3. 4
He looked at me as though seeking permission to make the next move. “I’m feeling surprisingly kinky tonight. Like supernaturally kinky. Do you mind?”
I moved my lips to say no, but—two clicks that I soon realized came from the bindings that held my ankles later—Stacio already seemed satisfied enough to hoist my legs up and place his hands on my hips. The next time I felt his kisses, they were moving in a slow pattern across my bare ass cheeks. Was he—or, um, Asmodeus—really reading my mind?
“Wow,” exclaimed Stacio, peering up at me from between my legs. “With an ass like this, it’d be a crime to not wear a jock.”
I watched with great interest as he buried his face in between my cheeks, his lips and tongue triggering the nerve endings in one of my most sensitive spots. “Unhhh,” I whimpered, my body flinching in pleasure as he licked and kissed. Pleasure came in the form of small zaps of sensation as his tongue danced around my opening before pushing into my hole. He alternated his talented tongue dance with gentle nibbles on the surrounding smooth, sensitive skin.
Sure, I had been rimmed before, but something about this moment was hotter than any other rim job I had received. I mean, damn, I’m practically sitting on his face at this angle. I locked eyes with Stacio as he moved his tongue in and out of me. He explored my body like he was a voracious demon with a hunger that couldn’t be satiated.
“Mmm,” he mumbled before spitting in between my cheeks and diving back in. “You’ve got a beautiful hole.”
“Fuuuck,” I gasped as I felt his fingers push against my opening. He alternated between teasing me with the tip of his tongue and forefinger until I was so horny I felt like I could burst. I could see through my jockstrap that I was already pre-cumming enough to leave a visible wet mark through the front of my underwear.
The way he bent and manipulated my body like I was a small toy exclusively for his lust and enjoyment was inexplicably hot. The idea that he was apparently possessed by some unknown entity faded away through the waves of ecstasy and I found myself lost in his eyes.
“That feels so good, Stacio,” I said, grabbing for his head as his tongue continued to open me up.
“Yeah?” he asked, gently dropping my legs and clicking my ankles back into their bindings. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
All I could do was nod, my eyes wide and my lips trembling.
He spoke next with a deliciously devilish undertone. “Whoever’s idea it was to put you back up on this contraption was a good one.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
Leaning forward, Stacio pressed his lips against mine once more. His hands gently ran through my hair before resting on my shoulders. He then moved down and snapped my ankles back into place. “Well, there’s this , for starters.”
At first, I thought I was having an episode of vertigo, but I quickly realized that Stacio had grabbed a lever from the top of the pentagram structure and spun me upside down. “Oh, wow! I forgot it did that.”
“Show me how badly you want it, baby,” coaxed Stacio, stepping forward and pushing my face into his underwear. And boy, did I ever fucking want it.
I licked and kissed the outline of his growing erection through the fabric of his underwear. I desperately struggled to free my hands, so badly wanting to engulf him. He clearly was being a tease.
“That’s it,” he spoke softly. “Show me.”
“I want it so fucking bad, Stacio,” I pleaded.
“Get me nice and hard,” he commanded, his hands at the back of my head as he pressed into me. I moved my lips around what I presumed was the very tip of his manhood, sliding my tongue along the fabric in a desperate attempt to earn my reward. I felt him growing, pulsating, and throbbing as I went. “Mm, fuck yeah,” he grunted.
Fuck, this is hot, I thought to myself. I want it so fucking bad.
“Do you?” he asked aloud.
It was eerie that he was responding to my thoughts, but I was in too deep to care. “Yes. Pl-please, Stacio.”
“Beg for it. Tell me you want it.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Give me that big dick, Stacio.”
“Yeah?” he coaxed.
My pleas became more desperate. “Please, let me suck it!”
“All right. I suppose,” he conceded. Greed in my eyes, I watched anxiously as his fingers slipped around the waistband of his underwear. He pulled his boxer briefs down in one quick movement, his fat cock springing free and bouncing against my chin as he did so.
He backed up—far enough away so that I couldn’t reach him--and smiled at me. His voice seemed different, colder. “Is this what you’ve waited so long for?”
I was lost for words as he used his hands to flick and jerk his fully-erect penis. I admired its length—and, in particular, its girth—before tilting my head up.
“Naughty, naughty,” he cackled, stepping forward and flicking the tip against the opening of my mouth. “Open up, Crispy.”
I did as I was told.
Feeling both of his hands at the back of my head, I relaxed my jaw and savored the moment as he pushed his cock between my lips.
“Damn, baby. You just let me know if this is uncomfortable and we can stop, okay?” he asked.
Is he expecting me to respond with my mouth full? I thought to myself. All I could think about was how badly I wanted him in me. How badly I wanted him to move his hips back and forth, to take control of me. Seconds later, he did just that.
“Ah! Fuck yeah,” Stacio grunted as he pulled his hips back and then thrust them forward into my head. I swallowed hard, my tongue dancing along the tip of his member as he skull-fucked me. “Take it all the way, cutie. That’s it.”
He moved slowly now, gauging my gag reflex as he pushed himself further into my mouth. More, please , I thought to myself, considering the odd chance he was actually reading my mind. I felt his grip on my head tighten as he gave me just that. Air escaped between my lips as he pushed my face into his ball sack. I felt an unusual tickle in the back of my throat until he gave one last stern, rough thrust. With that, a new sensation rippled through me—one that triggered me to swallow. I felt a dull pain as he reached my gag reflex and pushed past it, a unique feeling that I had never experienced before.
I had never been with a man as endowed as Stacio, but I could feel my throat opening up and convulsing around the head of his cock. Uncomfortable at first, the very act of being throat- fucked turned me on so much that I was able to quickly relax my reflexes and enjoy the pure domination of the moment.
“Oh, holy shit,” Stacio gasped. I could see him twitch, almost as though his thighs had turned to jelly and he was about to fall over. “That feels fucking amazing. You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmmph,” I tried to mumble, my words enough for him to twitch again.
“Fuuuck,” he grunted. “Gimme that fucking throat.”
Stacio cradled my head as his hips once again started to move back and forth. Despite my awkward position and despite the circumstances surrounding it, I found myself entering into a unique sexual euphoria I had never experienced in my life. In this moment, my sole focus was to bring pleasure to the beautiful man before me—the beautiful man I had crushed on for so long, had such strong feelings for. I imagined the sensations coursing through his body and aimed to find ways to increase their intensity.
“Ah, that’s right,” Stacio cooed. “Swallow it. It’s so fucking tight when you do that, baby.”
I choked on his cock as he buried himself in my mouth. I felt him throbbing inside me as he pushed into my throat and I purposefully tightened it around him. His dirty talk was turning me on, making me crave him more and more—and I think he sensed that.
“You like it when I fuck your mouth like that?” he asked, his voice deep as he let out a low growl. “Take that fucking dick down your throat, Crispin.”
I could feel my face getting wet as my own saliva escaped from my lips, but it didn’t bother me. I understood now why the guys in the naughty videos I had clicked to on late, lonely nights enjoyed sucking dick so much. As submissive as the act was, it was also powerful. In giving up my mouth for Stacio, I was the chief and captain of all his pleasure. I was the sole source. And at the same time, I was just a hole for him to fuck. Even more taboo, it wasn’t even my ass he was destroying… yet.
“All the way, baby.” I felt his hand pushing the back of my head down, an unrelenting force for me to comply with.
“Fuck,” I gasped as he finally pulled out of my mouth. He slapped his slobbery cock on my face before leaning down and tilting his head to make eye contact with me.
“Look at you, beautiful boy,” he said with a smile. I savored the sensation of his lips against mine. “I could keep you like this all night. But I won’t.”
My view of him changed as he spun me right side up again. I felt him undoing the bindings around my ankles again, heard the click of the claps releasing, and watched with great anticipation as he again hoisted my legs up. “Wh-what do you want to do to me?” I asked.
Spitting twice between my cheeks, he lowered my ankles onto his shoulders and pushed into me. “What I should’ve done the very first day they moved you into my suite,” he said with great confidence. “Make you mine.”
I felt the sensation of something new pushing into me now—and just like that, he slowly entered me for the first time. “Oh, fuck yes,” he called out, his eyelashes fluttering as I involuntary convulsed around his cock.
“Oh, my god,” I said, taking a deep breath as he immediately began to thrust into me.
“God has nothing to do with this, baby,” he was quick to reply. He leaned forward and stuck his tongue into my mouth. My body shook as he explored both my holes, but I could only moan into his passionate kisses. He pulled away, adjusting his hands on my hips as he held me up in the air. His eyes studied my face, watching every whimper and wince as he dominated me.
My own erection—trapped away under my underwear—throbbed and ached with every thrust. I sure wasn’t the kinkiest guy, but this whole scenario was opening my eyes up to darker pleasures. My mind wandered, thinking of the dirty and degrading things that Stacio could do to me now that I was tied up. As though in direct response to my thoughts, he firmly placed one hand around my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I can hear what you want; feel what you want. You dirty, dirty frat boy.”
“Fuck yeah,” I managed between soft moans. We locked eyes as he slammed into me. The look on his face told me he enjoyed every second of it: from the wince I made as he pulled out of me to the whimper I produced as he buried his full length back inside.
He continued his assault on my hole for what felt like an eternity, but I couldn’t complain. The discomfort of the bindings on my wrists was overpowered by the waves of pleasure produced every time I felt Stacio press into my prostate. My fear that a demon had possessed my lover was blunted by the passion of his every movement.
“You doin’ okay, Crispy?” he finally asked, the bucking of his hips never ceasing. Without waiting for my response, he pushed his mouth into mine. Our lips tangoed like old friends who knew every move to the dance. I teased him with the tip of my tongue, and he responded by filling my mouth with his. “Mmm,” he spoke again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Fuck yes,” I replied. “Ha-harder.”
A deep, primitive growl escaped from his chest in response. Ensuring my legs were securely over his shoulders, he placed both hands on my neck as the intensity of his thrusts increased. I had never been fucked so hard, so aggressively in my life; nor had I ever experienced such prostate stimulation.
“Unnh, that’s right,” he barked. “Squeeze that fucking hole.”
At that point, I couldn’t listen to his commands if I wanted. My whole body was involuntarily convulsing as the nerve endings he slammed into sent sparks rushing through my very core. I felt like I was in a permanent state of sensory overload, like I was about to experience something I once believed to be only a fable: the prostate orgasm. “St-St-Stacio!” I cried out.
Sweat beads dripped from his face as he studied mine intently. “Mm, you fucking like that, don’t you?”
“Oh!” I shouted in response, my vision becoming blurry. “Y-y-yes!”
I felt a hot, dull sensation across my face as he slapped me. The animalistic nature of his domination was overwhelming, but satisfactory in ways I never could have imagined. “You like being my little fuck toy, huh? Want me to cum in that hole every night, don’t you?”
Fuck, that’s hot, I thought to myself, full well understanding that somehow he could hear the words. Do that again. Call me names. Use me to explore your wildest fantasies, p-p-please.
“Filthy fucking whore,” he replied, one hand tight at my throat as he used the other to slap my ass. “Take that fucking cock!”
“Use me like your little fuck toy, please!” I pleaded. In response, he lifted his hand and slapped me across the face again. His slaps were gentle, but increased with intensity every time I begged for more.
“That’s all you’re good for, huh? Slutty little frat boy, gimme that fuckin’ hole.”
“Unh, unh, unh!” I yelped. The wood creaked and rocked as he jack-hammered into me. I could feel all eight inches pull out and push back into me, overwhelming my prostate and sending me into a euphoric state that continued for the next few minutes. “Oh, f-f-fuck, Stacio!”
We locked eyes as he tightened his hold around my neck. Despite my bindings and his grip, my body shook like a vibrator on its highest setting. The sheer power of him pounding me caused my teeth to chatter, my messy hair to bounce in the air, the tip of my cock to push up past my waistband. I was a tiny, helpless heap of bones next to his large, muscular stature; a small rescue raft pummeled by a gruesome and worsening hurricane. In that very moment, he could split me in two and I would still be screaming in pleasure.
“Wink that hole around my cock,” he commanded, his grip on me tightening. “Work for your reward, lil bro.”
I contracted my sphincter muscles to increase the resistance against his cock as he fucked me. My nerve endings sent warning messages through my body, messages that built up like a warm sensation traveling from my groin to my tummy and chest. I let out a yelp comparable to the Wilhelm scream sound effect, my eyes widening as I watched a steady spurt of semen escape from my throbbing manhood. “You’re ma-making me cu-cu—ahhh!”
“Good lil bro,” he cooed as I sprayed the last few shots onto my stomach.
The fuzzy warmth of my orgasm caused all my muscles to tighten and momentarily spasm, but all I could concentrate on was my lover’s face. His eyebrows furrowed and he gritted his teeth in reaction to my sphincter squeezing him tight. “Here’s your big reward,” he managed before letting out a howl I could only describe as paranormal in nature.
I cried out again as his thrusts became uncontrollably powerful, almost inhumanely so. The wind was knocked out of me by his body smashing into mine. I felt a hot warmth inside of me as his body tensed and twitched, and could only imagine he was burying his own load deep inside of me. The raw, animalistic, and selfish movement of his hips as his orgasm rocked his body was enough to send me into a second orgasm.
My vision blurred again as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. In fact, if someone captured my face at that moment, they’d probably tell you that I was the one who was possessed. “Please, please, yes!” was all I could manage as I felt my penis twitch and explode once more.
Stacio’s final thrusts were accompanied by the sound of splintering wood. I couldn’t even bother to tense up in response as the pentagram tipped backwards and collapsed—both of us falling with it. As we toppled backwards, I saw the darkness leave Stacio’s eyes. His familiar brown eyes were trained on mine as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.
“Damn,” Stacio exclaimed between deep breaths. “I’m s-sorry. Are you okay, Crispy? Let me get you up.”
I giggled as he undid the bindings around my wrists. “No, no. I’m okay. Just—just stay here like this with me,” I replied, grabbing his arms and pulling them back to me before he could pull out. “For a second, at least.”
“You sure you’re okay?” Stacio asked.
“I’m more than okay,” I responded.
“Well, look at you all smiley and shit,” he teased, collapsing on me and wrapping his arms around me. “Almost like you’re smitten with me or something.”
Just yesterday I would’ve never let myself be in such a vulnerable position. In fact, yesterday’s Crispin probably would never utter the words that were about to escape from my lips. “Well, I guess I am kind of smitten with you. Do you mind?”
I felt Stacio’s hand gently cuff my chin as he raised his head up to look at me. “Not at all. In fact, I’m kind of smitten myself. And I meant what I said earlier about, you know, wanting to talk you out on a date. Truth is—girl or guy—there’s no one I vibe with more than you. Thank you, Crispin, for taking a chance on the closet case with a crush on you.”
The same warm sensation that built up throughout my body as he brought me to orgasm returned, except this time it was accompanied by a nervous tingle. The physical manifestation of joy, of happiness, of blossoming possibilities. Of love, maybe. One day, I thought to myself. Oh, shit. Can you still hear my thoughts?
Stacio laid his head on my shoulder, his arms and legs engulfing me like I was his own personal body pillow. Running my hands over the top of his head, I took his non-response as a no. But I had to be sure. “Asmodeus?”
“Huh?” Stacio tilted his head and looked back up at me. “Why’s that name sound so familiar?”
“No reason,” I replied. “No reason at all.”
The post-coitus cuddling lasted for only a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity in heaven to me. I was hesitant to mention what happened to Stacio just yet, partially because I didn’t want to ruin the moment and partially because I didn’t want him to freak out. Oh, fuck. What about the dead body? I thought to myself as he finally helped me to my feet.
“Guess we made a bit of a mess down here, huh?” said Stacio. “Wow. I like a little rough play, but this is extreme even for me. Guess your kinky little ass brings it out in me.”
I felt Stacio give my bare butt a playful smack as I bent over to collect my clothes.
“And what’s with the bloody planchette?”
“Um,” I began, my eyes scouring the room. They landed on the spot where Eddie’s body went down like a limp noodle. To my surprise, it was no longer there. “You really don’t remember?”
“He was in me, wasn’t he?” Stacio asked, tossing the planchette between his hands. “A demon. The embodiment of lust—Asmodeus, the prince of hell.”
I bit my lip before taking Stacio’s hands in mine. “It’s gonna be okay. I-I think he’s gone now.”
“He is,” Stacio said with a nod. “His plan. He told me it.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “What?”
“To wreak havoc on his summoners by tapping into their lust. Their desire. I-I was still in there, still in control; but he was with me. Gave me that extra push. Gave me the courage to pursue the guy I wanted; the courage to hurt the guy I hate. Whoa,” he exclaimed, the look on his face as though he suddenly realized everything that happened. “We have to tell the other guys before it’s too late.”
“All right,” I said with a nod, pulling my button-up shirt over my shoulders. “Everyone’s back upstairs. We’ll just—we’ll find them and tell them. M-maybe our resident witch can do some kind of spell? An exorcism, maybe? Let’s get up there.”
Before I could make my way to the stairs, I felt Stacio’s gentle, yet firm touch on my wrist. He spun me around with enough force that I fell into him. His arms quickly wrapped around me and squeezed me. “Hey,” he began, his voice nothing but a soft whisper. “All of this is kind of scary. Can I get a couple kisses first?”
As dire as the situation appeared, I couldn’t resist him. The same excitement that coursed through my veins when we first kissed returned as his soft lips explored mine. I leaned into his strong embrace, took safe harbor in his arms, and savored the romance of the moment. “Okay, you planchette playboy,” I managed between kisses, “if we’re gonna be the final boys in this scary movie, let’s get a move on.”
“Anything you say, Crispy,” he replied, pressing a final kiss on my forehead. Somehow, some way, I knew he was mine now—and despite the looming paranormal presence, I wouldn’t have it any other way.