for him. But it was short lived as he felt an arm suddenly slide itself around his shoulder. He blinked and looked to his blue roommate who had stepped close. The troll, Gerald felt, suddenly pulled close so his large frame pressed into the human's side. Gerald before he could even react blushed hard as the onlookers surrounding him took a few steps back to watch, and a clear path between the two and the angry young preacher formed. "What are you doing?" Gerald said. His voice was hushed but held his feeling of anxiety as the preacher was allowed a full view. It looked like he was about to explode in a tirade but Lenard beat him to the punch.
"I know exactly what this young man means," the troll said loudly. He cast the nervous looking Gerald a sly side grin and hugged him harder to his chest. "Me and Gerry here have been roommates for some time now and I can't tell you how often we've butt humped. Just the close proximity of being near this guy, it just drives me wild." At "wild" Lenard bear hugged his awkward feeling friend, even letting a hand drop to grope Gerald's ass. The human jumped up and gasped, feeling the large hand. He pushed away at Lenard.
Gerald wanted to sink back into anonymity of the crowd; he didn't like being the center of such attention. From the way the troll was talking everyone could plainly tell he was joking, many of the younger looking student onlookers openly laughed, while the other two protesters caught wind and looked on as well.
"Lenard please..." Gerald tried to plead, looking at how everyone now concentrated on them. But his words fell on deaf pointed ears.
"Just the happenstance of being roommates was enough to turn someone completely straight into the lustful butt pirates you see today!" More laughter picked up and even the older classmen were joining in.
The bony cheeked mother seemed to not catch onto the feigning proclamations of the large troll and pointed a bony finger. "You see! You see what happens to you youth? This miscreant has become a homosexual! This is all your fates lest you return to God right now!"
Gerald felt trapped. He tried to squirm away, utterly embarrassed at the predicament he found himself in but Lenard wouldn't relent. The grasp tightened and Gerald felt a well of emotions build up. He knew the things the troll was saying was in jest, trying to provoke the three protesters but how often the human wanted the troll to say those things and be truthful. His sadness was short lived however when Lenard going further grasped the human with his other hand and tightened his embrace. Gerald's face was forced into the troll's chest and arms pinned to his sides was enveloped into a
"HOMO - HUG!"
Lenard yelled the phrase for all to hear. Other students clapped and laughed. "C'mon you guys, lets show these guys just how gay we all really are!" The loud suggestion was met with cheers from around and Gerald turned his head to see everyone around them, humans and nonhumans alike, finding members of the same sex and collecting into closely intimate embraces.
The proclamations of "homo hugs" choired in the air as giggling student's each paired off much to the dismay of the preachers. Gerald gasped and pulled off the troll and frowned up. "That's not funny," he tried to wheeze out, but Lenard was laughing too hard. Gerald wanted to drag him out of there, but the blue male seemed to turn and find another person to intimately hug, a large bull, who openly welcomed the embrace.
Gerald, looking about the gaggle of kids all grasping at each other, rolled his eyes and turned pace to head to class. But he wasn't a step before he heard that voice. The younger preacher's voice, "You see what you've done here?"
The tone the slicked-back young man had filled with venom and accusatory. Gerald turned to see the man walk towards him until they were but a few feet away. "You and your bastard feces eating lover have corrupted everyone here."
Gerald's eyes widened. "What?"
"Oh you heard me." The preacher who looked the same age as Gerald poked his chest with an accusatory jab. "God will damn you on judgment day. You will be cast down into the pits of hell you unworthy swine!" He got louder at the end with stray strands of spittle hitting Gerald's face. The words hit like daggers.
Gerald just stood in shock for a moment, unable to figure out how to handle the situation, or even what to come up with to say. His heart began to race, his fists clenched. He wanted to argue, to fight back. To say something witty but when he opened his mouth he could only let a breath escape. Desperately thoughts formed in his head but before he had the chance to respond to the preachers face the young suited man turned around, arms held out in the air, trying to dissipate the hugging onlookers.
"Attention everyone!" He tried calling out though his words fell on deaf ears.
"Hey...."
"You must stop this sin at once! Your eternal soul cannot saved lest you give up your wicked ways!!"
"Hey you... don't - don't you turn your back."
"Leviticus 18:18 says that -!!"
"ASSHOLE!"
The commotion nearby stopped and nearby onlookers who were laughing and getting ready to leave paused to see who called out. Gerald felt the words come out of his mouth without him saying them. He couldn't help himself, but there just seemed to be something pent up he needed to get out. However the young preach seemed not to notice right away; his arms were still stretched out, booklet still clinging to his hand. A blind rage welled up in Gerald's chest at the prospect of being ignored and he stomped forward to the suited man. In a flash he reached up and from behind grabbed the preacher's booklet out from his grasp.
Time seemed to slow down. The chaos of the raucous students all around seemed to get quiet. The two other telling preachers up ahead were yelling but no noise was registering with Gerald. The younger preacher turned around, a look of angered shock on his face. He turned face, squaring away at Gerald.
"What the ... you just took-"
"This?" Gerald rose up the booklet. He didn't give time for the preacher to respond, with a shaking hand he threw the booklet on the ground and stomped it with the heel of his shoe.
Others were now looking, most of the attention now on Gerald. The human could hear his name being called from behind, probably from Lenard but he couldn't look away from the preacher in front of him.
"Who the fuck do you think you are," Gerald shot back. "How dare you judge me. How dare you and your ilk come on here and call any of us names, like you're so much better. I especially don't appreciate the words you threw at me. Like everyone here was captivated before I showed up and ruined your little sermon on the mount! You don't like gays, fine! No one here gives a shit what you think."
The preacher's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. Gerald smirked and gave a harsh poke. "Fuck you," he said. The next part came out before Gerald could stop himself. "There are gay people in the world. And if your god doesn't like that... he ... can...."
Gerald had to pause. Something wasn't right. The preacher's eyes were wide and mouth agape, just as Gerald would expect but the shocked look was still. It took a second to register that the preacher seemed frozen, another moment and Gerald realized all around the commotion, yelling, and laughing stopped. The angry tirade of words he was about to say died in his throat and utterly perplexed Gerald stepped back to survey the scene.
Everything in a manner was speaking seemed frozen on the spot.
No one was moving. Students all around seemed paused in mid motion, some still hugging in an everlasting embrace, others in mid-stride walking. Everyone's facial expression was still, eyes eerily staring agape. A surge of adrenaline pumped through Gerald's veins, his heart raced. When he gulped he heard it disturbingly loud as there was no other noise, all around was deathly silent. "Should I be scared?" Gerald half muttered. He really didn't know how to react. He turned back to the preacher who he was telling off, then started taking a few steps back, then side stepped. The young suited preacher remained inert, still looking in that lone direction but now facing no one.
"You guys?" Gerald found himself saying. He looked about but no one responded. The utter conviction he had just moments ago was now dissipated. Gerald felt meek again and turned to try and find his roommate. Looking amidst the crowd he saw the blue troll half way arm locked with another guy. Lenard looked as if he was trying to pull off, looking in Gerald's direction with a face of concern permanently etched.
The human gulped. Closing his eyes tightly he thought possibly it was just all a dream. He should wake up any second but when he slowly opened everyone was still frozen. Gerald walked over to a nearby college student and waved his hand in front of the frozen body. There was no movement.
"This is all an elaborate hoax. A big damn prank on me," Gerald thought, but such notions were put to shame as he looked about. Then something caught his eye, a group of birds. They were flying, or rather had been. Now they hung suspended in mid air, wings out stretched.
For a moment Geralds heart skipped a beat. An intense fear that was idle began to bloom to life. He strained to hear but save for the wind passing through the trees there was nothing. He walked to his roommate. Reaching up with a tentative hand Gerald gently poked the troll's face. He wasn't sure what to expect, to feel stone possibly? But his finger sunk a little into the cheek's flesh. It was warm and felt normal but Lenard remained a statue. "What the hell was going on?" Gerald thought, but he didn't have much time to think on that. From the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw something.
It was a blur, a flash that he'd barely just seen. He turned fast trying to catch it, but only saw more still bodies. Gerald's hands were shaking.
"Did I just see that?" He asked himself out loud. No one reacted. He paused for a few more moments but then again there was another dark blushed movement just off to his side. He turned fast again, but met nothing. He breathed out a hard sigh. Gerald wasn't sure what was going on, but he sure as hell didn't want to be seeing things that weren't there. "Maybe if I go back to the dorms or try to call the police....
Halfway absent mindedly he turned to try and make his way back to the apartment dorms when he suddenly stopped. Ahead of him, across the open campus almost a football field's length away he saw something that made him pause. It was a figure. Gerald wasn't sure what he was seeing, but the figure stood out. Stony and motionless like everyone else, this being was clothed in a long trench coat, which included a dark hood that covered his head. The figure was thin and tall, the cloths looking a bit baggy on him and Gerald tried to wrack his brains if he had seen such a being on his way up. He shivered. Again Gerald closed his eyes but opening them everyone was still frozen. Eyes focusing on where he saw the figure, he gulped realizing the being was no longer there.
"Oh God... help me." Gerald muttered under his breath. He wasn't expecting a reply back, which is why he nearly jumped a foot in the air when a hard raspy voice responded back. "You are beyond such help boy."
Gerald turned fast and nearly fell over backwards. The trench coat figure was right behind him, towering his frame over the human's. Gerald only had the chance to see the chalk white lower jaw and mouth contour into a wicked grin.
Gerald tried to scream, to turn to run, to fight, to flee, to do anything! His brain sent all sorts of signals but his unmoving body was too paralyzed with fear as he looked upwards to the being. The only thing he found himself able to comply with was to shut down. He felt darkness wash over him.
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** Wake up ...**
Gerald stirred; he could hear a voice pleading inside his head. It sounded insistent. "Wake up! You must get up please!" His eyes were still closed, and lying on his back, the ground felt hot and smooth. Gerald wasn't sure if he had been asleep. Usually waking up meant feeling groggy, but instead he only felt dizzy.
The air was hot and dry; it smelled lightly like something unpleasant had been burnt a few hours ago. Opening his eyes though and looking up, Gerald gasped. He leaned up and took in his surroundings. "Thaaat's right," he heard a voice say. "You're not in Kansas anymore Toto."
Seconds ago Gerald was on campus on a bright sunny day. Now, utterly perplexed he was anywhere but. Sitting up Gerald surveyed the environment around him. It was almost unbelievable, being in only what he could describe as an old gothic cathedral. It was massive! The stone walls were far apart and looking up the towering ceiling decorated with ornate features hung high up. It looked like one of the universities buildings could easily fit inside this place.
Rows of columns as big as tree trunks lined in pairs on either side of the cathedral walls, and Gerald gulped looking up to see perched atop each columned structure was the grotesque form of a demonic, gargoyle statue. Some were perched up like he had seen along the ledges of buildings but others, their stone bodies looked as though they wrapped around the column, claws digging into the stone to support themselves up. Gerald couldn't help but feel how real they looked. The only inclination they might not be was each of the gargoyle being's heads looked hollowed out. Eyes open and fanged mouths agape, the entire interior of their skulls was lit aflame. They must have been acting the role of some creepy torch as there seemed to be no actual light fixtures. The flickering light poured down barley making the darkened room visible. His heart pounding loudly in his ears. Gerald got to his feet, toes flexing on the bare stone.
The lad was so consumed with his surroundings that he hadn't noticed before, but feeling the heat emanate from the floor it registered to him that he was utterly exposed, naked. Instantly he looked about the floor, as if to except to find his clothes nearby. Someone stripping him caused a shiver to crawl up his spine.
"What the hell?" Gerald muttered to himself.
** "A proper choice of words, son of Adam,"** a deep voice purred. The velvety sound reverberated against the walls.
That voice, again he heard it but this time with a better sense of direction he knew it was coming from behind. Instinctively he reached for his package to cover his shame and surge of terror rocked the human where he stood; hot fear welled up inside his chest. He knew he was in a bad place, a notion that solidified when he turned around to meet that voice and surveyed the scene.
If the structure he was in could be considered a cathedral, then before him was the mockery of some grand altar and surely the center piece of what was to come. Long narrow vertical windows rowed the back wall, the vertical side windows ascending in height as they met in the middle. Beyond the windows the sky was bathed in red with rolling thundering black clouds to silhouette the dystopia horizon. In midair, high above, was a heavy iron looking pentagram. Gerald's eyes observed it in half wonderment. To say it was hanging would be incorrect providing there was nothing holding it up. The object, the size of a hood from a car floated on its own, defying all laws of principle and physics. But that wasn't what both captivated and scared Gerald senseless.
Below the floating pentagram, on the ground a few steps lead up to a massive looking throne. It looked as though it were made from the same stone used to build the cathedral, thought it were much more smooth and looked impeccably ornate. But it was the creature who sat in it, whose red burning eyes seemed locked on Gerald. The creature's gaze met Gerald's, which caused the human to feel like his soul was being bore into.
Fear rocked Gerald where he stood, so much so that he couldn't even move. He gulped as he stared at the being, wondering who or what it was; a monster, or a demon perhaps? Needless to say the being was pure form of raw male physicality. Gerald was spared no expense observing the creature's entire form. The male, hairless, had skin entirely black. The being looked large, taller than any adult Gerald had ever seen. The figure was ample looking, powerful muscles were built open his heavy frame. The creature's pectorals were mountain slabs of muscle under stretched taut skin, the elongated torso built with a heavy set of well defined abs. The demon was definitely male. Just like Gerald he was completely naked, though unlike the human who, embarrassed covered his privates, the demon's legs were uncaringly spread, and the human saw the ample sized package between those thick thighs. Orange sized orbs hung in the heavy sack while the member hung down over them. It was completely limp but already an easy 7 inches of fat foreskin enclosed flesh. All features captivated the quivering human but none more so than the fact that the demon had 4 arms. Humanoid the creature's shoulders squared into a regular beefy set of biceps, forearms, wrists and hands, but below them, as if hung on another set of shoulder blades was an equally built pair of arms. They crossed over the creature's midsection, while one of the upper one's impatiently tapped the armrest of his thrown, the fourth and final arm leaning an elbow on the arm rest, supporting the demon's chin with a balled fist.
When the creature saw that Gerald was up and aware of his presence he leaned his head up and gave a broad smile. For how crazy demonic the creature looked his face was at least normal. Strong jaw line and rather handsome face were it not for the eyes. There were no pupils, they were just red.
** "Gerald,"** The creature spoke. His voice was rich and deep. It would have come off as soothing but the human only shivered hearing the echo over the stone walls. "Do you know where you are?"
The human's voice croaked. He opened his mouth but no words came out. His heart racing but his mind blank it was hard to come up with any words to say, but Gerald tried again and comparatively meek sounding he only responded, "N-no."
** "You are at the precipice of eternity, about to enter the gates of hell."** The voice again reverberated from all around the stone sanctuary. The demonic being seemed to enjoy seeing the look of pure fear in the human. "Do you know why?"
The demon let the question hang in the air for a few seconds. Gerald could only find himself shaking his head in reply. The demon rose the hand that had been tapping the arm rest impatiently. It was large, the broad size of a shovel and an accusatory finger pointed directly at the shivering lad. "You denied God in the presence of his followers. You have blasphemed his name, his message, and his words." The words were not so calm, they sounded stern and Gerald saw the demon's eyes begin to glow a bit.
Gerald was speechless. Mouth agape he gulped again and this time found more conviction to respond. "NO! No, this can't be. I'm not dead, I can't be here!" He looked around the room again. "And those people, those were bad people. Their utter intolerance, their hatred, they..." He had to stop though. There were sounds like concrete being cracked open and looking about. To Gerald's horror, all the statues who perched themselves on each column came to life. The human was powerless and could only watch as the lithe creatures of stone make their way down the columns, each sinister looking face aimed at him.
** "Enough of your pitiful excuses,"** the large black creature said. He sounded angry and Gerald backed away slowly.
"N-no! I'm not bad, I shouldn't end up here!" Gerald backed up more until he stopped, bumping into what turned out to be one of the now living statues. The human looked up only to be met with the flaming skulled face of a gargoyle beast staring down. Strong stone hands grasped onto his arms in a cold vice like grip, and Gerald in vain tried to pull away. His struggles were futile though as another set of impossibly strong hands grabbed his torso from one of the creatures coming on his side. From below yet another set of cold unfeeling hands grabbed his ankles. Gerald could hear their laughter from their hollowed mouths, their flaming heads gleefully in grotesque grins while they lifted the struggling, panicking human over their heads and handed him to their master. Hot tears welled and streaked down the human's face as he tried to squirm and resist. His efforts were utterly futile though as he came toward the thrown.
The main demon's voice now booming echo's along the stone walls. "Accept your face mortal! You are now among the forsaken!"
Gerald was hauled across the room until the statues threw him forwards. He crashed at the demon's feet on his hands and knees. There Gerald was silent. He dared not openly sob but hot tears welled around his eyes and down his face. Thoughts of all kinds running through his head, his confusion a growing sorrow of rejection swelled up deep inside him.
** "You are a forsaken soul boy."** The demon said. His booming voice returned to becoming soft. And with that the demon reached down with a hand, and Gerald felt the massive hot palm heavily rest on his head, rubbing his hair slowly. "But you are not among the damned."
The soft touch defied all logic in what Gerald was expecting to come from such an enormous looking creature. His thoughts paused feeling it, and his head bowed a little from the weight of the mitt, but the hand remained and gently he felt the thick fingers running along his hair. It was a few moments of this, and Gerald's tears ceased. The lad looked upwards to the black demonic titan. The muscular frame flexed before the human making Gerald gulp, but the demon's face bore no anger. Before such a beast a small pang of inadequacy hit the back of Gerald's mind. The human was not built nearly as well as the demon was. At 6 foot he weighed 220lbs and wasn't without two meaty thighs a slight chubby belly and some soft love handles. And though he did have muscles it was nothing compared to the utterly study built to perfection creature.
None of these were thoughts Gerald had a lot of time to tend too. He saw as the demon's lower arms uncurled and their large mitts reached out for him. Gerald thought about running, but where too? He remained in place as each hand rested heavily on his shoulder, and eased upwards. It was more suggestive than anything and the human found himself complying. Moving up from his position on his hands and knees he brought himself up to his knees, between the thick thighs of the demonic creature. Gerald saw as the demon's face even looked a bit softer and one of the upper hands turned so the backside stroked the human's face. Gerald felt his tears being wiped away. The human closed his eyes from the feel of that large palm on his skin. He was still scared, still shivering but he was also calming. Heavily he breathed in through his nose taking in the demon's incredible masculine scent.
** "Gerald."** The creature spoke. It was more quite this time, and the human looked up to meet the demon's face. Those red eyes glowed red then calmed their hue. It was hard to tell but the creature almost looked caring. "You are here because there is no hope for your soul to enter into the realm of paradise."
The human gulped from those words. They didn't seem as threatening before, as though the creature was simply trying to make the human understand. "I have collected you, however." Gerald's eyes widened. The demon's hands that lay on his shoulders rose up until he felt their hot heavy palms place on either side of head. "You will not be abandoned. You feel as such but must understand that you are wanted, indeed very much so." With those words the demon's voice came out like a slow purr.
Gerald blinked, his tears finally giving way to show his confusion. He wasn't sure how to react but calming some the lad began to feel a stirring of other feelings. The demon's strong features, masculine scent and gentle demeanor, for a few seconds the human closed his eyes just feeling the hot skin of those hands on his face gently holding him. It felt nice. Looking back again he took in the close up view of that powerful frame and scanned down the demon's abdomen to view what was so openly out on display. The black flaccid meat looked like a tube of flesh. Gerald couldn't believe how thick the foreskin of it was, the cock tip was utterly covered up by the tantalizing flesh. The balls hung low, each enormously rested on the stone throne between the male's inner thighs. Again Gerald breathed in the strong musk, letting spicy sent settle on his senses. He could feel his mind becoming filled with the aroma. Like a drug it calmed him and the openly shivering lad settled down. From above the demon gave a hearty chuckle.
** "How you mortals are so easy to sway.**"
The comment didn't seem to put him down but Gerald couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn. "Do I just - just give in?" He thought to himself. He gave little more thought though realizing the demon would probably force him if he hesitated. There was a thrill that built up though. An excitement he hadn't had before. It grew the longer Gerald stared at that amazing body and cock. His hands were moving before he realized it, towards the demon's frame and when his finger tips touched the hot flesh he heard from above, "You are utterly consumed by my mere presence." Those hands that rested on Gerald's gently rubbed the human. It gave the lad an embarrassed twinge feeling like he was some dog and he pulled back his hand. The demon's upper frame leaned into the throne and he gave a displeased look. *"Go on. A mortal is meant to worship. You are not above such undeniable laws." *
Those caressing hands got firm suddenly, and they pulled Gerald into the pungent smelling groin. The heat from the demon's body closed around him, and now before the mighty groin Gerald knew what was expected from him. Fear remained but now only such as what would happen should he deny the demon, but that was more subtle. Now with each passing breath Gerald was getting more in a haze. His slack arms finally came to life from his sides and they moved up. Black legs spreading wider; Gerald felt his forearms slip into the demon's inner thighs, and from above he heard a rumble, but whither it be from annoyance or anticipation he knew not. Gerald wasn't stopped however and he eased forward more until his hands closed around the large tube of flesh and gave the most delicate of squeezes.
Hot breath escaped Gerald's lips as he felt the member in his hands. The length of soft tissue was thickly padded, and pulsed with each heart beat; sheen of moist sweat covered its darkened skin which got all over Gerald's palms. Testing, he lifted a bit feeling the cock's heavy weight, then one of his hands drew in further. It pressed into the inner most thigh of the demon, dimpling into the damp hot soft tissue a forefinger and thumb lifted up at he root of the foreskin enclosed member. Gerald's other hand slide up the shaft to the tip and tried to pinch at the glands in an attempt to pull back and reveal the crown. Instead the human only pinched what felt like thick folds of skin. Moving down the shaft again Gerald pinched but only met with the same odd feeling. Fear was now dissipated from the human's mind. Gerald was calm, lulled down; the raw aroma had the effects of a powerful drug causing his mind to swim. Now he remained only utterly perplexed and looked upwards. From his closed in spot he saw the smirking demonic face gaze back, down at him. His handsome face was gentle, and that rich voice caressed down to the lad.
** "You're temperate hands please me son of Adam and I can sense your inquisitive nature. You may continue to do as necessary until you have become satisfied."**
Gerald blinked and saw the demon grin. The strong face looked almost mischievous before he gave a wink. The clear indication the human had free reign set in and looking back down at the member Gerald had an idea of what was going on. There was one way to test it and biting his lower lip the human's own cock pulsed at the mere idea. Eyes centered at the tip where the foreskin folds enclosed shut. His hand holding the cock at the base worked up the shaft. Gerald's other pointed with an index finger and wriggled it gently between the steamy skin flaps. With a brief pause he began to insert it in. Gerald was slow about it, letting just his finger tip slip into the damp, balmy foreskin. He halfway expected to feel the cock tip but when he sunk in more it was not met. Gerald moved his hand in further letting his digit become more consumed by the cock skin, all the way until the fat fleshy folds pressed into the base of his knuckle. It was hollow! Half a foot of this red bull thick sized cock was nothing more than just an empty tube of dick meat.
What did that mean? Was the cock inside the creature? Was the demon void of one all together?
He felt the wrapping skin pulse and cling tighter, setting Gerald off in a tizzy of lustful thoughts. Before he knew what he was doing he pushed in more. Moving back his finger, out from the folds of cock meat where clear stands of goo connected his finger to the tip, Gerald moved his head in close. The demon beast's scent was too intoxicating to the human's senses. That rich musk, so raw and deep now Gerald could taste it. His judgment was impaired. He got close until the tip was at his lips then rolling out his tongue he licked at the black flesh. Audibly the demon groaned out and Gerald worked more, flicking the entrance of the tube cock on his tongue before slowly centering and pressing his tongue as far as it would go in to the snug channel.
Like before with this finger the tube accepted his moving appendage, Gerald's tongue could feel the skin pulse around it. The demon's natural lubricants and juices were salty, and unnatural. Were he in a normal state of mind he would have revolted at the strong taste, but now thoughtlessly he licked away at hints piss, excess cum, sweat and who knows what else that coated the insides. Then in a maneuver that shocked the demon from the low moan above, Gerald's lips suctioned sealed around he cock meat and gave a loud slurping sound, sucking down all the scum he could.
Gerald's hands remained idle for the first minute, both pressing on either side of the demon's groin. But they moved down, and each palm came to rest on the demon's fat low hanging orbs. The skin around the sack was thicker; it almost felt like hot leather. Reaching under them Gerald lifted each testicle causing the tops of the orange sized orbs to press under the bottom of his chin.
He couldn't stop himself. Gerald felt lost by his actions, only moments ago cowering like a small child, and now he was doing things with the object of his fear he'd only dreamed off. Somewhere in the back of his mind was still that screaming fearful voice, telling him to stop, to try and get away but his lustful state was too strong. Gerald's own cock was painfully erect under him. That voice was further quieted down when Gerald again felt those heavy hands on him. The mitts came to rest on the human's upper back, pressing some, keeping the human planted on his knees between the demon's muscled thighs. Slowly moving, Gerald felt another palm rest on the back of his head, again thick fingers running through his hair. Again from above the demon's rich voice filled the air.
** "You are easily compliant... nnnggh, and willing to accept your role. Be prepared mortal. You are soon to reap what you have sown."**
The voice sounded unsteady, Gerald could tell this creature was having a hard time sound even. It brought the human a small amount of pride at how effectively he was delivering pleasure from his actions. He continued bobbing his head as far as the tube of flesh could collect in his mouth when something began to change. The base of the cock began to swell up and expand. Letting go of the demon's sack he grasped up and felt around the bottom. The cock sheath pressed out, no longer feeling so squishy and empty. Fingers tensed as the bulge and expansion progressed slowly outwards and Gerald soon realized what it was. The demon's cock had been lying inside his body and was now coming out to play.
Gerald eased his mouth of the tip but remained close, licking slowly at the musky tip while the fat meat traveled up the length. The scent of the demon's musk increased; the pheromones and scent of arousal getting stronger in the air. Pulling back, as much as the hand on the back of his head would allow, Gerald saw the foreskin enclosed tip finally spread open. The demon's egg sized cock tip begun to show through, and push itself outwards. It was throbbing; the crown pulsed rhythmically. With a small shiver from the sight Gerald again eased in to the delectable tip and sealed his lips around the musky head for a slow kiss. But such affections were short lived as then the human felt those caressing hands on his back close around his sides. They held firm and Gerald was moved up, straightening out from his lowered kneeling position between the creature's thighs and groin. His face was raised and came to meet the demon as he stood up now. Gerald felt weak on his legs, as if drunk and swayed where he stood. The demon smirk while in the background outside the windows a row of thunder rumbled. That thick black cock swelled and stood out while the crowned tip emerged, inching out past the ringed flesh. Gerald stared at it in wonderment. The size, the way it arched up, expanding the base flesh around it or how the tip drooled its clear goo. He was only taken away when he felt his own cock handled. A large lower hand gently ran along Gerald's smaller cock, the touch caused Gerald to elicit in a soft moan and the demon chuckled from it.
** "You will make for a good sheath. The Throne was a fool to cast you away for my embrace."**
The words didn't register to the small lad though. No words did anymore. Gerald only had one thing on his mind, eyeing that thick black cock. Four hands reached out for the human and Gerald felt himself lifted and pulled in with incredible ease. He was like a doll compared to the demon. Gerald didn't fight, evening softly smiling as the demon placed him in the broad lap. The beast scooted forward on this seat a bit allowing the human's legs to wrap around that strong waist. Hot skin pressed all around Gerald's frame, chest against chest, the large cock erect up along the underside of the human's meat. Though now the tip had fully emerged from the skinned tube, in fact a good four inches of actual slimy veined cock pulsed out. Gerald was over come by lust as the demon embraced his body. The lad's hands reached for the thick cock while, now unable to help himself the human pressed in, mashing his lips over the demon's chest. His tongue rolled out against the sweaty firm skin, while his fingers wrapped around the gooey shaft and stroked up and down the length.
This wasn't allowed for long. Right as Gerald found the demon's nipple and pulled it into his mouth to gently suckle those powerful hands grasped around Gerald's head to pull off, even those lower hands grasped at the lads to pull his hands away.
** "You have pleased your lord with your willingness and subservience. But it will not last."** The demon let those words sink in as he spoke from above. "It is unfortunate but you will have to be subdued while your proper place for eternity is cemented."
As the demon said this his right hands both upper and lower held onto Gerald, one heavy mitt on his head the other grasping firmly onto his shoulder. The human looked and saw as the left upper arm rose up, revealing a deep sweaty looking armpit. Even in his drunken state it registered Gerald for what was to come and closing in he happily accepted it. The stench that emerged from the demon's armpit was intense, it slammed Gerald's nose. Quite unlike where the presence of sex was strong the rancid looking armpit had only the musk of behemoth's foul body odor.
But there was no hesitation. Hungrily Gerald mashed his face into the searing steamy skin, feeling the rubbery hide and humid stickiness contour around his face. The lad's sight, nay all his major senses were sealed away from the outside world. In the tight prison of muscled bearing flesh the lad felt the demon's arm lower more to hold onto his upper frame, while the right top arm kept a hold from behind, planting Gerald rooted to his spot. The human could barely breathe, and what short gasps he made each breath was filled with the foul aroma, still though Gerald licked at the sweaty skin, tasting the salty flesh with a relished joy. More so he was driven harder, feeling even more turned on. As Gerald licked at the dank pit his cock below twitched eagerly.
Other than accept his fate sealed under the demon's armpit Gerald could only feel. Feel his chest against the demon's rolling slabs of muscle, all those hands on him holding his body. He felt that thick cock wormed down between his legs. The other demon's mitts held Gerald's rump up and that club sized cock slid backwards between his legs. Now it stood erect, pressing between Gerald's ass cheeks. He worshipped on, seemingly uncaring at how thick it felt. Two of the lower hands grabbed at his upper thighs, fingers reaching to each glut now, dimpling into the skin and spread the human's ass cheeks apart. From above Gerald could hear the demon mutter something, but from his steamy sealed off world of hot flesh, he just couldn't make it out.
** "Prepare mortal; this is all you will know now."**
The cock glands, on its own accord, nuzzled upwards with the tip finding Gerald's tightly sealed pucker. The demon's hips didn't sway or move; the cock snaked and moved on its own. There was no preparation or ease. The tip found its mark then launched itself upwards with a terrible force. Gerald trapped didn't know to expect it and suddenly a massive sharp pain grew as his ass was spread open. The demon groaned from above feeling his tip and emerging shaft sink into the tight bowels of his slave and now coming too, Gerald was suddenly realizing the predicament he was in. It seemed that the building pain had caused the himto snap out of his wayward state and feeling that cock anaconda its way into his guts Gerald felt himself begin to panic.
"What the fuck!" Gerald half screamed into the pit, though from outside the noise was severely muffled. He felt the rank soft walls that surrounded his head tighten as more of that prehensile cock took its place inside him. Obviously this demon was aware of Gerald's more lucid mindset. The hold almost hurt, being unbearably strong, and it forced the smaller male to just helplessly feel the large stretching tool slither inside his guts. It was absolutely alien. The pain around his ringed muscle was intense, but more disturbing was the sensation of the snake like appendage continuing on, pressing on without the demon's body moving an inch.
From above, Gerald could just make out the mighty groan from the black creature and the comment's that followed. "Yes. You are accepting your master. How does it feel - nngghh mortal? Your bowels are tight. Surely it is painful, but such trivialities will not last."
The armpit grew hotter around Gerald's face, and he tried squirming out from it. No longer was he in some lulled accepting state, and the salty taste and foul smell were no longer that captivating. Gerald shook from his spot, feeling thankful for only two things. One was that the cock entering him was pre lubed. The demon's member was slick which helped ease the lad's contracting force fed pucker. The second was the fact that soon with the cock so deep in him, it would stop and hopefully pause.
But that second hope was stopped when Gerald felt the worming cock come to the spot where his bowels shifted direction, instead of stopping there the human gasped the rank air feeling the prehensile tool, with utter ease, bend itself in the direction of his bowels and push onwards. The cock tip burrowed more, spreading out his guts where it bore in, and again hot tears of anguish welled around the human's face as he realized the demon's cock was following up his digestive track with no end in sight.
The creature only chuckled, feeling the human tense up all around. With the cock burrowing deeper inside the human the creature delighted in the welcoming sensations of those tight clinging muscles and tube's of flesh that embraced his meat. Deciding to reward the slave for being so pleasurable het let one of his giant hands lift around Gerald's thigh. He could feel the human gasp under his clamped armpit, taking in more of his rancid musk as his fat fingers trailed the pink cock. It had become a little soft, no doubt from the pain the human felt. But gently his hand coaxed around the shaft, the fingers and palm bringing new life to the human's lustful state.
Gerald's breaths deepened when he felt his cock become toyed. He was scared and in pain from the entry. Initially he felt betrayed by the raw sexual gratification from it, but as the hand worked he felt the pain lessen more in his backside. The disturbing feeling of that snaking cock still caused the lad to shiver and flex, nervously. But now the strange sensation of being so utterly and deeply filled was what became more pronounced. Gerald wriggled his hips on the cock, feeling it stretch more of his backside while now his own stood now painfully erect. All from that greedy shoved sized hand that now fully clasped around it, and stroked the human meat from base to tip.
Gerald's hands which had been holding around the demon's frame to brace had now slackened and with his new found pleasure he rose a hand up to feel between the powerful cleft of the creature's chest. Each slab of rock hard muscle drew Gerald again into a deeper state of lust, and moving a palm over to one of the slabs his fingers found one of the fat nipples and started rolling the nub under his palm.
The action of his compliance was not without a reward and light soon revealed itself to the human's world again. The demon raised his arm off Gerald's head. Peeling his face off against the sweaty pit, the human gasped for fresh air. Though not as stale and as the armpit, each lungful of air was still rank and now filled with the heavy scent of male sex.
Gerald's face was dazed and lacquered in slime and sweat while he tried to gasp in the open air. A hot blush spread over his cheeks as his gaze again met the demon. That stoic face was grinning back at him. Gerald however was taken away from that momentarily when that edging cock felt like it had suddenly reached a barrier inside him. The creature seemed to feel it as well, his face turning to a more tensed expression. With a low moan Gerald looked down to his belly, and felt the tip wriggle around in his guts. Then with a sharp pain the cock rammed itself inwards, breaking down that barrier. The demon's grasp around his cock suddenly tightened as Gerald doubled forward. A powerful pain in his stomach surged suddenly, and the nauseating thought of that cock literally entering his stomach filled the lad's mind.
"What, what are you -" Gerald was utterly lost from the sensation. A powerful arm curled itself around his shoulders though and pressed his frame forward. Gerald's chest pressed into the demons, the act an obvious one to draw comfort. It seemed to work as the pain quieted down. This effort was added upon when the demon again started fully stroking the human's cock. Ripples of pleasure started to awash the male.
** "You were lost mortal, but have been found."** The thick voice spoke from above. Gerald could feel the cock stop entering him. The root of the meat that had his pained pucker so spread out now halted, and new the feel of that deeply embedded shaft began to worm and slide about inside him.
Noises emanated from behind the pair. Gerald didn't know what to expect to see, but his face to the side against that chest he looked and out of the corner of his eye he saw the shocking sight of the room before him. Those ghastly stone gargoyles were on each other. Several piled upon one another, in an all out orgy. Their clawed hands grasped and held down others who were fighting to top. Their flaming heads contorted in wide leers and lustful moans.
The raunchy obscene spectacle was enough to finally set Gerald off. Weakened and utterly at the mercy of the creature the working hand would not relent and rolling back his head the human encountered a powerful rush of pleasure. Above the demon's thick laughter filled the room as Gerald moaned out. He winced and pressed in while his cock was mauled by those fingers. Soon he was spurting his seed between their bodies, his cock unloading several large healthy wads of cum. The demon did not relent in his workings and a jolt of intense pleasure again rocked the human one final time before slumping fully into the chest.
He panted weakly while above it seemed the creature was not far along either. The continuous feel of the massive meat sloshing around inside him, Gerald felt the pace of it increase, and the breathing black chest began to become more labored.
** "Yes. You will soon become anointed with my essence. It will be a new covenant for your soul."** Gerald's eyes widened at the words. He looked up from his embrace, and saw the demon's face, now lulled heavily in lust and sexual bliss. The cock whirling more inside him, it made Gerald sick. Suddenly though those hands on him became rigid. Gerald's frame was pulled back and the demon let out a sharp sudden growl. The cock seemed to stiffen inside him and there Gerald felt it. He gasped at the sensation as the base of the cock under him began to pulse with wicked life. That same pulsing sensation could be felt along the entire length inside him and the human knew the demon was climaxing, shooting that demonic seed straight into his stomach.
The demon looked like he was in pain, creating a fierce expression that even scared the human. Those angry red eyes bore into Gerald's soul and that otherworldly voice moaned and growled on out. Gerald wriggled a little but that only resolved in all four of those hands gripping tighter at his frame. The cock below throbbed on, and the orgasm seemed nonstop. The human blinked suddenly as he felt himself becoming filled up from it. The sensation was akin to drinking water nonstop and that similar feel of his stomach expanding out took place. Gerald even looked down and too his shock his belly was protruding outwards, expanding from the copious creamy flow.
"How much are you going to go?" The human spoke, his voice sounding exasperated. When the expanding sensation in his belly began to hurt, a sign he wasn't going to be able to hold anymore, Gerald winced. "I can't take it anymore! It hurts!"
** "Take it. Take each drop of my core, my being."** It was only response he received.
The filling sensation was overpowering. A subtle discomfort and extending belly soon turned into the raw feeling of becoming terribly full. Gerald turned his head this way and that while a worried expression filled his face. He felt like he'd eaten an entire thanksgiving meal. What happened next was only to be expected. A welling inside his throat opened up and before he could brace himself Gerald felt a glob of creamy white cum surge up and out. The salty syrup think cum rushed to the back of his gullet, then another surge and it filled his mouth, and tongue, Gerald began to openly vomit white seed.
The goo spittle rolled down his chin and onto his bare chest while all around the screeching gargoyles became louder. Their own open throws of sexual bliss rose, and their unearthly moans and gasps filled the air. Gerald gasped for air when he could, unable to do anything but now taste the gunk as it evenly covered the entire insides of his mouth. Breathing was difficult, and mid gulp of air another load of cum gushed out his mouth, causing Gerald to sputter. Gerald quaked where he sat, now starting to panic at his predicament.
"It's got to stop!" Gerald's mind screamed, below his belly looked fat, heavily distended, while his entire upper frame was covered in the thick semen. His eyes went wide as he felt as the demon's strong hands grasped either side of his head, holding him still. Then with a sudden push the creature's large face and lips mashed into the Gerald's for a wide open mouthed kiss. Gerald's lungs were on fire from the lack of air while the demon's impossibly large tongue forced itself into his mouth, opening it up. When another surge came out Gerald struggled now trying to pull away. His throat contracted delivering up the spunk, all into the demon's own awaiting maw. Some escaped their partially sealed lips, but Gerald felt the creature begin to drink down the seed.
The stream seemed unending now, when one large glob ejected out from his heavily protruding stomach, another quickly followed. The burning sensation built up more in Gerald's chest, from the lack of air. But he couldn't do anything but let it all happen. His eyes burned hot, while that invading tongue slithered over his own. He felt groggy, concentrating on it. There was little else to do. The noise around him was getting louder as well. The creatures all around him were getting more active, and from the lack of air Gerald felt himself losing focus and sight for the quickest of moments.
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"Gerald!" A familiar voice shot out.
The lad's eyes opened up, refocusing on what was happening to him. Hands were on his face, and a mouth was pressing firmly into his, in a heavy heated kiss. But looking it was not the creature he had expected. The preachers' son was literally on top of him and the surrounding college students soon all stopped to see the two embraced.
From behind the kissing pair the screeching woman and shouting preacher loudly gasped. "Boy, what in hell are you doing? Get off that fag right now!" The father tried yelling.
But the preacher's son wouldn't let off, not until Gerald pushed his hands against the suited one's chest to press off. When he did the young handsome preacher pulled back and let his hands off Gerald's face and once free he stood, utterly bewildered at the sudden change of scene. "I'm back." Gerald muttered to himself. Quickly he looked down and became intensely relieved that he was still wearing cloths. "What just happened?" Gerald wondered.
To the spectators around, when Gerald came up from behind, and stomped on the booklet, the suited young man lunged himself forward for that heated long kiss. Now apart they watched as the young man leaned into Gerald with a smug look on his face. They saw him whisper something inaudible into the college student's ear, something that caused Gerald's face to widen in shock. But that look of shock was nothing when suddenly the suited young man suddenly stopped looking so smug. Instead a horrified expression crawled on his face, at what he had just done, and turning around he faced the countless jeers of being a hypocrite, and worse the onslaught that was to come by his screaming parents.
Gerald staggered over to the familiar blue troll, shaken but other wise all right.
"Hey you alright?" Lenard inquired with a concerned look over his face. Gerald nodded slowly, still visibly shaken from the ordeal and the troll patted his back.
"Eh, let's get going to class. This all kind of turned weird really fast." Gerald said suddenly. He looked eagerly too his blue friend, who blinked then looking about the commotion around and nodded. "Alright, but dude, what did that crazy guy tell you just now?"
It was Gerald this time walked fast to class. His pace forced Lenard to have to work to keep up, and on his way to the building he looked about. The sky was back to its cheery blue hue, the bright sun over head. The campus was alive with youths going to class, and birds flying in mid air. Everything was back to normal, but Gerald was uneasy. What had just happened to him was still very visibly remembered, and worst that the preacher's son had said to him. When he had disconnected that kiss he looked into that familiar soul piercing gaze and was told. "You and I have got a date, Friday night at 9."