Sex with the Devil

by Noah Harris

  Then he moved back up to the head, this time making little sucking kisses along the bottom.

  Dreamily he opened his eyes. The head bobbed in front of him, the slit almost as big as his own mouth. He arched his back and rubbed his chest and face against the shaft, then turned and bent over. He rocked back and forth, the shaft running the length of his back. He bent over further so that it rubbed against his ass, although it was too wide to get between his cheeks.

  He felt those large, taloned hands wrap around him. Each finger nearly reached across his chest.

  “Take care, mortal, lest you tempt me too much. If I tear you apart, the other demons will be angry with me.”

  “Can you make yourself smaller, even just a little?” Richard gasped. He was dying to feel that meat inside him. Through hooded eyes he could see the demons gathering, leering hungrily, their cocks erect.

  “I am not a shapeshifter, mortal,” the demon said, turning Richard around. “Suck me.”

  Richard took another breath, stared lovingly at the giant head and shaft before him, and kissed the slit as one would a mouth.

  He gave it a long luxurious French kiss as the demon hissed in ecstasy and the other gathered demons howled with excitement.

  Unlike the Hooded One’s cock, which tasted like a match head, this demon’s member tasted sensuously human. Richard suspected it would respond like a human dick, and shoot like one too. This demon’s cum would not burn him.

  He kissed deeper, inserting his tongue inside the slit and savoring the sweet flavor of the demon’s precum. The demon groaned with pleasure.

  Richard gave little sucking kisses all around the giant head of the penis, and then down one side of the shaft and up the other.

  A deep voice boomed behind him. “This one will do well in the slave pits!”

  Richard looked over his shoulder. The Taurus demon stood in the crowd. He stood almost as tall as the demon whom Richard was now sucking, with the head and horns of a bull. Richard quickly looked away from that bestial visage and savored the huge, red, but otherwise essentially human body in front of him. Only the feet were inhuman, being cloven hooves, and the cock with its strange, flaring head and wide slit.

  “Have you forgotten our engagement?” the Taurus demon asked. It felt surreal hearing a human voice come out of that bull’s head.

  “No,” Richard said, his voice trembling. “But your day with me comes only after the Hooded One is defeated. That was the deal.”

  The Taurus demon nodded. “Until then I will admire your technique, and think of the best uses I can put it to as I share you among my friends and sell you to anyone who pays the right price.”

  “This little mortal will pay the biggest price of all,” said the demon before him, putting a broad hand on the back of Richard’s head and pushing his face against his massive cock. “Now get back to work.”

  Richard ignored the lewd comments whispered by the crowd behind him and worked on the demon’s head, once again giving that unnaturally long slit a French kiss.

  Hot, salty precum oozed out of the hole, filling Richard’s mouth with a single, giant drop. He swallowed it, and ran the tip of his tongue around the edge of the slit as the demon hissed with pleasure.

  His tongue traced the edges of the slit again, then started to move slowly around it for a third time.

  Before he made it halfway around, his head was knocked back by a spray of semen with the force of a fire hose.

  Richard staggered, clenching his eyes shut as his entire face got bathed in the hot liquid. He fell to his knees as the next shot showered onto him, running down his shoulders and chest. He swallowed, opened his mouth, and swallowed again as it was instantly filled. The demon shot a third, fourth, fifth time, soaking him in a torrent of semen. Richard licked his lips and savored the salty tang.

  Mission accomplished, he thought. I have enough here for a hundred rituals.

  Richard wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, but it was as covered in cum as his face. He tried the other hand and the result was the same. He could hear the demon chuckling.

  “You will have to let it dry. You should leave it on all night.”

  “I will if you appear before the people harassing my community and get them to stop.”

  “I will require you to be there to channel my presence into the human realm.”

  “I’d be glad to. Are the other demons still here?”

  “They are fading away now that they have seen what they came to see. The Taurus demon whispered some most ingenious ideas to his comrades. Your stay in the slave pits may last only one of your days, but it will feel like an eternity.”

  Richard shivered. He may not survive the confrontation with Anton and the cult. Therefore, he may not have to pay that heavy debt.

  They stood together on the blasted plain until the heat of the demon realm had dried the cum into a thick crust all over Richard’s bare body. With an effort he was able to open his eyes and wipe them clean.

  Then he fixed the demon with a stern gaze.

  “I gave you what you wanted, now you need to give me what I want.”

  The demon gave a mock bow that at its lowest still left him towering over the human teenager.

  “Gladly. You are a most effective bridge between worlds, so this will not be difficult. Focus on those whose hearts you wish to make tremble with fear.”

  Richard gazed off into the distance, trying to see his own world through the bleak landscape of the demon realm. He thought of Ron and George, tried to picture what they might be doing in Chillicothe right now. He pictured their looks, their swagger, their voices. A strange haze clouded his vision and the demon realm began to fade.

  “Fuck those guys! We should tell everyone.”

  Richard jerked with surprise. That was George’s voice!

  The haze cleared and the demon realm came back into focus.

  “Concentrate,” the demon ordered.

  Richard focused again, willing himself back into that connection. After a moment the voices returned. This time it was Ron speaking.

  “…the guy’s a psycho. You saw that magazine, who would do that shit? And then he came at us with a tire iron. When he drew the gun at his apartment that was one thing, we were whuppin’ his ass, but the other day we hadn’t even touched him!”

  “Yeah, what’s his problem?” George grumbled.

  The haze cleared to show a living room. Ron and George sat on the couch in front of the TV, drinking beers.

  “We probably shouldn’t tell no one,” Ron said. “He might drive all the way back from New York and kill us.”

  “Aw, bullshit. Once word gets out, he’ll never dare show his face here again. Plus we could tell my uncle.”

  Richard bit his lip. George’s uncle played cards with the sheriff every Friday night.

  That decided it. These guys needed to be shut up permanently.

  He turned to the demon. “Do your work.”

  “Focus on me stepping into that room. I cannot do it alone.”

  Richard nodded. This had been the same with the Taurus demon. He would still be half in the demon world, but he would be visible to the guys in Chillicothe. Richard wasn’t sure if the demon would be able to manipulate the human world or not. It didn’t matter. The sight of him would be effective enough.

  Richard summoned his willpower and imagined the demon striding forward through the hazy image and standing in front of the couch.

  A moment after he willed it, it happened. The huge, naked man with the horns and hooves took three ponderous steps and materialized in George’s and Ron’s living room. His horns scraped the ceiling as he glowered down at the two teenagers, who dropped their beers and leapt back against the wall. A dark stain appeared on the front of Ron’s pants.

  “You dare conspire against the great wizard Richard Miller!?” the demon bellowed. The sound of his voice reverberated so loudly through the small room that one of the pictures fell off the wall.

  “W-what
?” Ron blubbered.

  Instead of explaining himself, the demon rubbed his meat. In a few strokes that giant cock swelled to its epic proportions. George tried to hide behind Ron, who pushed him out of the way. They both struggled for a second and ended up falling on the floor. The demon’s member towered over them.

  “If you speak a foul word to anyone about the great wizard, I will come and core you from the inside out. I will be listening!”

  The demon stepped back into the demon realm. The vision of Chillicothe lasted long enough to see both of Richard’s classmates faint. He doubled over with laughter and it took him some time to recover and be able to speak again.

  “That was perfect, thank you.”

  “Demonkind keep their bargains. Who are the others you wish to cow into submission?”

  “This might be harder. I don’t know them. I don’t even know where they live.”

  The demon shook his head. “For one such as you it does not matter. Picture them in your mind and they will appear to us.”

  Richard focused once more, although he found the sight of the demon’s still-erect member distracting. He summoned the faces of those skinheads from his memory, those snarling punks who had attacked The Hole in One just because a bunch of gays hung out there. He pictured their hate, their anger…

  …and they appeared.

  The skinheads were hanging out in an alleyway, drinking bottles of beer. One was pissing against the wall as another watched. The rest laughed and swore and boasted about some old Puerto Rican man they had just beaten up.

  The demon growled. “Picking on the weak is the surest sign of cowardice.”

  “Go to it then,” Richard said.

  “Focus.”

  Richard mentally pushed him through to the other side. The demon roared as he appeared. One of the skinheads slipped off the garbage can he was sitting on and fell into the puddle of his friend’s urine. Another jumped into a dumpster to hide. The man peeing whipped around to stare at the demon, sending a wide arc of piss splashing over his friends. For a moment, none of them moved, until one bolted for the entrance to the alley.

  The demon turned, blocking the skinhead’s way with his huge cock.

  The thugs all froze in terror.

  “Change your ways! Do not molest the weak or the different. Powerful forces protect them, and if you defy them, I will have my way with you!”

  The skinheads looked too shocked to reply. The demon moved his cock out of the way.

  “Now go!”

  They all ran. The guy in the dumpster hopped out and joined them.

  Within an instant, they had all disappeared.

  All except one. It was the guy who had been watching his friend peeing. He dropped his pants and bent over in front of the demon, trembling. A stiff erection stuck out from between his legs.

  The demon took a step closer. “You want me?”

  The skinhead said nothing, just lifted his ass a little higher in the air.

  “You must say the words if I am to couple with you,” the demon said.

  “F-fuck me, Satan.”

  The demon laughed. “There is no Satan, but I will fuck you all the same.”

  The demon lifted him up and rammed him down on the tip of his cock. The skinhead screamed. Blood shot out of his anus. Richard looked away, but he could not stop from hearing the sound of rending flesh. The man’s screams cut off, but the liquid tearing continued in a regular rhythm.

  It only took a minute, and then the demon stepped back into his own world. His cock dripped with blood and gore.

  “I said scare them, not kill them!” Richard said. “This wasn’t part of the deal!”

  “He made a different deal. Do you pity your enemies so much you object to this?”

  Richard felt ill. Before the vision of the alleyway faded out, he caught a brief glimpse of a bloodied, torn heap of flesh lying on the pavement.

  “How could you do that?”

  “Mortal flesh is weak, and we are hungry. It was his choice. He probably hated your kind so much because he hated himself for feeling the same way. He wanted punishment. He got it.”

  So this is what the world will be like if the demons get free, Richard thought. I was a fool to be tempted by the Hooded One.

  “Be gone,” Richard told the demon. “Our deal is finished.”

  The demon bowed and vanished. Richard focused on moving back to his own plane of existence. As the summoning room came back into view, Richard looked down at himself. He was covered with dried demon seed. He had one element he needed for the ritual.

  “Now I just need a woman,” he muttered. “And I only know one in this damn town.”

  Richard did not feel comfortable going into this place. Aphrodite’s Nude Revue was not the kind of hangout he preferred. Brian had insisted on going to a titty bar on his first day in town and Richard, desperate to convince his classmate he was straight, had reluctantly agreed.

  At least he had been coked up that time. This time he was stone cold sober, and it wasn’t helping.

  Led Zeppelin’s “Lemon Song” blasted at full volume while on four different platforms, naked women were grinding their pussies against steel poles in time to Robert Plant’s yelping. Shadowy figures of middle-aged and older men clustered around them, staring up from the shadows at the red-lit flesh tones.

  Richard found an unoccupied table as far away from the stages as he could.

  Baby, yeah, treat me right, baby...

  My, my, my, my…

  A bored-looking waitress came up to him. Like all the other waitresses, she was topless. Her breasts were large and heavy, with bright red nipples. Richard suspected she’d painted them with rouge. She looked a bit older than most, her stomach flab curling over the waistline of her pink hotpants.

  “Whatcha wanna drink?” she asked in a nasal Brooklyn accent.

  You ain’t nothing but a two-bit, no-good jive.

  “A beer. Is Candy working?”

  “Which one, the brunette or the blonde?”

  Richard grinned. “You people are so unoriginal you can’t think of enough stage names?”

  “Look buddy, I—”

  The girl shut up when he slipped her a five-dollar bill.

  “The blonde, please.”

  A minute later, she appeared. She was slim and aged about twenty, although her face looked as tired as Richard felt. She had medium sized, pert breasts and wore nothing but a gold sequin miniskirt.

  Squeeze me baby,

  ‘Til the juice runs down my leg, oh!

  “Hey, baby. Good to see you again!” she said, stopping just out of reach.

  Richard put a twenty on the table.

  Candy sat on his lap, the money disappearing so quickly that Richard almost didn’t see her hand move.

  She began going through the mechanical routine of a lap dance.

  “Do you really remember me?” Richard asked. The song had increased in volume and even though she was on top of him he had to shout to be heard.

  “Of course, baby! I always love it when you come here.”

  “What’s my name and where am I from?”

  Candy merely smiled and ground a little harder against his crotch.

  “You don’t remember me. That’s OK. Can we go to the back now?”

  “Don’t you want to finish your drink?”

  “No.”

  Candy got up and walked with him towards the back wall, where a red-lit hallway led out of sight.

  “Does a twenty still buy twenty minutes?” Richard asked.

  Candy smiled. “It gets twenty-five for my favorite fag.”

  “Oh, so you really do remember me!”

  Candy gave him another smile, this time genuine.

  “It took me a minute. We get a lot of guys through here.”

  “Me not getting hard as you rubbed my crotch was the giveaway, huh?”

  “Ha! Half these guys can’t get it up without a couple of shots and five minutes stroking with warm oil.
”

  Richard laughed along with her.

  As they came to the entrance of the hallway, Richard spotted a huge Samoan security guard lurking nearby. He waved another twenty at him, gave it to Candy, and said, “We’re going for a longer session.”

  The guy nodded.

  The prostitute led him to a back hallway where a series of doors opened into small rooms, each furnished with a wooden platform with a padded mattress and an easy to clean smooth vinyl covering.

  She closed the door behind them. Richard sat on the mattress and Candy joined him, slinking up close to his side.

  “I’m surprised to see you back here. Your friend wanted to get laid again?”

  “He’s not my friend. No, I came to see you.”

  Candy raised an eyebrow. “Really? Why?”

  “I need your help with a couple of things. Lie down beside me,” Richard said as he reclined on the thin mattress.

  Candy began to unclasp her miniskirt. Richard stopped her.

  “No, I’m not trying to be straight. I just want you to lie down next to me.”

  Candy smiled uncertainly and did as he asked. Richard put an arm around her and snuggled close. She smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume, but beneath that he could detect a delicate female scent. He supposed most guys found that scent alluring. He didn’t, and yet it comforted him somehow.

  “What are you looking for?” Candy asked.

  “I wouldn’t mind being your friend, but I guess you’ve heard that a million times before.”

  “Not from a fag.” Candy’s blue eyes met his. “You’re sweet, and I’m not just saying that. Most guys who come in here are animals. But I don’t get what you’re after.”

  Richard shrugged and began to massage her shoulders. “A straight guy said something the other day that really took me by surprise. He asked about my female friends, and I had to tell him I didn’t have any. The three other gay guys at the table didn’t have any either.”

  Candy laughed. “Why would gay guys have female friends, silly?”

  “That’s the point. Straight guys hang out with women because they want to sleep with them, or meet other women through them. We don’t want that but we never did anything differently to treat women any better.”