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The Speed Demon By Draconicon For Zsisron

Where the empty roads spanned the desert, in the vast emptiness of sands, a rift was opened. Heat greater than any desert sun poured out, dryness worse than any water-starved throat on the wind. Fire crackled and burned inside, and the screams and groans of the souls on the other side overwhelmed the silence of the plains.

Another roar echoed through the tear in reality. It wasn't the roar of fire or of pain, nor even of the lustful screams of the creatures on the other side. The sound was pure machine, an engine revving with a blast of fuel, and through the rift a shimmering blur shot out. Dust clouds went flying as it zoomed down the road, the rift closing behind it. In seconds, no evidence of the reality tear remained, and the road was empty again save for the one that slipped out.

A few miles down the road the blur slowed, the metallic gleam solidifying into a motorcycle of chrome and jet black panels streaked with flame. The engine ran hot and fast, the exhaust spitting a mix of fire and smoke down the road, making the dust clouds turn black before they fell to the ground again. A bare scaly foot pressed down on the pedals and a tight fist revved the engine, keeping it loud, keeping it hot.

Leather fringes flickered in the wind and a pair of horns on the rider's head split the wind just like the motorcycle's handlebars. Legs in a tight pair of pants hugged the sides of the motorcycle as it streaked down the highway, the open road almost begging him to go as fast as he could.

It didn't take long for the bike to lose its unnatural speed, falling to a mortal but high speed of a hundred forty miles per hour. The wind continued to whip the rider's clothes around, and were it not for his own abilities he would have been blinded by the dust flying in his face. As it was, he simply chuckled as he pushed the bike as fast as it would go, roaring down the road like a chrome lightning bolt.

He was Ethan the Speed Demon, and he was looking for fun.

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The Great Southwest was warm, which was good. It was also empty, which was less good. After driving down the highway for nearly an hour, Ethan hadn't seen so much as a single driver, let alone someone that looked interesting. The demon pulled off of the road, leaning his bike up against a cactus before proceeding to lean against it as well.

"Work all month for an afternoon pass, and wouldn't you know it? Empty road."

Usually he didn't have so many problems finding a few mortals to play with. Admittedly the desert was a little less crowded than some of the trawling grounds - part of the price for the privacy that one got out here - but he could usually find a family on vacation, or some father and son pair that was trying to reconnect, or even just a pair of buddies that had gone on a road trip in hopes of getting some tail before heading back to college.

He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes at the memory of the last group he'd found. Four guys traveling around in a cramped little bug of a car, so far from home that it wasn't even funny, yet they were still good enough to let a stranger into their car. Of course, it wasn't their car for long after he started talking with them, and barely a few miles down the road he'd dropped them off in a trailer park before taking the cum soaked car for himself. It gave him a few more miles and another bit of fun with a wannabe shaman before the big guys caught up with him and dragged him back down below.

"I wonder if they ever got that car back..."

Shaking his head, he turned to look back up the road. Unfortunately for him, the big guys back home would be looking for him again in a few hours. Unlimited time in the upper world was something only the big guys were allowed, and much as he loved tooting his own horn, he wasn't one of them. His reputation as the Speed Demon of the desert was the only thing he had going for him, and even among mortals that was pretty easily discarded. At best, he had a few hours left, and he needed to make them count.

He turned the other way. From what he remembered, the mortals had a town a few hours drive in that direction. They might not actually come all the way out here, and he definitely didn't have the time to actually get all the way to the town itself, but if he was lucky...

Ethan climbed onto his motorcycle again, the leather seat warm under his toes as he grabbed hold of the cactus arms. The needles were nothing on demon skin, and with a sharp tug he pulled himself off of the bike. A few quick moves later, and he was atop the giant cactus. Good as a watchtower on one of the lava flats, he was able to see for miles over the flat terrain. Hell-eyes didn't hurt, either.

Sand, sand, rocks, a few lizards - a remarkable number of lizards - more sand, rocks; Ethan would have shaken his head if doing so wouldn't have made him start all over again. He liked the privacy of the desert, how isolated it was, but this was getting ridiculous.

Finally, past a pair of snakes wriggling through the sand together, he spotted something. A flicker of lights that were quickly turned off and some sunlight glinting off of a white and blue car was all he needed. With a devious smile crossing his face, he leaped off of the cactus and landed perfectly on his ride. A kick to the side pushed it upright again, and a twist of his hand had the machine roaring to life once more.

"Cops...always the tastiest meal..."

The dust cloud behind him might as well have been a tsunami of sand from how high it rose. Ethan laughed as he leaned forward over his bike, feeling the thrumming of the engine against his chest. The smell of the hot, empty land filled his wide nostrils, and he sucked it down, devouring the smell as he sped down the road as fast as he could push his ride to carry him.

It didn't take long to find the cop car. They were camped out on the side of the road, the tip of their vehicle poking around a rock. Likely they were hiding there so that they could catch speeders unaware, but they weren't hiding very well. Ethan laughed again. They were lucky that he was the one to see them, because he wanted them to see him. He wanted to be chased.

The plume of sand following him nearly buried the cop car, and for a moment he was a little worried that he'd gone too far, that they wouldn't be able to chase him. As the lights lit up under the sand cover and they revved their engines, though, he just grinned. The chase was on.

Of course his bike could have outrun the policemen easily. Even a normal bike could have pulled that off, considering the cruiser wasn't the sort that was built for that sort of high speed chase. Ethan kept the speed down, keeping the engine to a dull roar rather than a thundering pulse. He watched in the mirrors as they slowly started to catch up to him, their lights spinning and throwing their colors all over the pavement. They were bright enough that he could even see them through the dust cloud he trailed behind him.

Eventually they started to catch up with him, the front of the car pushing through the plume of dust and smoke that his motorcycle kicked up. Ethan's smile got bigger, as did the bulge in the crotch of his pants. It throbbed in time with the bike beneath him, erect and hard from the vibrations and his anticipation of what was to come. He kept looking back and forth between the road and the mirrors on his bike, wondering just what kind of police officers were chasing him. He'd had the fatties and the skinnies, the muscle boys and the techies; who would it be today?

The front window pushed through, and he finally got his first look. A pair of tusks and a snout on one face, a flat, almost human face forming the other. A gorilla and a boar, he thought to himself. A new taste.

He threw himself to the side, sending the motorcycle into a screeching turn. In the space of little more than a second he had turned 180 degrees, facing down the road instead of up it. The astonished faces of the police officers were little more than a blur in front of him as he grinned, gunning the engine.

Yet, they managed to surprise him. The police cruiser turned at the same time, its greater bulk shoved right in front of Ethan's motorcycle. The crash was hard enough to send him flying, shooting over the bigger vehicle, past the edge of the road and into the sand. He landed hard, rolling a few dozen feet away from where he landed and going still with a soft grunt.

"Heh. Car jockies. Picked a pair of car jockies."

The demon groaned as he heard the doors of the car open and close, knowing that the police would be grabbing him pretty soon. They'd caught him fair and square, so he didn't bother getting up or trying to run. He waited instead, and sure enough he felt one big hand grab hold of his arms. They were pulled behind his back, his wrists held together as the policeman - the gorilla, he guessed by the smoothness of the hands - cuffed his hands together.

"You trying to kill yourself?"

"Just looking for a good time, big guy."

"Your 'good time' almost got you in the hospital. What do you think about going to a jail cell for the night, huh?"

"Heh, if there's guys like you there, might not be so bad."

"Great, one of these guys." The officer grumbled, pulling Ethan off of the ground. "Hey, Cam! I got him."

"Great, great. Why don't you throw him in the back seat and see if you can help me here? His bike's something else."

Ethan chuckled under his breath as he was pulled along by his cuffed wrists. It wouldn't take long now. The gorilla had already touched him, and as soon as he got close enough to the boar - Cam, he supposed - everything would be going his way. His cock stiffened again in his pants, throbbing against his groin and making quite a bulge as he kept thinking about what was going to happen.

As they approached the police cruiser, he realized that Cam hadn't been kidding about needing a bit of help. The motorcycle had rammed itself partway through the car, wedging itself into the metal, and it wasn't getting back out without some pretty strong guys working on it. Or the magic of a demon, but he wasn't going to be telling them that. That'd just bring up too many questions.

He did grunt slightly in protest as the gorilla shoved him against the car, though.

"Hey, you turned into my bike, that's not my fault."

"Shut up."

The two officers walked around the impact point a few times, looking at the bike and obviously trying to figure out how they were going to get it out.

"I don't know how we're going to explain this one."

"Hey, chill out, Zeke. I turned into it, not you."

"Doesn't matter, the boss is still going to have our hides."

They slowly dropped down to mutters as they walked to the sides of the bike. Ethan watched them with a little smirk on his face, his eyes drifting down from their faces to their crotches. Already his presence was starting to have an effect on them; the crotches of their jeans were already getting thicker, their cocks responding without them noticing quite yet. It wouldn't take them long to realize that they were getting horny, but with any luck they'd excuse it for something else rather than blaming it on him.

He watched as they tugged the bike back and forth, levering it one way and then another. All they managed to do was widen the dent in their car and make it look even worse for their efforts. It took a fair bit of willpower for Ethan to keep his chuckles to himself, particularly as their bulges were getting more and more defined by the second.

Finally, Zeke the gorilla lost his grip and fell to the ground. He landed hard, only just catching himself and keeping from slamming his head against the highway.

"Fucking hell, what did you do with this thing?"

"I didn't do a thing; all I did was drive like the wind."

"Fuck that shit, you did something, you freak."

"Oh, real nice. Should I start calling you 'pig' then?" Ethan turned to the boar. "Or is that your name? Maybe, 'Oinky'?"

He grinned as Cam walked around the car and grabbed him, shoving him against the hood and looming over him. This close, he could easily smell the sweat coming off of the pig, not to mention feel the bulge against his leg. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with this pair. Just the thought was delicious enough to leave him licking his lips.

The boar's tusks almost grazed his cheeks as Cam leaned over him, his eyes narrowed. A thick hairy arm pinned him down against the car, keeping him from doing anything - not that he planned on doing anything - as the officer grunted in his face.

"You wanna try saying that again?"

"Hey, you're the pig in a pig suit. Can't blame me for getting ideas."

"I think you'll find I can."

"Heh, then can I blame you for the nightstick in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Wha-"

Looking down, the boar finally saw the evidence of his own excitement, and pulled back so fast that Ethan almost lost his balance. He'd seen demons speed training down in hell move slower than that boar had, so that was impressive. Watching the boar working to adjust himself so it wasn't so visible kind of ruined the impressed effect, though.

"Why don't you just throw him in the back? Keep him from making any more trouble while we fix this thing."

"Y-yeah, good idea."

Ethan smirked as the boar grabbed hold of him again, rough hands on the demon's skin. The effect was always stronger the closer that his victims got to him, and by grabbing him, he could feel that the police officer was getting a better taste of the demon's aura. He could feel the boar's pulse through his fingers getting faster, racing hotter. Unable to resist the temptation, he pushed back with his hips, grinding his ass against the pig's crotch.

"Heh, you're pretty damn big for a pig."

It was getting better than he thought. The officer actually ground against him twice before pulling back.

"You...watch what you're doing, speeder, or I'll -"

"What, toss me to the ground and show me my place?" He laughed. "Not like you can do something like that. You're a cop, cops are too 'good' to have that sort of fun."

"Don't tempt me, man, don't tempt me."

Oh, but that's what I do, he thought to himself with a small chuckle. Despite that, however, he let himself be led to the back door of the police cruiser. He was winning anyway, considering that the boar was pressed up against him the whole way, that big bulge grinding against his ass despite the officer's obvious discomfort with the idea of 'abusing' a prisoner.

Ethan didn't fight the boar as he was pushed into the backseat, nor did he complain when he wasn't offered a seatbelt. All he did was lick his lips at Cam as the boar shut the door and chuckling as he spotted a little twitch in the boar's bulge in response. The officer walked back around to his partner, sweating a bit and looking back at the demon every now and again, a mix of worry and arousal plain on his face.

"Hehehe...not much longer now..."

He let himself enjoy the show as the two officers worked under the hot sun, their faces and their uniforms getting soaked with sweat as they tried in vain to dislodge his motorcycle from the side of their cruiser. As a piece of Hell itself, it wasn't going to be going anywhere without the touch of a demon, and he had no reason to help them out at the moment. The longer that they were out here, the longer that they were close to him, the more they'd change. Already Cam's inhibitions were falling, and it wouldn't be long until -

Ah, there it was. They were whispering to each other, he saw, Cam pointing into the car with one hand and adjusting himself with the other. The gorilla leaned upwards, his own bulge getting bigger as he stretched out - with maybe a little wet spot, though Ethan couldn't be sure - and looked into the car. He actually looked a bit tempted already, but he shook his head.

"Oh, I just bet they want to 'teach me a lesson', make me 'learn some respect'." The demon chuckled. "Come on, come on, it wouldn't be hard...no one would know, and all you have to do is open the door and grab me again."

It was so obvious that Cam wanted it, too. The boar was so hard that his pants looked like they were about ready to rip, and unlike Zeke it was clear that he was leaking a bit of pre as well as sweat in his pants. At the tip of his bulge was a very obvious wet spot, and it was only getting bigger as they kept working. Every time that he looked in the window, the boar's cock jumped in his pants, and there was an ever-weakening show of restraint to go to the car door and pull him out.

Almost half an hour passed by with them working to get the bike out, during which the two officers were soon soaked to the skin in their own sweat under the desert sun. Ethan wasn't much better in the car; if he hadn't been a demon, he doubted that he'd be feeling so well, but as he was accustomed to heat it was rather comfortable. His own musk had filled the car, both the scent of his sweaty body and his own need more than enough to saturate the car. Each breath brought a little twitch to his own cock in his pants, getting him horny enough to lean against the passenger side of the car, trying to keep his aura close to the officers and keep working on them.

Finally, it seemed like they couldn't take anymore. Zeke stood up from the bike and ripped the back passenger door open, grabbing hold of the demon and yanking him out of the car. He hit the ground a little harder than he expected, a bit of sand sticking to his soles as the gorilla pulled him upright and slammed him against the car again.

"You got something to say, McSpeedy?"

"Only if you got a better nickname than that."

"Don't get smart with me. I'm an officer of the law, and you'll do what I say."

"Mmmm, will I?"

"Yeah, if you don't want to have something bad happen to you, you'll do whatever I say."

"Heh, does that include turning around and bending over for you, big boy?"

"I...what...Why would you..."

"Bet that 'nightstick' in your pants would feel pretty good in my mouth."

The gorilla groaned, pressing a hand to his face as he shook his head. The boar walked up behind, licking his lips almost exactly like Ethan had been doing.

"Hey. You know, Zeke, we could -"

"Come on, we're officers...and straight."

"Yeah, but, come on, you never tried out something with a prisoner?"

"No. Have you?"

"Well, no, but he does make it really tempting. I mean, look at that ass."

Ethan chuckled as he obliged the two of them, turning around just enough for them to see the curve of his tight little rump. It wasn't a big thing to shake on stage, but it was well muscled and tight, with just enough of a curve to entice people that weren't so into men.

The groan that he got was just what he wanted, and they loosened their grip enough for him to slide along the car. His hands were still held together by the handcuffs so he couldn't flaunt himself as much as he wanted, but the swish in his hips definitely got their attention. He was pretty sure that Cam got a good look at his bulge, too, not that either of them could avoid it with how tight his pants were.

"Heh, look at you two. Big strong guys with a little prisoner, and not enough balls between you to actually take advantage of it."

"You...what..."

"Hey we got, got the balls..."

"Mmm, you got the sticks, definitely." He nodded at their bulges. "But balls? Heh, if you had those, I'd be outta these pants and on your dicks already. Can't tell me that you aren't already thinking about it, huh, 'Oinky'? Or what about you, banana-breath?"

They both scowled at the names, clumsily reaching out for him. Ethan had no trouble dodging back, but only so he could turn around and press his ass up against their questing hands. He felt those fingers tighten on his cheeks through the leather, and the small gasps from the officers made him grin.

"Oh, I know you feel that, officers. That tight little butt of mine tempting you two? Oh, but it couldn't be. Not to a pair of 'good guys'. Not to a pair of straight men that wouldn't do anything untoward with their prisoners."

He pulled back before they could tighten their grip, turning to face them again. Both gorilla and boar were panting at this point, their faces red and their mouths slightly open. They looked hungry, almost starved for sex, and if the glint in their eyes didn't make it clear enough, they both were nearly at the breaking point for giving in to their desires. Just a little more exposure, a little more teasing, and he'd have all that he wanted.

Throwing himself at them, the demon sandwiched himself between the two officers. Being careful not to prick Zeke with his horn tips, he turned to Cam, nuzzling up under his chin and giving his neck a little lick.

"Heh, but if you were bad guys, just imagine the fun you might have. We're all alone out here. Only the desert would know what terrible, nasty things you'd do to a helpless little prisoner."

Oh, they were so hard now, their cocks throbbing against him. A hot gorilla cock pressing against his ass, so hard and thick that it was almost sandwiched between his ass cheeks already, and a thick boar shaft grinding against his belly, leaving pre stains on his shirt. They needed him so bad.

"Mmm, can't you imagine it, Oinky? Thinking about that big stick of yours in my mouth, grinding against my tongue and sliding down my throat? I bet you'd just love to get me to shut up, teach me a lesson by gagging me with that thick thing in your pants.

"Heh, and you, banana-breath? Bet you need to conduct a nice, thorough search on such a mouthy prisoner. Who knows what sort of things I could be hiding? Good thing you have a thick, throbbing poker to search all the deepest places, hmmm?"

His bound hands rubbed against the bulge behind him, feeling that shaft throbbing under his fingers, inside the denim pants. Each time he stroked it, he felt it twitch in response, felt the gorilla press against him in desperation for a little more. It was like playing an extremely wet, extremely naughty instrument, and he was a virtuoso with it.

Even better was the thick boar cock in front of him. Ethan couldn't remember the last time that he had a chance to play with a real piggy like this, and that bulge promised to be damn fine. His clothes were rapidly soaked with the musk from the boar's cock, too, and it was getting him randy as hell. Oh, they were more than ready for some fun. They just needed a little poke, a little prod to actually take the lead and start it all.

Just as they were getting close to cumming from grinding on him, Ethan ducked out from between them again. The officers fell against each other, almost knocking foreheads before they caught their balance. The handcuffed demon chuckled, leaning against the car with a smirk on his face. They turned to him, some of their confusion gone, replaced by focus and a bit of anger. Mostly, however, they just looked horny. Very, very horny.

"Oh, what's wrong boys? Can't take a little joke?"

"You wanna talk about jokes?" Cam grabbed him by the horn, tugging him around towards the front of the cruiser. "Hey Zeke, ever hear about the prisoner that wouldn't shut up?"

"Yeah, I think so. The one that had a stick shoved up his ass and was used for a hood ornament, right?"

"Heh, yeah. Whaddya say to turning this little guy into a prick ornament for us?"

"I'd say that sounds fine."

Ethan grunted softly as the boar jerked his head back by his horn, only to gasp as that thick hand made its way to the back of his neck. It squeezed, not enough to choke but enough to keep his head in place. The boar looked at him with a big grin on his face, a little drool starting to run down the side of his cheek, and Cam's free hand went down to his crotch.

Zzzzzip.

Down went the boar's zipper, and out popped the cock that had been making that huge bulge. Once more the demon licked his lips, the sight of the thick uncut cock pointing at him making his cock stand up straighter in his pants. The slight opening at the end of Cam's foreskin was slick and wet, pre drooling down in a single long, stretched droplet from the tip. The sheer scent of the boar's arousal made him moan, and he almost didn't notice the other pair of hands ripping his shirt off, leaving his chest exposed.

Looking back at Zeke as his ripped shirt was thrown to the ground, the demon got a good look at the other cop taking off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest and muscled gut. Despite the situation, or perhaps because of it, he rather loved the look. Even the starving, needy look in the gorilla's eyes was enough to make him grin.

Of course, having his hands restrained kept him from getting his leather coat off, and as it was pulled down to his cuffs, it only added to the restraints. It was kinda kinky, though, and the demon smirked as he was restrained even more. The look didn't go unnoticed by Cam, though.

"Heh, look at you now, McSpeedy? Got anything else to say, smart-ass?"

"And here I thought you were both straight officers of the law. Did my tight little ass tempt you away from the straight and narrow, hmm?"

"Cam and I ain't tempted by anything, boy." A thick gorilla hand slapped his ass, almost knocking the demon into the boar. "We just had a long day and need a bit of fun. Might not have a pussy, but you certainly got another hole worth working over."

"Heh, and don't forget that you offered your mouth to my partner here. Soliciting a police officer to get out of your punishment? Don't think they allow that thing, but doesn't mean that we can't take advantage."

Even with the rough treatment so far, he couldn't stop his smile from growing a bit bigger. He stuck his tongue out, licking his lips and letting the forked tips linger on the wind for a moment. Their sweaty, aroused stench was thick enough for him to taste, and he leaned forward, grinding his bulge against the boar. It was enough to get both of them to laugh.

"Hahaha, look at you. Bet you're one of those bikers that hang out in the rest stops, sucking any dick that gets shoved through those holes in the stalls."

"Nah, I bet this boy just turns around and bends over outside, letting all those truckers work it out on his ass."

"Why don't ya take off his pants and find out, Zeke?"

Thick fingers hooked into the waist of his pants, tugging them down hard. He heard the leather rip - thankfully, it was just made for his time up here - and groaned a bit as they were yanked down to his ankles. One more way of being held still in front of the police officers, and with his pants down his bulge was more obvious than ever. His briefs were soaked at the tip, wet with his own pre and almost transparent from how much he was leaking. Both of the officers chuckled at him, and the gorilla slapped his ass again.

As much as they thought they were in control, however, Ethan knew they weren't. The demon could see it in their eyes, the hunger that his aura was building in them, the need that they felt getting stronger and stronger with every second that they were around him. It wouldn't take long before they lost what little self-control they had left and just pinned him down to use him; already Cam was panting like a boar that had smelled a sow in heat, and he could feel the gorilla's hot breath against the back of his legs.

Mortals. Always so full of themselves, and always so quick to fall.

Those surprisingly soft hands grabbed his ass cheeks through his underwear, spreading them apart. Ethan grinned, pushing back against Zeke's hands, moaning softly to himself.

"God, this biker's a slut, isn't he?"

"Haven't seen a boy this eager for cock since we picked up that punk at that concert."

"Yeah, remember how much he begged to get out of that?"

"Heh, not as much as this slut's been begging."

Oh, how they loved to re-write the history of the moment, too. They thought he was begging? Wrong way to think of it, mortals, he thought. Still, whatever got them hornier was fine with him, and from the look of the boar's cock, they were just about ready to lose it.

Suddenly Zeke pulled his underwear down, letting his cock bob around out in the open. The slick length was skinnier than both the cocks in front of him, but no less hard. It bounced and throbbed in excitement and eagerness, and the demon thrust his hips forward a few times before the gorilla grabbed him and spread his ass cheeks again. He groaned as a finger slid inside of him, easily sliding past his rim without the slightest lubrication.

"Geez, Cam, he's been fucked a lot."

"How many fingers you think'll fit?"

"Dunno, let's find out."

The effect was getting stronger and stronger. The hornier that they got, the less they could think, and they less they could speak. He smirked as he felt the gorilla's finger pull back, pressing back against the pair that shoved into his hole a moment later. Even the pair of fingers slid into his ass pretty easily, his hole flexing around them as he grinned up at the boar.

"Mmm, is that all you big boys got for me?"

"Fuck, boy, how loose is your ass?"

"Loose enough to take both of you if I have to."

The gorilla laughed at that, pulling his fingers free. He wiped them off on his pants before pulling them off, his cock soon grinding between the demon's ass cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat coming off of the ape's cock, felt the foreskin tugging up and down along that thick cock back there, and most important of all he could feel the pre leaking out of the officer's cock. The light layer of fuzz around his ass cheeks was rapidly soaked by the musky liquid, matting it down and making it flat.

Before it got any further, the boar grabbed him by the back of the neck again. This time he pulled a little harder, forcing the demon to look up at the sky while the boar walked around him. The lovely cock against his ass was pushed away, and he grumbled under his breath.

"What the fuck, Cam?"

"Ge' 'im on the 'ood. We can - oink - bo' use 'im then."

It took everything Ethan had to keep from laughing at the oink. Calling Cam 'Oinky' had been nothing more than a joke before, but it seemed that his powers were determined to make it into a reality.

Hell, for that matter the both of them were getting more bestial as they got more aroused. They carried him over with their mouths half open, a little drool running down their lolling tongues as they pushed him over the car. His pants and briefs were almost ripped off by the force Zeke used, and rather than words the two of them were speaking in grunts and oinks, growls and mutters. Probably intelligible to the two of them, but nothing that he could make out with the best will in the world.

Considering the cock shoved into his face as he was slammed down, however, he didn't really care. Ethan grinned as he leaned his head back, the car warm enough on his back to let him ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his arms being pinned behind his back by the handcuffs.

"Heh, you guys finally decided to get what you want, huh?"

A pig cock slapping his face was all the answer he needed. Opening his mouth, the demon sucked the uncut cock into his mouth, using his tongue to push the foreskin down and taste the shaft properly. The musky pre that had built up inside burst over his tongue, and he moaned, arching his back at the taste along as his cock leaked his own juices onto his belly.

Cam didn't take his time or treat him gently, either. The pig rammed himself forward again and again, his big balls slamming against the demon's nostril hole and filling it with the smell of crotch musk. Every time that he had a chance to breathe in, his nose was filled with the smell of cum, of hot crotch that hadn't been uncovered all day. It was the smell of a guy that had been holding back for much longer than was healthy and was finally getting the relief he needed, the consequences or the means be damned.

It was just what Ethan wanted. Or, at least, part of what he wanted. He could feel Zeke getting ready at his other end, but he didn't know how long it would be until the gorilla joined in. Inevitably he would, but he hoped it wouldn't take much longer.

For now, though, Cam's cock was more than good enough. The musky flesh of the boar's thick shaft was the closest to heaven that the demon's tongue could get, and he took full advantage of it. His mouth was open just wide enough to let the cock into his mouth, sucking it down his throat as far as it would go before the boar pulled back. He could hear the grunts from above in time with the thrusts and the pounding of the balls against his face, and he grinned around the shaft.

Every time that the boar paused for a moment, he stuck his tongue under the pig's foreskin. It was thick and loose enough for him to slide his tongue inside without any problems, and Ethan could feel the cock twitch in pleasure every time he gave that area a bit of pleasure. The pulse in the shaft, the way that it got thicker, harder for that fraction of a second was all that he needed to feel to know that the pig loved it, and he made sure to keep up the 'encouragement' every time that Cam got tired thrusting back and forth.

Three thick fingers in his ass got a grunt out of him, particularly as they curled down to rub that sensitive spot in him. The demon spread his legs out further as he felt them rubbing him again and again, encouraging his cock to throb and twitch above his belly. His own moans soon joined the pig's, though his were muffled against the cock in his mouth.

"Slut boy...fuck boy...fuck...fuck the...slut..."

Ethan shuddered at the effort he heard in Zeke's voice. He was having such a hard time speaking now. This was going to be one of the hardest fucks that he'd ever gotten, and from all the feels he'd gotten of the gorilla's cock, this was going to be damn memorable.

Those fingers rammed his hole hard, shoving into him with enough force to jam his body against the boar's crotch. There were a few times when his face was rammed into Cam's cock with enough force that he actually slid along when the boar tried to pull out, keeping his mouth around that thick cock rather than pulling off of it like usual. The way that the taste stayed in his mouth, combined with the hard finger fuck was enough to send Ethan over the edge.

He growled as he came, his entire body shaking as he covered his chest and his belly in his seed. The potent demon seed had enough musk to drown out both of the other two, cutting through the smell of their sweat and their cocks. Both of them suddenly froze as he came, and for a moment Ethan wondered if, somehow, his orgasm had snapped them out of their lustful states. The hard cock in his mouth and the fingers still in his ass told him that they were still interested, but the way that they froze -

He'd barely stopped shooting when they rolled him off of the car. Oozing the last of his orgasm onto the highway, Ethan looked up just in time to see Zeke taking Cam's place. The two of them grabbed him tight, keeping him from moving as they took their places on both sides of him. They were very strong; even if he were to actually act like a demon instead of a mortal, he'd have a hard time getting free of the two big men. Much as it was a change, he liked it; the feeling that there were two big guys, two guys that had been completely opposed to fucking him before, now refusing to let go of their toy was absolutely delicious.

"Cam."

"Yeh?"

"Toy...said loose..."

"Loose for cock..."

"Two cocks..."

His earlier words flashed in his mind, and at that moment he came the closest yet to losing it. His mouth turned up in such a wide smile that it hurt, and he was almost sure that he heard something ripping back there, but he didn't feel it. All he knew was that his boast was coming back to him, and rather than biting him, it was going to give him a hell of a dicking between these two sexy beasts. Already his legs were spreading wide open, eagerly inviting the two of them to use his ass however they wanted.

They barely seemed to need that much invitation. No sooner had he spread his legs than Cam had picked him up. His arms pinned to his sides by the boar's thick, hairy limbs, Ethan was forced to stare straight ahead as Zeke spread his legs again, forcing them apart and lifting him up a bit more. In seconds, he felt the leaking tips of two big cocks pressed against him from underneath, the warm pre on the top slick and wet, flowing freely against him. So much oozed out that he actually felt like he was getting a tongue back there instead of a pair of cocks, and more than ever he wanted to feel those pricks slamming inside of him, letting loose a load that was increasingly obviously long overdue.

"Mmmm, my two big pigs gonna fuck me til I'm gaping?"

They growled at him, grinding their cocks against each other. A furry, bare chest rubbed against his back, and a thick, hairier one rubbed against his chest. Between the officers, Ethan felt like a tiny little demon, little more than a toy to be bounced on their dicks until they were done with him.

At least, that's what he wanted them to do. They had trouble figuring out how to get him in position for their cocks, one of them almost sliding in before the other knocked them out of position and needed to start over. They were frustratingly inept at this, and he grumbled under his breath as he was jostled between the two of them.

Note to self. Lust doesn't guarantee competence, the demon thought to himself. Wriggling his fingers, he managed to grasp both cocks at the same time and get them pointed in the right direction. They pressed against his stretched rim, and with a hard tug from the two males, they were rammed in.

The sudden stretching, the sheer size that most mortals couldn't get out of their cocks, shocked him more than he expected. Ethan's eyes rolled back in their sockets, staring up at the sky momentarily before they closed. Despite taking the three fingers easily and getting a good finger fucking from the gorilla, he hadn't really expected them to have the thought of going into his ass at the same time. Both of them were thick - happily fuckable, but thick - and together they formed one hell of a lump between his legs, spreading his ass wider than it had been since the last time his daddy had gotten his way with him.

That said, it felt good. Damn. Fucking. Good. If it hadn't been for the arms pinning him down and holding his legs up, he would have been bouncing on those cocks like there was no tomorrow.

As it was, he didn't have to. Now that the two fuckers had gotten their cocks in him, they knew just what to do. They leaned back and forth, one sliding their cock into him while the other slid themselves back out. Their bodies never pulled apart, two hairy beasts sandwiching him between them and making it hotter and hotter as their thick torsos rubbed him hard, raising the heat level through simple friction.

His eyes remained half rolled back from the intensity of their fuck. Every time they slammed in his hole felt that much more stretched, that much more 'abused' by the lawmen. He growled and groaned against the gorilla's chest, moaning at the strong hands along his thighs keeping his legs spread wide and letting them have full access to his hole. They used him just like he wanted, slamming him up and down their cocks like he was just there for their enjoyment, just like he was a hole for their cum and nothing else.

And he loved it. He squeezed down on their cocks as much as their frantic thrusts would let him, making sure that each thrust was tight and warm for both of them, his cock oozing pre from their assault on his prostate and his hole in general.

Just like their musk excited him, his seemed to do the same for them, getting them to buck harder and slide back and forth faster. He could feel their juices dripping out of his ass from being so stretched out, falling to the road below, and the air around them stank with the smell of sex and sweaty bodies. It was heaven for the demon, or close enough not to matter.

At some point they fell back on the police cruiser, Cam supporting them on the bottom with Zeke on top. As soon as the boar landed on the car, Ethan realized that he had a little leverage. Tightening his backside as much as he still could - which wasn't much after a fucking like that - he wriggled up and down their cocks, wiggling up towards the tips before using a buck of his hips to push himself back down.

Neither of the 'officers' could last long after that, dumping their load in his ass with two loud groans. Ethan shuddered between them, his cock spasming in a mini-orgasm of its own as his hole was filled with cum. It promptly started leaking out of his hole, oozing down onto Cam's balls, but neither of the two police officers seemed to notice. They just kept cumming and cumming, filling him with seed as fast as it oozed back out of him.

He wasn't sure how long that lasted, but when Zeke pulled out of him and stood up, the sun had moved further along in the sky, visibly closer to the horizon than he remembered.

Realizing that they weren't moving anymore, Ethan pulled himself upright. Zeke had fallen over onto the pavement, his eyes rolled back and a grin on his face, chest rising and falling as the gorilla rested. Looking behind him, it looked like Cam had fallen asleep too, both of them deep in sleep after the hard fuck.

"Police officers...definitely a fine taste, but not nearly as much stamina as some of those bikers."

Still, at least he'd gotten one good fuck out of the two of them. He pulled off of the boar's cock, feeling it slide out of his hole with a quiet slurp. Even something that big didn't have the size to pull on him much after being opened this wide, though he did like the feeling of the cum sloshing out of him and running down his legs as he stood up.

No sooner had he leaped off of the car than the air above the road started rippling. He sighed to himself.

"Hello, dad."

The rippling coalesced into a dark red skinned creature two times his height, a cock almost as long as Ethan's arm hanging from the demon's waist. A slight hunger stirred in the smaller demon's belly at the sight. Even with the knowledge that it was at least partially the other demon's power of arousing those around him, it was a difficult thing to ignore.

"It looks like you had your fun. Did you bother trying to properly dominate these mortals?"

"You know that's not how I swing, dad."

"Yet you still call yourself one of mine."

"And yet you still happily avail yourself of my ass."

"That's not the same thing."

"Heh, don't tell me you don't like it, daddy, sweety."

"...I'm not starting this."

"Oh, but it's so fun."

"And I always lose."

"That's why it's fun."

As his father groaned softly, Ethan looked back at the cops. The two of them had been a decent lay, but they could have been so much better. If he hadn't been bound by the time limit and wasted so much searching for them, they might have even gotten another load off than they had.

In fact, it almost seemed unfair to leave them here without giving them a chance for a bit more fun. Most people he got in touch with got at least three orgasms, while they'd barely gotten one. That needed to be fixed.

"Hey."

"Yes?"

"How much room do we have back at the mansion?"

"Oh no. No no no no."

"Come on, it's just for a little while."

"That's what you said about the gold fish."

"When did I get a gold fish?"

"When you were 20."

"I can't remember that!"

"It was a long time ago. But no."

"But dad -"

"I said no."

"What if I give you -"

"There's nothing you can offer that'll let you bring them into the family home."

"Not even...that?"

"...That?"

"Uh huh."

"And you'll -"

"Yep."

"And your brother -"

"As much as you want."

"...Fine. But be quick."

Ethan chuckled as he grabbed the two cops. They'd be waking up any time now, but he doubted they'd realize what was going on for a while. And until they did...well, he'd be a little busy dealing with his daddy's bribe.

#

"Okay. Those pigs better be ready for a good six rounds to make up for that."

He groaned as he rubbed his ass, demon cum leaking out of his hole after the four day fuck session in daddy's bedroom. In hell, they didn't need food or sustenance in the way that mortals did, nor did they do anything to 'eliminate' without actually wanting to, so they didn't have to leave. For that matter, all the discomfort left in his rear would probably fade in a few hours, all his tightness restored.

All that didn't affect his feeling that that payment had involved a little more effort than he'd thought. Daddy had been...demanding, to say the least, and he hoped that the two officers would still be worth making the payment for.

He walked down the main hall of their manor, the walls lined with golden tapestries and the floor with a blood red carpet with just the right number of white stains. It was wonderfully warm underfoot, and he could already feel himself working up a bit of a sweat, getting a nice musk ready for when he actually reached the mortals.

It didn't take long to reach their quarters. As Ethan threw open the doors, the naked cops turned his way. Their mouths opened wide, their eyes narrowed and angry and scared, but as soon as they got a good look at him, it faded. Their eyes relaxed, their mouths turned up, and their dicks started to rise, slowly pulling upwards until they were pointed at the ceiling and leaking.

"Heh, slut boy's back for more."

"Let's give it to 'im."

Ethan grinned as they yanked him into the room. Repeat exposure always worked faster than the first, and as he was yanked out of the doorway into the bedroom, he was glad to see this was no exception.

The End