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[b][u][center]Hurled Through Hell

Chapter 13

for Damiekinz

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Getting praised for the size of his ass was not on his metaphorical bingo card for the day, but it was happening. Eoghann's breath caught in his throat as the various bovine and equine demons continued to mill about him, feeling their large hands grabbing at his cheeks and keeping them spread wide. Each hot puff of air over his hole, each little rub and squeeze and tease, sent a shiver right up his spine and right down to his cock.

"Badgers are built so much better for this," one of the stallions muttered. "I mean, when you got a badger around, who'd want to play with something like a mouse, or a rat, or something like that? These are the prime rumps of the land."

"Jiggling every time that you bottom out. Nothing like those firm elephant asses. Makes you think that they don't even want something inside 'em."

"Mmmm, look at him, clenching up for us. Man...you won't get that from other species..."

It was the utter reverse of everything that he'd been subjected to in the other Circles. While he'd been able to turn it around in his head, making himself a treasure and a luxury and an indulgence in the other realms, he'd never heard someone talk so...so positively about his ass, or about badgers in general. They'd always been the pillow-butts, the mortal species that was just destined to be bottoms, to be whores, to be the butt-sluts that belonged to others. He'd been able to get off to that, but...but it had always been at least a little insulting.

This...this was the opposite of that. They were praising him, saying his ass was better, saying that they genuinely preferred it. Sure, it was a little objectifying, but...

"Mmmph..."

One of the bulls leaned in, dragging his tongue along Eoghann's taint. He arched his back, huffing under his breath, and one of the stallions chuckled as he squeezed the badger's ass.

"Fuck, and they're so sensitive, too! Who the fuck would want to fuck a bitch of stone when you got badgers out there? Fucking big asses, and fucking hot moans."

"Mmmph...b-bastard..."

"You love it. And we love it."

They were certainly showing his ass plenty of love, he'd give them that. The constant squeezing, teasing, and, yes, licking was getting to him, leaving him huffing, panting, and sweating as they got to work feasting on his hole.

He bit back the first few moans as that tongue danced along his pucker, dragging up from his taint to his hole and then circling around it. The gentle pressure of the bull's tongue back there was driving him crazy, sending happy little shivers up his spine and down to his cock and balls. He was hard as a rock, his dick twitching away, but that was secondary to all the attention on his asshole and ass cheeks. He didn't know how he could forget about his cock right then, but he did, focusing all his attention on -

"MMMM!"

He moaned as the bull's tongue slid past his rim, pressing inside with a gentle thrust. It was a proper tongue-fuck, popping in, out, in, out, the broad thing going in deep enough to flick his prostate every time. He pushed back, unable to help himself.

"Hehehehe, yeah, that's it. Offer that ass up for a proper rimming," one of the demons said. "That's a gold-standard rump; it should be getting the same kind of attention that the big dicks 'round here get."

God, the way that they were already putting it on the same level as something like that. His cheeks burned as he kept rolling his hips back to meet that tongue, eagerly pulling it further into his ass, deeper into his hole. The feeling of that slick thing sliding past his rim again and again was just what he needed, giving him that filling, swollen, slippery feeling that he'd come to love around his rim. Not quite the same as that puffy, slightly donut-ed feeling that he'd gotten from getting knot-fucked in Punishment, but good enough to leave him moaning.

They never stopped touching him, either. Their hands stroked over his hips, along his ass, squeezing the cheeks and digging in hard enough that he swore that he should have been getting some sort of fingerprint marks on his cheeks. Maybe he was; it was hard to -

"Mmmmph...mmmph..."

He shivered as the bull behind him managed to lock his lips with his asshole, hot breath puffing over his pucker every time that the big guy breathed out. His cock was hard as a rock against his stomach, driving him mad, and he moaned as he had to lean against one of the demons at his side.

"Yeah, that's it. Show us how good your ass is. How's he taste?"

"Hot as fuck, man, hot as fuck."

"Big asses are the fucking best. Hey, gimme a chance."

The bull stopped his tongue-fucking, but Eoghann barely had a chance to catch his breath before another demon took his place. One pair of big hands were replaced by another, and this time, he felt the slightly narrower face of a horse jammed between his cheeks with greater ease. Once more, he had a pair of lips kissing his asshole, and once more, he was moaning from the simple feeling of someone being that dedicated to his asshole that they wanted to go that deep. He arched his back, he huffed, he growled -

"Go on, badger. You liking this?"

"Mmmph..."

"You know you got the hottest ass in the room. Besides the big guy, that is, heh."

"Nnngh..."

It was a trap. He knew it was a trap; he'd known that there would be one as soon as he got off the boat, and he'd known what it was as soon as Haagenti had asked him the damn question. What was his hottest feature? Fucking fuck...

His ass.

His ass. Fucking hot piece of ass. Best piece of tail -

Desperately cutting off the thought before it could go any further, Eoghann tried to look up at the Archfiend. Haagenti wasn't even watching him; the great bull was moving from pose to pose again, showing off his muscles, his cock, his ass, his pecs, everything. There was nothing on the great bull demon that wasn't worth highlighting and showing off. Even if he was too big to ever fuck or get fucked, the bull was worth staring at, idolizing and enjoying and...

And...

His ass...

Eoghann moaned as a stallion tongue slithered up his ass, licking him out before going back to the surface. Every breath against his pucker was another little tease, and every circling lick and lap around his rim was driving him mad. His cock dripped, leaving pre-cum marks on his belly as it jumped with excitement. If it wasn't for the fact that the demons all around him were holding him upright, he would have collapsed already, and probably been begging for more.

Begging. That...that wasn't a bad idea, honestly.

"Let...let me down..."

They did. He fell to all fours, but there was a cushion there that hadn't been there before.

But there was no sudden clear-headedness. Rather than having no distractions as he'd hoped, the sudden lack of stimulation left him whimpering. He felt...empty. All that praise, all that attention had sustained him, given him happiness. He felt like he'd been soaring on a wonderful high, and without all that attention, it felt like he was coming crashing down. It was a horrible feeling, ripping him apart inside, and he couldn't take another second without having some of it back again.

His hands shook as he reached back for his ass again, huffing as he grabbed one of his cheeks and squeezed. The pillowy feeling under his fingers reminded him of everything they'd said: it was jiggly, full, round, the sort of ass that clapped back and made sure that the person above knew they were enjoying it. Best ass in the world. Big, full, round - the sort of ass that the best sluts had, but also...also the best bottoms, seducing everyone, dragging others into debauchery, showing them where they belonged.

Big.

Powerful.

Sexy.

Ass.

His breath caught in his throat as he grabbed his other cheek, spreading them both wide. Eoghann looked over his shoulder at the demons, and they were all grinning, all hard as a rock staring down at him. The badger forced a grin on his face - or at least, told himself that he was forcing it, because it felt more genuine than he expected - and nodded at them.

"Come get it...show me how much you love badger-butt."

"Mmmm, with pleasure."

The first one was one of the stallions, cock throbbing up and begging for attention. Big, swollen, the flare already giving a good indication as to how much it was going to stretch him, the horse cock looked intimidating as hell.

But...he was ready.

He wanted it.

He [i]needed[/i] it.

As Eoghann held his cheeks apart for his new lover, he looked back at their faces. There was adoration there, wonder and lust and genuine idolization for his ass as they moved closer. Even as the horse lined up, his flared head rubbing up from the badger's balls all the way to his hole, he could feel that wonder, that need for him, and it was like a drug. It hit him hard, leaving him floaty again, and he barely suppressed a giggle that wanted to float out of his throat.

"Take it. Show me...show me how much you love my a-aaaaass!"

There it was, the flared head popping in and taking what it wanted. Eoghann moaned, his toes curling against the stone and cushions beneath him as he was filled to the brim on the first thrust. It was so easy, so good -

[i]What do you expect? Your ass is the best. It's made for this. It's made for all this.[/i]

As the horse's cock sawed in and out of him, Eoghann's breath came in shorter and shallower gasps. There was a constant shortage of air, but that didn't matter as that flared tip worked in and out of him, grinding in from his prostate to his deepest depths. His eyes rolled back as he took the massive horse dick all the way to the hilt, feeling the wrinkled flesh at the tip of the sheath working against his hole for a moment before the shaft pulled back. The flared end was dragging against his inner walls constantly, teasing him, reminding him of the sheer girth that he was taking any given moment, and his eyes closed to slits as he enjoyed the ride.

In, out, in, out, the squelching sound of the copious pre-cum and the spit from the rimming mixing to form a great, slippery lube. He arched his back as he took that cock again and again, feeling it straightening him out from its length alone, and -

Plap, plap, plap. The sound of those muscular hips colliding with his ass cheeks was the cherry on top of it all. He loved it, craved it, needed more of it as it kept going in, out, in, out, molding his hole around the thick shaft and making him feel the sheer perfection of his ass around that cock.

Because his ass was perfect. He was a badger, a hot badger with a big pillowy butt, and the demons were going nuts for him.

"Fuck yeah."

"Fuck that hole, man, fuck it good."

"Mmmmm, love that stretch, look how eager that hole is."

"Never seen my mare stretch like that. Badgers are the best."

He was more than willing to let them compliment him, and each one went right to his cock and balls, leaving him throbbing, dripping, twitching. Oh, he might just cum hands-free from this as he was fucked into the cushion under him.

In, out, in, out, those leathery balls bouncing off his own sac every time that the horse buried himself balls-deep. Eoghann craved that feeling, that kiss of the sheath and the warmth of those cum-factories against him. He started to push back, taking it further, deeper, faster, enjoying each and every inch buried inside of him.

[i]They couldn't take it like this,[/i] he thought, looking back at the demons. [i]They couldn't take his cock like this. Badgers are the only ones with asses capable of taking cocks like this. Better than them, my ass is better than theirs, hotter than theirs.[/i]

The trap, the trap. It was right there, and he was walking right into it, but he couldn't stop himself. It felt too good to be adored like this, even if it was completely for his ass and nothing else.

The stallion hammered in faster, harder, the plapping sounds of his cheeks clapping getting louder and louder. He panted harder, his mouth hanging open as he was rutted like he was a good little bitch, and he didn't care. He needed it, craved it, needed to take it more and more. He needed that cock inside him, showing him how good his ass was, feeling the sheer throbbing need in the other male as they got closer and closer to nutting inside of him.

"Take it, take it, take it," he grunted. "Take it and mark it, show me that you need it..."

And the demon did just that. He picked up speed, that heavy, heated rod in his ass going faster. It was heavy against his prostate, grinding down on it with every thrust, his cheeks bouncing against each impact of hip to rump. His cheeks kept clapping around the shaft, all but sealing it between his cheeks, and he just...he was so close...and then...

"NNGH!"

The stallion whinnied behind him, cumming right then and there. The sudden surge of heat through his insides was everything that Eoghann wanted, and he arched his back to take it in as deep as he could. More, more, more, flooding through him and making him drool with utter bliss. At some point, he was sure that he came as well, his cock spurting on the floor, but the only reason he even noticed was the little twitching it was doing down there and the feeling of something hot and wet against his legs.

Oh, his ass. His ass was the best, and the stallion had just helped him prove it. He loved it, and he might have even loved the big horse demon behind him for putting him through it. He wasn't sure, but he might have.

As the big guy started pulling out, dragging his cock back through to the rim, Eoghann fought the urge to clamp down and just keep it inside of him. There was the real possibility that he might have managed it, at least for a while. He could have clenched down and held that huge thing inside, milked the head even more, pushed to be filled to the brim again, and again, and again, all from the same huge cock. He knew that it would have felt good, too, and that the demon would have been more than willing.

What stopped him was the fact that there were a dozen other demons around him, each one of them clearly willing to take it further. They wanted to pay tribute to his ass just as much as the horse had, and he wanted to let them.

POP!

The flare left his ass, and Eoghann reached back, arching his spine and covering his hole for the moment. The slippery, slimy mess that was left inside tried to bubble past his fingers, but he was able to seal the gape. This time, at least, it wasn't too bad.

As the badger caught his breath, he lifted his head and grinned back at the assembled demons. He kept his tail up and his fingers in his ass as he smirked.

"So, who's next?" he asked.

#

Hours later, or longer, he was on a pillow somewhere. A pillow, a plinth, a platform that let him show off. Eoghann hadn't expected that, particularly not after getting rutted by a dozen demons, but as the passing mortals and other demons walked by, staring at his ass, it felt more like a gift than a humiliation.

At first, he remained where he was, just lying there and letting his ass cheeks be displayed as he reclined in place. It was a soft, gentle pose, something that allowed all that seed to leak out of him and dribble across his cheeks, and more than a few souls passing by grinned as they watched it happen. The slow dribble of slime, the waterfall of pleasure from his ass, was as obvious as it could be, and there was...there was something enticing about it he supposed, something that he enjoyed more than he expected and something that he hoped to feel again.

Some time later, he was able to stand, and when he did, more of the mortals gathered around. He watched as rats and gators and more cycled over to him, moving on from the plinths that displayed hot, wet pussy or throbbing, stiff cock. They approached him and walked around, looking at his ass.

[i]Show off...enjoy...[/i]

"Mmmph..."

[i]Your ass is a treasure.[/i]

His ass was a luxury.

[i]Yes...a luxury...a treasure...something that nobody else can match,[/i] the strange voice in his head agreed. [i]Show off. Let them see what they're missing. Let them see what badgers have, and what you perfected.[/i]

It was almost a compulsion, and the only thing holding it back was the simple fact that Eoghann wanted to show off. He wanted to find out if the demons had been made to do that, or if his ass really was that magnificent, that special. He groped his cheeks -

"Mmmm, look at that."

"Soft, pillowy, the best art of an ass I've ever seen."

"Heh, that's not just art. That's a godly rump."

"Hey, show us more! Show us that hot ass!"

No matter how objectifying it was to have everything else forgotten, the fact that he was getting loved for something made it all worth it. The badger grinned as he turned on the spot, groping his cheeks, feeling the fullness against his fingers. He had always had a soft ass, even before his term on the Material Plane was up, but now? Now, it was an ass of wonder, an ass of ample size, an ass that could really be called a 'pillow-butt.' He was [i]that[/i] hot, that sexy, that bouncy back there.

In fact, he dropped his cheeks, letting them bounce as soon as they left his grip. The crowd cheered, and he grinned.

Oh, he was going to like it here.

#

The badger sprawled out on his plinth, his ass cheeks hanging off the edge. His legs were bent under him, giving him a little bit of a cramp from time to time, but -

"Mmmph..."

But it was worth it for the feeling of the little pens dragging their letters across his cheeks.

A magic mirror had been hung in the air above him, allowing Eoghann to view his own ass as the passersby walked over and drew on him. They wrote all kinds of things over his canvass of an ass, ranging from the humiliating - "Fuck this," "Slutty Little Hole", and "Demon Dick Magnet" - to the praising. There was more of the latter, some of them even going so far as to pull out measuring tools and writing down the sheer size of his ass, and daring others to pick up the tape and measure it to find out. Every time that he heard the weight and heft and size of his cheeks, a little blush burned across his face, but his cock throbbed all the harder.

[i]I'm not...am I that big?[/i]

The numbers seemed to prove it, and the various men and women that came by to admire his mighty rump were always complimentary. They wanted to touch him, to tease him, to enjoy him, and he was more than willing to let them.

"Mmmm, that's one hell of an ass..."

The latest one, a panther, capped off the pen and leaned back. Eoghann looked up at the mirror and smiled at the message.

[i]Spread and Lick, huh?[/i] He chuckled. [i]Well, that's as good a command as I can ask for...[/i]

He didn't know how long he had been showing off for people, but he knew that it had to be a while. Hours? Days?

Time had no meaning. It didn't matter; his ass deserved this attention, and he deserved the attention himself for having such a great ass.

#

He was allowed off the plinth from time to time, going about the Circle of Display and seeing some of the other souls that were there. They were all eager for attention, no matter what kind, so long as it was focused on their best, most special attribute. There were some that offered their feet, showing off fine soles that would have been ignored by most in the Material Plane but were pieces of art down here in the Circle of Display. He found a few others - mostly badgers, but a few exceptional other species, as well - that had similar rumps to his own. He'd sit and talk with them, enjoying comparing how they were treated, and he even took a little time to see who had the bigger ass between him and them.

He won, more often than not. The few times that he came up short, he was more than happy to give the other ass-fiend a bit of worship for what they had.

Sometimes, he even jumped up and had his fun with some of the females that were showing off.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my slutty little wet slit!"

The panda bear under him was moaning to the heavens, though he doubted that the heavens were listening as he slid in, out, in, out. The feeling of something so slick and hot around his cock, something that wasn't ass, something that wasn't the usual rutting that he went through, confused him as much as it aroused him. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be the person doing the fucking rather than the person getting fucked. It wasn't unpleasant, but it almost felt unnatural after so many months, years, decades getting the opposite sort of treatment.

As he slid in, out, in, out, he tried to focus on the feeling of her slippery pussy around his cock. It was puffy, wet, inflamed with desire, and she had truly been blessed with a treasure between her legs with how fragrant and eager it was. She deserved that sort of worship, that sort of attention, and he wanted to give it to her, but -

Clap, clap, clap.

The claps of his own ass were distracting him constantly, pulling at his attention time and time again as he slid in and out of her. There was something almost hypnotic about the sound, as if his cheeks were trying to keep him thinking of them rather than the wet pussy that demanded his dick.

In.

Out.

Clap.

Clap.

He panted as he sunk deeper and deeper, his thrusts getting more and more aggressive. The moans of the panda under him faded away, replaced with the clap-clap-clap of his cheeks, and he barely cared.

Ass. He had a hot ass. He had a hot fucking ass. And that ass demanded attention, even now, and he stopped thinking of the panda woman and started thinking about the bulls and stallions that wandered the plains, looking for someone to fuck.

He could be that someone.

His ass was worthy.

#

Sleep, rare sleep in a pile of bodies that were more than his own. Eoghann slumped among them, his thoughts fading away, but the beginning of dreams still filled his head with thoughts of his own ass.

Clenching.

Squeezing.

Milking.

[i]So soft, so talented. You could make a fortune in brothels.

So wide, so perfect, you could have seduced any warrior.

So beautiful, so fine. A prize to decorate any harem.[/i]

Their words echoed through his mind, and he could hardly settle for the night as he kept thinking about how he would show off the next day. The idea of having his ass on display, of being known for his ass around the world, sent shivers down his spine as he pictured the way that people would treat him. Begging him to take off his clothes, pleading for him to spank himself and display the way that his rich rump could jiggle at the slightest touch: it was almost paradise in his mind's eye.

Other souls gathered round. He was resting on someone's balls, a cock near his head, but he didn't mind. He had seen so many up close, so many shafts that were particularly big or thick or aesthetically pleasing to the eye, and he had no fear of them, nor any shame. Shame; that was something that had fallen by the wayside long ago, all but forgotten as he was shown off and made to admit just how beautiful he was, how handsome his ass cheeks were, how perfect his hole was.

Someone else rested on him, and he groaned in satisfaction as they nuzzled against his ass cheeks, digging in and getting comfortable. The soft snores of someone sleeping puffed over his hole, a tickle and a tingle that was more pleasing than stimulating. He could smile through it, keep his eyes closed, and not even be bothered as he drifted off to dreamland.

"Perfect...pillow-butt..."

Even the name felt right in this place of display and pleasure. Eoghann bit off a chuckle, just enjoying the feeling of someone enjoying his ass, and he closed his eyes tightly and let the world fade away. He was a good pillow-butt. He was a good badger. After all, good badgers had hot asses, and he had been judged one of the hottest asses in Hell.

#

Time passed, and each chunk that went by felt better than the last. Eoghann's pride, fed to an overweening amount on his ass cheeks and how perfect they were, swelled to exclude anything else. Gone were the memories of his powers on the Material Plane, dismissed were the old memories of his adventures and his cleverness in the face of adversity. He forgot the old enemies and the faint friends that he had once enjoyed, and the pleasures that had come from showing off his dick and getting sucked off and dominating others. Those didn't matter; they didn't bring pride the way that showing off his ass to the crowd did, these days.

The badger stood on his plinth, one leg up and straining to balance on the other. The crowd of mortals cheered as he fingered himself, showing off how flexible he was as he took one, two, three, four fingers without even trying. His asshole was loose, yes, sometimes gaping between fucks, but they liked that. [i]He[/i] liked that.

As he finger-fucked himself, moaning from the pure pleasure of his silky asshole getting stretched around his digits, the crowd cheered for him. They called out his name: Pillow-Butt, Pillow-Butt. The name that had been an insult in Punishment had become his stage-name, the center of his accolades, and he loved each repetition of it.

More.

More.

More.

He brought his leg down as he was about to lose his balance, and he brought his ass down on the stage with it. His head spun as he savored the feeling of being the best, being worshiped and adored by the crowd. They wanted him, wanted his ass, and he spanked it, jiggling it for all to see.

"Me! Fuck me with that ass!" someone shouted.

"Bounce on my face!"

"Let me get my tongue up there! I wanna taste that hole!"

They were all there for him, eating out of the palm of his hand, and they'd be eating out of his ass if they had half a chance. He grinned as he fell into a squat, barely balancing on the balls of his feet, and rolled his cheeks back at the crowd.

"You want this? Come and get it!"

#

[i]Seven years later...[/i]

Eoghann stood on the dock overlooking the river that would take him away from the Circle of Display, and he didn't recognize what it was. The world itself was hard for him to understand, but something had drawn him here, toward the dock and the boat and the -

Clap.

The sound of his cheeks coming together drowned out his thoughts, and he grinned as he reached back and fondled himself again. The feeling of the cheeks against his fingers, the way that they smoothed out and bulged and squished beneath his fingers, comforted him. There was all that was good and right in the world in his ass, his fine ass, his pillow-butt -

"Mmmm...hottest ass in Hell...biggest booty...hottest fuck..."

His breath caught in his throat as he moaned, reaching back between his cheeks once more to find his hole and gently tease it, as well. Had it grown more sensitive since he'd come here? Did it matter when it felt as good as it did? He didn't think so.

Two, then three fingers slid in, and he satisfied himself with that as he teased his prostate, rubbing it, making his cock grow and drip from the feeling. It wasn't as good as having a cock inside of him, wasn't nearly as good as the feeling of his cheeks bouncing and clapping around a firm shaft, but that was harder to find when he wasn't on his platform. So much easier to get a partner when he was performing, showing off, being the center of attention. He could go back there, he thought, go back there and find another one that would make him feel good. There was no need to be here; there was nobody to show off to, nobody to make him feel good.

He was about to turn and leave right then and there when he heard footsteps. No, hoofbeats, big ones, coming his way. He started to turn, but it was too late; there was no getting away from the Archfiend of the Circle.

A great hand lifted him off the ground. For a split-second, he was airborne, and then -

Cold.

So much cold.

It smacked him across the face as the River Lethe stole away the obsession that had been planted in his brain, sucking away all that he had gone through. Almost all, almost everything, taking away the blankness and the omnipresent obsession with his own ass, but bringing back the things that he had forgotten and buried under all of that. He shivered, gasping as Haagenti pulled him from the river, dragging him back to the thinking part of Hell. The badger stood at the end of the dock, his fur soaked, his eyes wide as he remembered why he had come here in the first place.

"S-seven years...already?" he muttered.

"Indeed; seven long years showing off your ass. And not long enough, heh." The great violet bull chuckled as he shook his head. "A pity that you have to leave so soon, but you'll be back soon enough. Forty-two years until your ass's comeback tour."

"Don't...don't you mean mine?" Eoghann asked.

"No. Your ass is your treasure. We will welcome that."

Despite the brutality of the bull’s words, there was something oddly comforting in it, too. He didn’t know why, he didn’t know how, but it just…felt better to only be wanted for his ass here. It allowed him to let go.

“Now, go. Your next Circle awaits. You have almost finished your first forty-nine years as one of ours. Just seven years to go, and you’ll be back at the beginning.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Eoghann gets to experience the pleasure-trap that is Display.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, M/F, Badger, Panda, Bull, Stallion, Horse Cock, Anal, Butt Focus, Obsession, Corruption, Mind Break, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Ass Worship, Body-Writing, Sluttiness, Slut, Ass Slut, Butt Slut, Rimming, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Fingering,