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

Chapter 4

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Despite the somewhat ominous greeting to the Circle of Indulgence, Eoghann didn’t feel the same odd menace that the Circle of Curiosity had carried. As a matter of fact, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew Astaroth was an Archfiend and thus the ruler of a plane of Hell, and could not leave it without someone else summoning him, the badger might have thought that he was still on the Material Plane. The river was quiet, the sun was shining above, and while the colors were strange, there was still a sense of liveliness to everything around him.

But it was Hell, and he had to remember that. He shifted from foot to foot as the neon-orange, eight-foot-tall boar looked down at him from the middle of the dock. The bathrobe around the Archfiend barely covered his belly and groin, and it left most of his size on display. Long, thick legs, a chunky rump that was doing its best to push the back of the robe up, and more were just out there for all to see.

Eoghann, on the other hand, was still completely naked, and he was doing his best not to be self-conscious about his dangling black dick and heavy balls. Frankly, he was surprised that there was anything left to the latter after everything that Berith had put him through.

Before he could say a word, Astaroth clicked his fingers. Other demons – more boars and porcine figures – emerged from the shoreline and from under the dock. They led the badger forward, helping dress him in a silken robe that was soft as could be. It barely counted as something modest, of course – it stopped just under his balls, [i]just[/i] under – and it was still a similar pink-purple shade to what Astaroth wore, but it was at least something.

“What’s the point of this?” he muttered as the other demons led him toward their master.

“This is my Circle; I thought you would enjoy a little indulgence.”

“It’s so…”

“Soft? Smooth?” Astaroth chuckled. “Indeed. There is no need for anything but the finest in my realm. Come. My palace awaits.”

The other demons led him along, dragging him from the dock to the road. It was a short journey to the city on a hill; it had looked distant from the river, but Eoghann swore that he had taken no more than three steps before they stood before the gates of the great city. They opened, and he stepped through, and somehow, he must have been halfway from the gates to the palace in that one step.

Space was an illusion in the hells, he knew that from his readings, but he’d never imagined that it could be bent and twisted so easily. It was as if he only walked normally when the world around him wanted to let him. The question was, did Astaroth command the Circle, or did the Circle have its own desires?

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of that. There was little enough hope of escape or making a deal with the Archfiends as it was; if the Circles themselves were intelligent, working to keep those inside them where they belonged, then there really was no way out.

As they walked through the city around the great palace, he couldn’t help but stare at what was on offer. Indulgence, it seemed, centered more on food than anything else, and for the first few minutes, Eoghann thought that Astaroth might command gluttony more than anything else.

But as he walked past one shop after another, seeing restaurants of fine dining and artisan bakeries and so much more, he realized that it was anything but just random food, random sustenance stuffed into one’s face.

[i]There is no need for anything but the finest in my realm.[/i]

Astaroth had already said that, but Eoghann hadn’t realized what he meant. This was not a place of simple gluttony, but of utter grandeur.

The demons stopped him in front of a coffee shop. He had seen a few of those in the world above, though they were rare; the beans that were used to make coffee only grew on a continent far from his homeland, and the roasters had to spend so much money on the material that they seldom had money for anything fine in their shops. They were usually dingy, with old metal and rickety cups available for those that wanted to buy their goods.

But here…

The shop had a transparent wall, a glass rectangle that looked in on a sunny place. Demons and souls alike meandered about, some of them large enough to waddle as they moved along, and on the walls were bound souls and demons alike. One large boar had his arms and legs shoved through the wall, their torso and groin hanging out, and one of the other, more powerful demons walked over and pulled the boar’s cock down, pointing it into a cup and giving it a few strokes.

When the demon moaned, Eoghann could hear the pleasure rippling outward and into his soul. His cock throbbed up beneath his robe as he watched the demon ooze pre-cum, the silvery liquid dribbling into the cup. The stroking demon tilted his coffee from side to side, almost like he was trying to paint something on the surface of his drink, before finally letting go of the shaft.

It was somehow more than just casual. There was something decadent about the way that the demons were approaching it, like they were turning it into something of a casual yet fine art form in taking pleasure and food from each other.

There was far more to see as the demons led him through the city. They paused in a public square, where feminine souls had been jammed together, their legs crossed over each other, their sexes grinding and their tits sliding off of one another. They glistened, and for a moment, he thought that the lot of them had been oiled up and put there as an art installation.

Not the most sensible thing in the world, but certainly nice. They were all pleasantly plump, a little jiggle going through everything, and it made their curves that much larger. They shivered as they subtly ground together, huffing and gasping in quiet symphony with one another. The various species present made it somehow much interesting, more intense than it would have been with a mono-species construction.

And then, a trough was lowered from above, connecting to one of the tall, red-stone buildings that lined the city streets. Something clicked far above, and Eoghann blinked as the fruity smell of red wine hit his nose.

A split-second later, the red wine left the trough, falling in a fountain of red and claret across the females in the middle of the square. They arched their backs, pressing all the more firmly against each other as the wine rained down, the red running across their bodies, between their breasts, along their stomachs and thighs and down their legs. As they writhed beneath the flow, they moaned, their eyes rolling back, their lips parting to catch some of the drink that was falling upon them.

And as Eoghann stared at the sensual display, others jostled past him, rushing out of restaurants and more to get their drink. Demons and captive souls latched their lips onto the females, sucking on wine-soaked nipples, lifting legs to let the wine run down their limbs and toes and licking it from their feet, dragging their tongues along the bare bodies and getting intoxicated on pleasure and alcohol at the same time.

The display was something that the badger had never seen on the Material Plane, and he doubted that he ever would. The cost of that much wine would have broken the banks of anything short of a full guild of merchants, and the sheer difficulty of getting it all put together would have made it impossible. It was a passing indulgence that would have overwhelmed all practicality.

But he was starting to understand. Here, practicality meant nothing. All that mattered was the pleasure of the moment, and the indulgence of the fine things.

He still didn’t understand how this was supposed to be Hell, though. Even with everything that he knew about how Hell was more a place where self-control was destroyed and inhibitions blasted away, he had thought that it would be a darker place, more horrifying, and…

And it wasn’t. The church had not just been wrong, but it had been absolutely, utterly wrong.

[i]Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me?[/i]

He saw many other things on the tour through the city. He saw a grizzly bear on all fours in a bakery, his ass cheeks getting frosted by a pair of demon bakers, his rim pulled open and a frosting poured over it, only to dribble out like a lava cake. He saw a trio of rats, their arms bound behind their heads and their cocks thrust forward with whipped cream and fruits decorating their groins, and the soft licks of demons indulging in their pleasures as they licked them clean again and again, only to coat them once more.

The one that stood out most, however, was a candy-shop, one that was seemingly run by a stallion soul, and who was making caramel.

They paused to watch, the stallion darting from one pot to another, stirring the molten sugar and creams that were bubbling up to make his candy. He never paused, and never seemed to take the slightest care of what might happen to his dangling dick as he moved from one pot to another. It was a dance, a dance that showed off the horse’s bouncing rump, his powerful arms, and his oversized cock.

And then, right at the end, he paused and tipped a spoon into one of the vats. He lifted it up and walked to the door, stepping out and –

Eoghann’s eyes went wide as the horse tilted the spoon and covered his cock with the hot caramel, running it down his shaft. He waited for the scream, for the illusion to break from the pain, but…

But there was none of that.

The horse just grinned as he decorated his cock in caramel, swinging the little spoon in side-to-side motions that left a beautiful drizzle of the candy syrup along his shaft. It should have burned him, but perhaps here, pain was secondary. Perhaps pain did not even exist in the realm of Indulgence.

Regardless, the demons leaned forward, two of the boars that had been escorting him through the city leaning down and licking the caramel from the horse’s shaft. The candy-maker moaned, bucking his hips ever so slightly, but they didn’t continue. Once the candy was cleaned away, they were off once more, and the stallion went back to his candy-making without a word, only a whistle.

His head was spinning by the time they reached the palace. Time and space twisted, and they went from entryway to throne room to banquet hall in three simple steps. Silence became din, and he blinked as he looked around the room.

It was a banquet hall, alright, but one that was filled with as much orgy as feast. Long tables of naked souls were laid out, all with their heads either resting on cushions or on the rumps of another, and all with their asses up in the air, with decorations and food spread out upon them.

Here and there, he saw the demons were taking advantage of that, but almost none were actually fucking the living platters. One was, and the pink pig demon was getting a mocking for it on the far side of the room, but most merely offered their cocks to the mouths of their ‘platters,’ instead choosing to occupy themselves with the treats on the hind-end.

“Ah, there you are.”

Astaroth. He turned as the massive orange boar approached without the slightest sound, a reminder of the Archfiend’s power. The bigger male clapped a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Welcome to the feast. By now, I’m sure you know what’s going to happen.”

“This feels…”

“Yes?”

“…What do I do?” Eoghann asked.

“All you have to do is get naked and get on the table. We’ll do the rest; you just have to go along with it.”

It still felt oddly wrong, even surreal that this was so kind compared to the Hell that he had been imagining when he’d lost his soul to the Archfiends. He kept telling himself that there had to be some underlying corruption, some punishment to losing his soul, but he couldn’t think of what it could be. The badger could only see the pleasure all around him, the indulgence of every demon and soul, and wonder how it would feel to be like them for the next seven years.

Seven years. Oh. That might be it. How could someone not get bored with this for seven whole years?

Nevertheless, he shrugged off the robe. One of his escorts took it, and he was led to one of the empty cushions on the central table. As he stepped up on it, he could feel the eyes of so many party-goers on him, all staring, all grinning at the sight of –

“Quite the plump platter,” Astaroth said, and Eoghann huffed as the boar demon groped his rump. “Now, on all fours, there’s a good badger.”

Cheeks burning, the naked badger did as he was told. He got down on all fours, then lifted his hips as some of the attendants reached over and started stuffing cushions under his hips. His cock was pinned between two of them, almost forming a bit of a fuckable channel once he put his weight back down on them. Embarrassing, but just like all the other things he’d seen, rich and luxurious and…more than a little sensual, he realized, and he could feel his cock starting to throb a bit from every little motion as he worked himself into a comfortable position.

Forcing himself to hold still rather than let his hips hump against the edge of the pillows, he bit his lips as the other demons stepped forward with more traditional platters. They took bits of finger-food – trimmed meats, bits of bread and cheese, and other such snack-like foods, all of the highest quality – and laid them over his rump. He could feel the chill and the warmth, the difference in temperature across his cheeks, and his face burned all the hotter as he realized that they were deliberately pushing down on his rump in places to make it dimple and form little spaces for the food to rest.

Astaroth hummed as the greater boar rearranged how he was positioned. Eoghann just went with it, allowing his legs to be spread further, his feet pulled further apart, and he slumped lower and lower. His cock all but disappeared between the cushions, leaving all the focus on his rump and his sac.

[i]Mmmph…fuck…[/i]

The demons were gathered all around him, muttering to themselves as another stepped near with a gravy boat in hand. The whispers were just loud enough for Eoghann to pick up, and his ears flicked back and forth as he listened.

“Quite the broad platter.”

“But quite lovely. I hear that this one bounces very nicely with the right ‘support rod,’ heh.”

“He has a lovely scent, though; a very complimentary musk to the food on him.”

“Not quite right for that cheese, however. We’ll have to adjust it later, but a good start.”

“Do you think he’ll get bigger?”

“I hope so; they all do, eventually.”

[i]Bigger?[/i]

Badgers already had reputations for being ‘jiggle-butts’ and worse for the people on the Material Plane. Most believed that he had to be another bottom before he started proving himself. The idea that he might actually get [i]more[/i] heft to his rump had never occurred to him, but –

All those people in the city, all the souls, had been…plump. None of them had been outright fat, none of them obese, but none of them had been what one would call ‘fit.’ Fat rumps, thick thighs, broad curves; those had all been commonplace out there, and that…

That was his fate?

He opened his mouth, only to gasp as the sauce was finally poured over him. It was slick, buttery, and it was rich enough that he almost felt like the fat was getting absorbed through his skin. It felt like bathing in cream, almost, and he shivered as it slid over his rump, between the cheeks, right over his hole.

[i]Holy…[/i]

It was somewhere past sensual. This was actually sexual, and the feeling of the buttery sauce running along his hole and dripping off his balls was something that he’d never imagined before.

It was…it was more than enough to get him hard.

The little whispers from above were not helping, either. The constant commentary on the size of his ass, the way that he was objectified, the way that they were comparing the heft of his rump to that of a rat two platters over, and –

Mmmmph. Oh, his cock was hard. His cock was almost painfully hard.

And then they started indulging. He felt them pick up the bits of finger-food from his rump, a little grope followed by a slow, delicate stroke of the cheese or the meat or something else between his cheeks. They dipped, they sopped, they poked and prodded with their food against his taint, his sac, and even his hole.

[i]Oh…my…gods…[/i]

The war between humiliation and arousal was fierce. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation in his mind fought against the strange new pleasure of being the focus of so many people at once, particularly those that were interested in playing with his ‘platter’ and enjoying the food and sauce on it. He wanted it and didn’t want it, and the urge to declare himself a person rather than a platter fought with the need to just sit there and enjoy it.

As the confusion pushed him every which way, another ‘platter’ was brought to him, a smaller boar that was perhaps his size, maybe a bit smaller. The boar’s cheeks were presented to him, and before he could say a word, Astaroth himself stepped forward with another boat of sauce.

“Here, Eoghann. Indulge yourself. You should be having pleasure, as well.”

The dark wine and fruit sauce dribbled free, swung side to side over the pink cheeks offered up to him. Curving lines ran across the sides and the broad width of the demon’s rump, and a greater pool of it went right under his curly tail, running down over his pucker and further still.

There was not much he could do but go along with it. After a split-second’s hesitation, Eoghann leaned in and gave the edge of the cheek a small lick.

It was…heaven.

His eyes all but bugged out of their sockets at the first taste, and his mouth hung open as the taste of ripe cherries and raspberries exploded on his tongue. The rich complexities of wine followed, as well as the richness of other things that he had no name for.

Before he could stop himself, he had his muzzle buried between the pig’s cheeks, dragging his tongue up along the taint and then right into the cheeks. He tasted the gentle bitterness of flesh beneath the taste of the sweet fruit sauce, and the two tastes complimented each other beyond anything that he had ever imagined.

Lick, lap, suck. He dragged his tongue over that hole and jammed it in, seeking for more of the rich taste in the deepest part of it. The pig demon moaned over his head, but he barely heard it; his thoughts had turned toward pleasure, toward indulgence, and he could not stop himself.

He fell into indulgence and didn’t look back.

#

Hours passed. He had tasted dishes savory and sweet, sour and bitter, from one rump-platter after another. His own had been cycled around, and more than once, he had been ‘indulged’ in by others in the same way that he had dived head-first into the fruit rump. The pleasure had been intense, and so had been the tastes that he had been given. He honestly didn’t know which he preferred, and that was startling in and of itself.

The evening wound on, and he didn’t know when it happened, but at some point, he had been shifted from his cushion platter to Astaroth’s stomach. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, or why, or when, but it was oddly comforting to be on the large man’s broad belly.

“Mmmph…”

And it was nicer still to have the boar’s hands on his ass cheeks, holding them apart and feeling the soft puff, puff, puff of warm air against his hole. He leaned down, his cheeks finding the boar’s cock.

Somehow, he knew what to do. He didn’t even ask, or need to be told. He was so far down the rabbit hole of just having fun for fun’s sake that he didn’t even think about what he was doing. Eoghann opened his mouth and let the shaft slide in, moaning under his breath as he tasted the familiar flavor of cock, though covered in something else.

He bobbed his head along it, letting it go all the way to the back of his throat, and then back out again. Forward, back, forward, back, feeling the familiar flow of pre-cum down his throat, but –

But there was something about the taste that hit him hard. There was a richness to it, a sweetness that wasn’t like the fruit or the candied things that he had eaten before, but something different, something…richer. He moaned around it, going back to the head and flicking his tongue around it. The badger focused his attention there, his tongue flicking over and over the boar’s cock tip as he contemplated what the flavor –

“Mmmmph…”

And then he had the feeling of that big tongue working along his ass to contend with. It moved from the back of his balls all the way up to the top of his pucker, tugging on his rim and almost opening him up from the pressure the tongue put on him. He groaned, more and more shivers running down his spine, and he tried to arch his back against it, only to have a hand press down at the base of his tail. His cock stayed pinned against the other man’s chest, making him focus more on the pleasure of his ass and the taste of that cock.

So, he focused on it. He dragged his tongue over the head again, again, again, keeping it dripping, and he tried to think of what the taste reminded him of –

“Mmmph!”

Only to have his focus destroyed again by the Archfiend’s tongue diving in. Not just licking around his hole now, but going inside it ever so slightly. The [i]ease[/i] with which it just slid in would have had him biting pillows in another setting. As it was, he huffed and chuffed, groaning around the cock down his throat.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

He kept sucking, kept tasting. The pre-cum flowed harder, the Archfiend’s pre-seed flowing more easily and more freely than other partners that he had, and he realized that Astaroth wasn’t trying to hold back like some of his past lovers. The boar was here to indulge, and that meant letting loose however often he liked.

It only took another minute for the boar to cum, and when he did, the Archfiend barely grunted. He certainly didn’t stop the anal assault, and he certainly didn’t give Eoghann any mercy as the creamy, yet slightly chalky cum went right down the badger’s throat. Pulse, pulse, pulse, before the pumping finally came to a stop, and the badger finally realized what it was he had been tasting.

Meringue. It tasted like meringue.

He shivered, his head unable to stop its motions. Up, down, up, down, wanting more, even as the boar spread his cheeks wider. He…he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to indulge. He needed to enjoy himself…

#

[i]Six months in Indulgence…[/i]

Eoghann was the centerpiece of the Harvest Festival. He didn’t know what it involved, but he knew that his ass looked like a pumpkin. The edible paint and everything else that had been put together had his cheeks painted bright orange, and his hole had been painted a deep green to imitate the stem on a pumpkin.

And he was right in the town square, where the wine fountain had been for the past few months.

The display would have embarrassed him months ago, but he had almost forgotten what embarrassment felt like. He knew that it existed, but he no longer understood how or why it worked. He just enjoyed the feeling of all those eyes on him.

“All hail the Harvest Pumpkin!”

Boar demons grabbed his cheeks, spreading them wide for the audience of demons and souls that had come to see it. He bit his lips, huffing as his cock slid against his stomach. A large ring supported his waist as it lifted him up, up, up for the crowd to see, his legs dangling and the demons rising with him to keep jiggling his ass.

The bouncy, rippling feeling as they displayed his rump was something he’d learned to love. The jiggly feeling had become something that was almost as good as a handjob, and Eoghann couldn’t stop himself from getting harder and harder the more that his ass was fondled. Bounce, bounce, squeeze; bounce, bounce, squeeze.

The ring lifted him ten feet off the ground, and the demons finally let go of his ass. The cheeks came together with a clap, and the crowd cheered. Despite the whole thing, he felt proud. Proud of his ass, proud of how they loved it.

As a set of stairs were brought forward, he heard the demons lining up. They were going to lick the paint right off his ass and then –

Well, then he didn’t know what would happen. Nobody had explained how the festival worked. All he knew was that it was going to feel [i]good.[/i]

#

[i]Two years, six months in Indulgence…[/i]

Eoghann moaned as he took his first step into the cream bath. It was so different to the feeling of bathing in water or wine, though the latter was certainly an indulgence in and of itself. Both of them, however, were so thin compared to cream, and so much less luxurious compared to this.

He swore that it squished between his toes to an extent, and he wondered if the constant movement through the bath had stirred the heavy cream enough to turn it somewhat whipped at the very bottom. The badger decided that it didn’t matter and just kept walking through it, making his way to the boar demons at the far end of the pool.

As his ass fell beneath the surface, and then his stomach, he just savored the feeling of movement. The cream felt like it was stroking him with every step, the thick liquid so rich and indulgent. He reached down and pulled some of it to his lips, something that he never would have done in the world above. It might have been spoiled up there, or contaminated, or something that would have left him sick, but not down here. The Circle of Indulgence made sure that every bit of pleasure just encouraged one to enjoy themselves.

And the cream was rich and sweet. It left him smiling, his eyes fluttering as he kept walking through it.

The demons welcomed him with a grin, squeezing his hips and pulling him closer. One reached behind him, spreading his ass cheeks with one broad hand and sliding a finger between them. Eoghann moaned at the gentle touch to his asshole; after so much tongue-play back there, he couldn’t stop himself from feeling it so much more than he used to. The raw pleasure of getting that finger deeper, however –

“Mmmph…”

“Yeah, just let it all out, little platter,” one of them muttered, reaching down and jostling his balls. “Gotta keep the cream fresh, right?”

“Mmmph…mmm-hmm…”

“Go on. Just enjoy yourself. Let it all out.”

He was already dripping pre-cum. With all the lush richness around him, he could only imagine how much others had already contributed. The lines of cream ran all the way up the sides of the great bathhouse tub, and he could only imagine how much richness was from the pleasure of others.

He leaned against the side of the bath, his ass just barely breathing the surface, and the boar demon chuckled as he spread the cheeks further.

“Let’s help this platter freshen up the place…”

#

[i]Five years in Indulgence…[/i]

He was bigger. He had noticed it months ago, but he’d put it down to imagination. Considering he still walked everywhere, that he still moved around, worked out, he was sure that it was nothing, or if it was something, that it was something minor, something small.

It was not.

Eoghann moaned as he licked the steak sauce from the abs of one of Astaroth’s personal guards, all while he reached back and spread his cheeks for another boar. The feeling of a cock sliding past the syrup all over his ass was surprisingly sensual, a feeling that was so much better than lube and dick, and the muscles almost seemed to have their own taste against his tongue that complimented the taste of the steak, its juices, and its sauce.

His head spun as he groped his own ass, feeling the heft and weight and [i]give[/i] that it had these days. He wasn’t fat, wasn’t even [i]that[/i] out of shape, but he could tell that he was definitely bigger. There was a softness there that he had never tolerated in himself in the world above, and yet, it had snuck up on him here and –

“Mmmmph…”

The clap-crack of flesh on flesh was just as good as it always was, but so was the bounce that came afterward. He’d never been [i]this[/i] aware of the heft of his own ass, and he had never felt this much like the fat-ass badger stereotype before. The very idea of someone seeing his ass like this, bouncing like some slut’s in a club, would have humiliated him years ago.

Now…

Now it was almost enticing.

[i]This is Hell?[/i] he thought as he dragged his tongue along the boar’s hard abs again. [i]This isn’t Hell. This…this is almost heaven…[/i]

He moaned as he was fucked, the pace slow and gentle compared to his other lovers. There was no hurry to get off, no need to speed up and take it harder. It was better to take it slow, to indulge, to find the choicest of positions and pleasures before committing to one. That was just the right way to do it.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

As the boar pushed him forward, the soft chuckle that he’d come to associate with Astaroth filled his ears. The neon-orange boar rubbed his head, the touch somewhere between possessive and affectionate. It was hard to tell the difference.

“You look like you’re having fun,” the boar Archfiend said.

“Mmm…”

“Just remember, you only have two years left here.”

“Nnnngh…”

“I know. It’s part of the contract, though. Just remember, I’ll see you again forty-two years after you left.”

“Mmmph…don’t want to go…”

“Heh. Neither does anyone else that comes here. But remember. This is Hell.”

Eoghann groaned, turning his head back to the boar’s abs. If he was going to be forced to leave, then this was Hell, indeed. And he would forget that for now, at least, and just enjoy the two years he had left as if they would go on forever.

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

Summary: Eoghann finds out what Indulgence has to offer, and starts to wonder how this place can be called a Hell.

Tags: M/M, F/solo, F/F, M/solo, Objectification, Ass Growth, Food Play, Rimming, Oral, Blowjob, Food, Indulgence, Fingering, Anal, Ass Focus, Ass Worship, Series, Demons, Badger, Boar, Cum, Orgasm,