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

Chapter 12

for Damiekinz

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

Unsurprisingly, Zaleos took his time to suck the badger off. Each little bob of his head was slower, more teasing than ever before, and yet, it still took all of Eoghann's self-control and willpower to stay standing. His knees knocked together, bending and shaking as the reindeer sucked at his dick. Up, down, up, down, those gentle fingers working at his sac to tease it, too, keeping him right on the edge and leaving him groaning, dribbling, grinding his teeth together as he got the blowjob of his life.

[i]How the fuck are you this good?[/i]

It couldn't just be the whole Archfiend thing. There were others that he had enjoyed relations with already, and none of them had been as good as Zaleos was. Maybe - mmmph - maybe he was just getting that sensitive to pleasure and the reindeer had an unfair advantage, or maybe there was something else going on in the Circle of Sensation. Whatever it was, he tried to ride it and enjoy -

GLUK.

Right to the base, the reindeer's nose grinding against his crotch and huffing at his scent, all while his throat clenched down hard on the badger's cock. The tip was lodged deep in the other male's throat, and Eoghann gasped for breath as he felt the sheer lushness of all that heat and wetness and pleasure hit him hard. He wheezed, having to lean forward with his hands on the reindeer's head as Zaleos deepthroated him with ease. Even though he didn't have that big a cock compared to some of the demons he'd seen, he knew for a fact that most mortals weren't going to have a cock lodged that deep for long, not without sputtering and shaking.

There was none of that with the reindeer. The Archfiend moaned, instead, holding himself there, huffing and sniffing as if the badger's scent was as much a pleasure as the taste of his cock. For all that Eoghann knew, that was the truth; he could still remember the raw pleasure that came from having a cock down his throat when he'd been cursed to feel the same way that the reindeer did. Maybe Zaleos's nose was similarly cursed, taking intense pleasure from the mere smell of another man's crotch.

Sniff.

Moan.

Swallow.

Suck.

"Mmmph...ah...please..."

Zaleos moaned around his cock, clearly not happy about having to keep going, but the reindeer continued regardless. Up, down, up, down, taking his time where he could, but slowly picking up the pace. That eager tongue worked along the underside of the badger's cock in such a beautiful way, teasing from the spot where it connected to his sac all the way to the head, flicking right at that divot between shaft and head. He moaned every time that little spot was teased, and it was made all the more sensual when the reindeer tilted his head back and made sure that the tip of Eoghann's shaft hit the roof of his mouth. The different texture up there only added to the intense pleasure.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

Eoghann had to lean forward, resting his hands on the reindeer's head for balance. There was so much happening, so much intense pleasure rushing through him, that he couldn't stand without help. Those fingers continued to tease and roll his balls around, and that tongue kept flicking right over the head whenever Zaleos pulled back. It was like he was cleaning the tip of pre-cum time and time again, but all that mattered to him was the sheer pleasure of that attention.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

"Mmm..."

"C-close..."

The reindeer paused for the briefest of moments. Zaleos looked up at him, and for the first time, Eoghann saw something that was genuinely, completely different from all the other Archfiends that he had run across. There was no smugness, no possessiveness, no need to lord over someone else, and in fact, nothing of authority at all. Instead, there was a look of absolute love, and care, and want, and need. In all his life, Eoghann had never seen someone look at him like that, and there was a purity to it that told him that he would likely never see something like that again. There was no room in mortals for something that was so pure and so powerful.

It made him wish that he didn't have to leave. It made him wish that he could stay.

Then the moment passed, the reindeer closing his eyes as he went down to the base of the badger's cock once more. He rested his lips there, slowly tightening his mouth around the base of Eoghann's cock. The warmth inside of his muzzle somehow got stronger, more intense, and then...

Then he sucked.

Swallow. Suck. Swallow. Suck. The rhythmic motions pressed the reindeer's lips tight against his cock again and again, and his throat was no less intense. Eoghann's moans climbed, getting louder and louder by the second as the teasing and pleasure got more and more intense. His mouth hung open, his eyes going wider and wider as he felt his balls rising up, pressing against his crotch, his breath coming shorter and sharper until -

"NNNGH!"

He came. The sucking continued, all that pulsing, clenching, rippling motion around his cock milking him of everything that he had and compelling him to give more, more, and more besides. He could barely catch his breath at the best of times, only to whimper it out again as soon as he felt the next clenching sensation around his cock demanding more of his seed.

More.

More.

More.

When it finally stopped, when the reindeer finally pulled back and let his cock flop out of his mouth, Eoghann was barely able to stand. It felt like he'd just drained his balls in the best whore in the world...and somehow, the most loving person, as well. He couldn't help but feel connected to the Archfiend in a way that he never had to his mortal partners, and the way that Zaleos looked up at him as he swallowed all that seed was somehow guilt-inducing, as if he was leaving someone alone that really needed him.

When the reindeer stood up, he pulled the Archfiend into a hug. He didn't know why he felt such a compulsion to give love, to give affection, but he felt it sharp and deep. Zaleos hugged him back, and they stood there in the middle of a field for some time.

Eventually, they had to part. The reindeer led him to the usual river, and - after finagling a good angle for it - gently dipped the badger into it. The hyper-sensitivity of the realm was washed away, and he shivered as he felt the chill fade from something that pricked at him like ice to something that was more akin to a simple bath. Not hot, not cold, just cool and idly soothing in its own way.

Zaleos pulled him from the river, and Eoghann groaned as he was set on his feet once more. The reindeer shivered as they hugged again, the boat appearing behind them against the shore.

"I'll miss you, Daddy," Zaleos whispered, a little hiccup in his voice.

"I'll be back," he said. "Forty-two years, remember?"

"I remember, but...but I wish it didn't have to be like that."

"Heh...you love that badger dick so much?"

"I love [i]you[/i] that much, Daddy."

Of all the things he'd expected to hear, that was the one that ranked lowest, and it was the one that cut hardest. He didn't want to think about the others loving him, didn't want to think about what that might mean. He was better off as an object in Hell, not someone that was getting into a relationship with someone that ran one of the Circles. He tried to tell himself that it was just the corruption of the realm talking, that this was just one more addiction of the hyper-stimulated reindeer that was going to wear off over time.

Then he remembered the look that Zaleos had given him. Those wonderful eyes, that loving gaze, that want that went beyond the sexual and into something that was far purer: it had not been his imagination, and he knew that there was something in there that would last. Whether it would be the same when he got back, or whether it would have changed into something else, he didn't know, but it would be there still in some form.

[i]I don't know how to feel about that...[/i]

"Go," Zaleos muttered. "I don't...I don't want to drag this out."

"Forty-two years, Zaleos."

"Forty-two years, Daddy. I'll be waiting."

They kissed. It was soft and gentle rather than the intensity of the cursed touch before, but he almost missed the other one. As he stepped off the bank and onto the boat, he looked over his shoulder. The smaller male waved at him as the boat magically set off on its own, and he waved back as it carried him away.

[i]Never thought that I'd be in a situation like this...[/i]

Then again, before he'd been collected for his 'failure,' he'd never considered that he would be sent to Hell at all, let alone what would happen if he was passed between the different Archfiends. He'd imagined that they would be tormenting him, mocking him, looking for any excuse and any way to make him feel less than he had been in life. And there were some of them that were doing just that, admittedly, and doing it very well.

But at the same time, there were those like Zaleos, and Astaroth, and...

Well, now that he thought about it, all of them had been at least a little welcoming. Yes, there were humiliations in Haborym's realm, and there hadn't been much warmth in Marthim's realm, either, but none of them had been cruel. Pushy, yes, dominant, yes, but each of them had their own realm and their own purity and their own focus that drew them in deeper. He just...hadn't expected that to be so powerful, or to have that many addictions over the course of -

[i]Thirty-five years. Thirty-five years now,[/i] he thought, still marveling at the way that time had lost any and all meaning down here. Each realm pushed him into some new level of depravity, making it hard to focus on anything but the utter indulgence and pressure to give in that each one offered. The Circles were awash with various sorts of magic, and no matter how hard he tried to tell himself that each one would be just as powerful and intense as the last, he kept forgetting, falling into the allure and intensity of each new Circle with abandon.

The boat carried him on as he imagined what life would be like if he was stuck in any of the Circles permanently. Each one had been powerful enough that he had lost himself before he was taken to the river. The only exception was the Circle of Sensation, and the only reason that he hadn't lost himself to the Circle was that he had lost himself to Zaleos instead. The bargain was the only thing that allowed him to leave each of the Circles when the time came; he certainly hadn't wanted to leave any of them when he had been part of them.

[i]Not even Punishment?[/i]

The question was fair enough, but Eoghann was honest enough to know that he couldn't have left that one, either. While the rule of the sadistic head had been horrifying in its own way, the fact that it cycled between Sadist to Masochist to Fair-Minded was enough to make it tempting. There was enough there to keep him rooted if he let it, and...well, he didn't have the option whether to let it happen, now that he thought about it.

He sighed as he leaned back in the boat, huffing for a moment as he felt the bottom of it grind against his rump. He still had some of that increased sensitivity, at least, and it still tickled at him despite his best efforts.

As he did his best to ignore it, he looked at the sky. The fuchsia of Sensation was slowly bleeding away, becoming something else, something darker and almost more royal. Just short of a great purple, it turned to violet instead, and the great variety of different biomes in Sensation faded. Gone were the rolling hills and the short mountains. Gone were the floodplains and bogs, the trees and the swamps, replaced by great stretches of flat, rocky lands that allowed one to see for miles in any direction.

[i]That means that I'm going to...Haagenti, yes. Haagenti, the Archfiend of Display...[/i]

With the rarity of a clear mind, he could think about where he was going and what that meant. The previous realms had all been about engaging with different forms of hedonism, and all of them had been fairly active when one got down to it. This one, however...

[i]Display. It's a passive one. Everyone else is doing the work, and all you have to do is be stared at...[/i]

It was a deceptively powerful temptation, he realized, and it worked best when you were tired from all the others and wanted some time to yourself. He imagined that, once he got there, he'd find all kinds of reasons to rest, to enjoy the work of others, to be the one that they looked at rather than the one that was doing the looking and worshiping. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized that he was so tired that he would be happy to slump back and let others take the lead.

Could he avoid that? Did he want to?

None of the others had been bad. The only thing that made Hell dangerous, he was starting to realize, was that there was no way to really resist the temptations of the different hedonisms that he was exposed to. Like he'd already realized, the only reason that he hadn't completely lost his mind in the different Circles already was the fact that the Archfiends had to share him. At the end of every seven years, he was dragged from his mind-numbing hedonism to the River Lethe, dunked in it just enough to become functional again, and passed on. If he had been one of the other souls, the endless debauchery and hedonism and lack of any and all moderation would have left him an unthinking mess thirty years ago. He wouldn't have lasted more than a couple of years in Curiosity, let alone been able to visit the other Circles of Hell.

[i]No wonder the church warns against this...[/i]

Not that they were much better, but -

The boat bumped against the new shoreline, jostling him from his thoughts. Grunting, the badger sat up and popped his back. It was strange to feel his age, but then again, he was definitely getting put through the wringer down here. He rolled his head one way, then the other, before taking a step off the boat.

"Nngh...I miss the grasslands already," Eoghann muttered as he set foot on hard stone. "Mmmph...going to take a while to adjust to that..."

Nobody to meet him on the dock this time. One more difference from the other Circles, he supposed. Shaking his head, he put his hand over his eyes and peered through the soft lighting of the new realm. The violet light of the heavens played over everything, casting it into something that was a mix of sensual stage-lighting and something more like a dream.

It was hard to see anything. There were no settlements visible, no grand castle. The massive open plains of the Circle, stony as they were, were dotted with little crystal collections here and there, reflecting the light onto distant silhouettes. They danced, or at least, that was what he guessed they were doing, and he wondered how they would look up close.

It wasn't until he saw the much taller silhouette in the distance that he realized where he needed to go. Despite the vast distance between him and the shadowy figure, he could make out the same muscles and big dick that he had seen at the meeting of the Archfiends. As it moved from pose to pose, swinging that massive dick around, Eoghann couldn't help but smile to himself.

"Same old Haagenti..."

Same old Haagenti. That was familiarity of a sort that would likely get him punished in other circumstances. Shaking his head, the badger began his journey across the Circle of Display. If there was any need to be brought to the Archfiend sooner than later, he had no doubt that some other demon would appear and drag him along a little bit faster. As it stood, he wanted to see what else the Circle had on offer, and just what kind of place it actually was.

As he walked along, he gradually got used to the feeling of the hard stone under his feet and the way that it pounded against his soles with every step. It wasn't comfortable, but it was smooth and well-tended, so it wasn't a full torture like some of the hot sands of Punishment. At most, he supposed, it was stark, which fit the inhabitants in a number of ways.

The first one he saw was a mortal soul, someone that had clearly been sent here some time ago, considering that he hadn't seen a maned wolf of any real stature in the Material Plane...well, ever. Their society had been completely subsumed into other canine lands, and from what he remembered, the lot of them had been rendered into exotic playthings, more possessions than anything else. While they were valuable, the long-legged creatures were never given any real status, nor any place in the hierarchies of their lands unless they were owned by someone else. Even then, they lacked the pride that this one showed.

Eoghann slowed as the maned wolf turned on a plinth of crystal. The slender male turned, posed, turned, posed, showing off his lean muscles, his tall frame, and the slender elegance that colored every one of his motions. He smiled with an indulgence that would have matched any and all of the royal families on the Material Plane, giving that sort of look that said 'yes, please, look at me, gaze upon the treasure that I am.'

[i]Never seen someone carry that off so well...[/i]

It was different to the sensual dances that he saw in clubs and brothels. They were providing a service and they knew it, and while they were confident in their craft, they didn't have that same joy in showing off and giving a display of themselves that this maned wolf did. He seemed to take joy in every glance in his direction, and the light of the heavens reflected off the crystal underneath him showed him off at his best.

Soft ass. Soft dick. Showing off his long legs and his soft feet, he moved from pose to pose to pose, sometimes with his arms up, sometimes down, sometimes leaning forward, sometimes on all fours with his tail up and his feet under his balls, offering everything to those that happened to come by and see him.

It was something that he wasn't entirely sure how to process, but it was enough to give him an erection. Eoghann gave his cock a couple of strokes, shaking his head with a small smile.

"Gorgeous," he muttered.

"Mmm, don't I know it?" the maned wolf muttered, rolling his head back before spinning about, lying on his back with his legs spread. "I'm a treasure, aren't I?"

"Certainly hot."

"Oooooh, don't stop there. Keep talking. Tell me what you really think. Tell me how gorgeous I am..."

There was something in the air as the maned wolf spoke, something that tempted and taunted and teased all at once. The light seemed to shimmer that much more brightly under the other man, highlighting his long legs and the soft pads along the bottoms of his feet. His entire body seemed to be framed as if it was something on display, both for sale and for presentation. There was even a slight itch on the back of Eoghann's tongue, almost like there was something that needed to be said and was trying to work its way out of his mouth.

That, more than anything else, convinced him to keep his mouth shut and move on, instead. If there was magic in the Circle already trying to twist his thoughts and opinions, then he was better off moving on and trying to reach Haagenti. He blushed and looked away, and the maned wolf chuckled as he walked on.

There were others that he encountered during his travels, some that were standing solo, others that were performing together. The one unifying thing was that, unlike the other realms where there was some excuse at clothing - meager as it often was - there was nothing of the sort here. The Circle of Display kept its mortal souls completely bare, showing off their bodies from head to toe with nothing in the way. There were cocks and asses and pussies and breasts aplenty to be seen. Some of those that walked the paths of the stony plains were embarrassed, futilely trying to cover themselves, while others walked with the same sort of pride as the maned wolf on the crystal stage. It was hard to tell who would be bothered and who would not, as there were smaller, less-endowed men that walked with big-dick energy usually reserved for equines or larger, and there were men that had dicks that were longer than his arm that were trying desperately to cover themselves.

But what they shared, he realized, was a sense of arousal at others seeing them. None of them went soft when he looked their way. All of them were hard, or wet, or otherwise horny as could be as soon as they realized that he was looking their way.

Eoghann paused again, watching as a pair of bears - one black, one grizzly - stood together. They had their hands on each other's asses, and their cocks were throbbing against one another in a gentle frotting motion. They moaned, and they growled, but it wasn't from just the touch. Eoghann could see them whispering to each other, and as he leaned in, trying to hear what they said, he realized that they were spreading each other's cheeks for others -

"Look at that ass of yours," the black bear whispered. "Look at that. It jiggles against my fingers all the time. Every time I grope it, the whole thing sinks between them. You've got a fat fucking ass, and everyone loves it."

"Heh, I might have the ass, but you got the hole," the grizzly whispered back. "I can feel it spreading each time I part your cheeks. I bet you that everyone's staring at it, imagining how experienced you are. Fuck, I bet they're thinking about making you look even more stretched out, even more gaped. Fuck, fuck, you're hot."

"You're hotter."

"Mmm, I bet that badger over there likes your ass better."

"Nah, he wants a cushion."

"Heh, I bet he likes you best." The grizzly tossed his head back. "Hey, Pillow-Butt! Who's got the better ass, me or my friend here?"

Eoghann blinked. He hadn't thought that he'd be roped into this, but -

[i]No, the maned wolf had the same sort of thing. He wanted to hear how hot he was, and...and this isn't just a competition...[/i]

He could smell how horny they were now that he was closer. They were both getting off hard, and no matter how much they were teasing the other one for being the 'hotter' one, they were clearly showing off and trying to win the little competition between them. Even if they were trying to convince him that the other was better, their bodies showed how much they wanted to be the one that won the 'competition' of who was hotter.

"I'm not getting involved," Eoghann said, biting back a blush and hurrying on.

Thankfully, neither of the bears tried to get him to come back and judge them. They just kept showing off, and soon, their teasing words faded into the background, and he was able to focus on his journey forward.

There were others; in a Circle of Hell, there were always going to be more mortals than one expected, and this was no exception. But unlike the shivering, desperate mortals of the Circle of Sensation, or the warriors of Punishment, or the desperately worshiping members of the Circle of Luxury, here, there were only happy, prideful people that were more than happy to show off [i]everything[/i] in the process of their day to day lives. They showed off their cocks, their pecs, their pussies, their asses - lots of asses, as a matter of fact - and he groaned every time that he was reminded of just how much pride people could take in how they looked. He'd never realized that there would be a place down in hell where there were so many people that felt that way.

And it meant that he had a constant erection as he walked past orgies and sleeping couples posed artfully and other performers that were standing on plinths that showed off their best features. All of them wanted his opinion, as well, and all of them were teasing him as he walked by. The sheer omnipresence of such exhibitionism was both strange and appealing and -

[i]When is it going to be my turn?[/i]

Because he was still clear-minded enough to know that this was going to be his fate. He just didn't know how he was going to be made to submit to it.

Even as he was distracted here and there by the mortal souls, he was always called back to his journey by the great shape in the distance. It had to be at least partially magical, considering that Haagenti was no more than twenty feet tall (no more than, what a shift in his perspective since being called to Hell), but at the same time, he found it impossible to look away from. Not only did it dominate the horizon, but...

Well, if the various mortal souls that he encountered were filled with a sense of pride in themselves, then Haagenti's silhouette was the font of that pride. The great dark shape against the violet sky moved from one muscle pose to another, sometimes with his cock outlined away from his body, sometimes with it pulled in close. He stood in profile, showing off the muscular curve of his ass, and full-on toward the horizon, the vaguest shift in light-textures allowing for one to see the sheer heft of his cock. As the badger got closer and closer, some of the outline shifted, allowing him to see the sheer heft of the other man's sac, as well, giving him quite the view of the great Archfiend of the realm.

What felt like hours later, he stood before the looming shape of the bull Archfiend. As he stood before the hooves of Haagenti, looking up, he still felt that the other male was too big, too tall. Twenty feet tall? That was almost four times his height. He didn't even reach sac-level compared to the other male, and that was more than a little embarrassing as he watched the massive pair of balls and the huge cock above it swinging one way, then the other.

"Greetings, Haagenti, Archfiend of Display," he managed to get out between one pose and another.

"Ah, you've finally arrived! Good to see you, little one." The bull chuckled, squatting down in such a way that his cock still loomed so high and tall that it completely eclipsed the badger. "Though not so little in all ways, eh?"

"I suppose not," he said. "Your realm hasn't messed with my head yet."

"Ah, and it won't."

"...Excuse me?"

"There is no need to mess with your head. In my realm, in the Circle of Display, it is not trickery that rules the day, but pride. Pride in ourselves, and pride in all that we are."

"I've seen people make stupid mistakes with their pride, but...How would that even work?"

"Heh, let me ask you something, little one," Haagenti said, pushing himself back to his full height. "What would you say is your best feature? What do people stare at? What do you have that you feel pride in, hmmmmmm?"

"..." Eoghann groaned, covering his face with one hand. "Don't make me say it."

"Say what, eh? Say what, badger?"

"You know what everyone else has been saying..."

"Then you know the answer. Speak it!"

"Ugh..."

He grumbled to himself, already feeling the embarrassment rising in his cheeks. So much distraction had kept him from remembering that he was naked, too, but now, that feeling was coming back with a vengeance. As he reached around his hips, feeling his ass, he could tell that it was still bigger than it had been when he'd first arrived in Hell. A little smaller than it had been in Indulgence due to all the fighting in Punishment and from all the running around in Sensation, but small it was not. It jiggled as he groped it, adding to the raw embarrassment and humiliation that came from it just hanging out on display.

"Come now. I'm waiting," Haagenti said, crossing his arms with a big smirk on his face, the violet fur of the bull glowing in imitation of the sky.

"I...keep getting told that it's my ass..."

"Your what, hmm?"

"My ass!"

"Does it have another name? I seem to remember that being bandied around Hell."

"...My...pillow-butt," Eoghann muttered, huffing to himself. "Fucking hell, how is this supposed to make me feel pride?"

"You have not had the right people to tell you," Haagenti said. "But you are right. Your pillowy rump is your [i]best[/i] feature. Fat, round, proud and soft, your rump is worth feeling proud of. There is much to be proud of, badger."

"I...it's not -"

"You should agree with everyone that's admired it. And if you do not believe me, let me bring others to tell you the same."

Before Eoghann could get a word in edgewise, the great Archfiend swept his hand out, as if in invitation. The badger jumped as he felt a half-dozen hands on his ass a split-second later, whipping around to see equine and bovine demons swarming him. Stallions and bulls grabbed for his ass, squeezing the soft cheeks, even going so far as to part them as Eoghann tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"So soft, and round, and full."

"All badgers have big rumps; it's part of their charm."

"Ah, but this one..."

"Heh, I'll give you that. He's big and full, and so perfectly suited for worship. An ass that size on someone so short -"

"Heh, his ass could pin you in place, if he wanted."

"Mmmm, all badgers are good at that. It's how they're built, ass first and everything else second."

His cheeks - all four of them - turned bright red at the fondling and the teasing. The demons were feeling him up again and again, each touch just enough of a tease to leave him that much more embarrassed, but...also that much more aroused.

[i]They really mean this...[/i]

He told himself not to listen too hard, but the compliments and playful teasing just kept coming, telling him how big his ass was, how suitable it was for fucking, how soft and generous it was, how it gave at a touch and -

"Ah!"

He gasped as they suddenly spread the cheeks again, this time rubbing fingers over his rim. He tried to pull away, but they were stronger. Gentler than other demons, they still had the strength to keep him from running away, and he shivered as they kept him spread, kept him exposed, kept showing him off and –

"And so well-trained. Look at him, such a beautiful hole."

"Well-stretched, but hardly ruined. No, just well-seasoned, well-exposed."

"Badgers know how to make other people feel good. Mmmm, and they say that we horses have the best rumps. No, it's badgers."

"Let us show you some appreciation for this wonderful rump, good badger; let us give you a taste of what sort of pride you should have in this wonderful rump."

Eoghann's head spun like a top. He'd been teased for having a fat ass, he'd been pushed around and used, and he'd even been made to enjoy having others stare at it and treat it like an indulgence, but he'd [i]never[/i] had someone show his rump this much love before. It felt so strange that it almost felt wrong, but at the same time, there was no denying just how hard it was getting him. He wanted to say no, wanted to avoid falling into the trap, but -

But there was something...something unique, and different, and lovely about the whole thing. And...and if he knew that there was a hedonistic trap there, maybe he could avoid it. Maybe...maybe it was fine to just go along with it, and see what happened.

"Okay, fine, but...but no tricks," he muttered.

"Mmmm, let us feast on that gorgeous rump."

"Spread him. Let's show him what that ass deserves..."

Eoghann huffed, but bent forward, feeling the demons taking hold of his cheeks. He didn’t know where this was going to end up going, but he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement to find out.

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

Summary: Finishing off Sensation, we move on to display, and oh, the things we find there…

Tags: M/M, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Display, Oral, Orgasm, Cum, Showing Off, Teasing, Bull, Maned Wolf, Badger, Reindeer, Various Species, Bear, Butt Focus, Stretch, Gape, Series, Embarrassment,