High School is Hell - Sloth

Apathy

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'Just being in the Swamps sapped all the strength from by body. All the excitement of being in this grand adventure bled from my body with every step like the mushy, muddy ground was slowly dragging me into its depths. The air was thick, taking more and more effort to breathe and with each breath, I was forced to wonder if it was worth breathing at all. It did not help that the pools that the upper class Sloth Demons lounge in looked warm and inviting and the lower class demons groomed and waited on them hand and foot.'

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Flash was awoken from his comfortable nap by a terrible sensation like a tsunami had just hit him head on. He tumbled to his side, flailing madly and let out a yelp. The strange bed, the unfamiliar scent of Russ' room and the surprise that he had actually slept disoriented him. He jumped to his feet, facing the south where that wave of demonic energy had originated from.

A soft growling brought his attention to Dante who was crouched on his haunches on Russ' other side like a guard dog barely kept on his master's leash; lips pulled back, fangs exposed and eyes levelled in the same southern direction. His hackles were raised and his muscles bunched.

"You felt that too, didn't you?" Russ rumbled, slowly rising from where he lay.

"It was... big," Flash muttered, his fingers flexing over and over again ready to tear into anyone that threatened his pack. The idea of a pack just jumped out at him and knocked him out of his tense stance. A flurry of emotions welled up inside of him as Russ slowly pulled his enormous weight out of the circular bed, putting himself higher than Flash. Looking up at the legendary hellhound just felt so right but Flash couldn't understand why.

"A lot of people were transformed... or at least touched by a demonic presence," answered Russ. He beckoned at his two pups as he headed towards the door. "Come on."

'Pups'. Again, it was a strange term that just popped into Flash's mind but it felt both right and weird at the same time. He followed Russ obediently out of his room into the library where Russ headed over to the Lodestone Map. There, he quickly activated it. There was a thick cloud of orange hanging over the southern parts of Angelton that definitely wasn't there before.

"What the hell is that...?" Flash asked.

"Sloth..." Dante responded, frowning at the cloud. "That's sloth... The Watch of Sloth was last seen at your place." He directed the last statement at Flash. "We just never retrieved..."

Russ let out a rumble. "Those artefacts have a will of their own. There were also so many people already there what with the police, emergency services and construction workers. It would've been futile to try and search all that rubble..." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I wonder if it just remained there for someone to pick up... it would fit the profile of sloth..." He growled and slammed a fist at the able, causing a sizeable dent in the wood. "Shit! Should've gone in and checked!"

"There's no way we could've known," Flash said. "Besides, I don't think you could've left either of us alone." He smirked and gave Dante a nudge with his elbow. "Would've been hard trying to go through that dump anyway especially with all the shit going on."

Russ did not seem pleased with himself but rumbled a faint acknowledgement. "We can't just let them do as they please. We've got to go there."

"Now?" Flash rubbed the back of his head. He glanced outside as noticed how the sun was just starting to set. "But... Dante and I have a date..." Dante's tail fluffed out in surprise and Flash wondered if he had forgotten.

"What's more important? The safety of thousands of mortals or your date?" Russ waved his paw in the direction of the map. "Sloth Demons are particularly dangerous because they are natural Generators. If we leave them for too long, their influence is just going to spread rapidly. People will be drawn to them without knowing it. Look how far it's already spread since that eruption."

On the map, the cloud of orange had covered a good portion of the southern district. It was far from Russ' place and even farther from the town proper but it was still very big. Luckily, homes around the 'rich district' were wide spread so very few people would be affected.

Flash folded his ears back. "Alright... I'll go cancel our reservation..." He turned to leave but paused when Dante's big paw seized his own. Just that little touch and the cute little smile that followed was enough for him.

He turned and headed back towards the kitchen where the phone was sitting, every step he took was heavy with disappointment. After his session with Russ, he was really looking forward to having some one-on-one time with Dante. Sucking Russ' dick was like the bridge he needed to get comfortable with being with another guy. And now...

"No," he told himself firmly. "Not going to be like that. We're going to kick some demonic ass, drink up on some demon juice, get horny and then I'm going to get Dante's fat cock up my ass again." He nodded at himself, accepting the plan as truth. All three of them did get incredibly horny after they consumed a lot of demonic power and they always had to clean up the corruption some demon left. So it was only naturally that he would help out Dante a little.

Feeling a little more confident with the turn of events, he picked up the phone and dialled the number for the restaurant. Cancelling the reservation was a little harder than he had expected. Even he didn't know how much he had bene looking forward the little outing. But if he still got to spend some time with Dante in the end even if it was fighting demons, he wasn't going to argue.

Once he was done, he began trying to compress his enormous, muscular form back into his human shape. It was an exercise that was getting harder and harder the longer he spent in his demonic form. He found Mondays to be extremely difficult since he generally spent two whole days as a hellhound uninterrupted. Though he was loathed to do it, he knew just what kind of shock someone seeing him in his full demonic form would be.

He grunted as all the crimson fur all over his body began to recede into his skin. The brimming muscles bulging all over his body shrank, his incredible height being pushed down to fit a human. There was a bit of discomfort along his muzzle as his fangs shrank back into omnivorous teeth though his canines did remain abnormally large. As his muzzle receded into his human face, he gave his ears one last little wiggle before they too shrank back into their rounded shape.

Moments later, Flash Goldman the human stood in the kitchen wearing only a black leather jacket. Only then did he feel naked despite his attire never having changed through the transformation. He wandered back into his room and threw on some clothes that Russ had bought for him. The shirt and jeans were a little bigger than what he used to wear as the transformation did give him a 12 or so more pounds of muscle. But he could still pass as a human.

He met Dante and Russ out in front of the house, his fellow hellhounds already dressed and back in their human shape. They jumped wordlessly into the Russ' van, their faces grim and focused. 'Game faces' as Coach Mitchell called them. There was a job in front of them and they couldn't let themselves get distracted.

Flash buckled up and ran through the various scenarios that would come at them. He was unsure what a 'Sloth Demon' was capable of and he braced himself for the worst. If their names were anything to go by, they would be lazy, lethargic fat-asses that probably wouldn't put up a fight. He shook the thought from his head and dismissed the assumption. Sloth Demons wouldn't be considered one of the 'Ten Great Mortal Vices' if they weren't dangerous.

Would they try to make him lazy? Maybe they had paralytic venom. Or would they be enormous fat blob that would crush them by rolling over them?

It killed him that he didn't know his enemy at all. At least with football games, he had some idea on who he was up against. Even the Pride and Deception Demons he had learned something from Virgil's diary but these demons... they were going in blind. At least he was. Russ had fought them before and Dante looked surprisingly calm, even going so far as to close his eyes and looking like he was meditating.

He didn't want to interrupt either of them. Some of the guys back at school had bizarre rituals before games. One guy always kissed the cross he had in his locker on each of the points. There another guy who wouldn't go out until his hair was perfect. Flash never believed in any of it despite being a rather avid follower of the occult. Those were just superstitions to him. The paranormal was what fascinated him and he realised for the first time that most of what he knew about the real world out there wasn't true.

He was out of his element and really only had Dante and Russ to support him. As the seconds ticked by while Russ drove them to the location of the thick haze of sloth were agony. He had no ritual to pass the time or to focus himself. He could only think about how unprepared he was.

Thinking back to the other times that he was taking a similar ride, at the very least he had been prepared. When heading towards Edward's place, he was brimming with energy and constantly fighting the boner from having been made into a demon recently. He had been asking Coach Mitchell questions the entire time they had headed to face off against the Torres family. But now...

The van came to a blissful stop and Russ' announcement of, "We're here" was an immense relief.

Flash was the first out of the van but the moment he saw his dilapidated former home and the big black limo parked in front of it, he froze. He was even more surprised to see his father standing beside the limousine dressed in an uncharacteristic white shirt and running shorts to show off his impressive muscle structure. He was talking to someone inside the limo, a broad grin on his features.

"Dad?"

Buck Goldman straightened from where he was leaning against the roof of the stretch vehicle. Surprise crossed his features but was then replaced by a big grin. "Flash! Son! Come over here and meet my good friend."

Flash was wary to obey and approached cautiously. He was scared of what he would see sitting inside the limo. Would it be some horrendous demon that would immediately seize his face and drag him into the darkness? Some horrid tentacle monster of doom that would proceed to rape him and suck out his soul?

Jeremiah Weathers' features were both a relief and a disappointment.

"Mr. Weathers," Flash said with a shaky smile. He held out his hand. The thin, pale man looked quite rattled and it looked like he was covered - no, drenched- in foul smelling sweat. Flash could smell the guy's fetid stench from where he stood and it was no wonder his dad stood decided to stand outside of the limo.

"You've met him before?" Buck asked.

"Heard of him," answered Flash. "Big money maker. Just like you." He tried to keep the venom out of the last three words any only partially succeeded.

"A pleasure to meet you." Jeremiah held out his hand and Flash shook it. The guy had a strong businessman's grip. "You've raised a quite a fine boy, Buck."

Flash was too polite to make a snappy comeback on just how much Buck had 'raised' him. Whatever he was thinking was interrupted when his dad's hand fell on his shoulder and gave it a powerful squeeze.

"He's my pride and joy," said Buck.

Flash furiously thought of Flint and, to a lesser extent, Dick. Buck did_have two other sons, after all. Flint was more academically inclined than he was and was probably primed to take over the family business but _no. The dumb, straight, All-American jock was his pride and joy. Flash seethed in fury quietly as he released Jeremiah Weathers' hand.

"Well, it has been a pleasure catching up, Buck," Jeremiah said, settling back into his limo. "But I really must be going."

"Of course," Buck answered with a polite nod. "If you need anything, you know where and how to reach me."

Jeremiah seemed nervous and gulped very loudly. He even went so far as to adjust his haphazardly tied tie and collar. "Y - Yes, of course." The window rolled up and the limo headed away in a hurry.

As it departed, Buck shrugged. "Nice fellow. Works too hard to get the better of me. He needs to relax."

"You're one to talk..." Flash muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

Quickly changing the subject, Flash turned towards where Dante and Russ were waiting. "Dad, this is Russ and Dante. I've been staying at Russ' place since the quakes."

Buck turned towards Russ, still keeping a hand on Flash's shoulder as he extended another towards Russ. "Ah, thank you for accommodating my son. I hope he hasn't been any trouble."

"It's been my pleasure, honestly," Russ responded, shaking Buck's hand. "He is a very strong, mature and passionate young man."

"That he is. Just as I was telling Jerry, he is my pride and joy." He then turned towards Dante. "And you are Virgil's grandson, if I remember correctly. Shaun's boy."

That was the last straw.

Flash pulled away from Buck's grip and stood beside Dante. He wrapped an arm around Dante's waist, pulling his mate towards himself. Dante let out a faint but very cute squeak.

"He's also my boyfriend, dad."

That look of surprise on Buck's face was utterly priceless. Flash dearly wished that he could have taken a picture right there and then. He just had to be satisfied with forever ingraining that look into his mind and holding it in his very soul forever.

"Your... boyfriend..." Buck repeated.

"Yeah dad. I'm gay. Just like Flint."

Then, Buck did something that he wasn't expecting. Buck began to laugh. His dad shook his head and clasped his forehead, chuckling softly. The sick pleasure he derived from crushing his father's 'pride and joy' was tainted by this reaction. He was ready for ranting, disownment, maybe even threats to send him to military school but this...?

"You know what's funny?" Buck said with a shake of his head. "I think I may be too."

Flash's jaw could've dropped off his face, drilled into the ground and burrowed all the way through the Earth's core. What came out of his throat was a faint gurgling noise akin to air being pumped through unset Jell-O.

"I think you broke your son," Russ laughed softly. "What brought on this conclusion, if you don't mind me asking?"

Buck shrugged absently a cocky smile on his features. "Well, let's just say that my meeting with Jeremiah was rather... enlightening." He lewdly grabbed his crotch and Flash turned away instinctively. "Let's just say that all those years of rivalry finally made sense. He really just wanted to get very close to my cock. I discovered that I quite liked the experience."

"One session does not define a man's sexuality."

"But it can trigger the avalanche of revelations and emotions." Buck shrugged, crossing his arms proudly. "I married because I thought it was expected of me and though the orgasms were amazing, I don't think I ever truly _loved_my wife. I've always found the company of men to be far more appealing and..." His mood grew sombre. "I think I tried to isolate my openly homosexual son and 'fix' him because I was afraid that it was like looking into a mirror. Flint really does remind me of myself in many ways."

For the second time, Flash was utterly dumbstruck. He had never seen his dad so... emotional before. That he would even go so far as to admit that he was wrong and even admit to having gay feelings was the final nail on the coffin. Flash was utterly overwhelmed.

"Who are you and what have you done with my dad?" he demanded.

Buck gave him a puzzled stare. Then he broke out into a grin and let out another laugh. He was definitely more animated than he had ever been. He stepped over to Flash and rested his hands on his son's shoulders. "Recent events have really opened my eyes to what's important in this world. It isn't the money, the success or the recognition. It's you, my kids. I've never taken a day off since I started the company and with this time I've spent I've really started to see things in a new light. In fact, I was thinking once the house is fixed and school is over, we can all take a long holiday during the summer." He beamed at Dante. "You can bring your boyfriend too. The more the merrier."

Flash just let out another gurgle of confusion.

Buck then patted his son's shoulders and headed down the track. "Well I'm sorry that you came all this way out but I better get back to Ethan's place. It's where I'm staying, by the way. If you want to come over and catch up, Flash, feel free to come by."

Somewhat regaining his composure, Flash managed to mutter a short, "Uh-huh..."

"Do you need a ride?" Russ offered.

Buck shook his head and waved over his shoulder. "No thanks. It's not that far from here and I could use the exercise. Thanks for the offer."

And then Buck Goldman was heading down the road at a leisurely jog. Flash could only stare after him, stunned that his father was so... approachable. It was the most they had spoken in his entire life and the man that was revealed through the revealing albeit short conversation was the kind of man that Flash would've loved to have as a father; honest, kind and appreciative of his sons. This was not the distant, cold and judging Buck Goldman that Flash had grown up with... or rather knew from a distance.

"Who's Ethan?" Dante asked.

Flash took a few seconds to regain his composure and shook his head. "He's dad's personal trainer. Lives just a short distance away." He immediately turned towards Russ. "Is he the one? Is he a demon?"

Russ' features were grave. "I'm not sure but he's definitely been influenced by one. I don't think it's sloth, though. He's not acting in line with what one infected by a Sloth Demon would be like even as a thrall. He's active and animated. My concern is more towards that Jeremiah fellow. I sensed a _lot_of laziness from him and the cloud of sloth energy followed him as he left."

Flash really wished he could see demonic energies with accuracy like Dante or Russ so he could tell what his dad was thinking or feeling. Despite this brief onset of decency, Flash couldn't forget years of neglect and the subtle slights that had been directed at Flint. He brushed aside Buck's words and turned to his new family.

"So do we follow this Jeremiah guy?" he asked gruffly.

Russ glanced back towards the ruined mansion and frowned. "Look around. There are cars, trucks and all sorts of construction equipment around. Yet there aren't any people. I don't hear any sounds of work. Something is definitely wrong here."

"But you just said that cloud followed Mr. Weathers. Shouldn't we go after him?"

"Sloth works differently from the other demons. It'll only get its hooks in you and spread if you let it. It'll be tempting and hard to resist but if you're active and constantly on the move like your father, it won't affect you."

Flash resented that Russ had actually complimented his dad. Maybe he was being irrational but after years of Buck's distant parenting and lack of interest in him, he couldn't stand any mention of him let alone anyone mentioning how great he was.

"Maybe that's why Mr. Weathers looked so nervous?" Dante suggested. "He tried to corrupt Flash' dad but couldn't because he was just too much of a workaholic."

'Workaholic'. That was the perfect word to describe Buck Goldman and Flash loved Dante for using such a derogatory term. He gave Dante's side a little squeeze just to tell him how much he appreciated it.

"Possible," agreed Russ. "But we can't rule out that Buck perhaps _saved_Jeremiah Weathers. They seemed to know one another. It may be that the true owner of the Watch of Sloth is actually one of the construction workers who found the artefact, began corrupting his co-workers and these two stumbled upon it. Jeremiah could just be a un-willing accomplice."

Again, Russ was theorising about how heroic Buck was. Flash was growling, his red hair starting to grow wild down the back of his neck as his demonic side began to emerge.

Russ did not fail to notice. "Problem?"

Flash considered backing down but just the sight of his dad pissed him off. Though he was unwilling to admit it, he had hoped that his little revelation that he was gay and dating another hot guy would somehow send his dad into a spiralling rant and he could act like the bigger man. But Buck's acceptance and admittance to perhaps being homosexual... It was like another thing Buck had deprived him of. Now with Russ admiring him, it was like Buck was stealing the closest thing to a dad he ever had.

"You know what?" he said. "There is something bothering me. My dad is an asshole. He's never been fucking there for me. Now you're here telling me what a superhero he is! That's not my dad! That's - that's - I dunno! An Obsession Demon! A Neglect Demon? I mean this is the first time he's seen me in two weeks and his ditches me! Is that a real dad to you!?"

Russ coolly lifted one eyebrow. "I don't know what's more impressive; that you named actual demons or that you're so consumed with your hatred of your father that you can't see that he is the least likely victim here."

"I'm not talking about him being a victim!" Flash roared. "This isn't about him being a demon! It's about him getting you with his business charm and being all..." He struggled to find the word. "Fatherly because he's in public! Once it's just me and him in the one room, I bet all he'll do is just go about trying to manage his empire and forgetting he has a son let alone three!"

Dante's gentle touch on his arm simmered him down a little.

"Maybe there's a reason that he hasn't spoken to you in the past two weeks," his mate suggested. "It could be that he really was finding himself after all the earthquakes that happened. I mean Dick and Flint were both caught in the quake that took your house and you weren't there after Flint spoke with you that night. He could've been really worried."

"Not you too..." Flash winced.

"I'm not taking his side or yours," Dante said, holding up his hands. As he lowered them, he glanced off to were Buck had disappeared. "Honestly, I'm a little suspicious of him. The day that we first met him, Russ said that he was clouded in demonic taint. I didn't know what I was seeing then but today, he was clean and clear. No emotions at all even when he was talking to you and 'confessing' his feelings. That tells me he's hiding something." Then he glanced back towards Flash. "But I don't think it's as bad as you say it is. He _did_sound sincere. Have considered that maybe his personal trainer is his gay lover?"

Flash opened his mouth to protest but then immediately shut it as his eyes widened. Ethan always did hang around Buck a lot. Whenever Buck actually spent time in Angelton, he was usually in the company of his personal trainer. Add to that the fact that Buck had bought Ethan's time exclusively on most weekdays and flew him all over the country to help him train even going so far as to book lavished hotels for him and...

"Oh my god my dad is banging his personal trainer..."

Dante smirked and gave him a little shoulder bump. "You're a little turned on right now, aren't you?"

"Ethan is hot. I wouldn't want to touch my dad that way but Ethan... Urf..."

Russ patted Flash's head lightly. "Down boy. We still got a job to do."

Trying to curb his arousal, Flash nodded. "Right."

The three hellhounds turned towards the dilapidated mansion and began making their way up the driveway. All the time, Flash couldn't help but think of his father as someone that was a little more... human now. The picture that had been painted in his mind of Buck Goldman was this neglectful, arrogant workaholic business man who only had sons out of some social obligation. But now...

Maybe if they had some common ground after all... and he might actually be a decent dad...

*****

Buck had not expected to see his son at the mansion after his... 'feast'. It brought up questions as to why Flash of all people had come back to the house but, then again, it was his house as well and they had been out of contact for a long while. He dismissed any suspicions for the moment though he couldn't help but think of Flash's amazing, ripped, muscular body and how _delicious_it would be to have him grow an enormous cock just like Jeremiah.

He licked his lips at the memory of his session with the smug bastard in the basement of his mansion. There, his corruptive forces had certainly spread over the past two weeks. He was a little surprised to find that the reason the construction workers hadn't made a lot of progress was because they too had fallen prey to the Sloth Demon's unwitting influence.

The entire basement of his mansion had been transformed into some sort of hellish landscape. The ground had changed to become a network of pipes and plumbing. Every pipe was perfectly clear and a strange, viscous orange goo pumped through each of them, giving off a rather eerie glow. The pipes seemed to circulate the orange fluid from a large pool which Buck had recognised to be where he had initially crashed when he first transformed.

The construction workers had taken to taking some breaks there and soaking in the 'tub'. The way that they were perfectly relaxed and the laziness that stemmed from shirking their duties only seemed to make the fluids stronger. Better, it was like a self-powering trap. Once they were in, they would find it hard to get out because they were so mellow. That only fed the pool all the more.

Buck smirked when he had pushed Jeremiah into the tub and then entered himself, shifting into his demonic form. It didn't take long before Jeremiah and the other constructions workers were just beyond caring and he slipped in with them. He rubbed his massive, elastic, prehensile cock against them, drawing more sloth from them and growing stronger. However, this was not what he wanted to become. Becoming a lazy, fat ass in a pool was not what he wanted to be remembered for.

That stranger's words stung in his mind and he quickly began consuming the demonic energies around him. At first he tried just drinking all the fluids and power into himself but there was only so much he could swallow. Then his dick jumped in and helped. It was a strange feeling, sucking things _through_his cock but it was infinitely arousing. He was constantly fighting the urge to cum even as he pushed down more and more of the orange-white goo and dark demonic energies around him.

Jeremiah and his other victims complained about him taking away their 'fun' but they were too lazy to do anything about it. It took a while but eventually he had the entire basement cleaned of his demonic taint. He was feeling bloated and ready to blow but through sheer force of will, he got out of the crater he had made and changed back into his human guise. He actually had to dress Jeremiah to get him to get out because of all the people, he would be the one that would be sorely missed. He wasn't too concerned about the construction workers. Something told him that they would be drawn to him eventually.

But his smug rival would be his greatest prize. He loved seeing the asshole squirm and struggle with the urges deep inside of him. It wouldn't be long before he succumbed and was followed the powerful voice begging him to just let Buck take care of him.

For the moment, Buck needed to make some preparations. Despite being a 'Sloth Demon' he managed to get to Ethan's house within a short ten minutes, utilising some supernatural speed that he simply found exhilarating. He liked these powers and he couldn't understand why he hadn't been more proactive with them before.

There was a note on the refrigerator from Ethan telling him that personal trainer had headed off on one of his nature walks again. That was perfect. Buck knew he would definitely enjoy transforming Ethan into a demon as well but he decided that as a person who had been with him this entire time, he wouldn't be a slave like he was making Jeremiah or those construction workers. No, he would be an equal.

He needed the company, after all. It would be lonely at the top. Something he was just starting to realise. For years he had worked to be at the top of his field and in doing so, he had alienated his family. The way Flash looked at him... It just made him realise how alone he was.

Buck shook the thoughts from his mind and headed towards the back of Ethan's house where the pool was. Having soaked in that tub back at his mansion gave him an idea. He was simply bursting with demonic energy and he threw off his shirt and running shorts, leaving himself perfectly naked. A shiver ran down his spine as the dark orange fur began springing all over his body, muscles rapidly expanding and extra high being added to his already formidable form. Intense pressure erupted from his groin as his dock began to grow and thicken. Even only semi-hard, it already reached well past his knees and only kept growing.

A deep rumble rose from his throat and he dipped a toe into the crystal clear waters of the pool. His demonic powers instantly infected the waters. It began to turn thick, opaque and an orangey-milky colour. He smirked realising that it looked a lot like his cum. Slowly, he immersed himself into the pool, moaning in pleasure as his shoulders broadened, stacking on muscles to give him a titanic upper body and perfectly square blocks of pectoral muscles. There was an overwhelming sense of relief as his big muscle gut expanded, covered in lighter, creamy fur and framed by perfectly square abs. It was akin to having just removed a pair of particularly tight pants after gorging himself on a meal.

Even though the pool was a good 8 feet deep, his big, broad feet could easily rest at the bottom of the pool comfortably. As he continued to grow, he was astounded just how much bigger he had gotten as he was forced to stretch out his thick legs so that he could rest his arms against the edge of the pool.

"So strong..." he rumbled to himself. He lifted his bicep, amazed at the fifty-inch thick mound of muscle decorated by a single vein pressed up against the furry flesh.

A grunt left his emerging muzzle as his huge, twelve foot cock shot a burst of precum into the corrupted waters of the pool. The result was that his essence began seeping into the pool walls. The blue tiles were shattered and broken as clear pipes began shooting from some unknown source. Those very same pipes began making circuits around the pool, circulating the water. They began to cause the opaque fluids to bubble and Buck moaned at the gentle massage that ran over the majority of his body. The pipes began spreading across the rest of Ethan's large immense backyard but stopped just short of the tennis court.

Buck sensed a pair of eyes watching him and he smiled.

"Ethan?" he rumbled, his voice so deep and masculine that just hearing it caused his dick to jerk in arousal. "That you?"

To his surprise, his personal trainer didn't emerge from the house. Instead, a man he didn't recognise stepped out. The guy was a heavy set man with a definitive gut. He must've played football once before because he had broad shoulders and strong legs. The worn denim jeans he wore hugged his wide frame tightly and the dirty worker's boots spoke of his occupation. The guy was sporting a very prominent boner through his pants and there were still traces of the waters from the tub back in the mansion on his thick, brown beard and dark hair.

"You're one of the construction workers from the mansion," Buck said.

"Y - Y - Yeah... N - Name's Mike. Mike Milano..."

Buck inclined his lupine head to the side curiously. "How'd you find me, Mike?"

The blue collar, heavy set man just shook his head, his brown eyes wide in confusion. "I... I dunno..." He lifted his big hairy hands. "Look man... I ain't gay but..."

"You want more," Buck finished with a grin. "You want to feel that good again." He nodded at the rotund guy, taking in the thick arms, strong chest and manly mess of short but curly black hair. He couldn't help but lick his lips. He was getting hard just looking at the guy and fantasising about sticking his enormous cock into Mike's ass. "Why don't you set in, Mike? Water's nice. Plenty of room."

Mike was shaking. He staggered forward and came to the edge of the pool. There was still some hesitation in his movements as he stripped off his sweaty, white shirt to reveal his impressively hairy chest. Buck licked his lips and the tongue from his cock slithered out and rose up from the depths of the murky waters. Mike saw the long, flexible, pink length and froze just as he was removing his boots.

"What the hell is that...?" There should've been more surprise or terror in his voice but his body getting progressively more and more relaxed. Buck could see the his indolent-inducing influence greedily consuming whatever else that Mike was feeling and replacing it with a sense of calm and an overwhelming sensation to just do nothing.

To answer him, Buck raised his enormous, coiling dick slightly out of the water. Mike's eyes widened at the tremendous length that was at least five times Buck's height and could easily reach across the pool. Its tongue gently brushed up against Mike's chest, thick as a human arm and covered in faintly orange slime. Mike tasted sweaty, salty and ready.

Eager to test out the capabilities of his cock, Buck guided his dick to have its tongue wrap around Mike's loosened boot. He was surprised as it easily yanked off the garment. It helped that Mike was all too willing. Seeing Mike's big, hairy feet made his cock gurgle in anticipation. He realised that no matter how big Mike was, his dick was just too big to slip into any hole of the construction worker. Waiting for him to fully transform would take too long.

Buck began pondering what he could do to stimulate his need while his extra tongue continued to undress Mike, tossing aside shoes and socks before working deftly to remove Mike's pants. As soon Mike's briefs were shown, cock painfully straining against the fabric and seeping precum into the fabric, Buck's dick took a life of its own even as the big Sloth Demon was still trying to analyse the situation.

His dick's tongue viciously pulled at Mike's underwear, tugging them off before wrapping around the construction worker's impressive seven inch dick. The taste of salty precum and the throbbing of Mike's cock against the sensitive flesh of his extraneous tongue caused Buck's tongue to reach out and head lower down towards the man's bare feet.

Mike moaned in ecstasy and unwittingly brushed his bare feet around the rounded head of Buck's dick. The sensitive flesh quivered against the touch of those big feet. Under some powerful compulsion, Mike began rubbing his feet against the warm flesh offered to him. Buck moaned in approval but he wanted more. Mike sensed his need and brushed his toes ever so teasingly against the lip of Buck's dick. In response, a large glob of precum shot out and coated his legs, covering them in a thin layer of slime.

The lubrication caused one of Mike's feet to slip and plunge into Buck's piss slit. A sudden burst of pleasure rocketed down Buck's enormous dick causing him to moan in delight. The massive Sloth Demon gasped and quivered. It was an alien sensation having something inside of him and he was assaulted by the confliction desire to push the foreign object out of his dick and the urge to pull more of it inside of him. His balls gurgled loudly, begging for more.

"I'm sorry! Fuck!" Mike cried, pulling his foot out. It took some effort as Buck was just discovering muscles all around his dick that he could clench and even relax much like an arm or leg. The feeling of Mike's hairy foot being pulled of his dick left him wanting more and the gush of precum that splattered Mike's chest was an indication of that.

"No... No," Buck panted. "Do that again..."

"Y - You sure?"

There was a flash of doubt in Buck mind but then he was reminded of Havoc's accusations of being complacent and just letting things fall on his lap; that he got his fortune by accident and sheer luck and had no ambition. But that drive was soon compelling his cock to surge forward and greedily consume Mike's entire right foot.

"Ooooh fuck..." Mike moaned, his body shaking. "It's... warm... feel... real..." His eyelids grew heavy even as his cock was ecstatically spewing increasingly thickening precum all over his lap. "... real good..."

Buck let out a deep growl and shut his eyes. His tongue from his cock slipped all over Mike's leg, drawing more of the hapless construction working into him. There was still some subconscious resistance from the man as his leg twitched reflexively with every inch that slipped into Buck. The little twists stimulated Buck's cock causing more precum to pour over Mike's body.

Mike was beyond resisting and his entire lower body went slack. Buck gently wrapped his tongue around the man's other leg, deftly drawing it into his cock slit, guiding it inside. Feeling that other foot push into him was unlike anything he had ever felt before. A burning fire of pleasure radiated from Mike's body. A strange power that he couldn't describe radiated from the labourer's body, flooding through his dick, pumping through the thick veins even as precum shot up his length and poured out in gallons.

"Oooooh!" Mike moaned. His entire body went rigid and violent tremors shocked his entire body. It took a moment for Buck to realise that the man had just orgasmed. It was impossible to tell where the human cum was in the coating of orangey-white precum that covered the guy. Despite the post-orgasm bliss, Mike was too overcome by the demonic energies permeating his very body to do anything but lie there and let the enormous cock consume him.

Whether he actually knew what was happening or not was no longer a question for Buck. His dick slowly crawled up Mike's body, pinning the meaty legs together as working its way up the labourer's knees. Mike squirmed, letting out a pathetic noise. For a moment, Buck though he was breaking free of the spell but then Mike arched his back and let out a gasp. More cum came spewing out of his dick and his was shaking madly now.

"Fuuuuuck!" the man cried.

Buck grinned broadly. He could taste Mike now. Not just the salty sweat all over his body but his very soul. He realised what that power radiating from the man was and he wanted it inside of him. The more his tongue lashed all over Mike's body, it was like he was peeling away a layer that was protecting that precious, succulent core; like working down a multi-layered hard candy. Every inch that Mike descended into Buck's dick was another wave of power into Buck.

The Sloth Demon let out a deep, rumbling chuckle as his cock worked its way up Mike's thighs, slurping its way up until the lip touched Mike's balls. Again, the construction worker let out a cry as he orgasmed for the third time in rapid succession. All the strength, all the resistance was falling away from him. There was still some strand of humanity that had him pressing his hands against Mike's cock, trying to pry himself away. The little force made the bizarre tug of war all the better and Buck relished that little fight the man put up.

"God damnit!" Mike let out another shout as he shut his eyes tightly. "Fuuuuuck!" His cock let out a fourth orgasm just as it disappeared into Buck's dick. He was breaking hard now and with the last ounce of his strength, Mike reached down into the huge, consuming cock and squeezed his own member.

Buck's eyes widened as the lust-driven man began furiously jacking himself off inside of him. The furious movements send little ripples all the way down Buck's body, making every muscle in his body quiver in anticipation. More and more of Mike was being lost into Buck's essence; the Sloth Demon's soul consuming the construction worker's. There was still some part of Mike that resisted enough to push his remaining hand against the slippery head of Buck's cock. Even as he glided further and further into Buck's dick to the point where torso was half buried in it, he was still fighting.

Then Mike screamed and his body quaked. His legs kicked out violently as his fifth and largest orgasm caused his entire body to shake. His eyes opened and as his lips prised open, a dazzling light erupted from behind his eyes and lips. Buck realised that it was the man's soul desperately trying to escape its fate. With one last surge, his cock dove forward and pulled Mike's head into the folds of his huge, serpentine cock. The light was extinguished and Mike's remaining arm was left to struggle valiantly out in the air.

Buck watched in fascination as that arm went rigid, signalling yet another orgasm before suddenly going limp. A rush of power filled him and he could see powerful orange light pulsating through the veins all over his dick and flooding his entirely body; Mike's soul being deconstructed for his own use. As the last few fingers of the construction worker vanished into the depths of his dick, he was reminded that he didn't want live this life alone. So he left just the smallest bit of Mike within the husk that was slowly sliding down the length of his dick.

He let out a soft, content rumble as the construction worker formed a rather sizeable lump along his cock. The muscles all over his prehensile length slowly began to pulling the man towards his balls. Those twin sensations of hunger and need for ejaculation formed a curious tug of war within his dick, heightening his pleasure. However, Mike's descent was ultimately winning the way and inch by inch, he was making his way towards Buck's balls leaving the length that he abandoned with an empty feeling.

Still, it took a good twenty minutes for Mike's form to finally breach the length of his dick and fall into the enormous orbs of his balls. It was strange but the lump just vanished into the big, fuzzy sacks floating in the milky fluids of the pool. He wondered if most of his balls were just empty space for such meals but dismissed it when his cock ached for more. He was not yet full and the need to cum was there but not near orgasm.

Not yet.

He needed more.

A grin crossed his features as he lifted his head towards the nearby fence.

"Come on in, guys," he said. "Line up. One at a time."

At first, there was no movement. Then a spindly young construction worker climbed over the fence and began stripping off his clothing, taking hesitant steps towards the pool. Buck guided his cock towards the young man just as more of his co-workers began emerging from the forest and climbing into Ethan's backyard.

Buck laughed.

This was going to be amazing.

******

Dante knew how much Flash had bene looking forward to the dinner they would have together and no doubt seeing Buck had left him somewhat... shaken. So he decided to do something to help Flash forget about his dad and the date. Which was why he was sitting in Russ' hybrid on their way to the local supermarket.

"So remember what we talked about," Russ said.

Dante rolled his eyes. "For the eighth time, I know. If I feel like going demon because of all the carcasses, false advertising and emotions flying around the supermarket, just go to the fresh food section and sniff an onion or something fragrant. The smell overpowers everything else."

Russ grumbled and scratched his beard slightly. "I know it sounds like I'm repeating myself but you cannot imagine how hard it is to go to the supermarket."

"I've gone to school, Russ. How is that not worse than a supermarket?"

"It doesn't have a shit tonne of dead bodies lying around it."

Dante had to give him that and while he was a little anxious of going out to the supermarket after all the fuss that Russ made about it, he was determined to make a meal for Flash that he would not soon forget. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Flash to just stay at home while the two of them went out to get supplies but Flash was a man's man. Just the thought of 'going shopping' made him cringe.

He couldn't help but wonder if he would be really be like his grandfather in his relationship with Flash. Russ was made it known that he was the dominant one and constantly bred with Virgil. But the first time Flash and Dante had been together had seen Dante penetrate Flash but Flash was on top...

It was confusing. Was there a manual on gay demonic sex that he should follow?

"Hey Russ..." he began. "Are there any sexual diseases that demons should be wary of?"

"Aside from the fact that being overcome by your lust could cause you to become another demon's slave?" Russ asked. "We're immune to all sexual diseases known to mortals. Angels once tried to use the power of love as a weapon against us. They thought that we demons just fucked and didn't have any emotion in our souls. Boy were they wrong."

"What happened?"

"A whole lot of nothing. They fired these arrows at us with heart-shaped arrow heads infused with love. They hoped that it would cause us to fall in love with the first person we saw." Russ snorted. "For creatures that're supposed to embody positive emotions, they really don't know much about love."

"Demons know more about love than Angels?"

"They know more about painful love. The kind of love where you have to let go of the thing you hold dear because it's better for them. They know more about heartbreak and the fine line between love and obsession. Angels just see to good parts. Their arrows did nothing because the demons knew that even if they loved something, they might have to destroy it for one reason or another."

Dante let out a soft, thoughtful noise.

"What?" Russ asked as they drove into the supermarket parking lot. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, Dan. You sucked my cock and I imparted some of my power into you. I thought we could at least be honest with one another."

Dante lifted his eyebrows at the nickname and sighed. "Alright well... I was just going to say that you sound like you're talking from experience... Like experience with my grandpa."

Russ took a deep breath... and let it out slowly. "I sort of wish I hadn't asked..." He grumbled and shut his eyes briefly. "I'm... getting over it. I'll admit that having you pups around helps. I can't forget about Virgil or get rid of the feeling in my soul that he misses me..." He placed a big hand over his chest. "But whenever I feel proud of how you two have grown, how strong you've become and what great hellhounds you've grown into, I'm sure Virgil feels it too and I can't help but feel that he's proud of me too. It eases his longing."

"Being Soul Bound really is hard, isn't it?"

"Soul Binding was for demons who are effectively immortal. Not humans turned into mortals." Russ took a deep breath and opened the door. "But I'm getting better. One day at a time."

Dante felt a little more at ease with those words and he too emerged from the car. Though he was feeling a little guilty for the thought, Russ' presence and closeness eased his worried soul as well. Shaun was still missing and though he kept sending out Starkravens out into the forests hoping to find his dad, he was coming up with nothing. With each passing day, he grew more and more concerned. While Russ could not replace his dad, he really appreciated that the big hellhound was there for him helping him search.

They stepped up to the supermarket and already Dante could see the myriad of negative emotions swirling within the air conditioned environs. He was also a little surprised to find that he could see the _positive_emotions there. There were a few flecks of excitement as a bunch of kids had their parents relent and get them some of their favourite snacks. Joy emanated from a young man who was getting ingredients for his girlfriend's favourite dish. There was love in the air as two cashiers exchanged bashfully from across the store before going back to serve their customers.

It wasn't as bad as Russ made it seem. Even when he headed over to the fresh meat area and ordered some bacon, fish fillets and chicken breasts, he wasn't at all bothered by the mass of negativity emanating from the produce. He was curious that despite the carcasses on display in front of him, there were also flashes of positive emotions within the mess of negativity as well. There was the love from the adoring farmers who raised the cattle with a gentle hand. Respect from the butchers who carved up the meat. Even a bit of beauty from the store clerks who arranged the slabs of meat to look presentable.

He chose instead to focus on these positive emotions to prevent himself from popping a boner and going full hellhound in the middle of the store. It was far easier than he would've thought and though there were some sections that just screamed of negativity, he managed to wade through them and get whatever he needed.

He went in search for Russ.

"Dante? Dante De Mont?"

That voice was familiar but... at the same time he couldn't quite put his finger on the bright, cheery but nonetheless masculine voice. He turned as a tall, athletic figure came bounding over to him, the white collared shirt he wore needing to have the top two buttons left open to leave room for his powerful chest and the long sleeves rolled up for his thick forearms.

He couldn't mistake those thin glasses, though.

"Mr. Le'Brawn."

Quinton Le'Brawn, the Angelton Boy's school psychologist, waved away the name. "Please, just call me Quinton." He beamed down at Dante with a big grin. "How have you been? I've been expecting you to come in for our daily appointments."

It took Dante a moment to recall that he had indeed promised to visit the therapist after his run in with Wesley Washington. The man seemed convinced that he was going down a dark path because of Virgil's recent death. Funny since that 'dark path' led him to becoming a demon. Speaking of demons...

"Right, sorry Quinton," he said. "I've been really busy with a lot of family stuff including my grandpa's assets. You wouldn't happen to have that cologne bottle I gave you would you? Apparently, my grandpa treasured it a lot and he meant it for my dad..."

Quinton's expression turn to one of apology. "Oh. I'm so sorry, Dante. I used up all the cologne. I have the bottle but not the cologne."

Dante distinctly remembered that the bottle was filled with a lot of cologne. That Quinton would use it all up in two weeks was rather impressive. Though he didn't detect any distinct smell from the man.

"Well, I think it's the bottle that counts. Would you mind if I had it back?"

"Of course not," Quinton replied with a smile. "My not come by my office Monday and we can catch up."

"Sounds great."

"It's a date." Quinton patted his shoulder with a grin on his face. "And remember, there's nothing to fear from your friendly school psychologist. I'm here to help."

A chill ran down Dante's spine. He had seen it in other people but had never felt it himself. It was a cold bite of fear and it left him paralysed and shaking. He quickly shook himself out of coffin of terror and spun, looking for Quinton. But the psychologist was gone. There was no trace of him either, no trail of terror or tracks of fear.

Dante tried not to panic. He collected his thoughts and determined that he should find Russ first and foremost. He would know how to deal with a Fear Demon. He found Russ hanging in the toiletries aisle with a basket full of hair conditioner.

"What's all that for?" he asked.

"My fur," Russ responded with a shrug. "All this cold weather and the rain tends to dry out my fur pretty badly. Need to keep it nice and smooth."

Dante inclined his head to the side slightly. "You bathe in your... erm... _other_form?"

"Don't you?"

"No! Of course not."

"Huh. No wonder your fur felt really rough." Russ grabbed a few more bottles. "Once we get home, we're giving you a bath."

Dante flinched and nearly dropped the basket in his arms. "A - Are you serious?"

"Deathly." He gave Dante a pointed stare. "What do you think people will think if they come over and the place smells like wet dog and we don't have any dogs? Besides, good fur care is part of being a hellhound."

"Can't I just use magic to make it look all shiny and sleek?"

"Then you're just being wasteful." Russ patted his shoulder and guided him over to the cashier. "Come on. It's just a bath. What are you scared of?"

Dante could think of a lot of things but decided not the voice them so as not to sound like a petulant pup. The total cost of his little shopping spree was quite hefty but Russ easily paid for it with his card. That still left him feeling a little guilty and he wondered if he should get a job to help pay Russ back.

"Hey Russ..." he began as they carried the groceries back to the car. "I met Quinton Le'Brawn in the supermarket."

"Who?"

"He's the one I gave the Cologne of Fear to."

Russ froze in mid-step and turned towards him, eyes wide. "Fear...? Did he...? Was he...?"

Dante shook his head. "I don't know. But when he touched me, I had this terrible sensation run through me. I just remembered that my dad might be out there, alone, scared and whatever happens to him will be my fault... and..." He shook his head and straightened. "I don't know if he's an actual demon but I don't think everything is right with him either."

Russ glanced around and sniffed the air. "Shit... there's too many people here. Too many emotions. It'd be hard to find fear in this place especially after all those earthquakes." He wrapped an arm around Dante and pulled him hurriedly towards the car. "Come on. We've got to get you home."

"Wait? What? Aren't we going to try to find Quinton?"

"No. You've been infected."

"Infected? By what?"

Russ popped open the boot of his car and threw in the groceries even yanking off the ones that Dante was carrying and throwing them in as well. "By fear."

"No I haven't," Dante replied defiantly.

"Yes you have." Russ gave him a pointed stare. "Fear is one of the hardest things to fight and detect because of the fight or flight instinct. For people who flee, it is hard to pull them out of it. For those that fight, it's even harder because you have to dig through the thick armour of denial, courage and bravado. Denial is easy to peel away for demons but courage?" Russ shook his head. "Not our food. Come on. Get in the car."

Dante obeyed, feeling insulted that Russ didn't believe he could stand up to his fear. "Russ, I'm fine. Really. Quinton didn't affect me. He asked me to meet him on Monday to get the cologne bottle off him. He said he used it all up and I was going to pick it up."

Russ shook his head as he started the engine. "That's impossible. The bottle _can't_run out of cologne. That's its thing. He was lying to you."

"He was?"

"Yes, he was. And if you weren't infected by fear, you would've seen that." Russ squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. "Look, I know you're trying to be brave but fear works like that. It buries in deep, sinks its fangs into your very soul and doesn't let go until you accept it."

"I have accepted it!" Dante protested, throwing his arms wide. He pressed his hands against his chest. "I'm scared that my dad is all alone out there and could be consumed because of me. This is all my fault! I'm scared about all the people that would suffer because of what I did! I've accepted that and I'm trying really hard to be better so I can stop them! That's my fear!"

Russ made a face and shook his head sadly. "It's worse than I thought."

Dante slumped into his seat with an exasperated sigh. "Oh come on! Are you telling me there's something I'm scared of that you can see that I can't?"

"There likely is. But I don't know what it is. I can't tell you what it is because fear is like a parasite. If you don't deal with it the right way, you'll only end up snapping its tail and it's just going to dig even deeper into your soul and find some other place to hole up."

Dante shook his head in exasperation and crossed his arms. What else could he possibly be afraid of? He already bore the guilt of hurting so many people because of his recklessness and he was afraid that so many other people would get hurt because of his actions. There was also his dad who was still missing... Just thinking of those twin blades hovering over his head made his heart race. At any given moment, it could fall on him and strike at his heart and cripple him with fear.

But he wasn't going to let that happen.

He had to be strong.

Dante shook the thoughts free of his mind and focused on his task at hand.

He had a meal to cook.

******

Thirty.

Thirty fully grown men of different shapes and sizes had willingly allowed themselves to be consumed by Buck's dick. The big Sloth Demon wasn't sure where they went but his balls felt swollen and every muscle in his body felt so strong, so pumped and full of power. Even though all he had done was lie in the thick pool the corrupted waters it felt like he had been at the gym for hours. He was pumped and ready for more.

But something told him he shouldn't move. Not yet. His balls were churning away. It was like he could feel his sperm writhing around in his enormous sack, multiplying, growing and getting ready for the ultimate release. He was eagerly anticipating it but he knew he had to be patient. Whatever was happening deep within his testicles was nothing something he could rush. Though Havoc's words continued to haunt him, there was a fine line between being impatient and taking the initiative.

Now, he just had to wait as his body did its thing even if he couldn't quite understand what it was doing. He felt very comfortable as he leaned back in the grooves of the pool. There was a large seat-like depression in the wall of the pool where he could sit in comfortably. Jets from the glass pipes continued to massage his body. Those very same pipes had spread all over the backyard, covering a good radius out from the pool. It had yet to spread onto the house or the tennis court which surprised Buck but he could see the reason why. All his energy was being pooled into his balls. Something was happening deep in there that he excited him.

For the past hour or so, he lounged in his tub, getting hornier and hornier as the minutes ticked by. He practiced moving his dick around the area and though he was loathed to pull the enormous mass out of the pool, he had it slithering around the backyard like an enormous serpent fully capable of consuming a man in one bite. It was extremely dexterous and he was fairly sure that he could tie it into a knot without ever lifting a finger had he wanted. It was odd that despite having the feeling of being fully erect and that burning need to cum throbbing all over its length, he still felt like he could extend it further, perhaps even to all of Angelton if he wanted.

The idea that this monstrous member could slither all the way into the town, consuming people, gobbling them up from their beds, snatching them from their hiding places and chasing them as they ran on the streets got his gigantic balls churning all the more. That thought did make him question how he would _see_such an event unfold if he was practically glued to the pool. He closed his eyes briefly to think. It was getting a little hard to form cogent thoughts due to the throbbing in his dick, the gurgling in his balls and the overwhelmingly good feeling he got from lounging in what was effectively a demonic Jacuzzi. However, he wouldn't fall prey to the vices that Havoc so kindly pointed out to him. He wondered if, as a form of ultimate irony, he could consume the smug bastard. The thought caused him to lick his lips and similarly, the tongue from his dick slithered out and tasted the air.

He was surprised when his brain painted a mental image in his head just from the little taste of the air. It came with surprising detail. The scents, tastes and even heat in the air painted an image of colours and emotions in his mind's eye. He could see the pride that was infused into the gym equipment from the countless clients that had lifted the weights. There was misery, disgust and even thinly veiled deception as people guzzled down the disgusting protein shakes that Ethan offered them and they bore it with a grin.

Buck was stunned at the revelation and wondered how far he could take this new talent. However, he had to pull back on his curiosity as he sensed a large bundle of energy entering the house.

"Oh shit..." Ethan gasped. "Buck!? Buck!? Are you here?"

Ethan was back from his walk. He wondered why his friend was so panicked and then remembered that Mike had come in through the front door. With his new sense, he managed to taste that the front door had been broken open. Mike sure was determined to meet him again. He grinned at the thought of reintroducing himself to Ethan and already began coming up with a speech to lure his friend to his side.

Then, his balls abruptly clenched and that intense desire to cum tripled in intensity. His eyes snapped open and a deep growl emanated from his throat, shaking the entire backyard.

"Not... now..." he rumbled, digging his claws into the pipes around him. "Oooooh fuck..." The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The pressure was building to unbearable levels at the base of his cock and his balls just kept pumping his seed up his dick. His eyes widened as a visible bulge appeared against the flesh of his dick. It was nearly as big as his entire torso!

And it felt so good.

Partially because Ethan was just about to come into the backyard and partially because he loved the sensation of holding in his orgasm, Buck fought to keep himself from cumming. But when a large _paw_pressed up against the insides of his dick, visible against his bright, pink flesh he lost it.

"SHIT!" he roared and the bulge squirmed further up his dick. A gush of thick precum erupted from the tip of his winding cock, the entire length twisting in the air like an out of control firehose. His thick seminal juices were thrown all over the backyard.

Including on Ethan who just emerged from the house.

The personal trainer's eyes widened in shock as the juices fall upon him. He took in the pool and the huge demon swimming in it... then at the enormous cock coiling above him like a world-eating snake.

"Holy shit! A demon!"

Buck could barely register his friend's cry. He threw his head back and gasped, tongue falling out of his muzzle. All forms of resistance were thrown aside. The bulge on his dick suddenly surged all the way down the length of his cock. Given the distance to travel, the immense pleasure of feeling every inch of his dick filled with cum just before it burst from the tip lasted for a whole minute. Ethan just stood stunned throughout the entire scene as the bulbous growth travelled to the tip of Buck's cock. There, Buck held on with what little he had left, trying to hold back. But then a big, furry paw erupted from between his cum slit heralding a torrent of cum to pour down onto Ethan.

Buck's hips rocked back and forth, his entire body quaking and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He was practically knocked unconscious by the crashing tidal waves of pleasure that rocked his entire body. All the while, that paw was shot out of his cock, bringing with it a thick, furry arm that seized the tip of his cock and used it to pull the rest of its owner out. A broad shoulder emerged a moment later to a fanfare of cum and a titanic roar from Buck. Enormous muscles bunched beneath the orangey-brown fur as the creature's muzzle emerged, gasping for breath and flashing his fangs, red irises glowing against a field of black.

The newly formed Sloth Demon came rocketing out of the dick, his huge torso opening the slit further for a waterfall of cum to come pouring down onto a stunned Ethan. The personal trainer was knocked to the ground as the Sloth Demon pulled itself out with both paws. Its huge dick - more than the length of its entire body - came rocketing out a moment later, jizz shooting out of the pointed canine tip. It let out a tremendous roar as it dropped out of the hovering member, landing deftly on its feet while its erect cock continued to throb, fully stiff and still pouring more and more of its essence onto the ground.

Buck sighed as he the high of afterglow began settling in. He blinked a couple of times and tried to focus. There was no way he was going to be lulled into any sense of comfort and just sit back letting things fall into his lap. Havoc's words continued to taunt him and he shook his head, clearing it of the drunken haze that threatened to overwhelm him.

He focused on the newly made Sloth Demon. Something told him that it was Mike Milano. Just something about how he looked. Something in Buck's soul. But Mike looked different to Buck. He was beefier, leaner and his dick - while still immense - was already starting to subside into his furry sheath. He was built for labour and though he didn't know it, Mike didn't look that different from either Dante, Flash or Russ save perhaps for the long tongue that lashed out from the tip of his canine dick before it subsided into his sheath.

"Whoa..." he gasped.

A series of coughs and splutters brought his attention towards the pile of cum that was trying to get to his feet.

"Ethan..." he rumbled.

Ethan wiped the seed from his face and stared at Buck with wide, horrified eyes. "H - H - How do you know my name?"

"Ethan, it's me. Buck."

"What!? Y - You're a demon!?"

Buck shrugged slightly. He was a little low on energy after such a powerful orgasm. "I guess I am..."

"Since when!?"

"I... I don't know. I guess since I got this..." Buck reached for his neck where the silver pocket watch was now wrapped around the thick, corded muscles there. He didn't recall ever putting it there but he didn't really care anymore. It fit there. It was where it belonged. "Since... Two weeks ago, I guess. I first changed and that earthquake was me..."

"Y - you're a demon?" Ethan struggled to his feet, clutching his hands to his head. "Oh fuck... this is bad... hell... Shit."

Buck reached for Ethan with one paw and realised that they were a whole swimming pool away. So he instead snaked his cock towards his friend, gently nudging him. To Ethan's credit, he didn't pull away. "Hey... it's okay. I'm still me just... different."

"No! You don't get it!" Ethan cried, his eyes wide with panic. "If you're a demon... I'm a Dead Man!"

Buck snorted. "Come on, man. I'm not going to kill you. I mean, Mike there -"

"No! I'm a Dead Man! I'm a demon hunter!"

Buck froze. He didn't even consider that there would be demon hunters out there. In retrospect, he felt foolish for not considering the possibility. If there were demons, surely there were those who would oppose them. Perhaps there were even angels. Was this proof that God existed after all? He had never been an overly religious man but now that he was a beast right out of the Bible... well... not _exactly_out of the Bible...

"Oh fuck... this is so messed up..." Ethan mumbled, pacing back and forth in front of the door. He clutched the sides of his head and grimaced as he wiped the cum from his short hair. "I knew there were demons here but... for it to be you...? Fuck!" He glanced over at Mike who just stood dumbly to the side, awaiting Buck's orders. "And this guy... Please don't tell me...?"

"He was a guy I changed..." Buck murmured, his voice and heart hardening. "I changed him into a demon, Ethan. I'm a Sloth Demon. At least that's what I've gathered. But I'm not going to be that kind of Sloth Demon. I'm not going to sit around on my fat ass and just waste the days away." As if to prove his point, he pushed himself out of the large nook he had in the pool. He was surprised when his torso rose completely out of the water even at its deepest end. His cock all balls were just barely out of the water. He must've been at least fourteen feet in height. "I'm going to keep pushing my limits. This is an opportunity for me and I'm going to take it."

"So what!?" Ethan cried, flinging his arms around wildly. "You're just going to go off and conquer the world!? Do you even know what you're talking about? There are thousands of Dead Men out there. That's not even taking into consideration the Church and all other supernatural creatures out there! Angels might even get involved!" Ethan flung around, facing his door and running his hands through his hair. "Shit! Fuck!" Then he turned back towards Buck, pointing an accusing finger at him. "I should kill you right now!"

Buck puffed out his chest, crossing his enormous arms across his broad pectorals. "Then what's stopping you?"

Ethan was shaking. "You think it's simple to destroy a demon!? I have to die!"

There, Buck faltered and his bravado faded. "What...?"

"That's why we're called 'Dead Men'." Ethan dropped his arm and swore a softly. "Even if we destroy a demon's physical body, their soul is just going to find some other way to go back to Hell. Or worse, it's just going to gather the same energies that it fed on and resurface later on. The only way to permanently destroy a demon is for a purified soul, like mine, to merge with it. The conflicting souls will destroy one another."

Buck wasn't sure whether or not he should be impressed that there were people willing to go to such lengths to sacrifice themselves for the Earth. It was even more surprising that he had one as a best friend for a long time.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked. "I thought we were at least more than just client and trainer."

"We were..." Ethan winced. "Why do you think I set up shop here of all places? In a place called 'Angelton'? It's the least likely place for demons to run around but then..." He grunted and shook his head. "Fuck Buck... I don't want to kill you..."

Suddenly, Buck found his eyes opening in surprise. "You... you like me..."

His friend took a deep breath and let out soft. "Yes, okay? Shit, look at all the time we've spent together. Really look at it."

Buck found a smile crossing his features. "Yeah... honestly, I have. I mean, I flew you all over the country just to kick my ass at the gym. You built a house within walking distance of my place. Whenever I'm not working, we watch your terrible horror movies together."

"And when you needed help, I'm the first person you turned to..." Ethan winced. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Why did you have to be a demon...?"

"Why do you have to be a demon hunter?"

There, Ethan's eyes snapped opened. "Because this" - He gestured at Buck - "is wrong! You're not human anymore!"

"You just admitted that there are more than humans out there. Why do _they_get to live and demons don't?"

"Because demons are -" Ethan struggled for words.

"What? Because we're evil?" Buck lifted his arms, flexing his enormous muscles. "Tell me this is bad."

Ethan swallowed hard at the size of those huge mounds. He turned away from the temptation and caught sight of Mike standing at attention, awaiting instruction. "What about him?" he demanded. "You've turned a poor, innocent, human soul into a fucking demon! Can he even hear us!?"

Buck smirked. "He came to me. I found them swimming in the pool I made when I first transformed." He spread his arms, welcoming Ethan. "If I hadn't come along, you would've had demons running around wildly. Or maybe they'd just be lounging around in the ruins of my mansion and more and more people will go in to investigate and they'll just keep making more of them. Now, they're all under my command."

"You're talking like there's more than one..."

With a grin, Buck squeezed his big, fluffy and soaked balls. "Yeah. Thirty of them including Mike there. Got them all right here."

"How...?" Ethan asked, totally appalled. "How could you...?"

"They came to me." Buck straightened and glowered down at Ethan. "I didn't kill them. They're still here. Part of Mike is still in that sexy body of his." He nodded at the thrall. "But he's subdued now. He does what I want. I can keep him under control so that they don't go around thrashing up Angelton." Turning back towards Ethan, he said, "What do you think is better? Sacrificing thirty or so people to destroy thirty men who were turned into demons without know what happened? Or having thirty guys really happy with who they are under my rule?"

Even Ethan had to begrudgingly admit that was somewhat better than hundreds of rampaging demons as he had been led to believe. He grumbled but simply could not walk away from this.

"Fine. You got me there. But are you still planning to take over the world?"

Buck inclined his head to the side, a smile on his features. "Depends. Now that you told me that there are demon hunters out there and other supernatural creatures, maybe you could use someone on your team?"

"What?"

"I'm not a bad guy, Ethan." He pressed a paw against his chest. "I didn't ask for this and I'm fighting every urge in my body that's telling me to be the Sloth Demon I'm meant to be. I can bring demons under control. You don't need to keep sacrificing people. You don't need to die. Wouldn't that be a better solution than throwing yourselves headlong at demons who can probably repopulate faster than you can train your Dead Men?"

Ethan averted his gaze. That was proof enough for Buck and he gently pushed his tongue out of his dick and gently, almost lovingly wiped the cum off Ethan's face.

"Come on, man. We can make this work."

When his trainer lifted his gaze, Buck knew that Ethan was going to join him. His heart felt a wave of relief and elation at the prospect. He didn't want to face this big new world that had been revealed to him in an explosive shower of cum and demonic hunger. There was so much to learn and if he was going to protect him and his brood, he needed to know about it. All of it.

"How?" Ethan asked.

Buck didn't hesitate and slowly began sliding his cock's tongue down Ethan's chiselled chest and burying it into Ethan's shorts. There, he curled the appendage around Ethan's cock. It didn't take much coaxing to get that prick to start filing with blood and rub against Buck's extra tongue. The _taste_of Ethan made him quiver and the little droplet of precum that slid out of Ethan's dick made him want more.

"Join me," he cooed.

His personal trainer-slash-demon hunter moaned, body shaking and suddenly going limp. Ethan fell to his knees, gritting his teeth as he tried to fight these urges deep inside of him. Buck didn't want him to be like Mike. He needed someone he could confide in and someone who could advise him on this new, magical world that he had been introduced to. He wasn't lying when he said that he could work with the Dead Men. It would just be an arrangement to his advantage. If he could be the sole puppeteer behind the organisation, hunting down demons so that he was the only true ruler of Earth, why not?

And Havoc accused him of not having initiative.

Ethan grimaced. He was still fighting it but he was losing.

Buck knew just how to manipulate him. "So... you like me, huh?"

A wry smile crossed Ethan's face and his eyes began to glaze over. "I... I was damned to die and take a demon with me... But you... you took me all around the country... gave me a purpose outside of... of demon hunting... urf!"

Buck teased Ethan's cock, gently pressing the tip of his dick against the human's slit.

"I spent... more time with you than anyone..." He took a deep breath and shook his head. "...Than anyone else... You were my best friend... Even though you hated my horror movies... Ah!"

Buck pushed his tongue into Ethan's cock. The effect was instantaneous. Ethan's dick, hungry for the raw power and pleasure that Buck was offering, surged forward with a sudden burst of growth. Even Buck was surprised to feel that large prick eagerly consuming his secondary tongue, wrapping it in its warmth and spraying precum all over his tastebuds.

"Go on," Buck cooed. He was getting really turned on. He had to angle hid dick away from Ethan to keep from drowning him in a waterfall of precum spewing from the rounded tip. "I hated your horror movies but..."

"But you still watched them with me..." Ethan swallowed hard and leaned back. His hips bucked involuntarily and the bulge in his shorts grew to obscene sizes. His balls were deliciously tennis-ball sized and with each passing second, his dick continued to grow. Buck pushed more and more of his tongue into that member but the distance until he reached those succulent testicles was constantly increasing.

"Every hour we spent working out..." Ethan growled, squeezing his eyes shut. "... best time of my... of my life..." He gasped suddenly and even Buck let out a surprised cry as he felt something wet and slick run up his tongue. Right before his eyes, Ethan's dick began rising out of his shorts, thicker than any beer can and already a foot long. A long, pink appendage shyly pushed out of Ethan's slit, already widened and engorged by Buck's tongue.

"That's it..." Buck urged, grinning broadly. "Let it out..."

Ethan groaned and licked his own lips, a lewd smile on his features. He was finally letting himself go and as a result, his secondary tongue began to emerge from his cock, winding around Buck's lovingly. With some newfound strength, he tugged at Buck's dick, pulling it further into himself and begging for more.

"Oooooh fuck... that feels so gooooood..."

It wouldn't be long now. Buck told Mike to help out their new recruit and the big, burly, former construction worker mover towards Ethan, wrapping his large paws around Ethan's chest. He pushed his muzzle against Ethan's, tongue pushing out and catching Ethan in a hot, steaming, toe-curling kiss. A rising moan came from the professional trainer, his cock surging upwards and tearing right his shorts down the middle.

Knowing the size that Ethan would grow to, Buck wound his big dick around the growing man and pulled him gently towards the edge of the pool. As he did so, Ethan's chest began to expand rapidly, tearing through his sweat and cum-stained shirt to reveal his enormous, broad, muscular pectorals. Ethan pulled his lips from Mike with a loud smack_and he was left gasping. Another moan rose from his throat as his dick surged forwards, adding a whole _six feet to its length and about half that much in girth. Ethan was forced to spread his legs wide with his balls growing to such enormous sizes that it could cushion most of his body. To protect the fragile package, thick, brownish-orange fur began spread over the massive sack becoming a layer of almost armour-like fur.

Buck suddenly felt an intense pleasure from his dick. Ethan pushed his own extraneous tongue into Buck's cock, draining the precum straight from the source. Their cocks pushed up against one another, slits practically 'kissing'. As their dicks docked with one another, their tongues writhed and coiled within one another's length. The curious Ethan got a dazed, pleasured look on his face as he explored the interior of Buck's cock, lapping up all the precum that came his way. At the same time, he was jerking his hips as Buck's own tongue pushed deeper and deeper into him, reaching for his balls.

Then, with a sudden splash, Ethan topped into the pool of sticky, orange-white liquid. Buck was so enraptured in the moment that he didn't realise what was happening.

"Ethan!"

But his concern was unwarranted. He could still feel Ethan's dick tongue squirming within his own cock and moments later, the big trainer breached the surface with a gasp. He grinned at Buck, irises a bright red and with darkness creeping out from their red edges to cover his eyes.

"You're just so fucking sexy!" Ethan exclaimed. He began making broad, powerful strokes forward, swimming through the muck. With every stroke, his muscles expanded and grew. The remnants of his shirt fell away with the broadening of his shoulders. Thick muscle bulged up against his flesh, every curve visible in his deltoids and every muscle group pressing up against his skin to make the veins pop up along his biceps.

The hungry, lusty look in his eyes grew more and more devilish as his face lengthened. His nose spearheaded to change, pushing forward to become a black, leathery point while his teeth lengthened into fangs. The same orange-brown fur began spreading along his muzzle down to his face. It pushed his ears to the top of his heat, transforming them into big, triangular dishes keener than any mortal canine. Though he kept his short, brown hair, it now sprouted from an orange-brown undercoat.

What surprised Buck the most was that as Ethan panted, his tongue began expanding and lengthening beyond the proportions of his muzzle. It was almost more pointed instead of flat like a canine's. Buck recoiled a little as Ethan's broad, muscular figure pushed up against his muscle gut and his friend looked up at him with a hungry look. Ethan's tongue roiled out of his muzzle, stretching to an amazing length and dripping with his saliva. It lapped up at Buck's cheek, causing the Sloth Demon to flinch.

Perhaps it was that moment of hesitation, a sign of weakness or maybe Ethan was just really horny but in that moment, Ethan plunged his tongue into Buck's muzzle. The Sloth Demon gagged as the invading muscle pushed down his throat and sloshed around his throat. Both of Ethan's tongues were now inside of him and both writhed, wiggling inside of him, filling him with warmth and _activity._They caused his entire body to tremble, every muscle in his body shaking and shivering with delight.

He had never let anyone in before, not even his wife or his kids and this... this was incredible!

Buck closed his eyes, letting himself drift off into the moment. He pulled Ethan closed to him, enormous paws clasped around Ethan's back. He could feel Ethan's muscles growing and expanding. Ethan's firm belly began pressing up against his own, their abs pushing against one another. Ethan's size became too much for both demons to lie on top of one another so Ethan had to roll to the side. Perhaps through some instinct or a little bit of consciousness, the indentation where Buck rested widened, the glass pipes shifting to accommodate the new Sloth Demon that would rule over the others.

Ethan settled himself beside Buck and as he grew, he fit the new shape perfectly. The more he drank from Buck's dick, the bigger and bigger he became. His legs extended, touching the bottom of the pool with room to spare. Already large feet expanded to break any mortal shoe size and could easily crush a man's chest with one, powerful stomp. He kept his large muscles, calves and thighs bulging to even bigger sizes than Buck's. In fact, as he continued to grow, he rose above Buck's height and became even broader. His enormous arms easily wrapped around Buck's shoulders and he had to lean down to fully press his muzzle against Buck's lips.

The two Sloth Demons shared a lusty kiss, their meandering members rising out of the waters like two sea serpents locked in battle. As their passion grew, their dicks continued thrash and throb. Ethan's cock was smaller than Buck's so it was clear who the dominant male was but Ethan still gave it a good fight. In the end, both Demons became lost in their lust.

Their rising moans grew and grew until finally...

"FUCK!" both men cried, their voices muffled by the presence of Ethan's tongue.

Their huge balls pumped an immense amount of cum, shooting up their enormous lengths and sending it spurting out their jointed tips. The two huge heads pressed against one another tried to shove their loads into the other but the intense force of both hose-like dicks was too much for both of them. In a sudden burst, both Demons were forced to withdraw their dicks from one another, long tongue snapping out like a whip and flailing about while cum sprayed out of their cocks.

A rainstorm of cum came down upon them, their hips bucking madly and their eyes rolled into the backs of their heads. All the while, their lips were joined in a passionate kiss. They held onto one another as their earth-shattering orgasm caused both of their enormous bodies to shake violently.

Their seed rained down all over Ethan's backyard and house. Where it touched, their demonic corruption continued to spread. Clear, orange pipes began spreading all over the rest of the back yard. The tennis court vanished beneath their folds, replaced by another pool of corrupted waters. Buck took control of the change while Ethan eagerly helped to provide the supply of energy. He was unsure what to do with Ethan's house for the moment so he just let his demonic power seep into the walls, tiles and bricks ready for the time when he would unleash it. But the entire backyard was his... no... theirs.

Ethan had always provided him with the motivation to better himself so now, he was going to use that. The Dead Man would be his supply of power and he would direct it. Just the thought of having Ethan pumping cum into him and he choosing how to change it, sent him crashing into yet another orgasm. He imagined Ethan's dick up his ass, pumping him full of seed and power and he was thrown into a third blast. This self-perpetuating cycle continued for over twenty minutes until even he was spent.

As Buck finally came down from his sexual high, he became aware of Ethan's tongue still in his muzzle and a faint nagging in the back of his head. He blinked a couple of times but found the warmth and comfort of afterglow too hard to resist. He just leaned into the kiss and held onto Ethan.

"Buck...?"

He tried to open his eyes but found that it was just too hard. Somehow, he did manage to mumble, "Ethan... that you...?" Though with his muzzle full, it sounded more like, "Eeewan... at...ooo?"

"Yeah... It's me... I think... Don't use your mouth - erm... muzzle. Think it..."

Trying to swim through the haze, Buck thought back, "We can talk... like this...?"

"Yeah... Shit.. I'm in you and in your head."

"That was terrible," Buck laughed mentally.

"I've just been turned into a demon. What do you expect?"

"A sexy demon at that." He reached down and tweaked Ethan's nipple, causing the big Sloth Demon to growl audibly.

"Stop that. You're gonna make me cum again."

"And what's so bad about that?"

Ethan gave it a moment to consider and Buck found that he could trace every thought that went through his head.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

******

It was just getting dark when Flash set down the weights. He was still struggling with the idea that his dad might actually be gay and that he reason Buck had always bene so distant with his family was simply that he could not connect with them on that level. Perhaps it was true that he pushed away Flash because he had appeared to be the red-blooded American that loved sports, would get a girl, have two kids and have white picket fencing around his property. He had spent so long hating his dad that he found himself a little lost on how to deal with the possibility of having a dad.

Sure there were a few fantasies rolling around his head about calling Russ 'daddy' and it made his cock stir but that wasn't on a paternal level. It was just... a fantasy. Having dad who he could toss around the pig skin with, sit around watching games or...

... or doing the things he actually wanted instead of what people thought he wanted.

Flash grunted and slammed the dumbbells into the ground with a frustrated growl. He regarded his engorged biceps. This body, regardless of how he got it, was just a product of an image that he created to live up to everyone's expectations. The only three people who knew that he loved the occult and really got into mysteries were Flint, Dante and Russ. He was the star quarterback of this backwater town because he had been a coward and moulded himself to be a being with impregnable armour of popularity and physicality.

But beneath it all...

"You don't see that every day with a demon."

He perked his ears at the sound of Russ' voice. Like a puppy seeing his master after they had gone off on a trip, Flash's tail wagged happily and he got up off the weight machine.

Russ gave him a faint smile and entered into the gym. "I've never seen a demon fight with their own identity. Most demons, whether they're humans who are condemned to Hell and are turned into thralls or changed of after exposure, know who they are. They never question it. Even Virgil was steadfast in his identity even after he was changed into multiple forms of demons." He leaned against the pulldown machine, crossing his big arms. "But you're really struggling there, aren't you?"

Flash sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "That obvious, huh?"

"It's also obvious that you want a father figure in your life," Russ said. "You want a dad who can sit down with you and have 'the talk with'. You want a dad who you can admire and eventually surpass, a dad who will support you, challenge you and drive you."

He gave Russ a hopeful look.

"You know I can't be that for you, Flash," Russ said tenderly. "As much as it would feel... fulfilling to raise a pup and even though every instinct in my body is telling me to nurture you like that, I just can't."

"Because I have a dad..."

"Because you want it for all the wrong reasons," answered Russ. "You want all those things but you also want a dad to be dominant over you, bend you over and fuck you like crazy to always remind you that you came from _his_seed." The legendary hellhound shook his head sadly. "You know I can never be that, Flash. And I think you should get these thoughts out of your head. I mean, yeah your dad is a good looking guy but if you asked him to do that to you, you could both get into a lot of trouble especially if you go all hellhound on him."

Flash's cheeks began to burn in embarrassment. "Maybe -"

"You're young," Russ said. "You're also an unaligned hellhound. That means you can feed on any emotion. It's up to you if you want to use your powers to puff up some leather daddy's ego and feast on it while stroking your own sexual fantasies but I'll tell you now, being a demon sucks when compared to living your life as a mortal."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I used to be sort of like you." Russ sat down next to Flash. "After I was condemned to the Underworld, I became obsessed with death, revenge and all sorts of negative emotions. But that didn't mean that I didn't have my needs. I mean, come on. My dad was Zeus and we all know how virile he was."

Flash chuckled, knowing the story full well. "Did he really turn himself into animals and fuck people?"

Russ rolled his eyes. "More times than can be counted in history. He was an Angel of Creation after all. It was in his nature to... propagate." Shaking his head, Russ said, "Anyway, I began associating my obsessions with sexual gratification. I embodied what being a demon meant. I feasted on negative emotions and I cummed all the energy I consumed to spread my influence. You know the River Styx?"

"One of the rivers of the dead?"

The older hellhound beamed at him. "Good on you. You know there are more than one. Can you name the rest?"

"Phlegethon, Acheron, Lethe and Cocytus," Flash answered proudly, making Russ chuckle.

"They're the one." The big hellhound took a deep breath and let out slowly. "Well... you can imagine that all that liquid had to come from somewhere..."

Flash's eyes widened. "Whoa, wait! Are you telling me that you...?"

"Yep. Sole source of the rivers. Had to put these three dicks to use, right?" He pointed at his member. "Two rivers produced per puppy maker." He gave Flash a grave look. "The point is, it was a dark time for me. A time when I was just a demon. Nothing else. Hades capitalised on that. He took all my hatred, anger and depression, pointed me in the direction of something that'll patch up that wound and told me to go nuts. And I did. I lost myself in consuming death and producing the Underworld's rivers."

Russ jabbed Flash's chest with a claw. "And if you keep going down this path, that's exactly what's going to happen to you. You want a dad. That's admirable. But you're horny as fuck. You can't combine those two. It'll only end in disaster. Look at Edward and his dad."

"So incest is bad?"

"Hell no. If I ever get to see _my_dad again, the first thing I'm going to make him do is bend over and fuck him until he's raw!" Russ folded his arms and growled. "Bastard was never there and didn't even lift a finger when I became a demon."

Only then did Flash realise that Russ was in a very similar situation as him. Both had neglectful fathers after all. Though Russ didn't want to fill the void of a missing father with a father-figure that he could make love with...

"Urgh... what is wrong with me..." Flash muttered, shaking his head. "It sounds so sick now when you think about it... I want a father I can fuck... shit..."

"You just get turned on when you have the opportunity to call someone 'daddy'," Russ chuckled, giving his shoulder a little bump. "And I bet you'll cum the moment that same someone calls you 'son'."

Flash decided not to answer. Russ knew him too well.

"It's your kink," the older hellhound said, holding up his paw. "I get that. Just like how Dante loves the idea of us milking him and I get off being the dominant one, you can have your buttons that can be pressed. Nothing wrong with that. But you just need to separate fantasy from reality. Too many good men have fallen prey to such vices and ended up being thrown to Hell for indulging in their kinks too much. Then the Lust Demons get them."

The comforting words and helpful advice was very... fatherly of Russ. But Flash took it to heart and doused any flame of ever convincing the amazing hellhound to being his surrogate dad and the two of them taking such a relationship to the bedroom. Russ had his own soul mate after all. There was no need squeezing in between them.

"I guess I'll just have to work on it..." he admitted.

Russ placed a powerful paw on his shoulder. "Hey, it doesn't mean that I still won't be there for both of you. You're my pack now. I guess I'm like your alpha. I'll be there for you, I'll protect you and do whatever I can to help you both grow stronger. You're my pups. If you need your rocks off and the only way to do that is for us to role play some 'father-son' time, I'll be happy to help but you have to remember that once we cum we're back to being pack mates. Got that?"

They were reasonable terms. It was a little hard to swallow and Flash had to admit that realising his fantasies would never come true was a little crushing but it was for the best. They had other demons out there that would capitalize on such a weakness and the last thing he wanted to do was to put either Dante or Russ in danger.

"Got it," he agreed.

"Good." Russ then clapped his paws and jumped to his feet. "Now come on, Dante has prepared a meal for us."

Flash rolled his eyes. "Oh boy... more demon food..." Funny thing was, he was only being partially sarcastic...

"We're probably going to need to get off after this." Russ gave him a devilish grin. "I guess we'll get to practice your resolve later, now won't we?"

Flash's tail was wagging excitedly.

---

Motivated

_ _

'You see, my boy, the more powerful a Sloth Demon, the less they have to move. They are masters of mental manipulation to the point where their thralls are truly just extensions of their will. With their role as Generators, they are able to constantly suppress their thralls, preventing their souls from recovering. They make sure that their thralls, these lower class, are physically fit and incredible specimens of demonic lineage.'

---

It was an indescribable calling.

Harry couldn't understand what it was but something in his body just _told_him to go to Ethan's place. The sun had just set plunging the forests into darkness but somehow, he knew his way even on foot. Usually, Ethan picked him up from his place and they headed to the home gym for their workout routine but the trek from the suburbs to the isolated home just seemed to go by swiftly and before long, Harry found himself standing in front of the house.

He wasn't sure how or why but he felt that he needed to be here. There was just a powerful nagging in the back of his head that lured him towards the front door. He didn't even notice that the entire home had changed drastically. What had once been a single storey house was now as tall as a triple storey mansion even though it still had one floor. Intricate glass pipes constantly funnelled liquid around the rising, orange and white marble columns. They wound all over the place like snakes permanently frozen in time and pumping the building full of this liquid that acted like its blood. Complex stained glass windows depicted erotic scenes of big, burly males with ridiculously large genitals being intimate with one another.

Harry didn't even reach the big, carrot-brown, wooden doors before they swung open. His eyes widened in surprise at the imposingly tall, buff and lean monsters welcoming him. They looked like wolf-men of sorts but all were dressed in tight fitting speedos that barely contained their enormous bulges. One of the slave Sloth Demons grinned at him and the other's huge, long tongue slipped out between his teeth and snapped through the air like a whip.

Common sense told Harry to turn around and flee but that powerful force rooted him in place. A sense of calm flooded his veins and he relaxed. Everything was perfectly fine. It was impossible to resist the force and he let the two demons welcome him into the building. The floor was made entirely out of orange marble and it felt like he was stepping into some sort of ancient Greek bathhouse. Gone was the lounge room, weights room and whatever else Ethan had. Instead, he was standing in a broad villa with a clear view of the night sky above them and an even large pool sitting right in front of him. There was a small river of strange opaque orangey water pouring from somewhere to the rear of the building, the source kept somewhere behind two large, brown doors.

Within the pool, swimming in the odd, citrusy-scented waters were dozens more of these Sloth Demons, all tall, lean and with enormous dicks barely contained within their speedos. Many were using their long tongues to good use, lapping at one another, and arousing each other. The speedos were surprisingly durable though. Even though their enormous dicks which even when partially engorged, were nearly the same size as they were, the garments didn't break.

He wondered at this, never audibly giving voice to his questions. Knowledge seeped into his mind and he instantly knew that the speedos were like a sexy collar of subjugation. These Sloth Demons couldn't cum or fully pleasure themselves without the express purpose of their master. It had the added effect of making them all look sexy as hell and there was something infinitely arousing about how their dicks gave them a rather obscene bulge.

The two demons that had greeted him began peeling off his clothing. He stood there, numb and just letting them do as they pleased. The demon with the long, prehensile tongue rubbed the slimy appendage against his cheeks, spreading war saliva all over his skin. A chill ran down his spine and he found a familiar arousal starting to strain his pants. It was the same sort of arousal that he had received when Buck Goldman had...

It was hard to remember exactly what happened but when that very same demon began teasing his lips with the tip of his tongue, Harry eagerly opened his lips and let that meandering length down his throat. His eyelids fluttered at the touch of that thick, warm appendage exploring his mouth. The demons stripped him down until he was bare for all to see and his five inch cock was throbbing eagerly. A warm paw wrapped around his dick, completely consuming it. The guy's paw had to be at least three times the size of his member and yet he still managed to give it a few tugs before a voice boomed in each of their minds.

"That's enough."

Harry realised that the voice was the same as the calling that had drawn him here in the first place.

"Bring him here. And see to our other guests."

At the mention of 'other guests', Harry turned his head to look behind him. Another two demons opened the big, wooden doors and there was another man standing there, looking dazed and confused. Somehow, Harry knew that this guy hadn't had direct contact with any of these fantastic creatures but had been drawn by the powerful mental call of their master... of his master.

He gave the man a reassuring smile and then turned back towards his goal.

Now he knew where he was going.

With strong, purposeful steps, he followed his two guides who had both retreated from continuing to pleasure him. They headed around the large pool where another two demons emerged from the waters to welcome yet another guest through, this time there were three guys and they looked like campers; likely some guys who had decided to camp out a little too close to this paradise on earth.

Harry took a deep breath and he could taste and smell the tangy, marmalade-like twang of slothfulness in the air. It didn't come from these slave Sloth Demons. No. The source was somewhere in the rear of the facility and it was incredible. He just had to see the source, to meet them and become part of this magnificent menagerie of masculinity.

The two demons stood on either side of the big, brown doors where the river came from. Harry realised that there was no way to get to the rear without submerging himself somewhat in the waters. He didn't even hesitate and waded into the ankle-deep waters. The moment the warm fluid touched his flesh, he felt a strange sense of calm flood his entire body. It took all his effort not to collapse into the waters there and then just let the current take him away. But he was determined to heed the call of the force and he strode forward.

The demons exchanged knowing smirks and pushed open the door. There was a dark tunnel beyond that was only illuminated by strangely orange flames that hung from the ceiling. No torch, no lamp. Just flames. Excited, Harry stepped calmled stepped through the doors and followed the flames as they led him to the rear of the facility. With each step, that citrusy scent in the air grew stronger and stronger. It became almost coiling like being in one of those aromatherapy clinics where the smells were designed to cause relaxation and deprive the mind of oxygen.

Many times along his trip, Harry felt that his body couldn't go on and he was tempted to just fall back into the waters and close his eyes to sleep forever. But something else drove him forward and he was not going to be satisfied until he got to meet the source of that voice face to face.

For his determination, he was rewarded by entering a vast, open-air location. There were large pools of the same liquid scattered about. They bubbled loudly with steam rising from each of them to form that powerful aroma that constantly pressed down on Harry's will. He was reminded of those Japanese hot springs he had read about only there were no divisions between the pools and the waters constantly fed the pool in the forefront of the facility.

There were also only two occupants.

At the farther and biggest pool stood two very different Sloth Demons. They were... chunkier than the ones that had greeted him. Their bellies were still arrayed by a large set of abdominal muscles but they weren't lean or vascular like the slave demons. That didn't make them any less imposing. In fact, the two were positively enormous. The pool had to at least be a hundred metres wide and they both two up the far end of it with ease. From where he stood, there had to be at least a football field between himself and the two demons and he could still see them clearly. They were _that_large.

"You were right, Buck. He did make it," said the one on the right. The sexy demon bore a rather impressive, thick beard over his muzzle. It stood out against his orangey fur. Despite the distance, the voice rang out clearly in Harry's mind.

"I told you. He's been exposed to my power longer. He's had time to... adapt."

"Should we send the others away then? Stop the calling?"

The one on the left grinned broadly. "Of course not." He nodded towards Harry. "You know who I am, don't you Harry?"

Though he didn't know how or why, Harry did know. "You're... Buck... Buck Goldman." His eyes went to the demon on the right. "And you're Ethan... my personal trainer..."

"That's right, Harry," Ethan responded with a nod. "We're going to make this world a better place and we need someone to help us. We've been calling out to people all over Angelton. Seeing who will bite and see if they can make it to us. You're the first."

Harry glanced over his shoulder at the long, black tunnel. He realised that it wasn't as simple as a simple, linear tunnel. It was some sort of... magical maze. The only reason he made it this far was because these two demons let him. He couldn't even see the exit to the front area anymore.

"That's right, Harry. Some of those people were those that headed our call and tried to make it to us. None of them showed as much determination as you did. Something about our power called out to you, didn't it?"

Turning his gaze back towards the demons, he nodded.

Ethan closed his eyes and smiled."You know... I always thought sloth was a sense of laziness. But now I think I understand it a little more. There's the sloth that comes from procrastinating from your duty..."

"Something you enjoyed quite well," laughed Buck, nudging Ethan lightly. Harry's eyes boggled when an _enormous_serpent rose out of the murky waters and gently poked Buck's side. He realised that it was Ethan's member!

"And then there's the sloth from the desire to get something as quickly as possible." Ethan turned his gaze towards Harry, his red eyes filled with hunger. "That's something you have, isn't it Harry? You've always wanted to be big, buff and strong. But you've never wanted to do all that hard work. You've always wanted someone to just inject you with some magic potion that'll make you an immense bodybuilder. You thought that hiring me on, I'd have some secret that will make you just as big as I am."

There was no use denying it. Ethan was in his head.

"I think that's what makes you very special, Harry. You know what it's like to want something as quickly as possible with as little effort as possible. And I think that's what'll make you the perfect candidate to protect our little sanctuary."

Harry tilted his head to the side. He could actually hear his own voice echoing in his mind. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"You saw that little maze of ours, didn't you?" asked Buck. "Surely you know what it really is now, don't you? You're a smart kid."

There was no fear in his mind as two, enormous dicks emerged from the waters of the pools and began snaking their way towards him. They were simply _enormous_at least as large as a car each! It simply spoke of how big the two demons really were. They hovered over him, dripping precum all over him. Where they touched him, a strange warmth spread through him, making him moan and h is flesh tingle.

"Look at your arm, Harry."

Harry did as he was told and lift his right arm. His eyes widened as he was compelled to flex it and in doing so, his bicep bulged out like it had never before. Thick veins crossed his muscle and began straining against his shirt. It grew rapidly before his eyes, lengthening and widening until it outsized his own chest. His other arm began to quake and he glanced over in surprise as it too began to grown in size.

"What do you say, champ?" Ethan asked. "Wanna be part of our team?"

Harry reached out, gripping the two dicks that hovered over him. He pulled them towards him and without hesitating, pushing his face against the nearest one - Buck's. He didn't even care that he was shoving his head right into that enormous piss slit. Darkness submerged him and strange muscles all over the member welcomed him into its folds like a throat. He could hear the two demons laughing in his head.

"I think that's a yes!" Buck exclaimed.

"Awww, and here I wanted to gave a go at him. He was my client."

"Well, here then."

Harry felt his legs lift off the ground as the enormous member guided him straight towards Ethan's dick. His shoes brushed up against Ethan's dick and before he knew what was happening, he was being consumed from that side, the huge cock greedily slurping him up. The warm, muscular length wrapped around him tightly, spraying precum all over him until it had him up to his waist. The rest of Harry's upper body was wrapped in Buck's dick, the two members 'kissing' right around his belly button. The two master Sloth Demons enjoyed the intimate moment of sharing a victim between them for a moment longer before Buck eventually relinquished his grip on Harry to Ethan. Without letting their dicks part, Ethan took Harry into himself, letting his client make the long, pleasurable trip down to his balls where he would become a master Sloth Demon just like the two of them.

Ethan grinned and gripped his balls in anticipation. "After this, we'll be ready."

Buck rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "No... Not quite yet. There's still someone else I want to change."

Having full disclosure on his mate's thoughts, Ethan could only grin. "Then call out to him, babe."

******

Flash let out a loud, satisfying belch, shooting black flames from his muzzle into the air. Dante appreciated the sentiment as he leaned back in his chair. It took a white to cook the meal and infuse it with enough demonic energies and flavours to truly make it appetizing to his new family but it was well worth it. Russ was actually slumped back in his chair, claws digging into the wood as he desperately tried not to touch his massive triple erection. Flash wasn't so subtle and was absently rubbing himself.

Dante regarded his huge, erect dick as well and groaned.

"I don't know if this was such a good idea..." he admitted, squeezing his mighty knot. "But it feels sooooo good."

Russ straightened and shook his head rapidly from side to side. "Fight it, pups. I know you want to cum but you need to keep it down. Only way you're going to get stronger."

"But I'm so hard..." Flash mumbled, rubbing his erection. He lifted his free arm, flexing his enormous muscles. He kissed the large bicep and Dante just lost control at that moment. He leapt forward off his seat, crashing through the discarded and empty dishes and burying his muzzle into Flash's armpit. He took in his mate's manly scent, lapping at the muscled arm with his tongue and -

Suddenly let out a yelp as Russ picked him up by his scruff and lifted him off the table. He pulled Flash off the chair as well, holding up the two pups like... well, a pair of naughty pups.

"Stop it you two," Russ growled. "We barely made it against the Deception Demons. We need to get stronger if we're going to - Flash! Stop that!" He held Flash out at arm's length so that the crimson demon couldn't reach his three dicks which he had been reaching for.

"But -" Dante whimpered, looking up at Russ with wide eyes and even going so far as to let out a soft whimper.

"No!" Russ growled. Then an idea struck him. "You know what? We're going to watch TV."

"Porn!?" Flash asked eagerly.

"No. Law and Order."

Both pups exchanged glances and then turned back to him in confusion. "What?" they asked in unison.

"You'll see."

He carried the pups effortlessly towards the entertainment room. With all the good food that Dante had been feeding him, he was starting to feel like his old self again and he felt a little bit of pride being able to hoist the two massive pups and plopping them down on the ground at the foot of the couch. He switched on the television on his flat screen and ordered them to watch for a good, full ten minutes without touching themselves or one another.

The first half of the show was fascinating. The actual arrest, crime solving and police shenanigans was a good hook and had both his boys latched to the screen enough that they weren't leaking all over the carpet anymore even though their dicks were erect. But the second half of the show when they got into the legal stuff... Russ was a lawyer by trade and even he found that part of the show incredibly boring. It took all his effort not to fall asleep himself but when Flash suddenly let out a frustrated cry and clutched his head, he knew he had achieved his goal.

"This is soooo boring!" he cried. "Convict already!"

"Yeaah... my boner is gone..." Dante admitted. He glanced over his shoulder at Russ. "Do you seriously watch this show to keep down your boners?"

Russ shrugged. "Honestly? It actually puts me to sleep. I found out about the show after a while. It runs for about forty-five minutes, has enough to keep me interested and bores me enough that I can't even be bother to change the channel or jack off. I watch enough episodes and I actually fall asleep. That's saying something. I don't know what it is. It just has a draining effect on me." He let out a snort. "What do you know? A mortal TV show starring Ice-T can put demons to sleep."

Dante stretched and found himself actually yawning. "Yeah... I can feel it..." He got up and rolled his shoulders. "Well, if you're going to sit here and watch this, I'll get some reading done. I haven't finished the Sloth Chapter yet."

Now that his pups were less frisky, Russ was feeling a little more... fatherly. "Bring it here. I'll read it aloud."

"I'm not seven years old, Russ. I don't need you to read me a bedtime story."

It was somewhat fascinating that Flash was so desperate for a father and yet Dante was quite independent. Any other mortal in his place would be pining over his missing father and using every ounce of energy to search for him but Dante was surprisingly capable of standing alone against a storm. He wasn't keeping any emotions bottled up either. He was a rather well-adjusted kid.

"It's either I read it aloud or you do," Russ challenged. "We all need to know what your grandpa wrote down. I may have experienced it but I think he may have a few insights that he didn't share with me." He shrugged absently and waved a big paw at the two of them. "As you know, he didn't share everything with me."

Dante rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll get the journal."

A few moments later, Dante returned with the journal and parked himself in front of Russ. Flash crawled up onto Russ' lap, setting his head down against the big hellhound's thighs so he could look over Dante's shoulder. Russ absently began scratching Flash behind his ears making the crimson hellhound's tail wag in gratitude.

Dante summarised what he had read so far and then continued from where he had left off.

'With his entire realm threatened, Torpor was forced to act. He began assembling his remaining demons and tried to give a riling speech but he might as well have been throwing feathers are rocks. While he was impassioned, the demons around him were not. This is when we approached him and the moment he saw us, he realised what we had done. His rage would've cracked the entire plane of hell and he tried to consume us with his aura and his member but, once again, H2 intervened. We had won the challenge.

'But Torpor was not about to let us go just yet. He forged a silver pocket watch from his raw power and gave it to me. A trophy for having won his challenge. However, while I was distracted, he lunged at us with his titanic member. Now, you can imagine as big as he was, his member was simply monumental. It swallowed us both with ease. A Sloth Demon's source of their power is not just their members or their testicles but rather what lies within their balls.

'The pure slothful energy that enveloped us was paralysing. I was caught off guard and that was my mistake. Just one crack in your defences and a Sloth Demon can capitalise on it and sweep throughout your entire body. Russ and I slipped down his shaft, the muscles of the member undulating around us, pulling us deeper and deeper into his core. At the same time, his precum continued to pour in around us, corrupting us and changing us. While I tried to struggle mentally, my body was frozen in place and the deeper I fell, the less I wanted to struggle.'

"I remember that," Russ rumbled. He shook his head. "Sloth Demons are really dangerous. Their pheromones are very strong as well. I'll be surprised if your grandpa didn't mention just how horny it made us."

"Yeah, here it is. Next paragraph," replied Dante.

'Needless to say, I became increasingly aroused. But I also felt no will no pleasure myself. The cock wrapped around me did the work for us and I do believe I orgasmed multiple times before the journey to the core of the Sloth Demon ended. Now I know what you're thinking. You expect us to have dropped into some sort of flesh orb as we were slowly consumed by Torpor's testicles. Interestingly enough, that is not the case.

'You see, my boy, while a Sloth Demon's testicles may indeed look solid from the outside, they are in fact portals to a little pocket plane that is the source of every Sloth Demon's power. When we reached our goal, we were dropped from the sky into a realm flooded with the same orange-white cum that Torpor constantly bathed in. We could not see the end of the plane, just the horizon. There was nothing but this creamy, orange water everywhere and the constant scent or arousal and semen.'

"They have a whole world inside their balls?" Flash asked.

Russ nodded. "Yep. It's where their true power lies. Power of an entire dimension of sorts. Too bad they're too lazy to really put it to any use."

'At this point, neither Russ nor I had the energy to move. We were enthralled by Torpor's power. It did not help that the trinket he had given me was corruptive in nature and that was how he had designed it. It infected us both. I grew bloated, bigger, stronger than I had ever been. The lust and the power I was given at no cost was alluring and I found myself giving myself to this new shape. I quickly grew to resemble a master Sloth Demon and Russ grew right beside me.

'We had a lot of fun using our new, extending, prehensile dicks to explore one another's transformed bodies and we orgasmed multiple times. I realised that the reason why the Sloth Demons likes to float in their own cum was so that they could fuck one another or even themselves with their dicks without needing to move. I will admit to finding it oddly arousing to have stuffed my own dick into my ass...'

Russ let out a deep chortle. "Yeah, that was fun."

"I thought you said no one ever fucks you?" Dante asked.

"No one ever did. Your grandpa fucked himself and I double stuffed him."

Dante tried not to get aroused but all he had to do was look at the TV screen and he was brought back to reading the journal. The show had to be made by some wizards or something to have such an effect on demons.

'Eventually, after we had been sufficiently converted, the cum around us began to churn and we were pulled down into an enormous maelstrom. We didn't struggle. We knew what was happening. In short order, we were sucked into that enormous whirlpool and then being pumped right out of Torpor's dick. We erupted back out into the Sluggish Swamps in our very own pool of seed that we contributed to.

'Torpor was pleased with our appearance and progress and told us to relax and just do what felt natural. But here is the thing about sloth, my boy, it is alluring and certainly tempting but when your soul burns for activity, when you want something badly and can't just sit around and wait for it to come to you, not even the weight of your own body will keep you down. Torpor fully expected us to just lounge around within our pools and grow, expanding our influence to the nearby Sloth Demons and newcomers.

'And that is exactly what we did. I reached out to Russ telepathically, touching him through our demonic energies. I don't think any actual words were formed but we both agreed on our next course of action. Torpor had backstabbed us and we were not going to take it just sitting around. With our combined influence, we began reaching out to the other Sloth Demons around us, infusing them with our energy and drive to get back at Torpor. In essence, we put into them the opposite of Sloth. Some rejected it but as more and more of them came within our influence, our combined powers eventually turned them too.

'This did not happen instantaneously. Torpor was still lord and master of the Quagmire and he would've felt our interference had we been anything but subtle. It took years in Hell before we were ready to make our move. During that time, we had slave demons tending to our every whim and we had quite a bit of fun with one another. At this point, it was still rather casual between us but the seeds of affection had been planted.'

"Virgil..." Russ sighed softly.

'When we were ready, Torpor was none the wiser as every Sloth Demon began rising out of their pools and marching upon him. He was surprised as he headed up the group and we assaulted him, pushing our collective will against his. He fought, valiantly, but he never expected all of his demons to turn against him. He expected them all to just sit by and lazily live their lives without any hint of ambition in their minds. But we were all driven. We toppled his mental barriers and soon he too fell under our influence.

'We got him to ejaculate madly, pouring the very seed that was kept within his pocket dimension into the swamps. He flooded the entire area, threatening to wash us away and pull us back into the oceans of laziness that he exuded but we all kept firm. The more he came, the smaller he became and I do believe it took an entire month of us standing there, forcing our will upon him and him ejaculating, roaring in exhausting, before he came down to our size.

'The Sluggish Swamps had been transformed and the Sloth Demons all cheered now that their master had been conquered. I do not know what happened to them then as they broke into an orgy for celebration. I was tempted to join them but H2 came to our aid once more and transformed us back into our original shapes. I picked up the pocket watch that Torpor had tried to trap us with. H2 provided me with a box to keep the corruptive trinket in. The very same box that you found these artefacts in.

'And that, my boy, is how I conquered sloth.'

Dante shut the journal and let out a thoughtful noise.

Compared with when his grandfather was transformed in the later chapters, Virgil did seem far more resistant. He remembered that in the chapter against Underdog, Virgil had been completely convinced of his role for a very long time and didn't even fight back until his love for Russ had brought him out of it. He genuinely wondered what the remaining chapters held and was curious how his grandfather had changed for it.

It was also a little concerning how Virgil's journey paralleled his own. Dante was embracing his changes but was he truly ready? Would he end up more demon than man?

"Something on your mind?" Russ asked.

Dante wasn't quite ready to spill his thoughts on the subject and instead diverted it to one nagging question he still had.

"I know you said that demons can produce offspring with one another regardless of gender but I noticed how there are no female Sloth Demons or any other demons that you guys encountered. Why is that?"

Russ lifted his eyebrows and let out a soft 'ah'. "That's because female Sloth Demons are called Stupor Demons and they're a different species on their own." He waggled a finger at him. "Remember how I told you female demons tend to be a little more manipulative? Well, that's because they tend to focus more on the mind than the body." He tapped the side of his head with that very same finger. "Stupor Demons look entirely different and are more focused on blanking out your mind entirely than making you lazy."

"So female demons are entirely different from males?" Flash asked.

"They have similarities but they have different builds just like humans. The female counterpart to a Pride Demons are Vanity Demons and they tend to look like gorgons."

Dante inclined his head to the side. "What-ons?"

"Medusas," Flash supplied. "You know, snakes instead of hair?" He rolled onto his back, looking up at Russ from his lap like a puppy exposing his belly for a rub. "What about Deception Demons?"

"Treachery Demons," Russ supplied. "They look more feral. Almost like big wolves or dogs."

"What about -"

All three hellhounds suddenly went rigid and turned collectively towards the southwest. What assaulted them wasn't a powerful blast of demonic energy like when a thrall was made. Rather, it was a faint tickling in the backs of their minds like someone brushing a feather against their brains. Russ was instantly on edge and began growling defensively.

"What was that?" Dante asked, rising to his feet.

"That was a Sloth Demon," answered the legendary hellhound. "I'd know that touch anywhere." Russ got up, brushing Flash aside and instantly bolted towards the library and the Lodestone Map. He activated it immediately and his eyes widened in horror the moment he saw that enormous cloud of orange energy spread all over a large portion of the map.

"Whoa..." Dante breathed, having just stepped into the room. "How did we not notice that...?"

"It didn't come out in a blast like the other times," Russ replied. "It's also spread out thinly and my wards can generally keep most of it out. But the demon is using it to reach out to others. Look here." He pointed at a long, bright orange line cutting through the cloud. The line was twisting and twirling, sinking into the little markings that distinguished various houses. "The demon is looking for someone. Trying to corrupt them from a distance."

"Then we just need to find that someone and protect them!" Flash exclaimed.

"No, better idea." Russ pointed to the source of the line. "We go right here."

Dante frowned at the patch of forest. "That's the middle of nowhere..."

"No it isn't..." Flash murmured, his eyes widening. He pointed to a large patch of land not too far from the source. "This is my place right here. The demon isn't too far from it. The only place I can think of that isn't too far from my place is... is Ethan's place."

"Ethan?" Dante gave his mate a concerned look. "Wait... your..."

"Yeah... my dad is staying at Ethan's..."

******

"You need to come. Come now."

Jeremiah let out a stifled gasp. His entire body shook with a powerful orgasm, the tenth of the day since he had left Buck's ruined home. He was surprised at just how much he had produced. The cheap hotel room simply stank of sweat and sex. The sheets were rank with his spunk and it made loud squishing noises every time he moved on them. The entrepreneur flopped onto the soggy sheets, his huge, foot long dick throbbing as it pumped more and more cum from his lemon-sized balls onto his naked form and by extension, onto the sheets.

It wasn't only until recently that he began hearing Buck's voice in his head. At first, he just ignored it. Then he found that he was aroused all the more by the sultry, masculine bass of that monster that had fed him so much of that delicious dick. Now, he simply craved it.

"I came..." he moaned softly. "Now... leave me alone..."

"You need to come," Buck urged. "You need to come."

Jerry moaned as his hands instinctively obeyed and moved towards his dick. It hadn't gone soft since he started the furiously masturbating. He had fallen asleep several times as the post-orgasmic bliss had knocked him out but now he was riled up and ready to go. The energy bubbling inside him was both alien and welcome. He wanted more of it, wanted to jack off more, wanted to suck more dick. But at the same time, he knew it was wrong.

"Please... no..." he moaned, seizing his dick. His legs began to thrash, perhaps some part of his humanity trying to fight the changes within him, but his hands were already starting to stroke his dick madly.

"Come. Come here. You need to come here."

Jerry's eyes suddenly snapped open. They glowed an unnatural red. The urge to masturbate was gone; replaced by yearning to be somewhere else. The message was clearer now. Buck was calling to him. He had to answer. He had to scratch that need in him.

He leapt off the bed with an unnatural agility. Even given his sudden growth in muscle structure and physique, it was still impressive and incredibly fast. Jerry didn't even bother with the door. There was a window and he barrelled right through it carelessly, smashing through the window. At three storeys up, it would've been a death sentence for any mortal man but there wasn't an ounce of fear in his body.

Jerry landed easily on his feet, the shock waking more of the demonic powers that had already corrupted his body, lying dormant and growing stronger. A deep growl rolled from his throne as bones cracked and muscles stretched. Large black claws erupted from his toes, raking the asphalt to the rear of the hotel. He got up, letting blood flood into his calves and causing them to stretch and grow into large, plump machines for the task at hand.

The owner of a multi-million dollar empire suddenly began bounding easily across the rear of the hotel in the middle of the night naked. Every step he took, he became less and less human. Thick orangey hair began springing from the backs of his feet, spreading rapidly up his calves and covering them in a thick mat, almost like a form of furry shin guards. With his newfound strength, Jerry vaulted easily over the fencing of the hotel, clearing the red brick wall by a good five feet. He landed easily in the thick forests beyond the hotel.

Bestial instinct took over and he sniffed the air, searching for his master. When Buck's presence wasn't immediately apparent, he clutched his throbbing dick, grunting loudly as he sprayed some seed onto the ground as tribute to his lord.

"I am here."

He turned towards the south and grinned, his teeth sharpening.

No longer the same rival that had pushed and hated Buck for so long, Jeremiah charged through the forest recklessly. He cut himself multiple times on low hanging branches and even tumbled once or twice in the darkness. But every little injury hasted his demonic powers to surfacing. His thighs, pumped from the run, began growing big and thick, pumped with blood and energy. The same orangey fur covered them but was far thinner and hugged his muscles far more clearly, leaving his shins and calves covered in a sort of furry base.

As he continued his run towards his master, his dick began growing and his balls thickening. He grunted loudly, panting in lust and need as the unfamiliar weight between his legs began to feel more and more... right. He had to pause, catching his weight on a nearby tree with one large, growing hand while the other seized his tree-trunk dick. Right before his eyes, his member plumped out and jabbed his chin almost playfully. He licked his lips and in response, the extraneous tongue buried deep inside his dick lashed out and washed over his face.

"Ooooh fuck..." he groaned.

He couldn't help it.

He remembered the taste of Buck's dick in his mouth and that bizarre, flexible tongue shoved down his throat, stimulating him in ways he could never have imagined. Now with an alien member of his own, he wrapped his lips around the bulbous head of his own dick and shoved his own tongue down his slit. In response, he took control of that lashing, whip-like tongue and shoved it down his throat, carrying a bucket load of precum with it.

The pleasure was unbelievable and Jerry collapsed onto the ground, twitching and shaking as his body was taken over by the transformation. Muscles began bulging all around his frame, reshaping him into the perfect, fit, Adonis of a male that he could only ever hire and never be. His flat belly hardened and chiselled abdominal muscles pushed up against his throbbing dick, each square perfectly cut and shaped. His spine began stretching, more and more height being added to his overall physique. In response, his dick continued to grow so that he was perpetually kissing his own member and drinking the corruptive precum that was pouring into him and spurning on his changes.

Jerry arched his back as his hips began bucking violently. His pectorals blossomed into large, massive squares to fit his new eleven foot height. Shoulders broadened into cantaloupe sized plated of muscle pressing up against his skin. A terrible itching began spreading all over his body and orange fur began springing over his skin. The clear fluids pouring from his dick spread onto his chest and the fur seemed to absorb it, leaving his chest with a white crest of fur.

He was forced to release his dick for a few moments as his hands began cracking and taking in a new shape. His fingers thickened and black claws jutted out from their tips, replacing his fingernails. Leathery paw pads appeared on his palm and fingertips. They quadrupled in size, perfect for seizing his girth. To add to his masculinity, the fur on his forearms thickened, becoming a mat of fur just like the ones on his calves while the rest of his fur hugged his flesh perfectly.

"No. Don't waste your energy."

Jerry opened his eyes and growled.

"You can't tell me what to do," he snarled, his muzzle pushing out of his human features.

"Don't be a fool, Jerry. You know you can have so much more if you come here. You know I can give you more. Much more."

He was loathed to admit it but he_did_ know it. It was just a feeling in his gut. If he let himself go now, he was going to just become a mindless, sexed up demon. Just like one of those dumb jocks that boasted about the girls they fucked. No. He was going to be the guy that got rich, famous and hired those brick-heads when their professional football careers went down the drain.

Jerry picked himself up and continued his charge through the woods. With his new powers, he made the trek easily to the immense Sloth Demon facility. He was positively tingling upon seeing it and just in time for his new, lupine features to come in. As he stepped up to the large doors, the wooden portal sprang open and dozens upon dozens of demons just like him all cheered in joy upon seeing him.

"He's here!" they cried. "He's arrived! Our leader!"

Those words caused his cock to stir. Not that it ever went down on his entire trip.

"This is all yours," Buck cooed in his mind. "You're their master now."

"What's the catch?" he asked.

"_I'm _your master."

Jerry considered it but before he could come into any sort of conclusion, several of the slave Sloth Demons came up to him bearing an orange and black bath robe. The wrapped it around his shoulders just as another pair knelt in front of him and began worshiping his balls. The two that had brought him his robes began nuzzling him, their large paws running all over his manly pectorals and running their free paws over his monstrous dick.

One of the demons came over to him, holding a large, silver pocket watch attached to a thick, silver chain reverently. Jerry could sense incredible power emanating from it and he knew that accepting the trinket would be the seal on the contract. He would finally lose the ongoing war between him and Buck, finally bending his knee to the bigger man and serving beneath him.

But looking at what must be fifty other demons, all of them more than willing to worship him... he could only grin.

He held out his right paw and the demon eagerly wrapped the trinket around his wrist. He flexed his arm, feeling the silver chain tighten around his wrist.

"Deal."

******

Russ stopped the car a good distance away from the complex and with good reason. The place before them just_oozed_ with so much demonic power that it was stifling. For the three hellhounds, they couldn't take a breath without consuming some of that energy. It all funnelled into their balls and was quickly being turned into cum. That only sent their libido into overdrive and nearly had them all jerking off in the car. Flash was already sporting a prominent semi while Dante was quietly reciting the national anthem under his breath to keep himself from losing it.

The building in front of them was something right out of a steampunk fantasy. Greco-Roman architecture with their tall pillars, elegantly designed frescos and carvings formed the basis of the building. This was mixed with some gothic design from the stained glass windows depicting sexual scenes between what could only be Sloth Demons. Eerie light sprayed out from those windows, casting an unnatural glow onto the surrounding forest. Finally, bizarre clear pipes curled and twisted all over the off-colour marble. Strange, orangey-white fluids pumped through them in a constant stream.

"This is why Generators are so powerful," Russ rumbled, shutting the door to his car. "They can produce more and more of their kind of power with little cost. It can saturate the world around them nearly infinitely. They can even feed on the energy they produce to feed themselves but generally, it's the pure souls of mortals that keeps them sustained." He took a deep breath, flicking his ears back and forth and growled. "Seems like they already have quite a large following in there... Come on. And remember, Sloth Demons are masters at mental manipulation. Don't let anything they say or do get to you."

The three hellhounds nodded and marched towards the front doors of the complex. Each step became increasing difficult as their cocks began to harden especially for Russ whose three dicks were a great impairment when a full mast. It didn't help that his two pups were right beside him and seeing their dicks reminded him all too much of that one beautiful session they shared when they were tucked in each other's embrace. His chat with Flash kept haunting him and more than anything, he wanted to wrap the big, crimson hellhound in his arms, tell him it was going to be alright and then fuck him silly all night.

He told himself that he'd do that later. To celebrate their victory. And he was sure they would succeed. He had faced Sloth Demons before. If they were anything like those lazy, fat blobs back in Hell, this would be easy for the infinitely curious Dante, the energetic Flash and his experienced self.

But he was wrong.

The moment they came up to the door, it swung open and he was met by the sight of what had to be at least a hundred slave Sloth Demons in a vast pool area.

"Welcome!" exclaimed the big demon in front of him. The guy was an impressive specimen for his species and rank. He was nearly as tall as Russ, taller than both Flash and Dante. He had hairy cuffs of thick, orange fur on his shins and forearms and his build was simply fantastic, lean, muscular and barely concealed by the orange and black bathrobe that hung open to reveal his throbbing, two foot erection.

"Come in, come in!" the demon laughed, hoisting the martini glass he carried. "Stay awhile! We were just getting started!"

"Holy shit..." Dante murmured.

That was an understatement. Russ had never seen so many demons collected on Earth before. There were definitely more than a hundred here and they were all'slave' Sloth Demons. Even when Edward had captured a whole lacrosse team there hadn't been this many demons in one place. But there was something odd about the way they were acting. They were acting autonomously, with personality and maybe even a little bit of... humanity. There was no doubt that they were thralls but... maybe more of their soul remained intact than the other times demons had made thralls.

It was a big party. Demons were hanging out around pillars, chatting and drinking. Others were idly swimming in the enormous pool filled with thick, creamy-orange water. There was music emanating from somewhere giving cause for several demons to dance. The lights sprang from flickering orbs that danced and bobbed all over the area in tune with the music. Then there were those that were engaging in a lot less... innocent antics befitting a demon. He could see several demons were fucking in the pool, using their extending, prehensile dicks to good use. There were piles of flesh in the corners where the demons were stimulating one another to orgasm.

A long, wet tongue gently lapped at his cheek and he flinched away, glancing towards the demon that had engaged him. He was surprised when he found that tongue had come from the demon's dick. He didn't remember any Sloth Demon having a tongue springing from their members. Though he was ashamed to admit it, he was curious at exactly what that appendage could do.

"Mr. Weathers?" Flash suddenly asked, squinting at the leading demon.

For a second, Jerry blinked in surprise before he let out a loud cheer and threw his arms into the air, spilling some of that martini onto a demon beside him. Other demons began crowding around the drenched individual, lapping up the beverage. That quickly devolved into something a little more... animated and they pushed their victim onto the ground, turning their licks into kisses and letting their paws wander.

"Flash!" Jerry exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Flash's shoulders and his long, winding cock around Flash's own erect meat. "Who would've guessed! You're a demon too?"

"Erm... Yeah..." Flash muttered, scratching the back of his head. "And you...? You got the watch?"

Jerry glanced at the pocket watch hanging from his wrist. "Of course! And it's been the best thing ever! I mean, look at this!" He waved his paw around him. "This is Heaven on Earth! Forget about being a 'demon' or our 'hellish powers'! You can't deny that this feels good!"

For emphasis, Jerry's cock squeezed around Flash's dick like a winding anaconda around its prey. Flash moaned, precum pouring out of the tip of is pointed dick. Several Sloth Demons instantly swarmed to get a taste from the canine puppy maker.

"You have such an interestingly shaped cock," Jerry murmured, licking his lips. The tongue from his cock sprang up and lapped at Flash's nipples, making the crimson weak in his knees.

"Flash," Dante urged, gripping his mate's shoulder tightly. Flash shook his head free and shrugged off Jerry's arm. He couldn't pull away from Jerry's dick as the demon had his cock in a very tight grip.

Seeing the effect that Dante had on Flash, Jerry turned his attention towards the smaller, dark hellhound. There was something... odd about Dante that Jerry couldn't quite pinpoint. It was something that reminded him of Buck and Ethan to some extent. The aura around Dante was thick with emotion but it was such a confusing swirl that Jerry couldn't quite understand what the young demon was thinking about.

Regardless, he knew what his master wanted and to get him, Dante had to be taken out of the picture.

Slowly, Jerry unwound his dick from Flash's member and snaked it towards Dante. "And you must be his boyfriend, right?"

Dante shied away from the member instinctively. Unlike either Russ or Flash, he was the least aroused by this scene of debauchery. The only reason he was even getting slightly aroused was due to the immense amount of sloth in the air. He was all too aware of it and he realised early on that there would be no way to defend against it entirely. Every breath he took would consume more of that power. Having been previously 'consumed' by another demon, he had gained a few insights on how to protect himself.

Learning that he was a Generator and having practiced with his powers allowed him to generate a myriad of emotions around him, forming a shell of demonic energy. That energy was the first thing he breathed and consumed instead of the sloth energy oozing out of the demons around him. Even as the slaves pawed at him and teased his hard, muscled body, they did nothing to arouse him further.

"You look really tense," Jerry cooed. He snapped his fingers and a slave demon came rushing forward with a silver tray. There were three martini glasses on it filled with a bright orange liquid. He picked one up and offered it to Dante. "Here, have a drink. It'll relax you."

Dante shook his head. "I'm underage."

The demon laughed. "That's never stopped any kids your age before! Come on! Live a little! It's a party!"

"A party made of mortals whose souls you've devoured and turned into your little sex slaves!" Dante slapped the martini glass out of Jerry's paw. It shattered on the ground but no one noticed.

Jerry smirked and shook his head. His cock rose up to eye level with Dante, tongue slithering out like it was tasting him. "You need to relax, kid. I don't want to hurt you. I mean, your buddies have already taken to the spirit."

Dante blinked in surprise as Jerry's dick swung to the right, pointing to where Russ was being led into the large pool by a group of Sloth Demons. They were acting like little, horny, muscular kids urging their dad to take a swim with them. Russ was playing the part of the reluctant adult but was visibly letting himself get dragged in. Dante tried to cry out for him but at that moment, the music just seemed to increase in volume, drowning out his voice.

Then, the guiding dick in front of him swung to the left where Flash was being led to the rear of the facility. There was a large pair of big doors that swung open of their own accord. Flash had a dazed look on his lupine features and he was fully hard now, several slave demons teasing and covering him in their precum.

Dante took a step towards his made but Jerry instantly blocked him, that long, winding cock encircling him like a serpent, blocking off all escape.

"Come on, kid," Jerry laughed. "You're acting irrational! You need to relax! Let yourself go." His coiling dick tightened around Dante, the long, thick length pressing up against Dante's shoulders. "Let us take care of you."

The words didn't even affect Dante one bit. He could feel the Jeremiah Weathers trying to push waves of sloth into him, trying to corrupt him and coax him into dropping his defences but none of it was getting through. Dante just kept cycling the layers of negativity that made up his supernatural shield. One moment, he was defended by frustration and anger, the next it was pride and the one after that, it was jealousy. None of these emotions he felt himself but as a Generator, he created them out of thin air. What little sloth energy he did allow through his defences, he consumed to sustain himself.

But he was on the defensive.

His eyes flicked to where Russ was partially submerged in the corner of the pool. Several of the slaves were worshiping him and he was truly taken with them. He flexed his enormous biceps and the showered him with their adoration. They 'oohed' and 'aahed' at his trio of dicks, eager to wrap their muzzles around them and drink from his masculinity. It didn't take long before he actually had one of the slaves on his lap, teasing him with his ass. Russ growled his displeasure at being tormented and shoved his middle dick right into the slave's ass.

Dante prayed this was just a ploy, that Russ was trying to enslave the demon or possibly cause the guy to orgasm himself into a stupor but from what he could tell from Russ' aura, his mentor had fallen prey to the allure of this place. All that permeated his mind was sex and that was all he wanted to do.

Panicked, Dante tried to look for Flash but couldn't find him amidst the crowd of slave Sloth Demons. His heart plummeted when he realised that, apart from the ones that were entertaining Russ, the other demons had abandoned their tasks and were starting to advance upon him. All of them had their jaws wide open, long tongues snaking out in hunger. Their dicks extended, wiggling towards him like a hundred individual tentacles leaking precum, ready to consume him in their mass.

"There's no escape, Dante," Jerry said. "Just let yourself go. You know you want to. It's so much easier than fighting."

It would be easier than fighting. Russ, the indomitable rock in this crazy world he had been exposed to, had been conquered. Even Flash, the one person he thought would always be by his side, had been swept up in the swarm of demons. If he just gave up...

Dante shook his head.

"No!" he growled loudly. "I am not going to give in!"

Desperate but still filled with clarity, Dante seized the big head of Jerry's dick, surprising the Sloth Demon. He shoved the member down his throat, squeezing his eyes shut as the sheer girth of the cock stretched his jaw to its limits. He ran his own tongue over the cum slit, stimulating the length. He gagged as a waterfall of precum came pouring down into his muzzle and that long, alien tongue came out a short while later, worming its way down his throat and into his very soul.

He felt helpless as the monstrous cock dug deep into his body and began reaching into the spiritual side of his form, towards his soul. Jerry's tongue saw its goal and immediately dove for Dante's soul, shining bright and pure even given his demonic shape.

But that was where Jeremiah Weathers made a mistake.

The moment that tongue touched Dante's very essence, the young hellhound pounced. Jerry had been too eager for victory to set up his own defences. So when a physical and metaphysical connection between him and Dante had been formed, he had no way of defending himself against Dante's assault.

The first thing Dante did was close his barrier of negative energy around Jerry's cock and tongue, pinning it in place. Then, he fired a portion of his soul straight up the link between them; a little white fireball of pure Dante. It flew up Jerry's tongue, out of Dante's muzzle and right into Jerry's dick. The Sloth Demon's eyes widened in horror but he couldn't move or even scream. All he could do was watch that little spark of purity travel around the spiral his dick made around Dante before it sank straight into his body.

Jerry's entire body went rigid. Dante's soul was immensely strong that even that tiny spark was enough to suppress his essence. The Sloth Demon screamed mentally as his body was wrenched from his control. His bright red eyes shut briefly and when they opened, they were the same shimmering green as Dante's.

Suddenly under Dante's control, Jerry's body whipped his cock around in a broad circle. Being about as thick as a human leg and three times as muscular, it bowled over the other slave demons in a wide circle. Dante ducked the flesh whip and pounced on Jerry, planting his lips across the demon's muzzle. He drew a big, long breath and retrieved the portion of his soul he had sacrificed. He shoved Jerry away, leaping over the tumbling Sloth Demon and heading to where Russ was being pleasured.

"Russ! Russ!" he bellowed. "Snap out of it!"

But it didn't seem like Russ could hear him. The six Sloth Demons around him were exciting him from all possible angles. Two were hanging by his arms, begging for attention as he flexed his biceps. He licked and kissed them one at a time, seizing their dicks and grinning as he made them spill their corruptive cream all over him. One he constantly fucked with his middle dick while another two were sucking on his flanking members.

The sixth...

The sixth demon angled his own prehensile member towards Russ' exposed hole. Cerberus seemed to even welcome the oncoming intrusion as he gave no resistance as two of the demons began spreading his legs wide.

Dante knew that if Russ was fucked, it was all over.

He seized one of the demons clutching to Russ' arm and tried to yank him off. But the creature was firmly latched onto Russ and Cerberus, likewise, was using his supernatural strength to pin the beast to him.

"Come on, Russ!" Dante begged. He dearly wished he was stronger, bigger and more muscular like Flash. Maybe then he would stand a chance.

He was running out of time. The sixth Sloth Demon was getting closer and closer to shoving his dick up Russ' ass. A growl from behind him reminded him that he was not alone and Jerry and the other Sloth Demons were getting over their shock. Dante hastily drew a deep breath, devouring an enormous amount of Sloth energy and immediately using that power to create dozens of Starkravens. The big, black birds swept towards the Sloth Demons, sweeping at them with their claws and beaks.

A loud moan from Russ warned him he was just seconds away from losing his mentor.

He couldn't get any of the demons off him... except perhaps...

Dante let out a shout and conjured two more Starkravens. The big, black, demonic birds sprang up from his shoulders in flurries of writhing shadows. They immediately launched themselves at the sixth Sloth Demon, driving the monster into the waters. Dante waded into the pool a second later and positioned himself in front of Russ.

"I'm sorry about this..." he muttered, rubbing his own dick. He wasn't fully hard but it was enough. With little time for foreplay, Dante shoved his cock deep into Russ' ass.

His entire body quivered and both he and Russ let out a tremendous roar. Memories of just how tight Flash was the first time he had fucked filled his mind and Russ was a very close comparison. The big hellhound squeezed down on his cock, making his knees go weak. Dante forgot his purpose for a few seconds as instincts took over and he pounded Russ' ass like only a demon could. Before he knew what was happening, his knot was forming and the sensitive bulb was pushing up against Russ' ass.

Every instinct in his body wanted to tie with his mentor but he knew that his Starkravens couldn't hold off the demons for very much longer. Now with a physical link to the legendary hellhound, he pushed a fragment of his souls into Russ just as he had done with Jerry. Except this time, as the tiny white fireball travelled from his balls, down his cock and into Russ, he didn't force his control over Cerberus. He called out to Russ' soul, begging it to waken from its slothful stupor.

He cried out, louder and louder with each passing second...

... until he heard a response.

Elated, he reached out, an ethereal hand grasping in the darkness. Someone gripped back and he felt Russ' presence, filled with relief and gratitude.

Russ suddenly let out another ferocious roar, this one not of lust but of anger. He seized the two Sloth Demons wrapped around his arms and flung them boldly across the pool. They crashed into a pair of opposite pillars, instantly going limp. He yanked his legs away from the two demons gripping them and gave them both a swift kick, sending them into the waters. The demon he was fucking froze and let out a yelp as his big hand closed around the poor creature's head. He showed no mercy and flung the demon over his shoulder right into Jerry and his group. They went down like a stack of bowling pins.

Dante folded his ears back as he retreated from Russ, the big hellhound grimacing as he pulled out. Russ rose to his full height, towering over Dante and glaring down at him with an expressionless stare.

"S - Sorry..." Dante whimpered. "I... I needed a deep connection and you were kissing those guys and-" All his other excuses were turned into soft mumbling. Russ pressed their muzzles together, angling his own muzzle to the side so that he could get as much of Dante's tongue into his. It wasn't just an innocent peck. It was a full-blown, passionate, toe-curling kiss. Dante felt a touch of warmth fill his muzzle and he realised that it was Russ returning that portion of his soul back to him.

Russ pulled away ten seconds later, pressing their noses together. Dante could feel the warmth of his mentor's breath waft down his cheeks.

"We'll continue this later," Russ whispered softly.

Then, Russ straightened and turned ominously towards Jerry and the remaining Sloth Demons.

He cracked his knuckles.

******

Buck frowned.

Whatever Dante did to Russ and Jerry had sent shockwaves throughout his mental network and even his entire body. His control over the slave Sloth Demons had wavered and it felt like someone had jabbed a needle into his eyes. It forced him to reconsider his position.

"That Dante is very dangerous..." Ethan murmured audibly. That his mate had to use his actual voice was a testament to just how much damage Dante had done to their psychic empire.

Buck could only groan in agreement. He quivered as Ethan's cock squirmed inside of him. Even with the physical link between them, he couldn't use his telepathy to communicate. They were recovering quickly, of course, but without him to coordinate the efforts of the Sloth Demons, Jerry and his group were in complete disarray. He could still see them and they were losing. Badly.

With Russ back in full form, there was nothing they could do.

They were lost.

"We'll have to consolidate our defences," Ethan said. "Pull back all your efforts. We need to focus on Harry."

"I know," Buck moaned. "Fuuuuck..." His cock jerked and launched a torrent of cum into air, splashing down in one of the many pools in their large collection of cum-filled hot springs. He closed his eyes, letting the euphoria of afterglow take him for just a brief moment. In that time, he began drawing his mental hooks from all over Angelton. This was not the time to find more recruits. They were under attack.

That began patching up the holes in his mental network but by the time he started re-establishing connection with Jerry and his group, they had fallen. With a grunt of disapproval, he began searching for Harry again and was glad the demon hadn't consumed his son.

He wanted that pleasure for himself.

The irony of Flash having been born from his seed and then _returning_to that seed only aroused him more.

"You know what's funny?" Ethan asked mentally.

"What?"

"You're gonna devour Flash and then I'm gonna cum in you. In a way, he's going to be our son now."

Buck chuckled, the sound reverberating throughout the hot springs. "Fuck, that's a sexy thought. And he's gonna make for a sexy Sloth Demon too."

"You can't wait to get Dick and Flint in on this, can you?"

The doors at the far end of the hot springs began to open, causing him to grin.

"I only wish I could've found them."

******

Dante shut the black box, the last of Jerry's screams fading into the walls of the pool room. The remaining Sloth Demons lay bound by magical restraints that Russ had conjured, guarded by the dozens of Starkravens that Dante had created. They were all injured and severely wounded. Though their demonic powers began healing them, they were not about to get up and resume their conflict. Especially not after Russ began draining them all of their power.

Regarding the box in his paws, Dante growled, claws raking across the black wood but not leaving any markings. Flash was not amongst the demons and that angered the young hellhound. With a dismissive wave, the box erupted into a flurry of black feathers and vanished. It would reappear back at Russ' home until called.

"That'll hold them?" Dante asked, striding up to Russ. He already knew the answer but felt it was a good conversation starter.

"It will," Russ answered, rolling his shoulders. "I thought these guys shows more personality and humanity than before and I thought it was because whoever the master is here left them with a little more of their soul than before. But I was mistaken." Russ turned his gaze to the door at the far end of the pool room. "The master here just channelled more of their personality and power through them. Bastard is an exceptional Sloth Demon to the point that he's capable of mimicking individuality in his slaves."

"Has that ever happened before?"

Russ shook his head. "Never. At least not that I've ever experienced. And I've been around." He turned his gaze back towards Dante. "Speaking of which..." He placed his paws on Dante's shoulders. "Demons hare inherently selfish creatures and never once have I ever experienced let alone heard of a demon sacrificing part of their precious soul to save another."

Dante averted his gaze, a blush on his cheeks. "Well... I couldn't just let you get turned back there..."

There, Russ' shoulders slumped. "I was careless. I had this impression that Sloth Demons perpetuated laziness and inactivity. I forgot that sloth means more than just being a couch potato." He gave Dante a wry smile. "They got me on my lust. I thought that if I fucked one of them, I could gain power over them but then they just made me feel so good and all I could think of was fucking. It was all I wanted to do. Fuck and get fucked. I just wanted to be in that state of endless pleasure. Never wanted to get out of it."

Dante squeezed Russ' paw gently. "I know."

"No, you don't." Russ gently brushed the back of his paw against Dante's cheek. "Ever since Virgil... passed on, I've sort of had... blue balls. Yeah, I blow my load every now and then but it doesn't have any meaning. What I had with you boys... when you sucked my dick... that was the most meaningful orgasm I've had in a long time."

He lowered his paw, ears folded in shame. "Every time I blew my load, it was a constant reminder that Virgil wasn't there with me." Then his ears perked back up and he gave Dante a wry smile. "Until I had that moment with you and Flash. But... I also felt guilt by how good it felt." His gaze went back towards the pool. "I guess when offered the chance to experience just that pleasure and none of the crushing emptiness..."

Dante wasn't sure what to say. So instead, he just wrapped his arms around Russ and rested his head against the big hellhound's chest. "I don't know where my grandpa has gone, Russ. I don't know what you want to do... but I'll always be here for you." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "If I have to and if it'll make you happy, I'll scour Heaven, Hell and Earth for grandpa."

Russ laughed softly and bitterly. "Dante..."

"No, I'm serious." Dante pulled away and gave Russ a firm, determined look. "I've always been looking for something to give my life purpose. Something to strive for. A goal. I mean, saving Angelton is great but what will happen after that?" He nodded to himself, for the first time in his life sure about what he wanted to do. "I want to find my grandpa."

Touched by the young hellhound's words, Russ cupped Dante's cheeks and gently kissed his forehead. "You don't have to do that for me..."

"It's not just for you." Dante caught Russ in another tight embrace. "I have a lot of questions for him. I want to know all about what he's done and where he's been. He put me on this path for a reason. You told me it was because I needed direction in my life. Well... this is it. This is the direction I'm going."

Dante felt Russ' big arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him tightly. A soft sniffle made him look up at the big hellhound. "Are you crying?"

"No," Russ lied, wiping that one tear away. "All the sloth in the air is just making me sick. Come on. We've got to find Flash, save his dad and stop this mess."

Despite those words, Russ didn't let go of Dante. The young hellhound had to pull away and even then, Russ still held onto Dante's paw tightly. The contact strengthened their bond and more than ever, Dante felt sure about what he was going to do in the future.

The two hellhounds hurried to the far end of the pool room and to the big, wooden doors where the source of the opaque liquid sourced from. Russ, using his immeasurable strength, pushed the doors wide open to reveal near darkness beyond. Only the bobbing, orange flames seemed to give them any illumination. The walls were made of the same orange-white marble as the pool area but cast in mostly darkness, it took a more sinister edge.

"You ready for this?" Russ asked.

Dante shook his head. "Not really. I've only been a demon for two weeks."

That made the bigger hellhound snort. "You're a lot like your grandfather. I don't think he had much of an introduction from H2 and he charged headlong into Hell and becoming a demon with a big grin on his face and an eagerness for adventure."

"I'm not entirely like him."

"Oh?" Russ replied, perking his ears.

"Yeah." Dante flashed his mentor an impish grin. "He never got to fuck you." Russ lunged for him playfully and he danced into the hallway. Russ chased after him but the moment they crossed the threshold into the darkness, the doors slammed shut behind them.

They dropped their playful antics and headed followed the seemingly linear path. Neither of them ever strayed too far from one another, their paws constantly brushing against one another every few moments. Russ was just a step behind Dante, looming over him protectively and his eyes sharp for any signs of danger.

After a few minutes, however, it became apparent that something was wrong.

"This place shouldn't be this deep..." Dante murmured.

Russ gripped Dante's shoulder momentarily, causing the younger hellhound to stop. He closed his eyes and a Starkraven sprang up on his shoulder. The big, black bird spread its wings and flew back in the direction that they came. Russ needed all his concentration to keep the mystical construct active and he was a little jealous of Dante's ability to maintain so many at once. However, he was also a very proud of how much the young demon had grown in such a short time.

After a few minutes, he became convinced of what he was seeing and dismissed the Starkraven.

"We're in some sort of magical labyrinth," he said, opened his eyes. "Doesn't matter which direction we go, we're trapped."

"Seriously?" Dante glanced at the walls. "Think we can just start consuming the demonic energies that make up this place?"

"Wouldn't work. Sloth Demons are Generators too, remember? And we're out numbered. We'll be here forever before we make a dent in this place."

Dante was starting to feel panic seep in but he choked it down and began thinking of a solution, some way to get them out of here. "Sloth Demons are Generators too... But they're still demons. This place is connected to them." He walked over to the wall and pressed a paw against it. "So... if I just concentrate..."

He closed his eyes and dug deep, focusing all his effort on his sixth sense. It was like sweeping a large ethereal paw over the entire wall and searching for some weaknesses, some disturbances or inconsistencies. His efforts were rewarded with a slight lump that he immediately grasped and began prodding. To smelled and tasted of Sloth but was different from the rest of the wall. Beneath the surface of that lump, he found a little tether. It was faint but it was something he could follow. His mental sight was submerged in darkness except for this one little string.

"Dante," Russ said. "We need to -"

He hushed Russ and just kept following the trail.

Then, he found him.

"Gotcha." Dante snapped his eyes open and then with a big growl, he mentally tugged on the tether. As expected, the thin line immediately snapped and he felt a disturbance in his surroundings.

Dante immediately spun to his left. He didn't take three steps forward before he was stopped by a large wall. Not just any wall, a door.

"Russ!" he cried.

Russ was stunned at what had just happened and he didn't pretend to understand it. All he knew is that, somehow, they had a way out. He charged towards the door and threw his shoulder at it, barrelling right through the enormous portal. The putrid smell of sloth mixed with musk and lusty need assaulted his nostrils and nearly sent him reeling back.

Before them was a large, tiered set of hot sprints. The lowest tier was consisted of the smallest pools but they too were filled with the same opaque, orange white liquid that had been pleasantly warm back in the pool room. Here, it was boiling hot, enough to melt any form of resistance those who feel within its waters. The second tier was filled with bigger pools that seemed to only serve as a bridge between the highest and lowest tiers. That same liquid poured into from large, glass pipes from the single, top pool and cascaded into the ground-level pools through natural waterfalls.

A vast distance sat between them and the end of the pool where two enormous Sloth Demons lay perched in the waters. They fit the description of the Sloth Demons Virgil had described in his journal. The one on the right had large, silver chains wrapped around his chest in an 'X' formation, a little silver watch sitting at the very centre like a lock. The one on the left had the Watch of Sloth wrapped around his thick neck.

Dante's eyes, however, were drawn to the figure paddling in the waters just in front of them.

"Flash!"

"I am very impressed by your tenacity, Dante," came Buck Goldman's voice deep inside his head. "Your powers are simply incredible. To disrupt my entire psychic network... It is amazing. And you, Russ, your strength... amazing."

"It was you!?" Russ growled, shaking a fist at the demon. "_You_were the one corrupted by the Watch of Sloth!?"

"Corrupted?" Buck laughed audible, his massive jaw letting out a deep, reverberating noise that shook Dante's very core. "I have had my eyes opened! I've manage to fight off the sloth that had seized my life! Before I let things just fall on my lap! I never had any ambition! I just did what I was told, did it well and that is what got me where I was! But now, I've taken what was given to me and made it my own!"

"But swimming in a pool of your own cum!?"

"But expanding my reach and turning Angelton into my own paradise! I'm going to turn Earth into my personal playgrounds! And then after that, Heaven and Hell!" Buck grinned broadly_. "And right beside me will by me sons."_

Dante's eyes widened in horror as an enormous dick rose out of the waters, practically a leviathan of a cock. It hovered over Flash, huge tongue snaking out ready to strike.

"I didn't lie, you know. I really have come to appreciate my sons. I want them right beside me. I let them stray. But I'll bring them back. We'll be a family again!"

That huge dick lunged forward -

Just as a massive tongue wrapped around Russ's waist and yanked him back. Dante spun in horror. Another huge Sloth Demon emerged from the darkness of the labyrinth. Unlike the two Sloth Demons, he was very mobile. His enormous mass couldn't even fit through the doors. Russ snarled and dug in claws into the ground, peeling the earth apart as he resisted being pulled into the huge, serpentine member threatening to consume him.

"You will not escape me!" roared the demon.

"Get him, Harry," Buck ordered. "Ethan..."

Dante's danger senses went wild and he instinctively dove to the right. Just in time. Another huge member smashed into the ground where he had been. He spun in time to see the cock rose up from the ground and its tongue snap towards him. The slick appendage wrapped around his ankle and yanked him into the air upside down. Adrenaline pumped through his blood and instincts took over. He cast a spell, black feathers immediately surrounding him. His form dissolved into the feathers and cascaded into the ground. He reformed a second later much to the frustration of Ethan.

He glanced over his shoulder at Russ.

"Go!" Russ roared, being pulled back another foot towards the labyrinth. "I can take care of myself! Save Flash!"

He hesitated and his sixth sense began screaming at him again.

Before Ethan's massive dick could smash into him, consuming him in its huge cum slit, he erupted into black feathers. The feathers swept upwards, twisting around Ethan's member and landing right on top of it. He reformed and immediately began bolting down the long dick. Ethan snapped at him and began swinging his dick back and forth, trying to sweep Dante off his length. Dante maintained his balance. It was fairly easy given how wide the member was.

But the surface was slick and slippery and he abruptly slipped on a vein and toppled to the ground. He didn't fall for a second before his body vanished into an explosion of black feathers that coalesced back onto the monstrous member. Just a second later and he was charging back towards his mate.

"Flash!" he screamed.

But it didn't seem like his boyfriend could hear him.

Buck snaked his tongue around his son, lifting him up towards the lips of his huge dick, slowly, savouring the moment until he and his son would be one. Ethan shot him a mental message, warning him of Dante's immanent approach. Slightly annoyed, he began shooting sharp, mental daggers at the young, dark hellhound. They took effect and he saw Dante stumble as one such dagger interrupted his concentration. But Dante showed that impressive mental fortitude that no one in Angelton had ever shown before. The hellhound just teleported even closer. His energy reserves seemed practically inexhaustible!

Though he was loathed to cut his moment with his son short, he couldn't take the risk of Dante reaching Flash. With one, powerful heave, he pulled Flash into himself, his tongue slipping back into his dick like an whip. Flash sunk into his cock feet first and that moment when he and his son's naked flesh touched send waves of amazing euphoria throughout his entire body.

Flash's body was just filled with so much potential, so much power. His son would be his true, offensive general. The loss of Jerry was regrettable but Harry would continue to maintain the Labyrinth of Languor and Ethan would forever be by his side as his mate. But Flash... Flash would be on the front lines. He would be converting people left right and centre, bringing more and more of Earth under the Sloth Demon's control.

His little daydream was interrupted when a loud cry cut through his pleasured rumbling. A storm of black feathers collided with the tip of his cock just as Flash's torso sank into his dick. Dante reformed, claws digging into the sensitive flesh around his cock head.

"Flash! Snap out of it!" the jet hellhound cried. "Wake up!"

"It's no use," Buck laughed mentally. "He is my son. He has always wanted to have a true father and I will be that for him. We will be together and there is nothing you can do to stop me reuniting with my son!"

For emphasis, he drew Flash deeper into his dick. Dante desperately gripped Flash's arm, pulling with all his might but against the strength of a Sloth Demon, he was no match. Flash sank further and further, his eyes glazed over and his entire body limp.

"Please Flash!" Dante begged, tears welling up in his eyes. "You promise me! You promised you'd never do something stupid again! And this is goddamn moronic! Wake the fuck up!"

Dante's danger senses began screaming at him again and he didn't have to turn around to know that Ethan's dick was shooting towards him again. He gnashed his teeth together and did the only thing he could think of. With all of his might, he balled a fist and sent it slamming right into Flash's face. It felt like punching a brick wall and he was pretty sure any normal person's entire hand would have shattered into a billion pieces.

But for him...

Well, Flash's eyes widened and he let out a loud, "FUCK!"

He shook his head and snapped his green eyes back at Dante, fangs bared. It took him a second to realise where he was, what was happening and all that anger faded away.

"Shit!"

He struggled, trying to yank himself out of his father's cock. With all his strength, he seized Dante's wrist but the force pulling him back down was too strong. He let out a desperate wail and locked gazes with his mate. One glance beyond Dante and he saw Ethan's member just seconds away from consuming the handsome hellhound.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered.

With all his might, Flash pushed Dante away, sending him hurtling into the pool beneath him. Nothing was stopping Buck anymore and Flash suddenly found himself getting dragged into the warm, slick, slimy embrace of his father's member. He didn't go down without a fight however. He struggled all the way through, trying to blast hellfire out of his fangs as the massive tongue dragged him into the dark depths of the shaft. That same tongue wrapped around his muzzle, pinning it shut and he squeezed his eyes shut, just hoping that Dante could forgive him.

But for Dante, that light ounce of rebellion was enough to spark a fire that would put all of Hell of shame.

"YOU BASTARD!" he roared.

A storm of dark winds and black feathers suddenly erupted from all around him, lashing out wilding with the strength of a hurricane. Despite all his strength, Ethan's dick was whipped away. All the fluids in the pools were thrown into the air as Dante suddenly dove straight for Buck's dick.

A pang of fear struck Buck as that storm collided with his penis. He expected pain but what came was unbridled pleasure. Dante _shoved_himself deep into Buck's dick, hurtling after his mate. Buck could only watch wide-eyed as the two large mounds sank further and further down his shaft. There was no way that Dante could catch up with Flash but he could only watch as the two disappeared into his balls with a loud squishing, swallowing noise.

The Springs of Sloth suddenly went still and Buck could only exchange glances with Ethan in shock.

He wasn't sure what just happened but -

BOOM!

Both Sloth Demons turned towards the doors to the Labyrinth of Languor.

Russ' eyes were wide his horror and his jaw was half-open in surprise. He held a human-shaped Harry in the air by the back of the head. The beefy programmer with the immense foot long, flaccid dick was unconscious and he didn't even wake as Russ dropped him unceremoniously.

Buck braced himself for the might of the legendary hellhound... but then he saw Russ smirk and cross his arms, the look of confidence on his face unnerving both of the Sloth Demons.

"You two..." Russ began, his grin broadening. "You two are so fucked."

******

Flash felt utterly miserable.

He couldn't believe he had fallen in line with his dad's wants and needs again. All his life, he had been steered by his father's actions - or rather inaction. As he lay within the thick, musky liquid of the pocket dimension within his father's balls, he came to the realisation that he had always been driven by his dad whether he liked it or not. Even that hatred he held for his dad was a way Buck could manipulate him even if it was inadvertently.

"You made me hate you," he growled into the dim, orange sky. He lay on his back, just floating in the mire. "You did thinks to Rick and Flint and I just acted based on that... trying to please you. You never talked to me. You never praised me for my achievements. You never actually said anything that would make you a good dad and yet I bent over backwards trying to make you proud of me... I was your puppet. All this time, I was just your fucking puppet!"

He threw another blast of black flames into the sky and watched it dissolve into nothingness. Flash squeezed his eyes shut, covering his eyes with his forearm. It was with incredible shame that he had been lured into this situation by his father's soothing words and with promises of being together at last. He had heard those magical words...

'I'm proud of you, Flash.'

He had believed them.

But they had just been a lie.

A lie to for Buck's own selfish desires.

"You never loved me. I was nothing more than a status symbol for you. The star quarterback for a backwater town's high school football team... Bet you would've handed your empire to me when you were ready fully expecting me to follow in your footsteps just because I would've wanted nothing else..."

He growled and slammed a fist into the murky water. He straightened, paddling upright. "Well, guess what, dad!? I'm not gonna fucking play your game! I'm not going to be your general! I'm not going to turn anyone for you! I'm going to sit right here and give you fucking indigestion!" He swung his paws into the air. "Come on! Bring as many victims as you dare in here! I'm going to spend the rest of fucking eternity keeping them from being your slaves! I'll do everything within my power to stop you from taking over the world!"

He lowered his paws and took a deep breath. "All I ever wanted was a real dad... Someone to be there for me, to teach me right from wrong, to watch a game with, to play ball with... To take care of me so I can stop trying so hard..." Flash shook his head solemnly. "Took me until now to realise I don't need one. I have Russ... and Dante..." He squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed quietly. "Dante... I'm so sorry..."

A gentle paw touched his shoulder and he immediately spun around.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw a pair of brilliant, emerald green eyes staring back at him.

"Dante..." he whispered, horrified. "What... No! What are you doing here!?"

"I came for you, stupid," Dante laughed. He poked Flash's nose lightly. "I told you never to do anything stupid again and here you are, letting your daddy issues drive you to being consumed by your dad. Great job there."

Flash ducked his head, his ears folding in misery. "I know... and... now you're here too..."

"Yeah..." Dante cast his gaze around, taking in the pale orange sky and the murky, white-orange waters that stretched from horizon to horizon. "So this is what it's like to be inside your dad's dick."

"Why are you making light of this?" Flash growled. "Don't you see? We're doomed in here. There's no way out! The only way we're going to get out of here is if we turn into Sloth Demons and my dad lets us out!" When Dante just gave him a knowing smirk, his heart plummeted. "No! No way! I am _not_going to turn into a Sloth Demon! Not like your grandpa!"

"That's not what I'm smiling about," Dante said with a grin. "I've got a plan on how to get out of here."

"Some magic spell?"

"Sort of." Dante spread his arms around and indicated the vast ocean around him. "All of this. It's Sloth energy. All negative energy. And you..." He poked Flash's big, plump pecs. "You can generate hellfire. The way I figure it, I'm your Generator. I consume all the Sloth energy, eating away at your dad's reserves and at the same time, you burn this place to the ground."

Flash blinked a couple of times. "But... look at this place. It's huge."

"But not infinite." Dante nudged Flash lightly. "Come on. Your dad isn't perfect. We can beat him."

Seeing Dante's confidence, Flash just found his heart lifting from the darkness. He gently wrapped his arms around his mate's waist.

"What would I ever do without you?"

Dante shrugged. "You'd be a daddy's boy."

"Ass."

They pressed their lips together and they shared the same breath.

With those words, Dante began rapidly consuming all the energy around him, absorbing it all into his body. The water itself began transforming into black feathers that trickled off the surface and began blending with his very fur. As he found his energy starting to build, he pushed it towards Flash, offering it for his mate to consume. Flash eagerly consumed the offering and transformed the power immediately into a torrent of black hellfire.

The scene was incredible to behold.

A storm of swirling black feathers swept in around them, spinning wildly and constantly expanding. Black flames joined the dark winds, lashing and slashing between the whipping gale. At the centre of it all, the two hellhounds hovered, entwined in a loving embrace. As their powers ate away at the waters around them, they somehow remained hovering at the centre of the spherical storm that constantly grew and expanding.

The roar of the tempest grew louder and louder with each passing second. The rumbling began to reach through the pocket dimension's barrier and back to Earth.

Buck first became that something was wrong when he felt a strange burning deep within him, particularly deep inside of his balls. He was still suspicious of Russ standing across the Springs from him, not acting and confident. But then he heard the rumbling rising from his massive curry sac.

"What...? What's going on...?"

"Buck?" Ethan asked in concern. "Are you alright?"

Buck reached for his balls and when he touched them, he instinctively pulled away. It was like touching a hot iron. "S-s-something's wrong..." He looked up in horror at Russ. Even as panic began setting in, his entire body was starting to grow hot from arousal. "Wh - what's happening to me!?"

"You may be a Sloth Demon now but you have no idea how Sloth Demons work," Russ answered with a big smirk on his face. "You guys actually have a little world tucked deep within your balls. It's where you draw all your power. Your dicks are portals into that world. Where do you think all the people you consume go?"

Buck's body began to shake and he was starting to feel the heat pumping throughout his entire body like hot lava pouring through his veins. It felt amazingly good like he was just on the verge of the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. He couldn't think and, to his horror, his mental network began shattering all around him. He let out a terrified cry that quickly turned into a loud moan. Ethan was shouting his name, audibly, but he couldn't hear his mate. The pleasure was pumping blood into his ears and his entire body was struck by violent spasms.

"You just consumed two hellhounds that are probably the best geared to destroying your little world," Russ said with a grin. "Dante has been consumed before. Just a week ago, he was turned into another demon's cock and he managed to turn that around on the guy. And Flash. Well, if you had paid attention to your son's actual capabilities instead of just being obsessed with taking what thought was yours, you'd know that he has incredible, destructive powers. He has an incredible affinity for hellfire, that one. With Dante as a Generator just like you, he had infinite power at his disposal to fuel Flash's fire."

"Noooooo..." Buck moaned.

His cock went rigid, stiffer than it had ever been since his transformation. Cum started pouring out of his dick and he knew he had to get those two out of his body as soon as possible. He could feel all of his strength waning and his mental abilities failing him. All that power, all that strength, it was all burning away!

Buck desperately began pumping his own cock, trying to get himself to shoot those two demons out from his balls. But he was growing weaker and weaker by the second. He glanced towards Ethan pleadingly. Taking his meaning, Ethan plunged hid cock deep under the murky waters and easily found Buck's ass. The dual pleasures of the burning need in his dick and being penetrated drove Buck wild.

Ethan felt Buck's weakening form and desperately pumped his mate full of demonic power in an effort to sustain him. But it was a losing battle. Dante and Flash were on the offensive and not letting either of them keep their guard up. Buck let out a terrified roar mixed with pleasure. Black flames erupted all over his body, spreading to Ethan and causing both demons to cry out.

Buck's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He felt two, large lumps start rising out of his balls. He no longer cared about his demonic empire. He just needed to cum so badly. He jerked his hips, thrusting madly into the air and pushing all the energy he had left and those that Ethan was giving him into shoving that huge mound out of him. Every inch that lump travelled up his dick was agony but he came closer and closer to release and that was all that he needed to drive him.

As this happened, the hellfire surrounding both him and Ethan began eating away at their demonic forms. Their large shapes began shrinking. Once, they had been as big as entire buses but as the seconds ticked by, they began losing more and more mass. Though their general shape remained the same, their sheer size burned away. Even his impossibly long dick began to shrink, a limitation actually being put on how far it could extend. As some consolation, it actually brought his head closer and closer to the lump.

Then, with one trumpeting roar, Buck's cock exploded with a tremendous eruption of cum. The thick mound just edging out of the tip suddenly slackened as a big, crimson, furry arm pushed out between Buck's cum slit. Flash gasped, taking a lung full of air. He grimaced as he pulled himself out of his dad's dick, tugging Dante out with his other arm. Both hellhounds emerged fully in a shower of cum, both of them diving into the hot springs with a tremendous splash.

Russ grinned broadly and rushed towards them. He reached the edge of the pool just as the two breached the surface, grinning, wet and covered in demonic cum but very much still the handsome demons they were.

"We made it!" Dante cried, pumping a fist into the air.

Flash just shook his head, amazed at just how much strength his mate had. He pulled Dante into a passionate kiss, lost for words. He caught sight of Russ and pulled Dante towards the shore. They both accepted Russ' paws and let the big hellhound pull them out of the waters.

"You boys never cease to amaze me," Russ laughed softly.

"It was all Dante," Flash responded. He turned towards his mate and gave Dante's cheek a quick lick.

Dante shrugged and glanced over his shoulder to where a severely reduced Ethan and Buck lay, partially unconscious from their explosive orgasm. "Well, it's not over yet." With a wave of his paw, he summoned the black demonic box.

"Wait," Flash said, resting a paw on the box. "Let me."

"You sure?"

The crimson hellhound took the box for himself and nodded. "Yeah. I am." He turned towards his dad, making his way around the pool so that he could be right next to Buck when he sent him to Hell.

Buck was slowly coming to and he followed Flash's progress.

"Flash... son..." he groaned.

"I don't want to hear it, dad," Flash growled, gripping the lid of the box. "For a long time, I always wanted to make you proud. You never told me what the kind of man you wanted me to be. But now... I realise that whoever that man is... It's not who I want to be. So dad..."

Buck's eyes widened. "Flash, wait..."

Flash opened the box. He stared at his dad's eyes all the way as the brilliant light erupted from the box and consumed both Buck and Ethan. Within moments, they were gone from Earth and he shut the box tight.

"... put a lid on it."

******

It took a while for them to clean up the rest of the house and, as per the usual, Dante consumed all the demonic energy, stored it in his pectorals and fed both Flash and Russ to fuel their efforts to cleanse the area. The citizens of Angelton that had been converted by Buck were purified and lulled into a magical sleep to be deposited back in their homes. Harry, who was a full demon, shared the same fate as his masters and was sent to Hell.

It was strange, though, looking at the quaint, single storey home that had once belonged to Ethan.

As Flash wandered through its hallways, he couldn't help but wonder if some of his dad's words were actually truthful. Did Buck Goldman actually have a thing for Ethan? Or was that all just a lie to make him more relatable to his son which he planned to use as his tool to expand his demonic empire.

In the end, Flash decided it didn't matter. As far as he was concerned, he was done trying to live up to his dad's expectations. Right now, he only lived for two people; Dante and Russ. Maybe Flint but his world revolved around the two hellhounds.

He poked his head into the guest room and could smell his dad's awful cologne in the air. Tempted as he was to burn it to the ground, it would take enough explaining to cover for Buck's sudden disappearance. A multi-millionaire suddenly dropping off the face of the Earth leaving his three sons to fend for themselves would not be easy to explain. Not to mention Jerry's sudden disappearance. Harry could be explained away as having moved to another state given the turmoil in Angelton.

But if Russ was as good as a lawyer as he claimed, he might just be able to divide the fortune evenly between the kids. That would at _least_give Flash some good capital to do with whatever he pleased. Though he did wonder what that would be.

He heard Dante's footfalls approaching and he glanced over to his mate with a smile. "Hey."

"All done here?" Dante asked.

"Pretty much." Flash stretched and rolled his shoulders. "Still can't believe we have to go to school on Monday... Feels this is the part of the story were we all get our happy endings and shit..."

"We beat the endgame boss and roll credits," Dante agreed. "But that's just three out of ten. We still got to find the other artefacts and my dad."

Flash nodded and pulled his mate closer to him. "I know. And we'll find him."

"I know," his mate answered with a bright smile. "I know we will." He patted Flash's chest comfortingly. "And hey, now that you don't have your dad looming over you, I guess you're basically a free man."

"Oh I dunno..." Flash nuzzled Dante's neck affectionately. "I still do have the old ball and chain."

"Are we married now?" Dante laughed.

"Dude, you just dove into my dad's dick to save me. If that doesn't say 'I love you', I don't know what will."

"Guess I better put a ring on it then." Flash shuddered. "What?"

"Rings. Reminds me of Edward and his Ring of Pride."

Dante's expression soured. "Right... I guess I better think of something else to indicate that you and I are together till death do us part. And maybe even not then." Dante's eyes widened like he just remembered something. "Oh! That reminds me. I sort of promised Russ that after this is all over that I'd help him look for my grandpa. Hope that's okay?"

The prospect of uncovering more of the supernatural world only excited Flash all the more. "How could I say no?" he said. He pressed his lips against Dante's for the briefest moments but kept their noses pressed against one another afterwards. "I'm with you all the way. And hey, if I can get some of my dad's capital after this mess, we might have the resources to go all over the world."

"That's kind of morbid!" Dante laughed. "You just sent your dad to Hell and now you're thinking about using his money?"

"I'm a demon. What do you expect?"

Suddenly, Russ' worried voice came from down the hall. He was poking his head out of a nearby room. "Uh... boys. You better come see this."

Their playful banter was instantly left behind as they strode into the room. Russ was standing in front of a closet door. As Flash came into sight of contents, his heart began to sink. Strange runes, crossbows, _swords_and all sorts of weaponry sat all arranged in the closet. There the letters 'DM' were etched all over every item.

"What's... what's this...?" Dante asked.

"I think Ethan was a Dead Man,. A demon hunter," Russ murmured grimly. "And now that's he's missing..."

Flash's heart began to sink.

"More will come."

******

Far from the Ethan's secluded home, sitting on the ledge of St. Aloysius' Church, a young man wearing a pair of wraparound silver sunglasses even in the middle of the night ate a churo. He swung his legs over the ledge humming a nameless tune.

Havoc leaned against the steeple's side, arms crossed. "I was wondering why Buck's influence hadn't spread as far or why he hadn't found either Flint or Richard."

"I only kept him back to avoid what can be considered an inter-planar disaster," Jacob answered with a chuckle. "After all, if a whole town fell into demonic influence especially one where a Dead Man was stationed, we're going to have a war on our hands. And as much as I know you love the chaos of war, I know you don't want to take that route here."

"Why not? I think the Apocalypse would bring a good change to this world."

"It would but the Apocalypse is an event defined by another entity. You don't like following prophecy. At least not ones haven't made yourself. Besides, I think with the way things are playing out, I like to think things are going to get rather... spicy now."

Havoc frowned at him. "What do you mean?"

Jacob finished off his churo and dusted his hands of the sugar. "Open your eyes, Havoc. Look beyond this town. Look up." He pointed upwards.

Havoc's eyes widened. "You must be joking. You're going to involve them? Why!?"

The Writer of Reality shrugged. "The Dead Men are involved now. Like it or not, they're going to be sending someone to investigate and if more people end up disappearing in this place, they're going to send their army. The only thing that's going to stop fanatical demon hunters is a symbol of good. And you know the Dead Men, Havoc. They're not going to stop to hear a demon's pleas."

There, the Harbinger let out a short laugh. "But they might stop for an Angel."