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After the meeting with the prospective members of the Community Board, Father took me into his arms and kissed my forehead before heading up the stairs to his bedroom. I followed him up the stairs, the smell of cinnamon and cloves intoxicating, but I stopped outside his closed door. If he'd wanted me inside with him, he would not have closed it. Defeated before I started properly, I retired to my own bedroom and lay down on the bed to sleep. Morning wasn't that far off, after all and it was going to be a rather long day or at least I hoped it would be.
When I slid beneath the covers of my bed, I thought about the question I'd asked my father about my then unknown brothers. "How many are there?" I had asked, Father's then-free hand clutching my ample ass and pulling me open for a third finger to slide in alongside the other two.
"An infernal number." Father answered, his three fingers opening me and working themselves deeply into my hole. "Are you, perhaps, more bothered by this than you let on?"
I had been in a way. I'd thought of myself as an only child for a long while but finding out I had siblings was strangely exciting -- and so was remember how my father had fingered my asshole before fucking me with his long, thick cock. Even as I lay in bed, my own cock hardened with the memory of what had happened not so long ago. My hands dipped below my covers and began stroking my naked cock as I recalled my father pounding my hole. Soon, I'd blown a fresh load all over my lower stomach and hand, which I cleaned to the best of my ability with my own tongue and hungry mouth. I wondered as I licked cum from my fingers, how much of the same stuff my father had spilled inside other women. How many was "an infernal number" anyway?
The morning brought sunshine into my room and I was up and heading into the shower when I heard my father's running from his room. If I could hear it, it must have meant that his door was open. Going out into the hallway, I noticed this was true and I almost ran into his bathroom via his bedroom. He stood facing the spray, water falling over his broad shoulders, rounded ass and shapely legs. In my head, I heard his gentle voice wish me good morning and tell me it was alright to step into the shower with him. Not hesitating, I did just that, slipping my arms around his soapy torso and pressing myself against him. No matter how much soap he used, that clove and cinnamon smell was rich with him, still.
"You're wondering about your siblings," Father said to me, his hands clasping mine. "I truly wish you'd put that out of your mind."
"It's easy to say, but so much harder to do."
"But it isn't something you should worry over. You've gone this long without knowing them. What does it matter that you're not my singular sireling?"
I kissed his smooth flesh as I answered. "It doesn't, really, but now I'm curious as to who they are and if I've seen them before. Do I know them? Will I know them?"
"To my knowledge, you don't know any of them, personally." Father assured me, his hands slipping between mine. "You've never met them but I can't say that you never will. There might come a time when that could very well happen."
I took the soap from my father and as he turned to face me, ran the white bar over his hairy chest and stomach, his sides, under each of his arms as he raised them and down to his hips. When I took hold of his thick, soft cock, I ran my hands lovingly along its length and looked down at it, loving its plump shape and smooth texture.
"No."
I looked up into my father's green eyes. I knew what he meant by this -- as the word answered both of the questions I had in my mind. No, none of my other brothers had been with my father sexually and no, this wasn't the time to drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. Disappointed, I continued to clean it for him, fingering the head and palming the shaft, soaping it up. Father smiled at me and brushed my face with the back of his hand. I leaned into that gesture and he spoke to me.
"I understand your disappointment and I am flattered but today is very important to us both." He said, stroking my cheek. "Things have been set in motion and we must make sure they gather momentum." He said, gathering me into his arms. "This is a very crucial time for us. A great deal depends on what happens in the upcoming months."
I had no idea what he was talking about. All that concerned me was that he kept holding me close to him and the solid muscle of his body. My hands slipped around his waist and down over his ass. He chuckled at this, his voice inside my head, telling me that this wasn't the time to get adventurous.
"Please, father," I said softly against his chest. "Please...before you go?"
"What is it that you want?"
"Anything you'd give me." I answered honestly, my hands gripping his flesh.
My beautiful father's hands slid off me and he took the soap. Strong fingers began working over my shoulders and down my arms, coating me in the cleansing film and bubbles. His touch was firm but gentle and when he'd moved to my chest, his hands slid through my arms and did my back. He moved me into the spray and knelt to the tile floor behind me. Again, strong fingers worked into the thick of my legs, calves, feet (one at a time, of course). As he dragged his hands up along my body, he pushed me over using his hand on my back. My head rested against the wall of the shower and Father's firm grip on my ass thrilled me. He spread my cheeks and literally attacked my hole with his mouth, lips fastening onto me, tongue spearing into me, sending me into orbit.
Grabbing the backs of my legs, I bent farther, the water flowing down over my body, while my father's thick tongue slid deep into my hole! Behind me, he growled as he chewed the tender flesh, released it, tongued it and chewed again, sucking on it and making me moan. Looking between my legs, I saw the club of his cock thicken and I was on fire for him again. I wanted it inside me, like it had been on the island. I reached for it and was able to touch the plump head and the gooey stuff oozing from it. His tongue shoved deeper and I moaned louder.
"Fuck me..." I said softly, the words a plea of desperation.
Father's face withdrew from my hole and he shoved me forward in the stall. My hand slid along the tile to steady myself, my other took hold of the cold water handle, turning it off. The water turned from lukewarm to scalding hot in seconds but instead of causing burns, it made my skin come alive! Behind me, father's thick fingers were plumbing my insides, his cock sliding along the rise of my ass. When he'd sufficiently opened me, he replaced his fingers with the head and first two inches of cock. His hands tangled in my hair and took hold of my hips.
"Fuck you?" He questioned, his face rubbing along mine.
"Yes, Father..." I panted, knowing what this meant.
A blinding pain tore through me as he buried his thickness inside of me. Scalding hot water poured onto both of us but the only heat I felt was that of my father's body against mine. In the reflection of the glass, I watched his hand slide up into my armpit and take hold of me. His hips drew back and slammed hard into me again, his cock stirring the roof of my mouth! I moaned and pushed against him, his next onslaught picking me up off my feet. Beginning a long, slow fucking of my ass, Father groaned with every movement, his breath against my face. I began to be jarred harder by each thrust into me and I loved the way he opened me completely and made me want more! Grunting, he began to fuck me harder with deeper thrusts into me and I began to shed tears of painful joy at this brutalizing of my hole. I said nothing but moaned against his cock, feeling it expand inside my ass.
"Now, boy!" Father said and I felt his cum burn its way up into my hole! "Say it!" he told me, taking hold of my hair as he filled me with his seed! "Say it, boy!"
"Thank you...Father!" I said breathlessly as he came into me. "Thank you for fucking me...thank you for your cum, Father..." I moaned, feeling every drop of him inside of me.
He slid out of me as easily as he'd slid into me. Rough hands turned me in the scalding spray and shoved me against the wall. His mouth claimed mine and his tongue slid easily between my lips to duel with mine. My hands gripped him and he ground his still-plump cock against my abdomen.
"Few will be able to resist you." He told me when the kiss was ended. "Use this ability sparingly. You don't want to cause the wrong sort of attention."
I was filled with daddy cum, standing in a scalding shower and out of breath from having been brutally but beautifully fucked by my father. I didn't know what he meant by `ability' but I nodded and as he re-soaped himself and let the suds wash down the drain, I watched his perfect body leave the small, glass cubicle. He dried himself off and left the bathroom while I cleaned up and did the same moments later. My ass still felt as if his cock was embedded in it and it was a glorious feeling.
My school was a good bike ride from our house. A good fourteen miles from our house but hey, that's what gave me my killer legs so I didn't complain. In fact, it was pretty invigorating and by the time I sped up to the bike rack outside of the building, I was actually ready to go and learn some things! I didn't know what the day would hold or when I'd get called to Coach Leyland's office so I just sort of played the whole thing by ear, as it were. Going into my classroom, I saw all the other students and teachers going on about their day in much the same way. I slid easily into my seat and began to unload my backpack.
"When you return to school in your Earthly guise, I will take you in my office, stretch your young form over my desk, a leg and wrist at each corner as I plow your hole deeply and mercilessly. You will beg for mercy. You will cry out my name until I fill your mouth with slick, warm...cum."
My jeans tightened as I thought about this, even as I opened my notebook and took out my pen. The class seemed to go on and on, minutes ticking by like hours and all I could think of was what Abaddon had said to me. Even when some of the cuter boys in my school walked by in their tight pants on the way to their seats, I thought of the promise of a good, sound fucking and my dick throbbed in my own tight pants!
Finally, the school day crawled to a close and as I was putting the last of my books away and heading toward the doors where my bike was just beyond them, a teacher stopped me and told me that Coach Leyland had asked that I come by his office before leaving. My cock jumped in my pants, throbbing a bit as I nodded almost absently and then waited for the teacher to disappear back inside her classroom before sprinting to where I had been summoned. Stopping short like a cartoon rabbit, I half-expected to see an animated dust cloud form around me! Gathering my composure, I knocked on the frosted glass and was told to enter.
Coach Leyland lounged in his chair behind his desk, his feet propped on its corner. When I opened the door, he motioned me inside. He wore a dark tank top that scooped low on his well-formed chest and I was surprised that he had no markings whatsoever on his smooth skin. From where I stood, I saw that he also wore track shorts that rode him high, white socks and slightly dirty sneakers. I closed the door behind me and without touching it, watched the lock slip into place. Coach motioned me over to the chair and I took it, settling in and watching as he leaned a bit further back in his chair, flexing his calves and upper leg muscles.
"I assume you know why you're here?"
"Since I don't play any sports, I can imagine the exact reason I'm here." I nodded.
Uncrossing his feet, Coach let them drop to the floor and stood. Taking his time, he walked around the desk and when he stood in front of me, he let three fingers slide up the rounded bulge of his shorts and into the waistband. I watched them and then looked up at him. I'd never really noticed how handsome he was. Sandy blond hair, rich, light-brown eyes and a smile that was dark and sexy, Coach Leyland was a far cry from his demonic aspect as the Destroyer. I saw that smile now as he looked down at me, his fingers playing with the fabric of his shorts.
"You remember what I told you?"
I nodded, the words playing in my head.
"Stand up."
I did as he said, almost shooting out of my chair. Our bodies were almost touching but not quite. I was inches from him but close enough to smell him, bitter cinnamon and rich maple. There were no concentric circles, no wild hair, no amber eyes but rather the smooth, chiseled form of a man in his early forties that took excellent care of himself and whose hand was now sliding over the inside of his shorts with a casual abandon that made my mouth water.
"You know what to do."
I nodded soundlessly as I leaned forward and let my hands slide along the smooth, uncluttered surface of his desk. I was still clothed but wondered if that was going to stand in the way of his promise to me. Feeling his feet shuffle my legs apart, I reached for the other side of the desk to steady myself but heard Coach's even tone correct my posture.
"Corner," he said and I slid my hand to the left corner of the desk to take hold of it. "Your Father has given me leave to do with you what I'd like...no limitations."
I didn't really know what that meant but my cock liked the sound of it. I nodded.
"Do you have limitations, boy?"
Not "prince" this time, but merely "boy". From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew that pain would be a large part of the pleasure he'd inflict on me and to answer his question, I slowly shook my head from side to side.
"There will be no stopping once we have started."
I nodded my understanding.
My right leg was lifted up onto the desk, my foot settling on the corner. My shoe and sock on that foot were removed and dropped to the floor. My left leg was brought onto the desk and the same thing happened. When I was standing again, my jeans were unsnapped and removed, leaving me naked from the waist down. Standing there, I let Coach bring my right leg back up onto the desk, just as he'd said that I would be. Breathing was difficult, having his hands on me the way they were. His grip of my flesh was different from my father's. It was harsher, tighter, more...cruel.
"I'm going to hurt you, boy."
"I know..." I said, almost in a whimper.
A door opened on one of the lockers that lined the wall behind me. The door closed and I felt something hard against my exposed ass. In my mind, I saw a paddle like fraternities use and I saw Coach Leyland hold it tightly in his hand before rubbing its smooth wooden surface over my ass. He drew back and the first connection of the thing to my skin made me scream! This wasn't a warning blow or a test blow -- this was the first actual blow of the paddle to my ass and it was quickly followed by a second, third, fourth and fifth! The quick succession caused me to swoon, glad that I'd clamped my hand onto the corner and had my leg propped on the desk. The next four swings of the paddle caused tears to flow from my eyes and my grip to tighten on the desk, my other and steadying myself by flattening on the desk in front of me. I screamed again with the next four blows and cried openly with the next four.
I did not ask him to stop, even when the next four jarring blows of the heavy wooden paddle were applied to my aching ass. Tears were soaking the blotter as I was given yet another four swats -- each one like small cracks of thunder in the small office. When I'd been given thirty licks with the torturous device, Coach Leyland threw the thing onto the desk beside me with a hideous clatter.
Crying, sniffling, sobbing, I let my head fall forward onto the desk as he came around and opened a side drawer to extract something I couldn't see through my tears. Sitting down in the chair, he took off his shoes, slid off his socks and laid them neatly to the side of the chair. Lifting my head, I looked at him and he brought the sole of his foot to rest against my nose, lips and chin. Inhaling him, I smelled the thick, sweat-sweet smell of a day in damp shoes and underneath me, my cock swelled against the desk. Instinctively, I took in another deep breath of foot-stink and I oozed a large puddle of pre-cum on the desk.
"Tongue."
That word brought my slick taster and I flattened it on his hot foot! Licking him, I sucked in the sweat, the stink, the funk of a day's worth of manly workout and I loved it! Inching up to the rounded rise of his foot, I slid my tongue in between each of his perfectly pink toes and sucked them into my mouth. My tears were subsiding as I sucked each of his toes from smallest to largest, my dick sliding under me in a pool of pre-cum. When I got to his big toe, my mouth was alive with his sweat and I wanted more!
"This isn't about what you want."
He'd read my mind and dropped both feet to the floor, standing again. I was robbed of whatever damp goodness coated the bottom of his other foot but was somewhat rewarded by the presence of his bulge in front of my face. Again, he hooked three fingers in the waistband but this time, he drew it out and over the bulge and I was accosted by the sweet-stench of his jockstrapped groin! I never knew "man" could smell so fucking good! My dick jerked again and I briefly forgot the stinging in my ass. Opening my mouth like a starving bird, I strained for his jock and the thickly outlined cock it contained.
"You have always been a favored piece of flesh, boy."
I strained harder for him, begging with my eyes for a taste of his cock. Standing still for a long few moments, he finally turned his hips so that my mouth was pressed against his mouth of cloth and flesh. I sucked on the jock, tasting bittersweet joy on him. Using his hips, he rubbed himself against me, thrusting against my face and forcing me to suck the thing to get any of him into my mouth. I followed the line of his cock until I was at the head and pulled with the suction of my mouth to taste the bitterness of piss and the sublime sweetness of pre-cum!
"Take it down."
With my hands, I pulled the mesh-like material away and Coach Leyland's familiar cock swung out and away from his body. I tucked the material under his balls and the whole thing swayed like a pendulum. Clear liquid pearled on the head and I let it fall onto my outstretched tongue. It was like the cream-cheese topping of an early-morning cinnamon bun! He oozed cum onto my tongue and I savored it all before swallowing. I dared take in the head and suck and I was rewarded with more of his delicious offering! I wanted more and I milked him by pressing the head against the roof of my mouth and sucking. His cum was intoxicating but I was brutally removed from the head by a hand that tangled in my hair that pulled hard. I yelped in surprise but let his cock slide out of my mouth.
"Whores don't get rewards, boy."
Coach Leyland released my hair and I heard him walk around behind me. Thick fingers and calloused palms ran along the insides of my thighs and up onto my ass where he dug into my flesh so hard that I yelped again. He didn't knead the flesh, he was mauling it. Each thick handful was released in slow pulls, and on top of the pounding my ass had gotten with the paddle, he was bruising me. Strangely, my cock responded with a strong surge and a semi-stream of cum with each pull of his hands on my cheeks.
"There are no princes here, whore." A strong pull on my right fleshy globe was followed by, "There are no lords to save you here, whore. Here, you belong to me utterly. Now...what are you?"
"Your...whore," I said, trying not to cry out as he swatted my tender flesh with his palm after my answer. "SIR! Your whore, SIR! I'm your whore, SIR!" I corrected, yelping out the words as he swatted me again and again.
"No princes, no fathers," Coach Leyland said, his voice measured and thick. "Just filthy boy-whores and horny coaches wanting cock-holes."
"Yes, sir...boy-whores and horny coaches!" I moaned, the sensation in my ass tingling into one of desire and humiliation, both warring inside of me.
"What do you want, whore?" He asked me, his hand turning and sliding into my crack.
"What you want to give me, Sir." I answered, honestly, whimpering my answer.
"What does this want?"
His hand turned in the dark crevice of my ass and I felt the tips of his fingers sliding along my hungry hole. He asked his question again and I whimpered my answer of "Cock, Sir". Tears came again as his free hand connected to my cheek, shaking my bruised flesh. His fingers slid farther -- three at one time, inching into me.
"Whose whore are you?"
Warm liquid fell onto my asshole and I knew it to be spit. It oozed around his sliding fingers and I relaxed a bit as I felt it. I had forgotten the question as I felt his fingers open me, loosen me, invade me. I was reminded of the question when his hand connected to my flesh again and the sound echoed in the small office.
"Yours, Sir!" I moaned, surprised as a fourth finger joined the others. "No..." I whispered, thinking that I knew what he was meaning to do as another large portion of spit was added and his fingers began to stir my asshole. "Please, no, not...your...hand."
"Whores do not get requests." Coach said, his voice tinged with Abaddon.
I bit my lip as his four fingers squirmed at my ass. My head fell onto the desk and my hand gripped the corner of the thing. My toes curled and my leg ached a bit as I reached out to hold onto the side. Lifting my other leg, I placed it on the desk, eager to spread myself as widely as I could. A tight grip clamped down onto my flesh and I winced in pain. Four fingers spun in my chute and I waited for the fifth! More lubrication came, more and more...until I heard the squishing sound it made. I cried again, tears streaking my face as the pain came with the four fingers sliding deeper into me. Forcing myself to relax, I waited for any trace of pleasure -- that never came!
"Tell me you want this, whore!"
Emphasis was placed on each word by the clamped hand on my ass cheek. I whimpered, sobbed and cried what he told me to say. When I felt the touch of his thumb against my weak and quivering asshole, I sobbed louder but did not beg him to stop. It pressed against...and past...my tight muscled ring and soon, the length of it joined the other four inside my anal cavity! This time, I HOWLED in agony -- the pain tearing through me like the lightning had done the skies above the lake as I defaced the archangel! A white-hot tear of pain shot through my body as I felt the entirety of Coach Leyland's hand inside me!
"What are you?"
"A...whore...Sir." I managed around the pain.
"I didn't hear you."
"A...whore, Sir."
This time, something shifted. The sting and throbbing of pain lessened a bit. My dick was still bone-hard under me and as I moved slightly, it sang with pleasure, spilling more of its silver seed. Behind me in slight clockwork tickings, Coach turned his wrist and I felt small sparks of pain shoot through me but nothing like before. Warm liquid slid along my back and into my fisted ass and the pain lessened again. Hot breath against my muscle relaxed me and soon, I could feel the thickness of his wrist and I knew he'd pushed a bit of his hand into me.
I fought the urge to beg him to stop.
"My...whore."
"Yes," I surrendered -- just as the archangel had surrendered to me on the lake. "Yes...I am your whore!" Were my words of repetitious surrender.
To my utter surprise, I felt his hand withdraw as slowly as it had been inserted. Of course, it exited with much greater ease than it had entered but when it was free of my stretched cavity, he leaned over me and took a box of wet napkins from his drawer and cleaned his hand. I felt his thick cock sliding along my crevice as he pressed down on me.
"It's all about the surrender." He said in dark tones, rubbing his face along mine. "You should know that by now."
I felt his tongue on my lips, then his lips on mine in a kiss that took my breath away. Along the channel of my ass, his cock slid like a seeking serpent. From the same drawer he'd retrieved the napkins, he pulled something else and while his tongue slid in and out of my willing mouth, I felt something cool on his fingertips and it was being smeared onto my exposed and newly-stretched hole. Coach Leyland kissed me with a kind of fierceness that brought me back to my first meeting with him but his fingers were gentle now as they slipped up inside of me with the cool liquid smearing over me as they moved.
"Do you know why this is possible?"
The question took me off-guard as the kiss was broken. I looked at him and felt his free hand slide along my torso to take hold of my right nipple. Shaking my head from side to side, I answered his question but I didn't know what question that was.
"Do you understand," He said softly, his drilling fingers slipping from my now greased hole. "Why it is that I can do this thing to you?" The man-demon went on as he replaced his fingers with the thick head of his amazing cock and slid it into me with ease. "Pleasure through pain...is your birthright, remember?" He told me as he rocked his hips forward and slid an inch into me."
When his body pressed into me, I looked over my shoulder at the man who now prepared to fuck me. His flesh was still that of a human but just under the surface were the dark concentric circles and they were moving as they had the first time he'd fucked me in the presence of my father. His skin was slightly more pink as if he'd gotten a slight sunburn but I knew from the way his eyes glassed over in amber light that it was the demonic aspect of himself showing through his human guise. I answered his question as another delicious inch of his flesh-staff slid into my aching hole.
"Pain is my birthright, but what do you mean by your...ugh...oh...qu...question?" I went on, pausing as he slid deeper. Looking down, I saw his cock moving like a python around a branch, slowly and methodically filling my cavity!
"You don't understand why I can do this to you?"
He moved his hands to my ass and began slowly, gently massaging my asscheeks as he buried himself completely into me. His hair lengthened as we spoke and darkened into that of the familiar Abaddon. The flesh tone faded to a deep wine color and the concentric markings became dark and pronounced, moving against one another. "Remember how you squirmed on my finger the first time I slid it into you?" He asked, rotating his hips as his transformation into the Destroyer was complete. Sharp eyes and teeth, sharply beautiful face and a sharp pain as his cock filled me, were all I saw. The pain was like a tangible thing in my mine.
"YES," I hissed out, my head lolling forward as he filled me. "Yes, I remember..."
"Do you remember how your father said you would beg to be used by us all?" Abaddon said, his hips moving back so that the head remained inside of me. I nodded and managed a single word before he slammed himself forward, jolting my body on the desk. I cried out at being filled so full so quickly! "Do you know why that is?" He asked, dragging himself out to the head again.
"No..." I said, my voice almost a sob.
"Because you wish it to be such."
Again, he slammed the length of his impressive cock inside of me and withdrew to the head to repeat his action. Seven such thrusts into and out of me were made in rapid succession and I was wracked with each one of them, my hands gripping the desk, my legs bent and straining to open myself up more to take the next seven strokes of his magnificent cock! I grunted and groaned as he filled and emptied me and shook the desk in the meantime. He meant me to feel every vein as it slid into me and to feel every pulse of his serpentine cock as it slid out of me. I noticed his hands rubbing my back and shoulders to ease the tension of my straining body as another volley of seven thrusts into and out of me were delivered in the same rapid-fire succession.
"Remember what I said to your father as you suckled my cock the VERY first time we met in my demon guise?" Abaddon's voice slid over me as his cock slid into me. "I said that you sucked cock like a fresh whore born of blackest pitch to solely service me!" I moaned my agreement again like I did then! "Your ass begs for my seed to fill it, doesn't it, boy?" Again, I moaned and thrust back against him. "Why do you think it is that I'm allowed to say such things to a prince of your station and not be punished?"
The swirling of his cock inside my twitching, hungry asshole was almost all I could think of. Seven volleys of fucking were delivered to it and I was jarred against the desk again. I felt the insides of my thighs bruising as he delivered seven more and seven more and seven more, his hands holding onto my shoulders. His words, questions, swam in my head as he fucked me, this time, each stroke into me was harder and fiercer than the last. His prick swelled inside of me, filling my channel completely! It felt a bit like his hand had earlier as it shoved itself into me and pushed me forward on the desk. Each of his thrusts came in groups of seven and I groaned in sounds of seven!
"Do you know why you're allowed to be used like a common whore?" Abaddon asked me, his hands working the muscles of my back as he fucked me savagely, jarring my body against his desk. "Deliciously decadent and devoid of morals...begging to be used by us all!"
Through my haze of fuck-pain and the slight tinge of pleasure around the edge of everything happening to me, I heard the words of my father coming from Abaddon's mouth. I gripped the desk as his hips ceased their groups of seven and began one long barrage of back and forth intrusions into my body! He fucked me continually as he spoke and massaged my shoulders. He fucked me deeply, throwing his body into mine with complete wanton lust and I stretched myself in every way to be able to take him into me. It was painful but I wanted it!
"Answer me!" Abaddon shouted and both of his hands slapped the firm globes of my ass! I yelped at this and he repeated the gesture! "Why is it that you're used like a common whore?!"
"I don't know!" I said through the haze of my ass-battering. "Have mercy on me! I don't know why..." I told him truthfully, his serpent-prick oozing inside of me as it opened me. "MERCY!"
"Whores deserve no mercy!" Abaddon replied, his hands slapping my ass again, this time with sharp pain tearing through the fucking and the words. "Whores deserve only to be treated as whores!"
He continued to fuck me on his desk -- my left hand holding to the left corner, my right hand holding to the side, my legs up on the desk, left under me, right to the side and my ass open and taking the beating of his shaft that he'd promised me not a night before this!
"When you return to school in your Earthly guise, I will take you in my office, stretch your young form over my desk, a leg and wrist at each corner as I plow your hole deeply and mercilessly. You will beg for mercy. You will cry out my name until I fill your mouth with slick, warm...cum."
"Who am I?" Abaddon said as I felt his prick slip out of me.
"I don't...kn..." I began when I felt thick fingers in my hair, raising my head.
Materializing in front of me, the wine-colored demon held his glistening cock, his hand sliding along its length in an effort to no doubt coax his load from the helmeted head. I watched the piss-slit open and close with the movement of the hand under it. It was as if I were waiting for some dark snake to spit its delicious venom!
"WHO am I?!" Abaddon shouted, this time, jerking my head up so that I could look into his gleaming amber eyes.
"A...Ab...a...ddo...n." I moaned.
"I am Abaddon, demon general to the Mighty One!" He said and it seemed as if his words had a chorus of power behind them. "I am Abaddon, Whoremaster to the weak and whorish!" Thick fingers working his cock and coaxing a sliver of pre-cum from the head mesmerized me. "I am Abaddon..."
Cum flooded from his prick, then. Shoving his hips forward, he slid his firehose into my mouth and began emptying it into me in long, jerking motions! I swallowed the warm, slick offering and sucked on it for more of what he might give me. His hand was still holding my hair and his hips were still forcing his seed down my throat!
"...the Destroyer...of illusion." He finished and slid his spent serpent from my mouth.
I was reeling from his fisting me...fucking me...feeding me...I couldn't comprehend the smells of sweat, piss, whatever lube he'd used, cum, charred hair, burnt wood, fire, and designer cologne that assaulted me. Strong hands slid under my exhausted body and I was dragged off of the desk and into those arms, against a hard chest and then into an equally strong, sweat-soaked lap of the man who'd just fucked me senseless and fed me his demon seed. Abaddon pulled me with him into the chair behind his desk. His arms closed protectively around me as I rested my head on his sweaty chest.
"You are treated this way because you allow it." He said to me, smoothing back my hair. "You are called whore because of a sexual appetite you seek to satiate and look to any swelling shaft to do so but you have a choice, young prince."
His words seeped into my sex-soaked mind. Reaching up, I laid a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat and was surprised that it was methodical and steady, not racing as mine was.
"Your unique gift is inspiring sexual feelings in others and fueling them." He told me. "That's why it was so necessary that you be the one to bring the Archangel over to us. This beautiful, unassuming body stirs feelings of desire in many who see it because of the need you have inside of you to have it used in such glorious ways." Abaddon said, his hands sliding over my well-used ass. "Even your Father felt your desire and gave in to it...unlike any of his other sons."
"He told me he'd never been with any of them like he had with me." I managed to say as my hand slid along his chest and the concentric circles that swirled around one another.
"They do not possess your particular gift for inspiring sexual thoughts...feelings...impulses." Abaddon said softly, his fingers slipping between my freshly-fucked flesh cheeks to find my damp pucker and begin sliding along it, teasing me to open it for his probing fingers...which I did.
"Again?" I asked, fatigue in my voice. "You want to fuck me...again?"
The demon's other hand slid over my cock and I was surprised to find it still hard. On his lap, he used the weight and position of his own body to turn mine in a way in which I could be handled both anally and by my cock. I shifted a bit so that both were a bit more pleasurable. I realized as he began to slide his cunning fingers in and out of me slowly and to stroke my staff a bit more firmly, what he was doing. I oozed pre-cum onto his fist and he used it to lube me. His strokes increased as his fingers continued lazily to move in and out of my sopping fuck-hole.
"The new man, Jack Hillman," Abaddon whispered to me as he finger-fucked and jerked me. "He will be important to your father very soon. It would be best if he were brought over to our side sooner than later. You can do that, young one...but it might take a bit of effort on your part."
Tighter grip on my cock caused it to throb and ooze pre-cum a bit more. Gentle probing of my ass caused me to begin squirming a bit, urging them deeper.
"Use your talents to bring him over...as you did the Archangel." Abaddon said softly as he manipulated my prick. "But do it gently. He's not a man to be rushed."
I moaned a bit, whimpered a bit more as my orgasm was approaching. The demon's fist tightened on me and continued fingering me.
"You know how to do this. Just let yourself do what it is in your nature to do."
Groaning, I couldn't hold my orgasm any longer. The first volley shot high into the air and landed squarely on Abaddon's wine-red chest! It immediately began running along the crease of his muscled chest to be rushed along by another shot of cream and finally another -- causing his chest to resemble a small cum-waterfall! He chuckled and slid a hand through the mess, offering it to me and allowing me to clean as much of it from his fingers as I wanted before returning to the goo and sampling it, himself.
"Remember what I've told you." He said, slipping his fingers from my ass. "You are treated as you are because you allow it...not because it is your place."
Abaddon eased me out of the chair and onto my feet. As I watched, his human form took precedence over his demon side and he was Coach Leyland again as he stood. He brushed his blond hair back from his face and told me he was going to the showers. I could join him if I liked. As I followed him into the small shower stall just off from his office and he turned on the water, a question occurred to me and I gave it voice as he stepped into the spray.
"Is it true that pain is my birthright?" I asked, joining him in the spray.
"Yes," He said simply. "But what I hoped to teach you here is that you decide on what side of the pain you want to be on. You decide who inflicts the pain and when they take it away. You are who you are because that is who you were born to be but you decide on the course your life will take and how you reach your ultimate destination."
"What is my ultimate destination?" I asked, letting Coach Leyland soap my back and hips.
"Only you can decide that." He said, gentle hands washing me. "Those sorts of decisions are yours to make. We can only guide you...that's what we do. Guide, advice and..."
"Occasionally fuck your Master's son senseless?" I teased him.
"Only if the Master's son allows us to fuck him senseless." Was the soft reply as gentle fingers slid toward my asshole again, slicked with soap and moving with purpose.
Within the span of the next two hours, I allowed Coach Leylan/Abaddon to fuck me senseless while propped against the shower stall wall, the cage that held the sports equipment, his desk again and against the door leading to his office. When I finally satiated my hormonal need enough to be able to make it outside to my bike, I was walking strangely and feeling as if I had six gallons of his demonic seed happily swimming up inside of me. On the way home, I noticed that the sky had darkened a bit and knew that dusk was going to give way to full-fledged night before I made it there.
When I walked into my house, I was greeted with the smells of my favorite dinner and the overpowering smell of my father. I wondered if it was just me or if my sense of smell was getting stronger, somehow. I dropped my bag by the door and headed into the kitchen to see my father standing in a pair of khaki shorts, no shirt or shoes, with his hair tied behind his head and hanging along his back. He was stirring something on the stove. He smiled at me when I came into the kitchen.
"I see the coach kept you after school."
"Just like he promised." I beamed, going to the cabinet to find the dishes for the table.
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