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--1

Anakris peered up and gazed upon a statue of a fearsome demon cast from solid gold, embellished with gems where appropriate. The demon so expensively immortalized was a goat-legged beast with thighs thicker than tree trunks and a torso of flawless musculature. The eyes were portrayed with rubies that caught the setting sun and glowed. These stones were set deeply in a face that seemed equine with gnarled but symmetrical ram horns erupting from the skull.

Moloch Sulusk read the header of the inscription. The rest was in ancient demon tongue, a retired, flowery script which not even the oldest of hellbound beasts spoke anymore.

Built to scale, the statue towered ten feet taller than Anakris and this measurement neglected the pedestal it stood on. The demon king's member hung between his legs without modesty in astonishing size and detail, its shape purely equine.

The sight of the statue's endowment didn't faze Anakris. Culturally, demons were not known for their modesty and more often than not Anakris appeared nude or close to it with mere accessories that did nothing to provide decency. He was hardly alone in this near-constant state of undress.

This desire to wear as little as possible synergized well with his new job, for as a guard in Sulusk's estate he was dressed from head to toe but not contiguously. His cloven hooves were bare, legs were shielded with shin and knee guards. More plating wrapped around his thighs but stopped inches before his groin. On his arms the armor was even scarcer and it amounted only to bracelets and shoulder guards which looked more like bangles. From the bottom edges of his shoulders to the middles of his forearms, he was exposed.

He didn't wear a helmet, not even a cap, and his neck was bare. This was a contrast to the fact that a great many employers put collars on their employees whether their role was sexual or not. This was another intrinsically kinky part of demon culture.

For all the armor's scantiness Anakris had been issued a loincloth, and what a loincloth it was. It was made from well-tanned flexible leather dyed a burgundy shade which complimented the dried-blood tones of the palace. Anakris additionally thought that the color complimented his black fur. Most things complimented him, for a handsome and able-bodied hellhound such as himself could pull off practically any outfit.

Being six-foot-six put Anakris at an average height for a demon. He was handsome and youthful in appearance, compact-muscular in design. Dominantly he was black but silvery gray went unbroken from his neck to his loins and from there a short distance down either thigh and all the way along the bottom of his tail. Interrupting these two tones were stylish marks in vibrant red. Dashes in sets of three marked his outer thighs and shoulders and a steady trail of half-rings followed the black top half of his tail all the way to its' tapered tip. More subtle instances broke up the otherwise solid black of his ears but the most noticeable of them all were triangles under both eyes, pointed downwards. All in all Anakris was not very vibrant, but given his status as a demon, this was normal.

A source of perturbation for Anakris was the fact that his loincloth was very literal. It covered only his loins and left his behind naked. It was trivial to drape his thick tail over his rear to obscure it but the fact that his rump was to be left bare in the first place made him question wearing any kind of attire at all.

Despite these curiosities the money was too great to ignore. Also great was the prestige of being a guard for the demon lord Sulusk, who despite his tens of thousands of years was no less fearsome a leader or commander. Anakris merely resigned himself to being bottomless.

--2

The first moon had long since risen and it peered through the foyer's glass roof with an ethereal glow. Unlike the mortal plane, the underworld had three moons. Each was blood-red and each lazily drifted through the night sky one after the other. They provided ample light well after the unforgiving sun vanished on the horizon.

A diligent but bored Anakris peered up at the moon and felt a twinge in his loins, a desire to fuck that hadn't been there previously. Every native of the underworld seemed had an affinity for one of the moons and gazing upon it could profoundly change their mood one way or another. As such, each night was colorful across the land of demons. Anakris' affinity happened to be with the first of the blood moons.

It would have been trivial to quickly rub one out there and then, he thought. Though it was a massive focal point, the foyer and its child halls were all tiled and hooves could be heard well before their owners were seen. He peered one way and then the other and repeated this ritual a few times with the other branching halls before he settled against the sturdy pedestal of Sulusk's statue. Smiling coyly, he lay his spear aside and slipped his paws under his loincloth from either side.

Like any demon, Anakris had a sex drive that couldn't be stopped. Almost immediately he was hard, his knotted endowment an impossible-to-miss lump beneath the loincloth, made all the more conspicuous by his stroking paw. He bit his lip, huffed, gazed up at the moon and stroked himself more quickly by the second.

The first heavy clop of a hoof startled him and stopped him red-handed. When he heard more steps he unhanded his cock, scrambled for his spear, stood at attention in more than one way. His cock was a painfully obvious tent pole in the loincloth.

"At ease, recruit," the guard captain coolly said as he trudged past Anakris out from one hall and towards another. Much like Anakris the captain was also a hellhound, colored royal blue and charcoal to Anakris' black and gray. He was a sight more embellished with greater horns (a sign of age among demons like rings in a tree) though he wore the same backless loincloth.

"Sorry," Anakris mumbled, preoccupied by his somehow-unnoticed erection and now the captain's ass as well.

The moment passed without incident but Anakris didn't risk jerking off again. Besides, he asked himself, what about the mess? Even the least potent of demons could make horrendously sloppy messes. Balls as thick as oranges and a tail that could be easily bent into a makeshift dildo made Anakris a virile beast. No, it was better not to give the tile his own special wax. In time his erection waned but the blue balls left him wincing and huffing.

An hour came and went and the dull ache in his loins had Anakris ready to try masturbating again. If he did it would have been for relief first and pleasure second. Before he could muster the nerve the guard captain traipsed by again and this time he took greater notice of the recruit. He nodded sharply and earned the same from Anakris who did his best to remain formal.

"Evening, recruit," he said with his paws clasped behind his back. His sword was sheathed at his hip. Recruits got less-deadly spears. "Is everything in order?"

"Yes sir," Anakris answered. He tried to hide the strain in his voice but the captain wasn't stupid. He could spot a wince anywhere.

"Is there a problem, recruit?" he asked, tilted his head slightly. "Seems you're uncomfortable."

"It's nothing, sir," Anakris said sheepishly.

"I said," growled the captain, "seems you're uncomfortable. Is that right?"

Anakris paused. It was a challenging situation to have a captain busting his already-sore balls. Warily he played along. "Yes, sir. I'm uncomfortable."

With a wink but no smile the captain said, "I've got an easier post for you. Should help you relax and take care of that discomfort." He stepped up, clapped one paw down on the younger hellhound's shoulder and cupped his balls through the loincloth with the other. Anakris' eyes bulged slightly. "New recruit like you needs to stay in good health and, more importantly, on duty."

Cutely for a demon, Anakris opened his mouth to speak but let out only a squeak.

At this the captain treated himself to one tiny smirk. "Go down that hallway," he pointed, "and then down the third hall on the left. Go all the way to the end of that and head through the doors."

"I, uh, all right," Anakris muttered and softly ground into the paw of the captain who regrettably let him go. As he walked off for the hall he heard the captain call to him, "And keep it under your loincloth, recruit!"

--3

Too unfamiliar with Sulusk's palace to be an effective guard yet, Anakris merely followed his captain's orders down the hall, now off the third hall on the left. Dozens of doors passed as he walked and now he came to a grand set of double-doors. This was a wing of the palace he hadn't been shown on his quick tour before he slipped the loincloth on but he expected nothing special. From what the captain had said he had an expectation of a quiet and less-traveled place where he might rub one out. To open the doors and step into Sulusk's silk-and-frills harem almost stopped Anakris' heart.

Twinks of mortal and demon blood mingled freely among their lavish playroom. A bed in the bloody colors of the palace accommodated several in a gentle, undulating orgy. A small warmed pool kept several others occupied and their paws did unspeakable things beneath the shimmering water. Those who weren't so occupied or were but had curious minds glanced over to Anakris. Some giggled and some cooed but none approached. That honor was left to Anakris and he partook of it slack-jawed and blushing.

At the edge of the harem itself he stood and stared. Cock harder than ever but spear limp at his side, it was clear that he was a new guard. To the boys in the harem, that meant fresh meat.

Anakris couldn't decide what was most enticing. The orgy? The marble pool? Or just the others who sat on the furniture while they cuddled and brushed each other? He didn't know if he was actually supposed to be here but dead reckoning had brought him to this slice of heaven in hell.

From the sofas came a gentle yet authoritative voice. "Are you our new guard?"

Anakris followed the voice to its source and came to a few harem boys on one of the plush loveseats. He who had spoken was a fox with a raccoon's mask markings and bands on his tail and silky blonde hair. His slender young body was dressed as one might expect from a typical harem boy with a small open vest, a tight thong and bangles on the ankles and wrists, all of these items in purple with gold trim. Every other boy who was dressed wore identical items and each had a blood red collar on his neck.

"I... Think so," Anakris mumbled. On either side of the foxcoon were a skunk and a blue jay and they both laughed sweetly. The foxcoon did not, but he smiled thinly.

"You must be new," said the skunk.

"Yeah," the hellhound admitted.

"That means you're our guard, then," the skunk grinned.

Anakris' loincloth was still tented and his balls throbbed painfully. He would have bent any one of these fabulous young things over and filled them up in minutes flat. He held his spear upright, butted its bottom edge into the carpeting. "What--, um, what does being your guard entail?"

The foxcoon snaked his paw down into the skunk's thong, cupped his modest crotch for a moment. Quickly his paw moved clearly south and he pushed his fingers deep into the black and white twink. Anakris was too busy chewing his lower lip and staring to realize he'd been ignored.

"Ooh, the new guard is cute," crooned the skunk. He peered sideways at Anakris and nosed into the foxcoon's neck. "Look how big he is under that loincloth..."

The blue jay smiled and giggled, covered his beak with a downy hand. "Being our guard means you stand by the entrance and you guard us, silly. What were you expecting?"

This flustered Anakris, left him blushing and mumbling. "Well, I'm, I--!"

Despite being knuckle-deep in the skunk, the foxcoon turned his head to Anakris and grinned malevolently. "Did you expect to fuck us? Silly guard, if Sulusk found out you'd been sticking it in his harem boys he'd make you wear your cock on a necklace chain."

Even with that likely possibility in mind Anakris didn't lose his erection. He looked at the twinks a moment longer before he trudged off to his post. To try and keep the boys off of his mind he kept his back to them but he couldn't escape the sounds of their cooing and moaning. Anakris shuddered hard and wished he'd never taken the job.

Into the foxcoon's ear the skunk whispered, "He really is cute. Can I have this one first?"

"No," the foxcoon said emphatically. "You had the last three."

--4

In short order the foxcoon fingered and jerked the skunk to gratification. His blue jay companion, not to be ignored, got a quick but intense blowjob. All of this Anakris suffered blushing and shifting from hoof to hoof, ever avoiding the urge to jerk off. He spared peeks back, saw bouncing asses and bobbing heads and he heard the most unbearable moans imaginable. Why didn't I sign up to be a harem boy? That would be the life...

With his unstated obligations to the skunk and blue jay satiated, the foxcoon stood up from the sofa and left them to their own devices. Paw pads silent on the carpet, he crept right up behind Anakris and grabbed his taut ass in both paws. Anakris yelped, whipped his head around, caught the twink with needful eyes. "Why do you keep teasing me?" he whined.

If the twink was doing anything it was far from teasing, though it may have seemed that way for the moment. Curt smile on his lips, he knelt, parted Anakris' ass cheeks. The demon's blush hit a new peak at this alone but somehow brightened when the foxcoon's cool nose bumped against the waiting, winking pucker between Anakris' cheeks.

Whether the twink practiced on his fellow harem boys or if Sulusk himself often got rimmed, this foxcoon knew what he was doing with his stern licks and frequent kisses. In a matter of seconds Anakris was doubled over, relying on his sturdy spear for support. He held his tail high and his knotted meat drooled its slippery pre onto the floor to stain the carpeting. From his maw came a steady stream of croons and groans. Soon every twink in the room watched intently.

Soft licks on the surface of the pucker soon gave over to more intimate slurps inside of those anal walls. With a long and dexterous tongue the foxcoon slathered his slobber deep inside of Anakris, made the demon pant and throb beneath his loincloth. Anakris would have loved to be jerked off by those silky paws but to feel them caressing his ass cheeks and his thighs was pleasure enough. Anakris was a complete whore for any kind of rimjob. For the twink to have his number didn't bother him at all.

On one occasion the twink's paws migrated to Anakris' hot and heavy balls and purposely avoided his knotted cock. With his soft mitts he groped and rolled them pretty roughly, though to Anakris this was pure pleasure. One had to go far past the threshold of pain to harm a demon. Up until then it was indistinguishable from pleasure.

In his thong the twink had an erection of his own and its modest size struggled cutely against the fabric. Thanks to the canine alignment of his genitals it was able to slip out through the waistband when he shifted on his knees and its pink length dribbled pre, though nowhere to the extent that Anakris' length did.

The foxcoon pulled back his tongue but fast replaced it with the very same fingers he'd used on the skunk. He pumped Anakris' slick hole quickly, sometimes parted them to open the hellhound up and all the while the guard whined and panted in a doggish manner. "Oh, yes, finger me deep!" Anakris gasped and grinned, eyes clenched shut.

With a grin on his face the foxcoon asked, "What about something bigger than my fingers?" He drove them in hard, curled them, pushed his padded fingertips into Anakris' prostate with deliberate skill and made him cry out.

"Ah, you want to fuck me?" the demon tentatively asked between huffs. "What about Sulusk?"

After one more pump and rub the twink yanked his fingers back and left Anakris' asshole nicely loosened. As he stood and shoved down the thong he said, "Sulusk would kill you if you fucked me. I may fuck you to my heart's desire." With that he prodded his pointed, pink cock to the hellhound's pucker. With both paws on the demon's hips he drove his cock home before the demon could protest.

Anakris didn't stand up straight but his spine arched and his tail lashed. A cry of pure pleasure escaped his lips which soon pursed again. Beneath his weight the spear bowed but didn't snap, for Sulusk didn't furnish his guards with cheap weapons.

On the harem boy's face was a wide and toothy grin as he ground his knot up against Anakris' quivering pucker. The demon's anal flesh was all too eager to receive that knot but the time wasn't quite right, that honor made for the last throes of the fuck. Even as much of a slut as he was Anakris knew and respected that much. Despite the understanding there was a game to play and appearances to keep up and so he gasped, "Ooh, fuck! Knot me!"

"In that order," sneered the foxcoon while his slim hips began to move. With dancer's grace and sinewy muscle he moved smoothly and fucked Anakris with deceptive skill. Being an experienced slut made Anakris a discerning bottom, and he could tell that the foxcoon knew what he was doing.

Over and over and with malicious intent to teas, the foxcoon bumped his knot against the new guard's pucker with a little more force every time. There wasn't enough force behind his grinds to pop the knot inside and this pacing was deliberate, the teasing too enjoyable to truncate, his orgasm too far away to tie the knot just yet and so he merely fucked the demon. He clutched those firm hips, spanked that muscular ass with his pelvis. The twink's balls crashed into Anakris' again and again, white and silver fur meeting and becoming indistinguishable in the quickening blur of the swats.

Anakris panting now, chest heaving for breath. Fucked on his first day of the job and by a mortal slut but by no means was he complaining. A bottom to the core, Anakris queerly savored the difference of classes at play, accepted his role beneath even this most disposable of fuckthings. He could only hope that this job would hold out, as would this post.

"Ah, jerk me off please," Anakris gasped, face twisted in the bliss of sex. His loincloth refused to stain with pre but it was certainly slick. Its bottom edge dripped with the demon's natural lubrication.

Unintentionally Anakris clenched around the twink's cock, milked great squirts of pre out of it and that pleasure alone was what spurred the boy to oblige the guard. With silky pads and velvet fur he reached under the side of Anakris' loincloth, clutched his big black cock, groped its knot tightly. At once Anakris howled, clenched harder, arched to an even greater angle. Had his feet ended in toes they would have curled.

The twink jerking on Anakris' swollen penis now, rutting into his needful ass at a wonderful speed. Anakris howling, whimpering the praises of this rough and ready fuck with little in the way of articulacy. He parted his legs a bit further and gave his young, mortal dominator unhindered access to his ass and he was rewarded with deeper thrusts and rougher grinds. That knot grinding against his asshole now and only just opening up the pucker, each grind a promise of what was to come. Rough, angry growls coming from the twink to contrast Anakris' dissonant yelps, gasps and needful cries to accompany this brutal anal sex and harsh handjob. Neither creature would last another ten seconds.

It came to be that Anakris got off a moment before the twink, spurted his sticky semen against his loincloth and thus made a mess of the ornate carpet below. In the delightful anal reflex that accompanies a climax he clenched like a vise around Desmond's invading member but did nothing to stop the knot as it ground, rubbed and finally popped in. There was no pain in the cry Anakris made, just abiding pleasure. The twink made no noise and only hunkered down over Anakris, wrapped his arm around the demon's chest, kept stroking his black shaft with the other. Though a mortal's climax would always pale in comparison to a demon's the twink dumped quite a hefty load into the new guard. Undoubtedly the hellhound's gaped asshole would leak foxcoon seed in the coming hours.

Huffing, gasping and grinning like a fool was Anakris. "Ooh, sweet satisfaction," he crooned.

A grin on the foxcoon's face, but infinitely more malicious. "Likewise." He stood up straight, braced his paws on the hellhound's hips. A glance back showed him hungry eyes, hard cocks, all harem boys awaiting their turn. Never one to deny his brethren the twink pulled back harshly, pushed Anakris forward with the same exertion and popped his knot free. Anakris whelped and immediately his invitingly worn-out tail hole dribbled with the tod's seed.

"Ouch, what did you do that for?" Anakris winced.

"Because," the foxcoon cooed while the skunk drew near and took hold of Anakris' ass in his own greedy paws, "my turn's over, demon."

There was a moment of shock and a brief yelp when the surprisingly hung twink of a skunk impaled Anakris and got right to work. Again the hellhound bent over his spear, kept his tail up high, and smiled dully. Being a new recruit wasn't so bad.