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Golden Allure

Written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D

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The dried, desiccated fall leaves danced across the cement of the parking lot as the late fall breeze swept through the campus. The branches creaked and groaned with the weight of untold years. Some parts of the grounds blended seamlessly with the forest beyond, and with it came the stories of the unholy practices that had been conducted there years before Simpton College had been founded. Most considered it to be colorful folklore or local legends, but Rhett couldn't shake the feeling that there was some echo or remnant lingering around.

The steady rattle of skateboard wheels came in pulses as the nineteen-year-old passed from one large slab of the cement path to the next, using the slight slope to roll without effort. He left the path behind and sailed along the parking lot, managing to make it halfway up the wheelchair ramp before he was forced to kick the back of the board to flip the deck up into his hands. Rhett tugged the lanyard holding his ID badge from the collar of his yellow Simpton sweatshirt, swinging it across the card reader. The light snapped from red to green and he slipped inside.

One of the things about going to such a small college was the quiet. The only sound in the dorm lounge came from the hum of the vending machines. Rhett stopped long enough to start feeding in some wrinkled dollar bills, picking out a Monster energy drink and a Pecanic-Ritual protein bar, one of the school's local products. As he waited for his items to fall to the trough below, the clouds parted outside just long enough for Rhett's reflection to occupy the plexiglass window.

Rhett seemed to be an outgrowth of the all-American archetype. He was just under six feet tall, his shaggy dark blond hair reaching the nape of his neck in layered waves, trapped beneath a worn out backwards gunmetal gray baseball hat. His blue eyes had just a hint of green to them and simple golden rings hung from each ear. His baggy cargo pants matched his hat in the dark gray.

The teenager grabbed his mid-day meal and resumed his journey back to his dorm, once again unsettled by the unending quiet around him. There was hardly ever any loud music playing, although it seemed like one of the dorm's residents was a fan of Gregorian chants in time for the full moon... In a way, Rhett felt almost like he'd missed out by picking Simpton. He'd made it on to the wrestling team and swim teams without any effort but gotten bored with them both. He felt a bit aimless, a bit restless. Maybe that was why he'd started indulging his roommate in his rather unusual... hobby.

Rhett picked up the pace when he made it to the second floor, realizing he was running a bit behind schedule. He grabbed onto the doorknob and swung it open, not sure exactly what he was going to be walking into. On the other side of the door, darkness reigned, with the sole exception of a handful of small candles arranged on the wooden flooring in a shape that could somewhat look like a circle if Rhett squinted hard enough.

Someone - a shape vaguely reminiscent of a human sitting cross-legged - was chanting something repetitive, some sort of mantra with a lot of vowels and liquid consonants interwoven to create a somewhat hypnotic pattern. When Rhett opened the door, however, the voice paused for a second, as if its owner was startled by the sudden intrusion. A face appeared, hovering over the candles: despite the friendly smile on its lips, the orange glow coming from right below made the expression look a bit sinister.

"Heya, Rhett! Sorry, I was working on some form of meditation!" Andreas declared in his pleasant baritonal voice, before he blew on the candles, plunging the room in complete darkness. "Oh, damn," he murmured after a second or two. "Shouldn't have done that, that was dumb. Can you please... turn on the lights for me, would you?"

"You sure? It looks like you mastered the art of mood lighting." Rhett smirked, reaching over to flick the light switch on. Pale, artificial light flooded the dorm room, absorbed by the blackout curtains expertly mounted over the cheap plastic blinds. The majority of the dorm room space had been reclaimed by putting the beds up into bunk beds.

Andreas got back on his feet and dusted off his palms. "Heh. It's not like I really need darkness and candles. It just feels more right, but in the end it's all theatrics." He laughed, showing his teeth and the steel stud that pierced through his tongue. "But yeah, I mean... I know I'm kinda playing with fire by using the candles. I don't think they are big enough to cause any detector to go off, but..." The young man stuck out his tongue in a playful manner, his smile reaching his black irises.

Although not beautiful in a traditional sense, Andreas was the kind of guy destined to have many heads turned: his father was of Scottish and Greek origins, while his mother was a second generation Korean-American, a pairing that had gifted him with features that looked at the same time soft and delicate, and angular and sharp. In a way, he looked somewhat like a Gothic elf, with his bluish black hair - dyed, of course, its natural color was some shade of dark brown he had never liked anyway - poking out from his beanie, his striped long-sleeved shirt that clinged to his lithe and decently in-shape body, his skintight black denims and his leather boots. He smiled again at his roommate and started to gather the small candles from the floor.

"So, how was your afternoon? Did you do the..." his fingers mimed a human figure riding a palm-sized skateboard. "You know, the things you do?" Andreas shook his head. "Sorry, Rhett, I played like, one Tony Hawk game twelve years ago and that's all the knowledge I have about skateboarding." Rhett chuckled at that and sat down on the bottom bunk, his legs spread open as he leaned on his knees.

"You don't have to clean up on my account, I'm kind of curious about what you do." Rhett said before shrugging and leaning back a bit, "And yeah, I mean I just sort of wandered around campus. I don't do a lot of tricks anymore." he said, looking at Andreas with a strange look in his eyes. The two had been paired freshman year due to the simple fact that neither had come in knowing anyone else and they had been stuck together at random. People had assumed the skater and the Goth kid would have parted as soon as they had an opportunity, but when sophomore year had rolled around, they had continued on together in the same room. While Rhett had never admitted it, he felt a sort of... pull... towards Andreas. He was so unique, so different to any of the men he'd ever met. Maybe it was that dark style, or maybe the bit of edge. Whatever it was, Rhett felt oddly open to his roommate.

Andreas finished storing his candles inside an old, battered shoe box and turned around, another impish expression on his pointed face. "So, what were you doing? Hoping to be noticed by someone?" he said in a teasing tone. "You know I have no problem with bringing someone here, right? Libido and sexual energy work wonders as a conduit." Rhett blushed, sitting upright, eyes wide.

"What do you mean, bringing someone here?" he asked anxiously. Andreas' grin widened as he walked one step closer to his roommate.

"Oh, you know..." this time, his pale, slender fingers mimed something long and hard going in and out a hole. "I'm a pretty open-minded guy, you know that Rhett. And you are a big and strong young man with a libido that I'm sure is at least average for your age. Also, you are in college... no time like this to make some new experiences, am I right?" Rhett swallowed hard, feeling his heart thumping in his chest.

"Why... bring someone here, when we've got everything we need?" Rhett asked, a coy smile crossing his usually confident lips. It was as if one of his fantasies was actually coming true after so many months. Andreas' dark eyes grew a tiny bit larger, before a small spark of what seemed like relief flashed through them; he walked closer, and his fingers - slightly cold, though not unpleasantly, and soft - caressed the side of Rhett's face.

"Well, that would make everything much easier, for sure," the young man murmured, his pale cheeks flushed. It was clear, from the way his black jeans were tenting, that Rhett wasn't the only person in the room with an above average libido. Rhett reached out, grabbing onto Andreas' hips, pulling him into the wide-open space between their legs until their groins pressed tight. Rhett let out a slight groan at that, leaning in to kiss Andreas' chin.

"I don't know why we didn't do this sooner; we could have been fucking like rabbits for two semesters already. But there's still plenty of time to make new memories, sow our wild oats, right?" Rhett asked. Andreas grinned in reply and kissed Rhett's forehead.

"Well, true, but... guess I should have asked earlier, huh?" He shook his head, his dark hair dancing over his forehead. "Wait, before we go on, lemme grab some stuff." Andreas leaned over the edge of the bed, and another, different old shoebox was extracted from under the wooden frame. "Here, take these," he said, tossing a box of condoms and a half-full bottle of lube to Rhett. "And the most important thing, of course!" he then added, raising his hands triumphantly. Clutched in his fingers was a steel ring that looked almost big enough to be a bracelet.

"I got it on the dark web," Andreas added, his voice half an octave lower, with a slight edge to it. He chuckled immediately after, ruining the affectation. "Nah, just kidding, it was on eBay." He tossed the big ring to Rhett so that he could see it too: its surface was engraved with what looked like eyes, fangs and bat-like wings. All in all, it was a pretty exquisite... whatever it was. Rhett managed to catch the ring, juggling it along with the condoms and the lube. He looked down at it uncertainly, mostly confused about the size.

"What is it? Or, I guess, where does it go?" he asked, "I guess I was never really that inventive in bed before... but I want to learn." he grinned. Andreas chuckled again before his lips brushed against Rhett's own mouth for a fleeting moment.

"Oh, you sweet summer child... that's a cock ring. I'll show you how to put it on, and then you can show me how to use your big boy..." the Goth teased him, rubbing his fingers against Rhett's cargo pants. Andreas raised his face a bit, and his dexterous tongue circled the outer edge of the skater's left ear, playing with the golden ring for a moment. "Bet you can't wait, huh?" he murmured in a breathy voice, right down the other boy's ear canal.

"Fuck..." Rhett groaned, pressing into Andreas' hand, feeling his cock getting harder and harder, "Just tell me if I put the condom on before or after the ring." he smirked, drawing the zipper down on his pants, a tent of black cotton pushing through the gap until the skater fumbled with the button and completely loosed the fly. Andreas wrapped his right arm around Rhett's shoulders and pulled him close in their first true kiss, the Goth's pierced tongue gently prodding the warm depths of the skater's mouth. A moan escaped from his lips as he savored Rhett's thick drool.

"Y-you... need to put on the ring first," he explained after he broke the kiss, looking his new lover in the eyes, his breathing heavy, his angular cheeks a dull shade of dark pink. "Balls first, then dick. Don't force it in if the erection is too hard, you'd just hurt yourself. Okay?"

"Wow, balls too... But if anyone's got me by the balls, I'm glad it's you. I always wanted it to be you." Rhett grinned, leaning to kiss Andreas' ear before he set the other items aside and focused on the cock ring. For metal, it felt oddly warm to the touch after being in a box for so long. The skater's brow furrowed as if he was focusing on a test from his engineering class, maneuvering the engraved metal over his balls and then started trying to get his dick through the center.

"We should make it official," Andreas jested, taking off his shirt to reveal a flat stomach and two small and juicy pecs topped with studded brown nipples. "I mean, I even gave you a ring, after all..." His fingers helped Rhett with his current predicament, until the engraved ring rested comfortably at the base of his erect shaft. "Here, nice and ready." Rhett looked down at it with appreciation, running his fingers over the surface before he looked back up at Andreas with a grin.

"How much more official does it get?" he asked, tugging his sweatshirt off and tossing it to the side before shrugging out of his tight t-shirt, revealing a flat, firm stomach. The skater reached over to open the box of condoms. He extracted a foil square and tore it open, obtaining the stretchy disc within. It seemed that all of their activities centered around his cock, not a bad way to start the afternoon. Andreas grinned.

"Mmmh, I dunno..." The slender youth took his pants off with some struggle, revealing a pitch-black jockstrap with a silver elastic band, and a pleasantly round pair of butt cheeks. He opened the bottle of clear lube - it smelled fresh and earthy, like scotch pine - and squeezed a dollop on his palm, before using his fingers to massage his dark pink hole. "Oh, fuck," he moaned as his pucker twitched, as if it was trying to slurp down the lube. "Been a while since I took something other than a dildo down here."

"God, you're making me wish I could go back in time. I'm having such dirty thoughts." Rhett said, leaning up to kiss, suck, and then gently bite Andreas' neck, "We could have made everyone confused and jealous at the same time." he grinned, reaching to give the Goth's ass cheek a good squeeze before returning his focus to pulling the condom on. The material stretched out as he rolled it down, enveloping his member in the snug embrace. Andreas shrugged.

"Heh, I needed some time first. At least we got to know each other pretty well, huh?" One of his fingers slipped into his hole, and another wanton groan escaped from his lips. "Mmmh, it tingles. I know it's our first time and we should take it slow, Rhett, but... can you please stick your dick in me? I can't resist, I need to get fucked..."

"I am more than happy to help." Rhett said, pulling his roommate closer. As he pulled Rhett to him, he lifted his hips, bringing his waiting, willing, eager cock to Andreas' hungry hole. The blunt tip hit the muscled pucker, the two lingering for a moment before Rhett felt just how wonderful it was to start pushing inside.

"Mmmmmh!" Andreas was purring much like a cat, and even the smile of bliss that appeared on his pale face was distinctly feline in shape. "Sorry, I should have asked you if you like topping, now that I think about it. I can do both, but I really wanted to see you wearing that cock ring, so..."

"Well, I think we're in exactly the right place at the right time." Rhett said before pausing, "Well, almost right place." he whispered before he thrust in. It was firm yet gentle, giving Andreas a few inches of his hard cock. Rhett murmured, feeling electric. Andreas panted; his cheeks flushed.

"Mmh-mmh..." he murmured. "Now, why don't you hug me with those strong arms of yours and start going to town with my hole? I need a good pounding, I'm afraid I've been very naughty lately..." His cheeky grin widened at his own corny lines.

"I'll have to teach you a lesson." Rhett said, wrapping his athletic arms around his lithe, supple partner. He squeezed him and used it as an anchor to thrust in time and time again, gaining ground and depth with each thrust. Rhett tried to explore, to find the spots that pleasured Andreas most. He had to build a mental road map of all the spots to hit along the way if he was going to drive his partner mad with lust.

"Yeah, please... be thorough and... take as much time as you need..." Andreas bit his lower lip as one of his hands touched the bulging front of his jockstrap, already damp with a steady flow of precum. "Fuck, Rhett, you're so thick and hard... bet you also cum buckets too, huh?"

"When someone inspires me as much as you, I sure do... Might be too much for you to hold." Rhett whispered, licking his lips as he thrust deeper and deeper, his eyes half lidded in a sort of lust drunk expression of bliss.

"You seem cocky! Pun intended, of course," Andreas exclaimed, wiggling his plump behind. "Well, show me what you have got! The more energy you put out, the more enjoyable the end result will be, I'm sure..." Rhett gave a slight growl at that, taking on the challenge. He pulled Andreas in to straddle him a bit more, giving him the leverage he needed to thrust faster and deeper. Each beat of his heart brought another thrust of his cock, spearing deep into his partner. It was exquisite, feeling so much spicier than anything he had ever done before. The Goth, on the other hand, pressed his back against his roommate's muscled chest as much as he could, as his thin lips started murmuring something, something that sounded musical and not at all English... like he was praying to one of the obscure, dark deities described in the books he loved so much.

"I love dirty talk..." Rhett moaned, not understanding what Andreas was saying. He bounced the Goth's diminutive form on his cock. The skater's face tightened in such exquisite joy, but while his face was in rapture, his firm, strong arms were in business mode. He pulled Andreas down onto his cock before lifting him up, keeping the piston moving.

Andreas did his best to keep muttering whichever weird chant was flowing through his lips, despite the occasional moan to pepper it. His hands went to his brown nipples, playing with the steel studs in it, pulling them and then letting them go, as if the tugging and the tiny discomfort were supremely erotic to him... and they probably were, considering that his jockstrap was now dripping precum from the bottom, staining the light blue sheets of the bunk bed.

Rhett was deeply invested in Andreas in more ways than he'd ever realized, but despite his earlier experience in life, there was still a lot to learn. Some part of him felt apologetic that Andreas was having to stimulate himself like that. One hand slipped from the Goth's hip, fingers latching onto his right nipple. The skater teased and tortured the flesh, tugging and twisting, trying to drive him wild.

"Oh yes... cum for me you sexy slut..." Rhett growled, hoping he hadn't gone too far. Andreas felt amazing around him, almost as if the Goth's ass was as needy and hungry as its owner was. Andreas' seemingly delicate fingers wrapped around Rhett's hand in a firm grip and moved it downward, until it was pressing against the Goth's soaked underwear. What he wanted from his sexual partner was pretty clear, even though he seemed bent not to stop whispering his mysterious conjuration.

Rhett growled happily, clear enough to pick up on the message. His fingers massaged and manipulated the jockstrap, squishing the pre around until it soaked every inch of the tented material. He rubbed his hand up and down, using the pressure and friction to create heat until he finally pulled it out of the way, exposing Andreas' most beautiful cock. The skater's rough, calloused fingers wrapped around the rod, giving it a good squeeze before he slid up and down, building up speed and momentum. He used the Goth's precum as natural lube, making it all the easier to match his hand thrusting to his cock thrusting.

The weird syllables and words coming out of Andreas' mouth were becoming more and more unintelligible and broken the more his dick was being stimulated, but the determined expression on his face made it clear that he was hellbent to finishing whatever ritual he had started. When he finally recited the last sentence of his chant, he let out a long, vulnerable moan and he squeezed his eyes, as his cock began to throb and jerk in Rhett's grip.

"Fuck yes! Oh fuck! Cum for me! YES!" Rhett howled, kissing and nipping at the back of Andreas' neck. He felt the cock in his hand quiver and throb, pulsing with energy and liquid life as jet after jet erupted. He felt the tight, hungry ass quivering and squeezing on his own rod. He felt the electricity hilting through the Goth's body before ultimately arcing into his own. Rhett made more sounds as he thrust as deep as he could reach, his back arched, his head tipped back, and he roared out loud.

Any young man knew the golden-silver glow of an orgasm, but the cock ring had made it white hot. All that pent up pressure rushed up from Rhett's depths, erupting into the tight, stretchy confines of the condom buried deep inside of Andreas' ass. The reservoir filled on the first bout, leaving the sleeve to collect the following volleys. Rhett held himself inside his partner, riding out the waves, feeling both Andreas and himself cumming in a tantric tandem. As the Goth panted, his cheeks still red due to the effort and the climax, his dark eyes glanced back at this roommate with an expression that seemed like a weird mixture of expectation, disappointment and relief.

"D-damn, Rhett... neither of us lasted that much this time, huh? Guess we were both really THAT pent up..." he murmured in a somewhat amused tone as he squeezed his butt cheeks around Rhett's still erected dick. "Mmh, I can feel the condom inside me, you cum like a horse..."

"Probably a good thing, imagine all that seed flowing to your belly? You might lose your boyish good looks." Rhett smirked, "Sorry it wasn't longer, but man did it feel good." he murmured, rubbing his hands up and down Andreas' sides. The bottom shook his head, tiny beads of sweat trickling down the nape of his neck.

"Don't worry about that. It's not like we can't do it again in like an hour or so. Hell, probably even faster if your dick recovers fast enough!" Andreas relaxed his sphincter, and Rhett's cock slipped out of his spent hole alongside with the condom full of milky cum. "Damn, I love how it feels once I'm empty again... it's like it's burning hot down there, but in a very pleasant way... how are things on your end?"

"I feel weird, sort of like... still half ready? Is that what the ring does?" Rhett asked, looking down at his ornamentation, "I think it made it more intense." A small glint appeared in Andreas' eyes as he turned around with a somewhat feline movement, his hands already on the thick jewel.

"Mmmh, I love how warm it is..." he murmured in a sultry voice. "Should I take it off?" Without waiting for an answer, the young man licked the purple head of Rhett's cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Wow, still pretty hard indeed..."

"Well, between the ring and the condom, that's probably the only thing keeping my bounty at bay. You sure you want to risk it?" Rhett chuckled, reaching to run his fingers through Andreas' hair affectionately. Andreas, however, nodded.

"Yeah, to be honest I do. I feel like I need to test something..." the Goth boy's fingers wrapped around the cock ring, then gently tugged and pulled. The inlaid steel, however, didn't budge an inch, which for some reason seemed to knock some air out of Andreas' lungs. "It... feels like it's stuck," he murmured, furrowing his brow. Rhett gave a nervous smile.

"Like, a little stuck, or stuck stuck? We're not going to have to go to the ER to get it cut off or something, are we? I don't know how I'd explain that one..." Rhett said. Once again, Andreas shook his head.

"No, it's more like..." he started, before his voice trailed off into a squeak of surprise. "Rhett, look! I-it... it's..." Rhett looked down with an anxious fear, wondering just what he'd let Andreas get him into.

The steel ring that decorated the base of Rhett's still erect phallus looked a lot more... flesh-colored than before. It was as if it was somewhat merging with the skater's crotch, something that should have been impossible. "How did... this is insane..." he murmured incredulously.

Rhett's mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. What words could ask the right question? What was happening? What had Andreas done? Rhett reached down, realizing just what Andreas had meant about it being warm to the touch. It felt like skin, his skin. The intricate engravings were still there, though the edges seemed more pliable than the metal had been. The jewel that had been embedded seemed more like a piercing or decorative body art. Rhett's mouth hung open a little bit, his brain stuck in a grove until he realized he'd been rubbing at it for several moments, stroking back and forth inadvertently.

"I'm... Rhett, it wasn't supposed to actually happen, it was just some silly roleplay..." Andreas looked up at his roommate, his eyes watery but with an undeniable spark of excitement in them. "Does it hurt? Does it feel good? Want me to suck on your dick?"

"What wasn't supposed to happen? What was that ring? Why... does it feel so good?" Rhett moaned, leaning back on the bunk. He braced his arms behind him, panting softly as his cock rose back to full attention. It wobbled with each of his heartbeats. Andreas grinned and wrapped his fingers around the pulsating shaft, while his pearly white teeth jokingly and gently nibbled on one of Rhett's testicles, massaging it.

"Your orgasm activated it. Well, our orgasm, I think..." he explained while rubbing Rhett's cock over his face. "It's merging with you right now, and if the note I got with it was true - and I have no reason to believe it wasn't, now - you'll start changing soon, Rhett..." Andreas giggled as he licked the shaft, his body shivering in bliss and lust. Rhett moaned; eyes squinting shut as Andreas rubbed against him. He'd never felt that horny before.

"Changing? What do you mean?" he groaned, reaching down to tangle his fingers into Andreas' hair. The Goth boy rubbed what was left of the ring - nothing more than a small, circular, reddish outline on Rhett's skin and shivered.

"It's almost done, Rhett... soon you'll start to become one with the darkness!" Andreas' smile widened. "Can't believe you're the first actual demon I'll see in my life!"

"But all that... That was like a hobby, right? What do you mean, actual demon?!" Rhett asked, looking back at the adornments to his manhood. Andreas seemed transfixed with the skater's groin area too and was now back to teasing his ballsack.

"Yeah, it was... but apparently the ring was the real deal." For someone who had just discovered the supernatural was real, Andreas seemed pretty unfazed... or maybe his horniness was clouding his judgement. His brow, however, furrowed for a moment. "Maybe I should check if they had another one for sale... that way I can use it on myself." A long, pale finger traced the contours of Rhett's abs. "So, how are you feeling? Is it good so far?"

"Y-yeah, it feels like I'm still completely hard... or maybe even getting hard again? Does that make any sense?" Rhett asked with a flushed grin. Andreas nodded at that; his expression looked focused and almost serious when he started talking again.

"The ring was supposed to give you the powers of a lust demon, so... pretty sure you will be able to be completely hard all the time, if you want to," he explained succinctly, before looking his roommate in the eyes. "Are you... okay with this? Are you sure? I didn't want to trick you; I didn't think it was going to work. Can you forgive me?"

"I'll let you know..." Rhett said, looking a bit distracted, "I could be hard all the time? None of that 'if it lasts more than four hours' bullshit?" he asked, "What else can lust demons do?" The skater seemed oddly interested, his fear and hesitation starting to melt away. Andreas grinned and shifted position on the bed, preferring to lie next to his friend, looking at him in the eyes, caressing his silky hair.

"Oh, you know... the standard demon package! Shapeshifting, glamour, seduction... you'll be able to bed anyone, nobody will be strong or pure enough to resist you. And of course, you will be stronger, faster and more resilient than any human can possibly be. Pretty nifty, huh?"

"I like what you're selling, but I can't wait to see it for myself. I still think you got that ring on the dark web though." Rhett grinned. Andreas smirked and shrugged before he brushed his lips against the skater's. To him, they felt slightly warmer than before, but it could have just been his mind playing tricks.

"I mean, you will lose your humanity and your soul will become that of a demon, but it doesn't seem that much compared to all the rest, right?" the Goth added in quite the nonchalant tone. Rhett's brow furrowed a bit at that, but he had a point. If he'd been asked a few weeks earlier, he would have said he didn't believe in souls. Then again, he didn't believe in demons either. Whatever was going on, it was going to be interesting.

"I'm just glad you're not freaking out," Andreas confessed. His dexterous fingers rubbed the base of Rhett's dick, finding the ring to be almost completely gone. "It should start any minute now, I think. I'm sure the demon essence has already started spreading through every cell of your body... can't wait to see what the end result is gonna be!"

"Since you're the one that brought all this on, does that mean I'm like... your servant or something?" he asked. Andreas giggled.

"I mean, the correct term would be familiar, but... I prefer to think of you as my boyfriend." Andreas' lips pecked Rhett's cheek. "Well, if you are okay with it, of course. After all, I gave you a ring and everything, so..."

"That sounds a lot more serious than boyfriend..." Rhett said, leaning forward to give Andreas a kiss, "But I think I could live with that." he grinned.

****

The sound of the dorm showers were unmistakable. The water pressure climbed up from the bowels of the building, pumped out of an immense boiler that never seemed to run out of hot water. The showerhead nearly shuddered with the pressure until the hot cascade erupted, shooting out between the stainless-steel partitions and hitting the mosaic floor made of terra-cotta, brick, and adobe-colored tiles. Rhett hung his towel on the hook on the opposing wall before stepping into the shower, shameless of his refined physique.

Water hit his smooth, toned skin, running in rivulets between his pectorals before branching off into the canals between his pectorals. His hand ran up his stomach, his palm brushing his nipples before his eyes looked down at his manhood. True to Andreas' word, it hadn't gone completely soft... At most, it had draped itself over his plump balls without looking any smaller. Perhaps that was what people called being a shower rather than a grower? It was oddly empowering. It had also resulted in getting quite sweaty.

Evening had fallen and, after blowing through a half pack of condoms, Rhett had soaked himself to the bone with sweat while giving Andreas the workout of his life. The skater was starting to get hungry, although he knew he'd have to change before heading out. He doubted the other students would care for his unique brand of reeking musk as much as Andreas did. The Goth let out a moan that almost sounded pained, or would have if his face didn't betray absolute pleasure. He was crouched on the shower floor, his pale, firm butt cheeks raised, his hole a round, gaping crater, the hot water raining all over him. He'd been waiting for Rhett.

"F-fuck, man... you are insatiable... and you still haven't started changing yet..." he managed to whisper before sticking his tongue out. He was mostly being a drama queen, but it definitely felt like his new boyfriend had overdosed on Cialis or something, even though both of them of course know the truth behind that apparently never-ending libido. Rhett ran his fingers over those pale, meaty cheeks. He squeezed them, massaged them, caressed and pulled them apart. His shaft rose to attention, the water beading as it hit the firm flesh.

"That just means this is a warm-up..." he grinned before he went to thrust into Andreas, but as he did, he shuddered, feeling a strange flash climb up his body. It felt like goosebumps, like a hot flash and a cold flash at the same time. He wobbled, feeling a little dizzy. As Rhett blinked, the steam in the shower started to increase. From his crouched, submissive position, Andreas could see tendrils of vapor starting to climb off of the skater's feet as the water began evaporating faster than it landed. The dark-haired young man blinked a couple times before sprinting back on his feet, his hands hovering around Rhett's shoulder area, as if he was unsure he could touch him.

"I-is it happening, man? How does it feel?" he murmured, solicitous.

"I'm freezing and boiling, I don't know, it feels like good food poisoning?" Rhett murmured. He tried to push it aside and pierce into Andreas again, but once more as he thrust, he shuddered, letting out a grunt. Rhett's hands were calloused and rough, his nails uneven and broken off in spots - though the damage was disappearing. The keratin filled out, evening up and the rough spots smoothed. His nails began to expand, growing outward, coming to a point. Andreas felt tiny sharp tips handling his already sensitive ass. Rhett moaned as his nails thickened, taking on a slight curve, more apt to be called claws than nails. In a finishing touch that would have made Andreas proud, black pigment spilled out, staining the claws until they were as dark as night.

"D-damn, Rhett... you want to fuck again?" Andreas whimpered as he was pinned against the shower wall. "But we d-don't have condoms here... your demon cum will fill my ass..."

"If you mess with the demon, you get the horns..." Rhett grinned, but this time he didn't fill Andreas' ass. He grabbed him by his shoulders and hoisted him up with shocking strength, spun him around and pinned him to the wall. When Andreas looked at him, he no longer saw the pale eyes of his friend. The eyes boring into his soul were orange, nearly glowing with energy. It seemed insidious that such a boy-next-door type could have such dangerous, evil eyes. Andreas groaned, and from his thin, long penis a rivulet of piss dribbled down his inner leg until it mixed with the hot water from the shower.

"A-are you sure? You can turn me into a demon by fucking me?" he murmured, his irises sparkling. "'Cause that's honestly everything I've always wanted..."

"Why didn't you put the ring on yourself? Am I a sexy guinea pig?" Rhett asked, moving to nuzzle, lick and then nibble Andreas' neck. As he started to nibble, though, his lips latched on and he slurped and sucked, tugging and tugging, bringing blood to the surface of his roommate's pale neck.

"I told you... I thought it was just jewelry..." Andreas panted at the gentle but vigorous assault to his neck. "If I knew it was going to work, I would have turned myself into a demon immediately, believe me..." His hands wrapped around Rhett's clawed fingers, and a delighted sound escaped from his thin lips. "This is so hot... it's literally all my wildest fantasies coming true at once." Rhett chuckled at that, grinning wide.

As Andreas looked at his roommate, though, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. It was slight, subtle, almost a play of the steam rising off his body... but sure enough, there was a tiny tendril of faintly purple light leading from around Rhett's neck down to Andreas' hand - the hand that had put the ring on him in the first place. Even the slightest scrutiny made it harder to see, but they were connected. Rhett seemed unaware as he crouched down, leaning in to lick and then nibble at Andreas' chest, his teeth teasing the Goth's nipple. The slimmer young man's hand tightened around the magical leash, reveling in its presence.

"Seems like you are my familiar, after all..." he murmured as his cock started to harden. He focused on the light encircling Rhett's neck. "Can you feel it? The power connecting us?"

"All I feel is the need to fuck you..." Rhett growled, but it was obvious they were linked. Rhett bit Andreas' chest before latching onto his nipple, tugging on it mercilessly as his clawed hand dipped down, coiling around the Goth's cock, squeezing and massaging it, coaxing it to full firmness.

"Oh, yeah? Then why are you servicing me now, my big demon boyfriend?" Andreas retorted in a playful tone, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Why don't you lick my dick and play with it? I'm sure you want some cum too... or maybe something else?" His bravado, now that he could feel the presence of the arcane leash, was definitely coming to the surface. Rhett got a strange, dumb, happy look on his face as he dropped down to his knees. Those clawed hands latched onto Andreas' hips as he leaned in, an abnormally fat tongue sticking out of his lips, slathering along Andreas' cock.

A deep, resonating growl erupted from Rhett's throat as he nuzzled his roommate's cock before his lips plunged around the shaft, sliding it in deep. He began to bob his head back and forth, faster and harder. Rhett seemed to be able to suck with unusual aptitude. Andreas caressed his mutating boyfriend's hair, his fingers marveling at their silkiness. It was a sublime pleasure, something almost forbidden. They had broken the laws of god and heaven, but there were still other laws that could be broken.

"Good boy... here, I'll let you have a mouthful of my nice golden juice..." he whispered lewdly before exhaling a blissful sigh of release deep inside his pelvis. From his cock slit, a steady torrent of strong, acrid piss splashed against Rhett's tongue before cascading down his unexpecting throat. Rhett's orange eyes suddenly blazed brightly. He lapped, swallowed, and then gulped greedily at Andreas' golden flow. "Mmh, fuck yeah... I've always wanted to be able to piss into someone's mouth," the Goth confessed without a hint of shame.

As Rhett swallowed the forbidden liquid, demonic runes began to appear, tracing down Rhett's throat and chest, down the center of his pecs and abs before wrapping around his navel. The tart, sour, acrid taste was so foul it was ambrosia to the former skater. He pulled back and let the golden arc start splattering across his face. His lips parted, revealing his canine teeth had sharpened into wicked fangs. He snarled, growled, and then suddenly dug his claws into Andreas' waist.

The piercing of the claws was shocking, but strangely without pain. What it did bring, however, was an incredible pressure in Andreas' bladder. Despite having shed some of his piss already, he felt like he had gone two days without peeing. His bladder felt achingly full, but the release was that much more of a relief. His cock throbbed and even buzzed as it spilled his amber waste.

"Fuck... yeah..." the Goth murmured, gripping his hands around his boyfriend's head, pushing his dick deeper and deeper into his greedy maws, an apparently inexhaustible stream of urine leaving his bladder through his piss slit. It was as if he was having the longest, most intense and most satisfying orgasm of his life; it felt so good to fill Rhett's belly with his foul waste, knowing the soon-to-be demon was nothing but a living urinal in that very moment.

Rhett's rational thought had been burned away by the heat of the piss he drank. He sucked and slurped, gnashing his fangs against Andreas' groin like a starving animal. He tugged on the cock with his tongue, milking it. Each time he pulled on Andreas' cock, the Goth's member seemed to harden and grow, stinging as the piss passed through such an erect shaft. The two were changing in tandem, like species evolving in tandem in the Galapagos. Andreas' longer, enhanced shaft was the perfect tool to slide right into Andreas' throat and feed him directly.

As the piss sloshed around Rhett's stomach, the demonic marks continued to glow and pulsate before new bands trailed out across his collarbone and down his arms. The shower water sizzled as it hit his skin, rising off like drops from a griddle. His dark blond hair darkened slightly, taking on burnt brown hues at the tips. His smooth cheeks darkened as stubble began to emerge. The soft edges to his muscles melted away, leaving harder, more shapely edges and contours. A faint scraping sound came as black claws erupted from his toes, clicking on the tile floor of the shower.

Nothing existed for Andreas in that moment except the shower stall, his demonic boyfriend servicing him and the never-ending torrent of acrid urine his body was somehow producing. It was as if he was also pissing off his brain and his soul along with it... and yet, it felt so amazing and empowering, so much so that when he reached his climax and his body was enveloped in an actual orgasm, a blinding white light flashed in front of his eyes, and his cum mixed with his piss, being greedily gulped down by the transforming Rhett.

Rhett adjusted his claws inside of Andreas, leaving no wound or gap. The cum and urine mixed into something entirely new - a yellowed, merengue like substance that sputtered and poured out from the cock until Andreas was finally spent. Rhett dropped one hand to the floor in a three-point stance, slurping and sucking Andreas clean until he looked up like some obedient pet. Thick saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth until a dark purplish-black tongue slurped it up and he panted over his sharp fangs. His hair was darker, his stubble gritty, his muscles sharper, and his cock... his cock was huge.

Crouched as he was, it was partially obscured, but there was no denying it. Feeding on Andreas' piss had helped him to change and grow, his cock pushing past normal human lengths, appearing to be at least a foot long and draped over balls the size of large oranges. Just one encounter had pushed that much humanity out of him, and the purple magical leash was that much stronger, that much easier to see. Andreas had created more than just a familiar. If he was the summoner, Rhett was the demon at his disposal. As Andreas looked at the collar around Rhett's neck and at the glowing runes on his skin, his malicious smirk widened.

"Well, looks like my piss turned you into a cute and sexy demon slave, huh?" he whispered in a low voice.

"Better that than a piss poor demon." Rhett joked, though his brow arched as he realized his voice sounded different. It was just a hint deeper and had a strange resonating bass to it that was mildly hypnotic.

"How does it feel? Good?" Andreas focused on the leash, mentally commanding Rhett to stand up. "Maybe I should keep feeding you my piss... or whatever I produce now. I feel like whatever you did to me down there messed me up in a very good way, you know?" once again, he grinned, looking at the dense, yellowish goo that was still intermittently dripping from his piss slit.

"I could never change you forever... You'd never replace a salad bar with all one ingredient. I just added something to your menu." Rhett said as he rose to his clawed feet, a clawed finger collecting a few drops of the golden slime to slurp clean. Andreas kissed him, savoring the foul taste of his own dick goo on the demonic skater's lips.

"Well, keep adding to me whatever you want, stud," he teased Rhett, his hand cupping his hefty, heavy balls. "I'm looking forward to being corrupted more and more by your dark powers..."

"I think we should go to dinner... I think you need a lot to drink." Rhett growled with a menacing hunger, leaning in to kiss and lick his roommate's ear.

****

When Rhett had first arrived at Simpton, he had decided that the school food was nothing to write home about... but now that he was tainted by demonic energies, it seemed there was more fuel for the infernal fires than he'd first given credit. He'd ensured Andreas had plenty to drink, from cranberry juice to tea, coffee and milk, even coconut water. It was strange, almost gleeful to feed his lover what would eventually become his own meal. Rhett couldn't help but grin as they walked back to the dorms. Crickets chirped from the woods as the branches swayed in the breeze, although Rhett started sniffing the air, his orange eyes scanning around before he gave a strange grin.

"There too... I had no idea how many of those frat boys pissed out in the open. It's like I'm some kind of bloodhound now." Rhett smirked to Andreas. The Goth boy moaned, both at that and because his skintight jeans were pressing against his hyperextended bladder, sending shivers of pleasure up and down his spine at every step. He had drunk so much - much more than the average human being could have drunk in a single session without developing a severe case of water poisoning - and yet his throat was strangely dry, as if he could have easily gulped down a gallon or two more with ease.

"Fuck, man, you have no idea how hot that sounds like. I'm so glad you like piss too now..." Just thinking of urine made Andreas dangerously close to let go and piss himself right on the spot.

"Andreas, I don't like it... I don't even love it. I need it. I didn't have anything at dinner. I didn't need anything after what you gave me in the shower, but now I do... I can't wait until we're back." he growled, showing off his fangs, a clawed hand starting to play with Andreas' belt before they'd even made it back to the dorm.

"I can't wait either... fuck, Rhett, we are close to the rose garden, right? The one with that weird gazebo... let's go there, please... the need to feed you is too overwhelming..." Andreas replied, his gaze unfocused, his forehead covered in sweat. Rhett grinned at that and moved, scooping Andreas up and depositing him over his shoulders in an impromptu piggy-back ride. With that, he set off, bounding between the buildings, heading across a grassy field and out toward the rose garden. It would have been romantic if not for the jostling of Andreas' over-full bladder, but it was one more sign that Rhett's strength had pushed to shocking new levels.

Rhett bounded up the steps to the unlit gazebo, almost creepily dark in the night. With care, he set his roommate down after their brief run. Andreas lay on the floor of the dark grey gazebo, its columns shaped in a faux-Ancient Greek style and unbuckled his pants with shaking fingers. Once he had unbuttoned them, he exposed a completely erect cock and a ballsack that looked so full and tense it was basically a red, fleshy balloon hanging right under his dick. Apparently, his bladder wasn't the only thing that had filled itself while he was drinking all those fluids.

"R-Rhett... I'm ready..." Andreas murmured before biting his lower lip. He could feel the comforting presence of the arcane leash around his left wrist; he knew he had to provide more fuel to his boyfriend's glorious changes, and he couldn't wait to fulfill his duty. Rhett grinned, his eyes the only source of light in the dark knight as he dropped down onto all fours and moved over, leaning to nuzzle Andreas' cock, then lick it with an oddly dark tongue before his face dropped down around the shaft, sliding up and down with such eagerness and vigor.

Andreas gasped, before a low, gurgling sound of carnal pleasure escaped from his lips. He didn't know if it was Rhett's presence slowly corrupting him - even though the Goth boy was fervently hoping that was the case - but he almost felt like he could control his own orgasm, like a switch he just had to flip in order to cum... and so, he did just that, and two streams of two different but both oh so delicious fluids converged and merged together to create an unholy concoction that started to get pumped down of Rhett's welcoming mouth.

The mouth that latched on around Andreas' groin was inhuman as it sucked, suckled, slurped and salivated. Rhett practically unhinged his jaw, edging forward, his chin nuzzling and nudging the swollen sack between Andreas' legs. He gulped down the strange golden concoction coming from the Goth, clawed hands sliding up and down his legs in appreciation. It almost felt as if Andreas was being drained, the fluids pulled and pumped out of him. There was something carnal about being 'fattened up' at dinner just to be fed from, but Rhett couldn't have been happier with his choices for his roommate. Andreas' nails, freshly painted with a glossy coat of black, scraped against the hard flooring of the gazebo, as his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

"Fuuuuuck..." he exhaled. Being drained like that by his otherworldly boyfriend felt so good, and so strangely invigorating. He had felt a pang of envy at first, knowing that he could have become a demon himself ages ago if only he had taken the engraved ring more seriously... but now he knew he had made the right choice. Letting Rhett corrupt him slowly and pleasurably was like an endless orgasm, like being constantly high with no hangover. It seemed the feeling was mutual.

There was a particular skill to making love. It was emotional, spiritual and most importantly, physical. Rhett had been working hard to balance. His clawed hands latched onto Andreas' hips to hold him steady, but as his head bobbed forward and back like a drinking bird, he was in desperate need of a counterbalance. His claws dug into the gazebo floor, scraping and cutting. A bulge started to form in his pants, but not from his erection. The skater's pert, bubble ass was growing and rounding, the cheeks pulling apart as a new knot of flesh and bone pulled away from his pelvis.

Wiggling and swinging in the dark, the knot pushed outward as new bone segments grew in between the gaps of others, wrapped with ligament and muscle, tissue and skin. It descended downward, extruding out from his body. It flexed and twisted, prehensile, adding that very needed counterbalance. It only served to make it easier for Rhett to feed from Andreas, drawing out from him. His stomach growled and gurgled, drawing in the combined ambrosia of his partner. Rhett's erection throbbed and ached as it surged out longer, his balls sagging lower.

Andreas felt Rhett's head bumping and impacting against his groin. The lovemaking was sloppy and rough, the impacts abrupt. Rhett was flushed and hot, sweat beading his brow. Even with that moisture, though, the skin on his temples reddened and inflamed, growing irritated and strained. He kept at it though, the pain throbbing and growing with each suckle. Bumps were forming on his forehead, the skin stretching to its utter limit.

Andreas glanced at his lover's shifting body illuminated only by the demon's flaming eyes and the pale moonlight shining over their debauchery. He couldn't see much in the dim light, but the spare glimpses of the unearthly creature made him hornier, and the more lustful he felt, the more unholy mixture of cum and piss his body seemed to excrete. His eyes focused on the rhythmic, hypnotic, almost snake-like movements of a brand-new appendage growing from Rhett's coccyx, long and sinuous and topped with what looked a ridged, blunted spear tip. In a way, it felt exactly like a...

"P-please, Rhett..." Andreas moaned, as two of his fingers slowly parted his sweaty ass cheeks, exposing a pulsating pucker. "F-fuck me with your tail. I need you inside of me..." He didn't know unprotected demon sex was going to change him somehow, but he was more than eager to try. At first Rhett was surprised and confused by Andreas' request, but as his orange eyes peeked back, he saw the whip-like extension weaving around. With a bit of focus and determination, he wielded control over it.

Claws slipped over Andreas' waistband, pulling his pants and underwear down even lower. His ass was as pale and perfect as the moon itself, but the fleshy tail slithering up between his globes was hot and firm. The tip flexed and flared, shifting from a spade to an almost arrowhead shape. It teased the puddy ring of flesh buried deep in the Goth's ass before, without warning, it surged and slid inside with a pop. Andreas let out a slutty groan and licked his lips; Rhett's tail felt better than any dildo - hell, better than any dick - he had ever taken up his ass. It was as if it was created for the express purpose of fucking and corrupting a naughty boy's hole like his own.

"Let's see if you can cum through it, huh?" he suggested, his forehead caked in sweat and strands of hair. "Make me like you, I want to be a sexy demon like you..."

"Yes, my master." Rhett grinned. The tail surged and slid, thrusting way deeper than any cock could get. It felt like it was probing Andreas' very soul as it slid in and out, working the ass to its limit. The strength was impressive, almost enough to lift the Goth up off his feet. Rhett, meanwhile, was drawing every last drop from Andreas' cock. As he got into the stride of it all, the strain reached the limit and the skin on his temples broke as black horn nubs emerged. They slid out, curving slightly. The new points rubbed Andreas' stomach as he fed, making it abundantly clear what had happened.

"Fuck, you got horns too? Now I'm REALLY jealous, Rhett..." Andreas grinned between one wanton noise and the next. Being sucked and fucked by a demon at the same time was making his impossibly long climax dozens of times more intense, his brain an elastic band inches from snapping, his body shaking in bliss-induced seizures. The idea of being his demonic lover's only source of nourishment was feeling him with a sense of accomplishment and happiness, albeit a twisted and dark kind of happiness. Every time the cock-tail in his ass scraped against his prostate, he could see black stars exploding in his eyes.

'Cum for me, for real this time...' Rhett's voice echoed in Andreas' mind even though the demon's mouth was full of cock. Even that didn't seem like enough as Rhett's jaw unclicked and he drew in even more, suddenly enclosing around Andreas' swollen and full balls. The purple tongue coiled around it all like a snake, squeezing and massaging and milking it as the demonic tail flared wider deep inside Andreas.

"Yes! Yes! ...YES!" Andreas grabbed Rhett by his small horns and pushed his impaled butt cheeks up, sinking his groin even deeper into the warm depths of the demon's mouth. His balls felt like they were about to explode... and in the end they almost did: with a churning sound that was almost audible by the Goth's ears - but didn't escape Rhett's much more sensitive hearing - a veritable torrent of musky, bitter cum was sprayed down the former skater's throat, completely overtaking the stream of gooey piss for a good minute.

The demonic runes flashed with vitality across Rhett's body, glowing even through the cotton of his t-shirt and gleaming all the more brightly in the exposed air. He savored the flavor and the taboo in equal measure, but as he filled himself, he had to fill Andreas as well. The long, serpentine tail slithered as deeply as it could within Andreas, the arrowhead tip swelling to make a good seal just before it erupted - not quite with cum, but with something else. It was fluid and free flowing, hot and heavy. At first Andreas thought it was simply cum, but it was more than that. There was a tang, a bite, a sharp edge to it almost like it was laced with some sort of soul corroding venom. It hadn't reached its most potent, and with Rhett being Andreas' familiar there seemed to be some shield to its effects, but the power of it was tangible. It was as if the venom was trying to tarnish his very soul.

Andreas, however, welcomed the corruptive fluid with all his being: he had dreamt about turning into a demon since he was a teenager, and had fantasized about it countless times while jerking off... and now, what had always felt like nothing more than a chimera was actually happening. He could feel the demonic venom spreading through his body, entering his blood stream, wrapping tiny tentacles around his heart, and even lodging itself into his brain; he groaned in pure, bestial pleasure as his eyes tingled and throbbed, his corneas filling themselves with the very darkness that had invaded his lithe body, while his irises slowly shifted into a beautiful supernatural silver shade that started shining quietly, the moon to his partner's blazing flames.

The Goth grinned in primal joy as his tongue caressed his canines, feeling the enamel extend into short, pointy fangs just as the polish on his nails permanently merged with them, creating small, but definite dark claws. His new claw-tipped fingers tucked a strand of jet-black hair behind one of his ears just as its tip developed into a point, giving him a dark elvish look. As his now almost fully demonic boyfriend kept nourishing himself from his lengthy orgasm, Andreas sighed in impure bliss: his soul had been tarnished forever, just like he had always dreamed about. There was no going back now.

****

A cold wind blew through the bare trees glittering with the frozen dew, sparkling in the faint silver winter light. The quad was covered in a blanket of snow and footsteps carved out paths along the cement walkways. The snowstorm had led the students to take refuge inside where furnaces pumped their fiery inferno out of vents to create brick lined saunas. Beer was plentiful in the fraternity buildings and it was hot enough for students to go without shirts down the hallways. For Rhett, it was a visual buffet.

The demon leaned against the cinder block wall outside his dorm room, his spade tipped tail swinging behind him, his black and yellow sweatpants pulled down low enough to accommodate it. Even with the baggy material, a huge bulge extended out from his groin. His horns glistened beneath the fluorescent lights, matching his dark claws. Rhett's orange eyes drank in the visage of the other dorm residents, looking at their fit and firm bodies. He felt like a beast sizing up prey, but all they could see was a shaggy haired, good natured skater. Only Andreas could see through his glamor.

"Hey..." a meek, miserable voice reached Rhett's ears. Andreas approached him, his black leather bag full of the textbooks he had needed for his daily courses, hanging from his slightly hunched back. He was wearing his usual beanie, a pair of round sunglasses and thin, black gloves over his hands and forearms, but he looked pretty much the same as usual... although gone was his chipper, overexcited, lustful area. He looked more like a shadow of himself, like something was missing that was forcing him to function at a much lower level of intensity.

Rhett lowered his horned head just a bit, feeling the weight that saddled Andreas' soul. His lifelong dream of being turned into a demon had stalled out, and not for lack of trying. For two weeks they'd gone at it like rabbits, trying to coax more of a shift in the Goth, but aside from the slight and subtle changes in the gazebo, nothing had happened. Despite the joy of corrupting Rhett, Andreas was growing more depressed by the day. It was a painful burden to carry, but Rhett had a slight smile despite that. He'd done some research.

"Welcome home, my dark one." Rhett said, kissing Andreas' lips even though several of their neighbors could see, sliding his bookbag off his shoulder in the process, "I have a surprise for you." he whispered as he led Andreas inside. The dark-haired boy sighed as he took off his glasses: other than his black scleras and silver irises, his upper eyelids had darkened out as if he was wearing eyeshadow. Apart from that, he was still the same as before.

"I'm sorry, Rhett, I... didn't mean to sour the mood." He took off his gloves, revealing his short black claws. "It's just that, you know... you look like a fallen angel and me, well... I look like a cheap cosplayer." He sighed again and sat on the bed, taking off his boots to free his clawed toes. "Before the surprise, though... Can I ask you how are you feeling? Are you adjusting well to your new existence? I think this is something worth documenting, after all." His curiosity hadn't been quenched by the disappointment, at least.

'Well... I seem to have had an influence, directly and indirectly. I've got a lot of my classmates drinking a lot more fluids than they did before. They're having to go to the bathroom a bunch more and it is pissing the professors off." Rhett grinned, "No one can see through my guise either. Even my reflection looks normal, but I know I've got these horns right here..." he purred, "It's all thanks to you. I feel amazing." he said, leaning over to kiss Andreas softly again. The Goth boy kissed back, caressing the bearded cheek of his lover; without even realizing it at first, he felt the leash made of purple energy wrapping around his other palm.

"You are amazing, Rhett," Andreas murmured, his silver eyes sparking. "Do you feel like you could change more? Or do you feel like you have reached your true demon form?"

"I'm not sure, but... I'm thinking about something else first." Rhett said, moving over to the counter by the windowsill. Sitting on the counter was a long cardboard tube with white plastic caps. It was the sort of container used for mailing posters or other documents that couldn't be folded. Rhett removed one of the caps and reached in, withdrawing what appeared to be some sort of parchment or aged onion-skin paper. Rhett started to unfold it, revealing brownish-black faded ink with the same sort of writing that had been on the cock ring. Rhett looked back over his shoulder at Andreas, "I got you a present..." he repeated. Andreas looked puzzled and stared at the old parchment, trying to decipher its contents.

"This is..." he murmured. "A balancing ritual? Wait, where did you find it, Rhett?! Did you order it online or something? This looks... incredibly ancient and valuable." His otherworldly eyes widened. "Wait, was this the surprise you mentioned?"

"It's actually an owner's manual for the ring you gave me. I got it from a website that I don't even know how I found, I just sort of... blacked out while I was typing." Rhett explained, "But it goes over that the catalyst for this particular ring... is the golden lure of a demon's waste. And that's what you used to change me the first time, piss..." Rhett said. Andreas nodded, still entranced by the words written on the parchment, which probably just looked like a bunch of gibberish and squiggly lines to an untrained eye.

"I see, I see... but it does say here..." he pointed at the page. "That if you want to balance... wait, lemme see..." He carefully grabbed the ancient piece of paper. "'Should the ritual be completed, the ring will be absorbed by the body'... yeah, I know that already. Oh, okay, here it is! 'In case creating a familiar was not the intended effect of the ritual, the summoner can rebalance the demonic energies and break the bond of submission by willingly submitting themselves to the same catalyst they have used during the change, in order to...'" His eyes grew so wide they looked like they were going to escape from their sockets. "By Astaroth, you are right, Rhett! It's piss! It was always the key!"

"Who would have thought, the only thing holding us back all this time was not being kinky enough." Rhett grinned, showing off his fangs. Andreas, however, wasn't even listening; in five seconds flat he was completely naked and was rubbing Rhett's huge package with a feverish look in his silver irises.

"Come on, Rhett... fill me, pretty please?" he murmured in a sultry tone. "I want to feel what you feel, I want to be bonded with you for all eternity... once we are done here we can find a way to open a portal to Hell, I'm sure there's a lot of demons there that we could have fun with..."

"You want me to just fill you?" Rhett asked, "I bet my hot piss would look good on that pale skin of yours too..." the demon growled happily.

"Mmh, fuck, you think just pissing on me would change me?" Andreas panted, his cock already dripping copious amounts of pre. "Can you imagine how hot it would be if it was that simple? We could piss in a beer keg and corrupt an entire frat in the span of ten minutes! Oh, now we HAVE to try it!" The Goth was back to his old excitable, happy self. "Should we do it here? Maybe not, we might have still to live here for the time being, am I right? Maybe in the shower room, like last time?"

"You're right... being piss demons, we couldn't stand to have the smell around our home..." Rhett said with a barb of sarcasm. Andreas grinned and jokingly punched Rhett on a prominent pec.

"Hey, I'm not a piss demon yet!" he exclaimed, before kissing his boyfriend once again. He then lay on the floor, his pale cock fully erect, his pointed ears twitching gently. "I'm ready. Corrupt me, stud." Rhett grinned at that, pulling off his hoodie. There was something so surreal about seeing the nineteen-year old's fit, firm, perfect body corrupted with the taint of a demon, seeming so confident and casual. Even with the blinds shut, there was a haze of silver light behind him that only made his horns stand out all that much more. His eyes burned brightly in contrast to the shadows on his face. The hoodie cast aside, he dropped his sweatpants next, revealing that he had not been wearing any underwear. His corrupt, swollen cock bobbed and wobbled before him, inhumanly long. Veins pulsed along its length hypnotically.

Wicked, clawed fingers coiled around that rod as he stroked himself back and forth, back and forth, rolling his head back as his dirty brown hair brushed the nape of his neck. He brought his head back up, grinning a fang filled smile before he relaxed the all-important muscles keeping the contents of his bladder back. Despite the body heat of a demon, Rhett's piss was hotter. He could feel it push down his length through his urethra before it erupted suddenly, arcing down and hitting Andreas squarely in the chest.

The sudden impact felt as if someone had plunged a hot iron into a bucket full of cool water. The heat billowed and steamed up inside of Andreas, filling a hole in his chest he hadn't known he'd had. It splattered across him, flecks landing on his face and arms, his legs and the carpet. Rhett was shameless, but he also had a mission. He aimed his cock down, coating Andreas' own manhood which suddenly throbbed and burned and stung and buzzed with such energy. Before he could indulge in the deluge too much, Rhett lifted his cock, guiding the stream up and up until he was aiming squarely at Andreas' face.

Andreas' body jerked and twisted on the floor, his mouth hanging open, his face stupefied. His limbs were on fire, every cell of his body was singing, his heart was deflagrating in his chest. The power of darkness he had so often dreamed and fantasized about was filling him to the brim through the scalding hot piss of his demonic lover, forcing him to mutate to his very core.

"I love you, Rhett..." he had the time to shout before the stream of piss hit him in the face, forcing him to gulp down mouthful after mouthful of corruptive, acrid, disgustingly delightful demon urine. Seeing the golden stream down his face, dribbling from his chin wasn't enough. Even seeing his naked, pale body glistening with it wasn't enough. Rhett felt an urge, a need, a power - and he had to use it. He stepped forward, clawed fingers sinking into Andreas' hair before he pulled him close. The unending torrent of piss disappeared from view as the demon's cock head popped into the Goth's mouth, feeding him directly... but even that wasn't enough.

Using his grip, Rhett thrust forward, bumping the back of Andreas' throat before sliding down. Rhett started to thrust back and forth languidly, fluidly, pissing the entire time. He throat-fucked his roommate, pumping him full of piss with every passing second. It only took a few moments to fill Andreas' stomach conventionally, but there was so much more to do. As Rhett kept pouring, Andreas felt a pressure starting to build inside of him again. It was a familiar sensation of piss building up, but it was far from a familiar location.

Andreas' hot balls had sagged away from his body as a natural reaction to so much body heat. That remote distance, however, had given them ample room as they started to swell again. Having already stretched out, Andreas didn't notice at first, but eventually the weight was enough to draw his focus. The sack bloated out enough to lose all its wrinkles, stretched and teased until the flesh darkened from pale ivory to a darker grayish tone. It sloshed and wobbled with Rhett's thrusts, obviously filling up fast.

The changing Goth groaned, or at least tried to, but his mouth and throat were too full of cock for that. He realized he had no gag reflex anymore, and his eyes looked up at his beautiful boyfriend towering over him, facefucking him with abandon.

In the meantime, the bloated ball sack between his legs was still inflating and tensing, like the most unholy of water balloons, now looking oily and shiny and black as if it was made of polished rubber. His cock, still pale and now tiny in comparison, was quickly engulfed by the dark and smooth demonic scrotum, and Andreas distinctly felt it getting absorbed and disappearing, leaving him sexless; not that he cared about his now lack of a penis, the corruption filling him felt so good and right that he was perfectly okay with it. He was a total bottom slut, after all, so he didn't need a dick if he could still orgasm anally... but he also was - or at least was soon going to be - a piss demon, which meant he did need something to share his curse (or gift, depending on the recipient) with the rest of the world.

As Rhett kept pumping gallon after gallon of golden fluid into Andreas' body, his mutated scrotum underwent a different change; four hard, evenly spaced bumps appeared on the otherwise uniform surface, throbbing and twisting and shaking as if they were alive... which, in a sense, they were. Andreas was full of piss from head to toe, the urine collecting most in his stomach, bladder, and what had once been his sack. The glistening, leathery pouch was clearly something different, something new. It contained piss, both Rhett and Andreas', and it would soon have a way to share that corrupted bounty.

The wriggling, twisting nubs continued to grow and stretch, almost as if they were growing hard like an erection... except few erections could move with a will of their own. The nubs stretched out as long as Andreas' fingers, then longer than the cock he had once had. They moved independently, twisting and coiling, prehensile. Tiny slits opened up on the end of each of the nubs, but they clearly weren't quite teats or penises. They were a hybrid, something different and new and combined, tentacle-like in their ability as they squirmed. With just a few flexes of eldritch capacity, they also didn't seem to want to waste any time. Two of them wrapped gently but firmly around Rhett's powerful ankles, while a third - extending much more than its initial appearance might have suggested to be possible - probed his anus, secreting the same gooey mixture of piss and cum to serve as a lubed as it wormed inside.

Lost in the pleasure of being throat-fucked by his boyfriend while tentacle-buttfucking him, Andreas lifted one of his arms dreamily, as if he was moving underwater; he admired with corrupted joy the blackness of his claws spreading down his fingers, then his palms, then his wrists and up until his elbows, converting his skin into a glossy, shiny substance that felt like breathing, living rubber. It was like he was wearing the sexiest pair of opera gloves, all while his short claws extended into thin but deadly talons, anchored by the new material.

As the rubbery chitin reached his upper forearm, something else began to happen. The liminal, ethereal connection between them became far less subtle. The purple energy grew brighter and brighter, more tangible, more visible. The link throbbed and pulsed until it shattered in an instant. Particles of corrupt energy rained down across Andreas' naked, soaked body. Rhett was no longer a familiar or a pet. He was an equal, a companion, a partner. The two were equally fallen and equally corrupt, lost to the golden allure of an act long considered taboo.

The dissipation of the magical leash caused the rest of the energy to be reabsorbed by Andreas' body, causing more and more changes in rapid succession: his legs, just like his arms, were similarly coated in a sexy, dark, rubbery sheen. The permanent eyeshadow on his eyelid, in the meantime, seemed to spread wings, spider legs and spirals, covering the sides of Andreas' face with complex, meticulously traced tattoos. A small nub appeared right above his tight, muscular butt cheeks, and when he teased it with his clawed fingers, a giggle escaped from his lips, while his fourth tentacle-dick began spewing its unholy concoction all over the carpeted floor, staining it irrevocably.

Rhett reluctantly withdrew his cock, now spent, from his lover's mouth. He crouched down to kiss him, sharing the last aftertaste of tart piss. While the kiss was romantic, Rhett reached down around Andreas' waist, his clawed fingers finding the new nub. He massaged and kneaded it, trying to coax it out. The massage seemed to work, allowing Andreas' tail to start extruding out from his tailbone, filling out in moments.

As his tail grew, the brand-new demon moaned, revealing a mouth full of cute but pointy fangs. His tongue - long, black, more tubular in shape than before and with a distinct slit - slithered out, dripping golden piss-saliva on the floor. Two big dollops landed on Andreas' nipples, which started to darken and become more rubbery in mere seconds. The lithe demonic twink squeezed his small but compact pecs, causing twin streams of urine to spray from his now black nipples, hitting Rhett square in his much more developed chest.

Rhett's demonic tattoos flashed, and his dangerous, deadly mouth of fangs roared before he latched onto Andreas' chest, nibbling and biting and tugging on his nipple. He suckled and savored the flavor, his cock rising back to full hardness in moments. They were like perpetual energy machines, feeding off one another and making up for any entropy that occurred.

Andreas groaned as his chest was attacked with such passionate ferocity, wrapping his claws around his boyfriend's head, playing with his sweaty hair, tickling his ears. His forehead throbbed as twin spirals of blackness emerged from his skin without even puncturing it, before coalescing into cute, small pointy horns. At the same time, a spaded tip blossomed at the end of his tail.

The former Goth and now demon exhaled, looking at his slender, corrupted body. It felt so good to have finally become what he knew he had always been destined to be. For the first time in his life, he felt perfect. It was a sensation so exhilarating that all his tentacle cocks started spewing out gooey cum-piss at the same time, creating a small, smelly lake at their feet. Across the room, the onion-skin paper parchment began to sizzle and glow, along with the writing around the base of Rhett's cock. After so long, the forbidden act was complete. The corruption would soon be like an over-full bladder; spraying uncontrollably across all of those that could not resist its golden allure.