Sex with the Devil (City of Sinners Book 3)

by Noah Harris

  He tried to keep up and stay active, but it was all too much. He found himself hanging limp with exhaustion. He soon lost count of the demons who enjoyed his body.

  He was unable to ignore the growing pain in his ass. Despite the lube of so much cum, despite the opening up the Taurus demon had given him, his warm hole began to weaken. A stinging turned to a burning, the burning to agony.

  As the hairy demon came down his throat and pulled away, he looked around at the leering, inhuman faces.

  “I…I can’t…”

  The only response was laughter. Three more demons fucked him in rapid succession until he was writhing in pain. At some point he orgasmed, but he wasn’t sure when. Perhaps it had been at the point where he thought he couldn’t take any more.

  A burly horned creature twice his size shouldered his way through the crowd. The organ between his legs was thicker than anything Richard had ever taken.

  “I’ve had too much,” Richard gasped. “Let me rest.”

  “Where is that pride from earlier?” the demon rumbled, his breath smelling of brimstone. “You thought your lust equal to our own?”

  “If this goes on, I’ll die.”

  “The deal says you live and that the Hooded One does not get to have you. There are no more rules.”

  The demon picked him up like a rag doll and pushed into him.

  Richard was stretched so wide his scream came out only as a choking gasp.

  The demon did not go gently. He pushed hard and fast into him, Richard falling into near unconsciousness from the onslaught. His eyes went wide as he felt himself tear inside, felt his rectum give in.

  They had tricked him somehow. He was a dead man.

  At that moment the demon came, and like the Knowledge demon he had mated with before, the cum that shot into him had a strange healing effect. He could feel his skin reknit and the pain was somehow washed away.

  Then, the next demon took his turn and the gangbang continued.

  Once again, they worked him up to the point of sheer agony and again, the demon seed healed him.

  After what seemed like ages, they tired of this sport and put Richard on his knees. Now his job was to suck. Then his job was to be bathed in jism. The demons pressed close. Richard had to take every fleeting opportunity to suck in air to keep from fainting in the stifling confines of the slave pit.

  Richard began to relax. He could do this. His body ached and the stench and stifling heat made his head spin, but if he unfocused his eyes and just let things happen, he could ignore the claws, fangs, and strange skin, and even begin to appreciate their roughness. He thrilled at the thought of these immortal creatures remembering this day, long after he and all of New York City had turned to dust.

  Once his stomach was full to bursting, the demons lined up and gangfucked him once more. Eagerly he took one in his mouth and two more in his hands while a ceaseless succession of cocks pushed their way up his ass. Some were ribbed, some knobbed, others fat and short, some impossibly long. All shot their seed in him. Every time one pulled out, satiated for the moment, thick hot fluid ran down Richard’s thighs.

  Richard’s body was in agony, but his mind reveled in this treatment. Never before had he been at the center of so much attention, never before had he been so possessed. The stress of figuring out what he was and where his limits should be, was taken away from him. All he had to do was submit. The thought that he had already made his choice in submitting, and that there was no going back, gave him comfort. Now it was all up to them. Now he would be picked up by a creature who could wrap a single hand all the way around his waist and plunge into him with an impossibly huge cock. Now he would take a dozen demons’ seed in his mouth. Now creatures out of fable and nightmare became his lovers.

  Again and again, he was taken to the brink and beyond. Again and again he orgasmed, so many times that he was beyond counting. He found himself hoping that this day would never end. The thought that he could make another deal, a longer deal, made him all but swoon with anticipation.

  “You fools!” boomed a voice across the slave pit. All eyes turned to the speaker, who stood on the rim looking down at the throng. The demon had knobby skin of a deep green color and wore a flowing black cloak. Its eyes sparked like twin lighthouses, almost blinding Richard.

  “Can’t you see he enjoys it? We have shown him what it is to be enslaved by his own lust, now we should show him what it is to be a slave to our will. Bring him to me!”

  A cheer went up from the pit. Richard was passed from hand to hand towards the edge of the pit, where a towering demon with a starlit night for skin stood ready to lift him out.

  The demons obeyed the order but showed no hurry. Each demon got its chance as Richard was passed to the newcomer. One pushed Richard’s face down on the reddened dick soaked with the couplings of several hours, another gave a few quick jabs with a still-hard penis into the handiest orifice, others groped and fingered.

  He was lifted up into the harsh light of the demon’s gaze.

  “You look well used,” the demon said.

  Richard looked down at himself, his wet skin shining in the glare of those brilliant eyes. He had streaks and splotches of fluid all over him. His penis was flaccid, red at the tip, and the small triangle of pubic hair above it was matted with half-dried cum. His whole body ached, and he felt a stinging cavity stretching deep inside him. His jaw was stiff from being opened as wide as it could go for hours on end and his hips felt even worse.

  “You love being the center of attention, don’t you?” the demon purred. “We are going to the market.”

  The demon tucked Richard under one massive arm and ran off across the plain. They skirted close to the lava geyser, its heat drying the cum, sweat and spittle that had bathed Richard body. As they moved further away, the fountain of lava faded into the distance as the land grew cold and dark. The demon’s eyes lit their way. Mountains of barren granite rose to their right, and from between their jagged ridges blew a crisp wind. To the left lay a cracked and empty plain, grey land beneath grey sky leading off to a grey horizon. Far ahead a pale road ran between the mountains and the plains, a groove of rock worn smooth by countless feet over untold eons. It was as empty as the rest of the landscape. Millions had passed through this bleak land to wear such a path through solid bedrock, however none were to be found at the moment.

  To one side of the road stood a row of little huts, with a hole as wide as his palm in the front of each. The huts were only three feet high, the same width, and about six feet long. Except for the small holes, they looked like dog kennels.

  As they drew closer, Richard saw that each hole was blocked with a round wooden cover. Beside it was a coin slot.

  The demon headed for the row of huts and then skirted around them. The backs had identical hatches big enough for a man to pass through. All the hatches were closed, and on each of them was a round, covered hole identical to those in front. These, too, had a coin slot beside them. Each hatch also had a small keyhole.

  The demon gripped Richard harder, and with his other hand reached into his tunic and produced a key. Unlocking the latch on one of the huts and opening it, he put Richard inside. The creature pushed Richard’s limbs into position, leaving him on his hands and knees. Then the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

  The demon’s voice came muffled through the wall of the pen.

  “You will service travelers on this road for as long as we own you. You are not to speak, and you are to faithfully do the job we have set for you.”

  Richard waited for the demon to say more, but after a minute he realized the thing had left.

  He waited. It was cold inside the pen and the rock was painful on his knees. With his palms flat on the stone, his hands had become so cold he could barely feel his fingers.

  Yet he did not dare move. He did not dare break an agreement within the demon realm.

  Faintly to his left, he heard a metallic clink. It sounded like a coin being put into a slo
t, and yet it was so quiet that Richard wondered if he had actually heard it until there came another sound—that of the wooden cover swiveling to the side.

  After that, he heard nothing for a long time. He strained his ears for the sound of the sex he knew was happening in one of the other slave’s pen, but the walls muffled whatever that man was being put through.

  Richard waited and waited. He had nothing to do but think, and no memory of mundane reality could be heard over the surreal and wild scenes he had experienced in the slave pit. All eyes had been on him, even if those eyes had been those of a beast or a lizard.

  Now he was here.

  He grew bored. What was this? Did the demons not want to enjoy him?

  Another soft metallic click sounded, this time closer and to his right. He clearly heard the rasp of the wooden peephole open, but even though he kept as silent as he could he still could not hear the sex going on so close beside him. He was denied even that.

  Richard remained where he was, as he had to, cold and alone and trying to hear anything from the other pens. No one called out, and he understood that all the slaves had been put under the same injunction of silence.

  Perhaps there was no one there. Perhaps the demon was tormenting him by putting in coins and opening the holes. Perhaps there were no travelers on this road. It could be an ancient one, leading from a forgotten kingdom to a dead city. He could be entirely alone.

  Would he get no sex for the rest of the day? His body ached and yet he still yearned for more. It would at least warm him.

  Finally, it came in the form of a loud metallic clunk of a coin being dropped into the slot in front of him. This was followed by a soft click as the catch for the peephole released. He blinked at the unaccustomed light when his customer swiveled the cover aside. Before he could see what he faced, a musty organ pushed through the hole and rubbed against his cheek. He was sure the demon had not seen him.

  Richard opened his mouth, obedient and submissive, and took the demon’s cock inside him. It tasted of stale sex, its tip still dribbling cum from its previous encounter. So Richard had not even been the demon’s first choice. He wondered what other bodies, what other orifices, that cock had been inside.

  That was not for him to think about. His job was to suck, and he sucked.

  Despite his hopes, this anonymous coupling did not warm his body. His body remained cold, his hands numb, his knees aching, as he serviced his first customer. The demon had obviously had several partners before him, because his cock was only half erect. Under Richard’s pliant tongue it slowly began to swell, filling out his mouth and pressing against the back of Richard’s throat.

  It took the customer a long time to cum and when he did, it was a meager spray of foul tasting brine. The customer pulled out as Richard swallowed the last drops and the cover slid shut again, leaving him in darkness.

  He waited for what seemed like hours. Occasionally a coin fell into a slot somewhere along the row. Every time it did and one of his peepholes didn’t open, he felt a stab of rejection.

  At last he heard a coin fall into the slot behind him. The cover was pulled back and a bit of pale light streamed into the pen, only to be blotted out a moment later as the demon moved into position.

  The tip of a thick penis pressed against one of his ass cheeks. Richard adjusted his position so it touched his cleft.

  His raw asshole was wide open and slick from countless penetrations, so the anonymous cock pushed in with ease, although not without pain. Richard hissed at the stinging sensation reaching deep inside him. His ass had become numb in the slave pit but after some rest, his nerves were now raw and hypersensitive.

  Richard gritted his teeth. The demon’s organ was large like they all were, and had a series of ribs ringing the shaft that added to his agony. He had no choice but to take it, however. He had to keep his side of the bargain. As such, he knelt there in the cold darkness, as his ass was ravaged by some creature who couldn’t even see him and probably didn’t care to. The hole was enough.

  At last, it was over. A warm gush shot into his battered insides and the demon pulled out. There was a brief flicker of light before the cover slid over the peephole and once again, he was plunged into darkness.

  He waited again, bored and uncomfortable. Every now and then he heard a coin drop in one of the slots, and he found himself yearning for the unseen demons to choose him. Any sort of interaction would be better than this lonely vigil inside the slave pen.

  Then a coin dropped in his slot. He hoped the demon would speak to him, if only to mock his position, but no. A cock was shoved in his face and he had to suck it and swallow what came out. Then more waiting, and then a similar treatment of his ass.

  Then more waiting…

  …on and on and on until that endless day was finally finished.

  At last he heard the lock in the door behind him snap open, and the interior of his pen was bathed in light. Richard remained where he was.

  “You may come out,” a voice said.

  Richard crawled out backwards, blinking in the light. He stood up, shivering, and beheld the Taurus demon standing before him.

  “Now what?” Richard asked.

  “Your day is done,” the Taurus demon said. “I will take you back to your own world, and I hope that the mercy I showed you will make you consider further deals with me or others of my kind. You are more intelligent than he who shall scream for all time in the slave pits. You know that power in moderation can give greater power in the long run. Anton Black unbalanced the magical forces of our two worlds, but you can call on us from time to time, and pay the price of a day as a slave. The pits will be happy to welcome you back, and perhaps I will be merciful once more and give you time in the pens.”

  “Merciful? I’m freezing, and I spent most of my time alone in the dark.”

  The Taurus demon roared with laughter. “You would not have wanted to see what was mating with you! It was I who made the deal with you, so I sold places to those demons of my choosing. If you had seen some of the creatures who bought a chance to taste your mortal body you would never make a deal with a demon again. I wish to have you return. You have made me wealthy this day, mortal.”

  “Save your money or favors or whatever you got for me,” Richard said. His voice came out hoarse from all the wear and tear in his throat. “I won’t be coming back.”

  The Taurus demon fixed him with a knowing stare. “I have heard that from many men stronger than you, mortal. Imagine a month as my slave, all the pleasures and horrid acts that you would be forced to do. And imagine what mortal power such a sacrifice could buy.”

  Despite his exhausted state, Richard felt a faint stirring in his raw cock, and enchanting possibilities arise in his benumbed brain.

  He shook his head to dispel the mood.

  “No. Take me home.”

  Tyrone waited for him on the other side. When Richard appeared in the summoning room, his boyfriend rushed to embrace him.

  Richard put his hands out to stop him. “Let’s wreck this room first. Then a shower. Then you can hug me.”

  Tyrone handed him a claw hammer. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

  “Let’s bury this together.”

  Tyrone retrieved the other claw hammer and together they scraped the walls, ceiling, and floor, destroying the faint but powerful magical patterns painted there.

  Richard practically collapsed from the effort, and Tyrone helped him into the shower, stripping down so he could help bathe him. He did so tenderly, quietly, and they lay on the bed once they were finished. Tyrone gave him a massage and gently made love to him. Richard lay there, too tired to reciprocate, but loving the touch of a human hand and the kiss of a pair of loving lips.

  He drifted off to sleep and did not dream.

  The next afternoon, after visiting Adam in the hospital, they headed to The Hole in One. At that hour, there were only half a dozen people there.

  “Hey guys!” Luke said. “A little early for y
ou two. Not much happening in the dark room.”

  Richard and Tyrone sat on the bar stools. Immediately Richard stood again. It still hurt to sit.

  “We’re not here for the dark room. I’ll have an orange juice,” Richard said.

  “With vodka?” Luke asked.

  “No, just an orange juice.”

  “And I’ll have some Coke,” Tyrone said.

  “Can’t you get that yourself? I don’t sell that.”

  “The liquid kind, if you please.”

  Luke looked from one to the other. “What’s with you guys?”

  “We’re taking a vacation,” Richard said. “But that doesn’t mean we’re leaving the scene. Actually we’ve come into some money and we want to build up the Everard Fire Victims Fund into something bigger. We’ll help the victims some more if they need it, of course, but we also want to help out new guys in town who are in danger of being exploited, especially the runaways. Keep them off the streets and away from the pornographers.

  Luke’s eyebrows shot up. “Well I never thought I’d see the day. So I guess you’re quitting modeling.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Well if you want to expand the charity, I’m glad to assist. I know a few people who could use some help. Some of the younger guys get caught up in all sorts of crap.”

  Richard let out a sigh.

  “Tell me about it,” he mumbled.

  Luke looked over Richard’s shoulder and waved.

  “Martin! Good to see you.”

  Martin came into the bar. He had a black eye and a swollen, split lip. He looked even shyer than usual, and the attention he got from the crowd made him seem to draw further into himself. Several people gave him hugs and pecks on the cheek. He managed a smile and sat down at the bar.

  “What are you having? This one’s on the house,” Luke said.

  “Um, a beer would be fine, thanks.” The student thumped a heavy microbiology textbook on the bar.