by Noah Harris
Acid was Richard’s weakness. On his first trip he had given up his virginity to the Hooded One, not knowing that his willing, virgin sacrifice was a way for Anton Black to bring the demon through into this plane of existence. During their painful, yet pleasurable coupling in a bathhouse cubicle, he had been transported, for the first time, to the demon realm. He had been surrounded by the Dark Legion, a host of demons of every order, waiting to take their turn satisfying themselves with his young flesh.
At the last moment, though, he had pulled away. The great gush of demon seed that the Hooded One had shot inside of him burned like hellfire, causing Richard to pull away in pain and terror. The ritual called for every drop of cum to be ejaculated inside him, and some had not. What had remained still simmered with an evil, yet sweet fire.
The demon cum that pooled inside him had marked him too. It had brought him closer to the demon realm, and made him more susceptible to it.
Acid, too, had the same effect. It lowered his resistance and his will. When he had taken acid another time, the Hooded One had appeared to him yet again, and he had almost given himself to the demon with the full knowledge of what that would entail. Part of him, he had to admit, wanted to succumb to his carnal desires.
Now, Anton Black had gotten him to trip once again, knowing Richard would be prey to temptation.
He had to get out of there. He had to get away from the summoning room.
Into the chaos of a New York City gone mad, though?
Yes, anywhere would be safer than staying here. The rioters could only kill him. The Hooded One, if he managed to complete the ritual and shoot his entire load into him, would enslave him for all eternity. He would be the plaything of the Dark Legion for eons, until they ultimately tired of him.
Richard got to his feet and immediately had to grip the arm of the couch, as the room warped and wobbled around him. The flame of the candle on the coffee table left a brilliant tracer across his vision, like a meteor streaking through the night sky.
Pausing, he tried to get a grip on himself.
“You’ve done this before,” he admonished. “You can do it again.”
The words seemed to echo around the room.
He stumbled out to the hallway. The summoning room remained quiet; perhaps he’d get out in time as the front door wasn’t far ahead. Busted as it was, there was no way to lock it behind him, but he didn’t have time to worry about that now.
As Richard walked down the hall towards the front door, it seemed to pull away from him, the hall extending and stretching out. Sweat broke out on Richard’s brow.
Then, something grabbed his ass.
He spun around and almost fell.
There was nothing there.
Again, something grabbed his ass, and again he turned to find nothing there.
The walls crackled to either side of him, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the plaster bow out at a dozen different locations along both walls.
The bulges kept stretching, finally taking shape.
Large, muscular arms faintly glowing white in the darkened hall, had taken form out of the wall plaster.
Those arms reached for him.
Richard drew back, but there was nowhere to run. They reached for him from both sides, cupping his ass and rubbing his crotch. He batted them away and ran for the door. The hands grabbed at him as he passed and he had to struggle against each one, pulling away sharply. The door was close. He reached out a hand.
Then they had him. The arms pulled him back, passing him from hand to hand back down the hallway. As he struggled he could feel them grasping at his clothing; as one tore his shirt; two more unbuckled his belt and tugged at his pants.
He tried to fight back, but they were too strong. Piece by piece, his clothing was pulled away, even his shoes and socks, and he was suspended naked in the hall as those white hands fondled him. One rubbed his cock, which, despite his fear, had become swollen and erect. Another stuck a finger up his ass while others gripped his arms and legs. The hallway bent, warped, extended, and contracted fluidly.
Then, his nostrils filled with the familiar stench of sulfur and Richard’s eyes flew open wide. That smell could only mean one thing.
With terrible clarity, he saw the arm next to the doorway of the summoning room reach up, snap off the lock with a single tug, and open the door.
A waft of heat hit him like an oven. The hands passed him from one to the other and shoved him inside the room. The door slammed behind him and disappeared.
He found himself standing on an open plain of blasted rock. In the distance a pit of lava-spat flames, silhouetted a myriad of dark forms that danced and mated. The sky was overcast with roiling, yellow clouds that flashed with lightning.
However, Richard did not fear these things nearly so much as he feared the figure that stood before him.
The Hooded One. He stood a full seven-feet-tall in a dark robe on which faint occult sigils shimmered in red, but nothing of his former lover’s body could be seen, except those strong, gnarled, wide hands and the eyes, which beckoned to him. Wiry, brown hair grew on the backs of each knuckle and the nails looked thick and dirty, almost clawlike. The first time they had met, those hands had held him down with irresistible force as he was violently penetrated. The last time they had met, those same hands had tried to strangle him.
More than the beckoning hands though, it was the eyes that drew him forward. He couldn’t see The Hooded One’s eyes but for the red vertical slits that glowed within the infinite recesses of that black hood.
Only once, during his first acid hallucination, had he ever seen that hood come off and even now he could not be sure he had really seen the image that had burned itself into his memory. It had been a goat’s head, with horns of the darkest black, and bristly brown fur, and eyes that gazed into his with an intelligent malevolence.
Like those glowing slits did now.
Richard found himself stepping forward. Beyond the Hooded One, he saw the dim figures of the Dark Legion. They had crowded around him the first time, awaiting their turn but now they hung back, mere shadows, waiting for the command of their master.
His master.
“Anton set this up,” Richard whispered. “He knew I’d have trouble resisting you if I was tripping. Every time I meet you, I get weaker and you get stronger.”
Richard felt his erection stiffen further. Just the mere thought that the Hooded One was growing in power over him gave him the most delicious, yet perverse thrill. Standing here naked in the demon realm, he knew that anything could happen, but only if he willed it. The demons could not take a human, not even in their own world. The human had to give himself willingly.
Like Richard had the first time.
Of course, he had been tripping out of his head, just like he was now. That was the trick that Anton Black understood, to let Richard’s subconscious betray his conscious.
Richard knew all of this only too well, yet didn’t care. He remembered that sweet pain of the Hooded One entering him, first at the Everard, then at the ritual in Untermyer Park, and once more at another bathhouse when he had again taken acid by accident.
It was sex like he had never experienced before or since. No human lover could mirror it and he wanted to feel it again.
You can’t, he told himself. If he cums inside you, he can manifest in our world, and then nothing will be able to stop him.
“But you can enjoy it just a little, like the other times. You can stop in time.”
The words whispered in his ear, seductive and convincing. Had he said them?
Colors and shapes whirled around him. He found himself drawing closer.
“You want me, don’t you?” Richard told the pair of slitted glowing eyes deep within the black hood. “You want me like no other human you’ve known in the thousands of years of your existence. It’s not just so you can get into my world. You’re using me, I know, but that doesn’t make your desire any less real.”
And I ca
n use you, Richard thought.
Richard took another step closer, the Hooded One stood almost within reach. The lava fields in the distance glimmered and shone with a brilliant intensity, making the blackness within the hood grow ever darker.
The Hooded One reached down and unfastened the middle part of his robe, and that organ—that frightening, fascinating organ—was suddenly in full view.
There was no head to it, only a bulbous shaft that was thicker at the front, narrower, yet still inhumanly thick in the center, before it flared again several inches down. He knew that he could not see its full length, that several more inches of thick meat remained hidden within those dark robes, and that the base flared out even wider before ending at the Hooded One’s hairy hide.
The skin on the demon’s penis was deep red, and he remembered how the heat radiated off the blood-glutted organ. Deep purple veins stood out along its length and the slit at the end was ready to gush black semen into Richard’s waiting hole.
As if in a dream, Richard took the final two steps forward and did something he had never done before—he embraced the demon. He wrapped his arms around the silky robes and felt the huge muscular body within. He breathed in the sulfuric musk, and felt the intense heat of that huge organ pressed up against his own erect member and his chest, the tip brushing under his chin.
The Hooded One looked down at him. The Dark Legion shuffled closer, growing clearer with every step. Hairy hulks and leathery wings trembled in anticipation. If he gave himself to the Hooded One he knew they would be next, in all their countless numbers and variety. He almost orgasmed at the mere thought of it.
You’re falling into the trap, a distant, sane part of his mind cried.
That thought, however, morphed and twisted, and his next thought came to him with utter certainty: You’re falling for him.
He looked into the darkness of the hood. The glowing eyes looked back at him.
Richard gyrated his body against the thick shaft that ran from his own meat to just below his chin, an impossibly large organ that had such heat that it made sweat bead all over his body. The tip was smooth but ungiving, its surface slick, like a natural lubricant. He ran his hands along its length, and bent his head to take just the tip in his mouth.
It was so large that he had to painfully stretch his jaw just to take it in. The taste was bitter, like cinders, charcoal, and match heads. Slowly, he bobbed his head up and down, eager to give his demon mate pleasure.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Dark Legions growing restless, eager for a taste of his human flesh. Richard pulled back for a moment.
“Tell them to come closer,” he whispered to his demon lover. “Tell them they can have a taste too.”
Richard put his mouth back around that delicious, unreal organ and sucked at it for a moment more. Suddenly, a fear rose up in him, and he started to tremble. He felt a presence behind him—two muscular figures with leathery wings and hot breath wafting through fanged maws. In the corner of his wavering vision, he saw more figures closing in.
His fear grew, and he knew he had told the Hooded One the wrong thing. He hadn’t told him enough.
“Commit,” a whisper came to his ear. His own mind, or the acid? Or had his demon lover finally spoken to him?
He pulled away again, leaning back. His shoulders brushed against the inhuman beings flanking him. A pair of thick prongs pressed against his ass, eager and waiting.
He stared once again at the glowing slits of the Hooded One’s Eyes. The drug and his own lust made them appear to fill his entire vision, seductively drawing him in.
“I want you so badly,” he whimpered. The demon’s cock pressed against him again. He tried to pull back, but he was hemmed in by the two demons behind him, two figures he didn’t dare look directly at for fear of seeing their true appearance. He writhed against them and felt leathery hide against his bare, smooth skin. His hand strayed up behind him to explore further what his eyes didn’t dare see: Fangs. Horns. Tusks.
The lava field, the blasted plain, and all that surrounded him was now blocked out. The Dark Legion had encircled them, expectant and waiting.
“Have them hold me while you take me,” he told his master. “Have them hold me still while you pump every last drop into me. And when you’re done, they can have their way with me. They can all have their way with me.”
The words seemed to boom across the plain. In the distance, he thought he heard laughter.
Another spike of fear, a moment of clarity of what this would mean, but it was too late now.
The demons picked him up, one to each side. Massive arms held him under the shoulders and knees. Taloned hands gripped him tight.
The scene spun. Colors melded and shimmered until all he could see was a patchwork of surreal shapes. Even his own body felt strangely distorted.
Damn, this is the strongest acid I’ve ever had. How much did Anton put in that orange juice?
He felt as if he were floating, and yet held in place. The heat and sharp smells pervaded his senses. Then, he felt himself rocking back and forth. A new sensation came to him, and at first he couldn’t place it. As the world continued to spin, he was blinded by coruscating colors and odd, morphing shapes, as he tried to get his shattered mind to focus on some semblance of reality, a dull, growing realization of what he was feeling came to him.
Pain. Regular thrusts of hot pain up his ass.
He tried to cry out, but his mouth was blocked.
Richard’s vision cleared, but all he could see was the red flesh of some beast inches from his eyes. A thick, ribbed cock filled his mouth, the tip writhing of its own volition in his throat, like the head of a serpent. He was still held up by the two demons, but now he also felt a pair of strong hands clamped on his shoulders and a thick, red-hot organ shoving brutally up his rear.
His master’s hands. His master’s organ.
Richard pulled his head back, the unreal demon cock coming out of his mouth with a pop. It rubbed against his cheek, the tip still moving from side to side, and he swore he felt it nibbling at him.
He didn’t look at it. Instead, he looked at his master.
The Hooded One had him by the shoulders in a tight grip, keeping him still as he pumped away at him, pounding relentlessly and sending delicious thrusts of agony deep inside him.
How long had this been going on? How close was his master to cumming? Had Richard ridden the wave of hallucination for seconds, or was it minutes?
His mind seemed clearer, even with the colors bleeding from one to the other and the strange shadows flitting at the edge of his vision. Even as his thoughts cleared, however, his mind emptied. He was falling into that sweet submission he had felt before at the Hooded One’s touch. When he was on the end of the demon’s cock he didn’t want to be anywhere else, despite the pain and the danger he experienced. Added to that now, were the two burly demons holding him up, like he was in some bathhouse sling. He’d woken up to find he’d already been sucking one of them off. What else had he done?
He turned his head to the other demon only to find a thick ebony organ bobbing close to his face. It was unnaturally large, but otherwise normal. He could feel the red demon’s cock writhing against his bare shoulder like a living thing. Dreamily, he took the black demon’s dick in his mouth, treating it to several languid licks of his tongue.
Oh, to always be like this, he thought, as he felt a thrill run through him. He could always be like this, though. In another moment, the Hooded One would shoot his entire load inside him and complete the ritual that Richard himself had interrupted back at the Everard. Then, he’d be the Hooded One’s slave for eternity. Then, he would be passed around from demon to demon in the Dark Legion for their enjoyment.
This would continue forever.
He pulled his head back again and looked at his master. The Hooded One’s thrusts had increased in tempo. Richard could feel that he was near the brink. Richard spread his legs out further, inviting him in. The occult s
igils on the demon’s robe glowed a baleful red, as brilliant and sinister as his eyes.
Then, those colors melded and shifted and he felt another wave of hallucination about to cloud his mind. Again and again, the hard thrusts shoved deep inside him. He could feel the cock swell even more, just like his own cock swelled in that brief moment before orgasm.
It would only be a matter of seconds now. He could feel himself slowly slipping away. The vision blurred and something was shoved in his mouth: Another cock. Which demon was it? He could barely see. He was slipping further away into the abyss. His reality was focused around the mass in his mouth, and the hard shaft thrusting up his ass with wild abandon.
It would just be a few more seconds, and the Hooded One would come. The demons flanking him would hold Richard tight to ensure that every drop of that black, sizzling semen would shoot inside of him. The ritual would finally be complete. He would be his master’s plaything forever, and the Hooded One would finally walk the Earth.
No!
He tried to cry out, but the thick meat in his mouth muffled the words. The tip of the penis writhed in his throat, making him gag. As he tried to pull off, a huge, taloned hand gripped the back of his head. The Hooded One, sensing Richard’s struggle, thrust even faster.
I’ve stopped him with my words before, but what if I can’t speak?
Panic gripped him. He was moments away from become a slave for eternity.
That thought rocked his body with a powerful orgasm. Richard’s cum shot in a long arc, splattering his own body and that of the red demon who was face fucking him.
He looked up at the demon whose horrific visage, cut by a swathe of fangs and flanked by curved horns, leered down at him in bestial triumph. Richard directed his thoughts.
No.
A mixture of shock and dismay shattered the demon’s haughty look. The hand moved away. Richard pulled back, faced the Hooded One and gasped.
The hood had fallen back to reveal what he had only clearly seen once before—the head of a goat, with twisted horns of the darkest black, bristly brown fur, and eyes with inhuman slitted pupils that gazed into his with a look of lust and triumph.