War
- January 1. This is not a war among men. The Angels and The Demons have been at war for the last millennium over who would control Earth. They fight among us, hiding as our own, living ordinary lives as humans until they are called up to fight the good fight. Each day members from each side are kidnapped, killed, tortured, or worse. And today, in a warehouse in the outskirts of Toronto, The Demons have caught an angelic spy.War
"Well well, look what we have here, a little angel boy trying to infiltrate our ranks.." Cross, the lead demon laughed as he tied the last thick knot, keeping the boy tied up against the steam pipe. The angel no longer held his wings inside his body, having no need to stay in his human form, as they lowered to his bruised chest. Cross stood back, watching the young man struggle against the pipe, admiring his work. Cross has also shed his human form, no longer a young programmer at an insurance company, his demonic exterior far less pleasing to the eye, a leathery looking ebony skinned demon with ferocious and quite terrifying horns protruding from his forehead, similar bony structures dotting his body. The Angels have a basic human form at all times, except that they have wings that they can easily hide. However, The Demons true forms were far more hideous, nothing like the human forms they take on. Their bodies so distorted and mutilated that they only hardly resemble humans even when they tried. And right now, they were not trying to look human. They were trying to look like Demons, and they were. Five of the fiercest, foulest, and cruelest demons this side of the Earth's crust, and they were in this warehouse - with just one little Angel.
Behind Cross, a smaller demon, had just shed off his human skin, revealing a smaller, reddish imp with a nice little bubble butt and the cutest little face, that is, for a demon. All features that would have been great in the human world, but only drew the worst kind of attention on him in the underworld. He barely escaped the constant abuse in the depths of hell by tagging along with Cross on his mission on earth, by becoming the crew's fuck-toy and portable toilet. It was a fate worse than death admittedly, but when death was never a concern to the denizens of hell, their 'deaths' serving as more of a pit stop than a full reincarnation. His name was Imp, and he lived a pitiable existence, only marked by the occasions on when there was someone new to beat on - like now. Besides Imp, there were Dime and Nickel: twin brothers who slept with each other as frequently as they fought each other, their cocks meeting just as frequently as their teeth and claws did. They were both furry brown beasts with little patches of green throughout and sheaths to match that would put any human boy to shame.
And finally, behind them all, Beast, the...'muscle' as it were of the group. Big, fat, black and oddly shaped, sporting a full head of brown hair, he had to wear two pairs of underwear in his human form to keep his cock from ripping through the fabric due to its girth. He also wore an XXL Chicago Bears tank even in his demon form because, well, although he is a demon, he loved them bears, and the lazy, musky beast found it too much work to take off. Those five were the demon street team that had been sent to the east side of Toronto, living in a abandoned car factory off the interstate.
And the angel, the lone angel, had heard word of the demonic presence in the area and tried to sneak around in the guise of a tourist from England. Nonetheless, his aura of good was detected by Greater Demon Cross, who was currently pushing the angel's cute little face against a burning steam pipe. The angel cried out as his flesh sizzled against the burning pipe, whimpering and sobbing as he was forced to endure the torture of the large black demon. "I don't know who sent you...boy, not that it really fucking matters. By the time we're done with you, you'll wish you were in hell. You're gonna become our little fallen angel bitch boy, which is why I assume you came all this way. Well don't you worry, it'll be our early Christmas present to you."
A fallen angel is an angel who, by either slavery, possession, mind control, or just plain defection, falls victim to the baser desires that lay within them. Many demons have converted an angel for example, by filling them stomach to throat with their fluids, whether that be semen, piss, saliva or anything else they can think off, the overload of their senses, their own power mixed with the demonic powers of the liquids perverting their bodies. Tails would grow from their bums, hooves would replace 'proper' feet and toes, their wings frequently molting their feathers to be replaced by leathery, thick skin as they became slaves to the lust instilled into them.
"So, do you want to become a slave to us the easy way, or the hard way?" Dime stepped forward, grinning. "Because the hard way is just so much more fun." The angel knew of the demons' ways, and knew that he would have to do his best to withstand it. If he could just keep his mind and sanity intact until backup arrived, he would be alright, as long as he didn't fall prey to the toxins that were about to surge through his body and imprison his mind and soul. There was, and is, a limit to what anyone can take, and Cross was going to enjoy finding out how much his was. The life that would lay ahead of the angel would be far worse that that of Imp's, who at least was a native born demon. A recently fallen angel was the lowest rung on the demonic pole, and therefore would forever spend eternity taking demonic pole. He couldn't let this happen; he wouldn't!
"Imp, come here" Cross spoke in a steady, deep, intimidatingly calm voice. To this call, Imp quickly snapped to attention, crawling over awkwardly, knowing that any disobedience would be met with the harshest punishment afterward. He could still taste his last mistake. "Imp!" Imp whimpered in fear and recoiled as if he were about to be struck, but Cross was just standing there calmly. "Undress the boy. And do it...slowly."
To even imply that he could do anything sexy or right was beyond a compliment to the demon, who stood on his haunches at the sound of the words of praise. Cross noted this immediately, grabbing Imp by the tail as he began to scuttle towards The Angel. He pulled the tail backward with one very strong motion, causing the demon to squeal out in pain. "No, no, no, I've changed my mind, bitch. Head down. Ass up." Imp looked behind himself with fear and disbelief, he thought he'd finally get a night to have fun for once, not be the object of the others pent up aggression again.. "B-but.." "No buts, bitch." Cross slapped him down with the side of his paw, growling. "You fucking little slut, thought that just because we actually had work to do today that you'd be off the hook? I should just kill you now, and let those Arch-Demons down in hell have their way with you again."
"N-no!! I'm so sorry sir, please ,please no, please beat me, rape me, hurt me, cut me, anything, please don't send me back!!" Imp pressed his face against the ground, rubbing it roughly against the gravel, allowing the rocks to cut along his soft cheeks as he groveled with no shame in front of the other men. "P-please, I'll be good, I'll take it like a good boy!"
"Who said that -I- was going to have anything to even do with you, you goddamn fucking whore? I wouldn't want to dirty my hands. Plus, we have a far more special guest. Dime, Nickel, go have some fun with the boy."
The two brothers grinned at each other, moving towards the trembling black demon. "I got his ass, bro."
"No way man, you got his ass last time, it's my turn." "No way bro, it's -my- turn"
Cross turned around from watching the angel as he tried to figure out what he was going to do with him. "You can both have his fucking ass, I'm quite sure our little Impy can handle it, right?"he laughed snidely as he patted the head of the demon condescendingly, knowing that even with an abused hole like Imp had, two cocks like Nickel and Dime had would literally tear the imp's ass in two. A tear began to roll down Imp's cheek, he knew better than to try to argue, he'd just be raped that much harder.
He braced himself for the first green and brown cock to enter him, but the two boys were too busy rubbing their two uncut cocks against one another. The boys seemed to love the feeling of their wet skins rubbing against each other, their slimy, greasy foreskins sliding into one anothers sheaths to much bother with the tail hole of the boy in front of them. Beast continued to just watch disinterestedly, walking away towards a vending machine and punching the glass in and grabbing a couple bags of snacks, munching them disinterestedly, crumbs dropping on his chest as he sat back and watched the twins going at each other. "Fucking amateurs..." He thought aloud, wondering how they even knew where to stick their dicks besides within family members, Eventually, the first of the fat two brother cocks rubbed against his red and bruised pucker, slapping up against it with loud, wet slaps. The fat green dick slid slowly past the damaged ring of Imp, very slowly sliding up into Imp's body,before slamming in with violent force. Dime placed his two curled claws upon his slut's shoulders, shoving him down upon his cock, outright slamming the poor abused imp down completely as he got bored with waiting to just ram it in. A loud squeal echoed through out the abadoned factory on the outskirts of Toronto, but not for long, as the imp was hilted by Dime, the slimy brown cock tearing open old wounds and ripping new ones, the filthy demon moaning as the imp's blood stung at his cock.
"Hey, don't hog all the fun, bro!" Nickel was quick to push his cock up against his brother's, sliding it in with great force to just get it past the opening, as Imp screamed louder in pain, causing Cross to rush over from hawking what was a big fat loogie onto the Angel's face and walked back over to the Imp. He outstreched his hand, and left a big fat red slap across the boy, slapping the boy silly to get him to shut the fuck up. "If you don't fucking hush your mouth, I'll have Beast take over..you want that?" the imp biting his lip and whimpering. It was only with a lot of effort and one loud tearing sound later that the second cock was rammed up inside Imp's body, his entire soul on fire, the pain immense and overwhelming, as the Dime reached over and grabbed the hair of his brother, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, tasting his venom and acid on his tongue as he brought it into his mouth, biting it so roughly as to cause it to bleed, the pair only moaning louder into each others mouths as they tasted that oh so familiar stinging.
"Murr, you...you taste so good brother..." Dime whispered, as he chewed on Nickel's tongue, causing Nickel to moan softly in anticipation, remembering the last time his brother shoved that furry brown cock inside him, something that he had never told the other members of the group about how he secretly lets his brother 'rape' him at night. Nickel, and through the tightness of the imp's body Dime, began thrusting viciously into Imp, their twin brown cocks sliding lewdly in and out of the imp's abused hole, the imp squealing each time his hole closed a little only to have it rudely gaped open again by the twin piercing cocks, their thrusts devastating and erratic as they seemed to really be focusing on furthering their 'love,hate' incestuous make-out session. Nickles tongue writhed as Dime chewed viciously on it, the thick ebony appendage leaking oily, acrid blood into his brother's mouth, the stinging, vile tasting fluid only serving to bring Dime quickly to the edge, his humping of his brothers cock and Imp's filthy abused hole getting outright battering, the friction starting to put a noticeable tear in the imp, the imps own blood stinging both of their cocks now, the pain serving to drive them both over the edge, the twins slamming themselves deep into their little fuck-toy as they began spewing their horrendous, rotten, corrupting poison deep into the bowels of the imp, the pair of them collapsing to the floor together as they spent themselves.
Panting in exasperation, Imp was glad to see that the two of them were still quite 'green' and came within his body without too much ripping though his happiness was short lived as Cross seemed to step out of nowhere, slapping the imp viciously across the face with his cock, leaving a stinging welt on his cheek. His mouth was prodded angrily by the Greater Demon, his mind still muddled for the moment by the pain of the seed eating its way through his bowels. "Alright, you little whore, open up, this demon cock is going down your throat" Cross grabbed Imps jaws and forced them open with little effort, shoving his cock in easily, all 10" of uncut demon meat sliding down into the boy's throat, causing him to choke and gag, vomit rising up to his mouth, but having no where to exit, coming out of his nose just a little bit onto the base of Cross's dick, running down his ballsac. A long, deep scratch across the face later, Cross was pulling up on Imp's hair, growling a deep, window shattering growl. "Think it's fucking funny to vomit on your superior? I've got something for faggots like you, you fucking goddamn bitch".Imp's wait was short lived as he began to feel something wet roll down his slimy black tongue and whimpered silently at the bitter taste. He knew what was coming. Hot, black, burning piss that would burn his insides until their was nothing left inside of him... Not again...The searing waste burned his throat as Cross released his bladder, the size of the cock forcing him to swallow that destructive liquid, the sheer amount of it quickly distending his stomach. The imp thought it would never end, but was glad when he felt Cross' cock pull out
"Don't swallow until I say so, bitch, or else it's triple penetration tonight" Cross spat, Imp being forced to hold a heavy mouthful of that blasphemous-tasting piss. The angel watched all this with amazement and horror, uttering under his breath "S-stop.." The instant he whispered the words, he instantly regretted it, as the gaze of four sets of dark, deep red eyes fixed their gaze upon him in the nearly pitch black room. He lowered his head as he rested it back against the wall with a light thump against the concrete in surrender, as the set of eyes moved towards him, and he closed his eyes...He dreaded what the quintet of demons could, and likely would be doing, to him. 'I cannot break, I must not break. I WILL NOT' he frantically thought to himself. If he could only hold out, only pray to the highest power, he might last long enough to get back 'home' and decontaminate, he might continue his life as a denizen of Heaven. His silent revelry and praying was quickly broken as his sense of smell was seemingly overloaded by something he couldn't even place, his eyes squeezing closed even tighter, not wanting to see just what it was that was offending his sense. It smelled like someone had rolled in ashes and brimstone and then let sweat and musk cake it in for millennia, the smell was horrid...so damned and earthy. The smell continued to get stronger until the point where it felt like his nose was dissolving, his head drooping. He could feel it, his nose becoming rougher it seemed, the smell so strong that he was forced to open his eyes as he tried to wrench his head away from the smell, seeing only a dark blue, and rather tightly stretched fabric, a meaty hand forcing his face back into the wet, vile stomach that had been causing his nose to wrinkle.
"Oi...Seems like our lil angel toy don't like my scent...Ain't that a fuckin' shame" Beast, the demon that had just shoved the angel, and was still in the process of smearing his lil' face into his stomach, laughed darkly. He enjoyed feeling how the angel writhed against him, his wet and pungent flesh straining at the jersey he wore, how the angel's soft skin felt against the strips of flesh that were exposed by his thrashing...It was a good feeling, knowing that he had one so self-righteous and 'holy' in his power. He turned his oddly-shaped head toward Cross, his lopsided mouth torn into a twisted mockery of a smile. "Yo bossman...mind if I take this one? Been awhile since I've gotten to wet da whistle, an Imp is more than happy there" Beast laughs, looking down mockingly at the full-mouthed little demon, his cheeks still warped by the acrid, vile tasting piss that Cross had yet to let him swallow. As if waiting for that moment, the little imp's throat spasms and he begins coughing up the black urine, gagging loudly as he choked the load out. "B- Boss...Don't let him do anything...Your the big guy around here, not him."the imp spits venomously as he tries to impress his leader, drawing a look of pure rage from Cross, and cruel amusement from Beast. Cross growled loudly as he rears back an arm, delivering a vicious looking back hand to Imp, the blow connecting with the imp's head with a resounding crack, the sound echoing through the room as the flesh was torn from the body, ringing painfully against the angel boy's ears, his fear for his life mounting new levels now. Imp's body was flung to one side as his head flew messily towards the other, the slowly dying Imp's body thrashing for several moments as his twisted, feeble heart pumped his sickly yellow blood out onto the floor, sticking to the feet of Cross. Imp only feel the pain for a few moments before his soul was flung back to Hell, his body exsanguinated. Cross sighed as he walked over to where the head lay, picking it up and turning it over in his claws before wedging several talons into the imp's clenched mouth, prying it open stiffly before slamming it onto his cock, chuckling as his cock poked out the bottom of the smaller demon's neck, the imp's weaker blood stinging his cock faintly as he wore Imp's skull as a cod-piece. Finished with the imp's body, Cross turns back to Beast, rolling his neck and sighing. "The little bitch's outburst aside...I guess I could be...a little 'kind' and let you have some fun...Your gonna owe me, again."Cross said, as he took a seat against a set of stacked boxes, watching Beast and the writhing angel. Beast grinned even wider as he turned his head back to the writhing angel, humming quietly as he planned the damned act that would turn the angel into one of their own kind.
Grasping the boy by the hair with one wicked looking paw, he looked down at the wet, red face of the angel. He grinned as he snorted loudly, the other paw slowly undoing the buttons to his jersey, revealing his stomach to the angel. From what he could see, his stomach seemed to be soaked and caked in sweat, grime, and God only knew what. The stench was horrendous, the angel surprised that such a thin layer of cloth could make such a big difference, but it did. The smell of the fat black demon grew to an exponentially horrid level, the angel retching dryly at the smell. "Aww....You really don't like it? Well...then this is really going to fucking suck for ya." Beast laughed as he shoved the angel's face into his stomach, and ground it in. The pasty little angel's head seeming to sink into the demon's belly button, the grime caking the demon's stomach washing over the angel. The angel was once again surprised, as he thought that once his face was smashed into Beast's stomach, he wouldn't be able to smell him...but he was oh so wrong. the smell literally blinded him, the angel screaming and thrashing at the stinging scent, his open mouth only serving to cake the inside of it with the disgusting grime, the taste of old sweat, dirt, and hell itself caked his tongue, searing it painfully as the damned powers perverted his tastes. His eyes fared no better, being caked the same it seemed, his eyes feeling as if they were on fire. Beast groaned loudly as the angel thrashed and screamed, the feeling of his movements and screaming sending orgasmic waves through his stomach, his knees quivering. Not wanting to wet his fat undies too soon, he pulled the angel's face from his stomach, giggling at how...disgusting the angel's face now was. Where the angel's complexion had once been battered but otherwise intact, it was now grimy, black.and in spots cracked and bleeding. "Now that's a face I could do some looking at...Your gonna dirty up nicely angel-boy...but first, gotta take care of some business, hehe..."
Beast laughed, his toes flexing as his bladder urged him to release, grinning wickedly as he knew that if the angel had hated the way his musk and grime had tasted..hoo boy. Reaching down with a meaty paw, he pulled the other article of clothing he seemed to perpetually wear, the double pair of briefs being pulled down, his thick, slimy cock flopping wetly out of the ratty, worn underwear, and slapped audibly against his thigh. The soda bottle of a dick slapping against his leg. Where the other three demons, Imp excluded of course, had length, he had girth, and plenty of it. If the angel had been able to see again at that moment, he would have probably screamed again, Beast's cock easily being the size of the angel's forearm in width. His cock, like all the others, was uncut, the foreskin wrapped tightly around a cudgle of a head, the almost flat tipped meaty bulb drooling a sick looking gray ooze, his foreskin pooling with it, as it dripped onto the floor, pitting the concrete with its vile make.. Groaning loudly, he rolled his skin back and forth several times, the angel thankfully not seeing just how filthy the demon's cock was, moist balls of oddly tinged smegma caking large chunks of his cock head, the filth oozing slowly off of his cock as the presure and movement pushed it off. "Ready for it, you little fairy?" He snidely asked, not really caring or even waiting for a response, wedging the angels mouth open with a fist, and forcing himself into the angel with the other, grabbing the base of his cock and just sliding that sausage right in. His meaty cock stretched the angel's mouth to its limit, the size of it all but dislocating his jaw, keeping him from being able to bite down, the foreskin rolling back again as Beast pushes himself in till he hits the back of the angel's throat, the demon's cheesy and oozing cock coating the angel's tongue in even more vile fluids, the taste of it was unbearable, as if all the evil in the world had been collected into fluid and spread across his tongue. He tried to get accustomed to the cock, but what came after the rough entrance kept him from doing so. With a loud grunt, Beast began unloading his bladder into the angel, his searing hot, mold coloured urine surging down the angel's throat, his stomach beginning to fill as it attempted to take what the demon was giving him. As if the disgrace of being used as a demon's urinal wasn't enough, Beast began thrusting brutally as he pissed, mixing the three viler fluids on his cock in the angel's mouth, the pressure of it forcing him to swallow it down. The angel feared that his body would burst with the sheer volume of Beast's bladder, but, his stomach merely expanded to accept the full contents of the demon, though even then it was beginning to back up into his pristine, angelic throat. Having spent his bladder into the boy, Beast sighs happily and takes a step back, pulling his now stiff and dripping cock from the sputtering mouth of the angel, grinning as he turned to look at the remaining three demons, Cross merely watching the goings on while Nickle and Dime were furiously making out and beating each other off as they watched. Shrugging to himself, he turned back, crouching and taking the still coughing and gagging angels chin in his paw, dragging his tautly drawn face up towards his. "Bet yew enjoyed that, didn't you...You prissy son of a bitch. Well...Hope you got more room in ya." He laughed heartily, his stomach jiggling as he hawked a fat, wet loogie between the eyes of the poor boy, using a talon to cut the binding on the angel's ankles, lifting his ankles up as he stood. The angel tried to fight but he was tired, sore, and had a searing, corrupting...and growingly orgasmic load of piss in his stomach. He merely twitched as Beast pried his legs further apart, and began positioning himself at the angel's still virgin pucker, his wet, oddly soft foreskin dragging lewdly between the angel's alabaster cheeks, leaving a trail of stinging pre and cheese, his pucker quivering at the feeling as a big fat loogie went down into tailhole, just vile how much the beast could spit. Huffing loudly, Beast pushed his meaty cockhead to the angel's tender pucker, knowing that he had a long and rather arduous passage before him. With a loud grunt, Beast pulls himself partway into the angel, slamming his foreskin and its vile coating right in, helping to pop his improbably large head into the angel's passage, tearing the angel's ass open literally, and sending a rivulet of the angel's oddly soothing blood coursing down his cock. Forging ahead once more, he unceremoniously shoves another five inches into the boy, the angel sobbing loudly as he was being split open. He continued to push as he ground the boys head and face into the cement underneath as he just squatted deeper, getting the cock lodged in as the boy went further up the sick looking cock.
Beast began to rut himself deeply within the boy as he was slammed again against the hard floor, the other demons starting to come around to watch, Cross with Imp's impaled head around his dick, and the two brothers still locking lips, trading spit loogies between each other as beast rutted in again, getting himself nearly halfway within the angel. The angel felt his body slowly beginning to change, his skin feeling inhuman around him, his wings seemingly melting off the bone as he struggled weakly, the slimy smegma littered across Beasts furry crotch hair melting along his leg as he felt his body losing control..this was all far too much at once..there was no way that he could.. In that one instant, his mouth was wedged open roughly by a pair of very strong, leathery claws, as he came face to face with Imp, or at least the disembodied head of Imp, as Cross began to teabag the angels mouth, letting his fat black hairy sac just dip right into the angels throat. He straddled his face hard as he made Imps face push right against the angels's, the yellow goop from the head dripping across his face and nose, as he was forced to take the huge sac in his throat, the angel barely conscious as the fat piece of meat remained wedged inside of him. And then there were the brothers.
Nickle and Dime paced around the pairing excitedly, tangled together still. They had already gotten off, and were just wondering what there was they could do, before their eyes fell on a pile of discarded office supplies with a like mind, staring at the desk supplies on the ground. Their eyes met with a sickening fire, as they pried apart and ran to the pile to dig through it, finding push pins, staplers, and binder clips of various sizes. They grinned wickedly as they hefted their chosen supplies, and approached the outstretched body of the boyish angel. They rochambeau'd for the right to go first, Nickel kicking his brother in the crotch and pushing him aside in the middle of the game, snickering as he pulled a stapler out, setting the rest of his supplies down, clacking the stapler menacingly, though the angel was preoccupied with being utterly violated, the bones in his wings breaking and resetting over and over, a thin membrane bleeding out of the joints. He soon hear that noise a become a lot louder as he felt a sudden, and sharp searing pain in the tip of his own foreskin was suddenly, and viciously, clamped by something, a dull stabbing pain seeming to follow. He let out a breath as he tried to inhale his pain and take the single blow, but he was soon proven wrong as he felt the pain again, this time a little to the left...and again further....the pain seemed to continue along his cock from all sides, every other second...every other thrust from the demon still filling him with hot, vile fluids...every dip of the hairy, and growingly tasty fat sac...was punctuated by that pain. His foreskin was being stapled to his cock! He couldn't move at all, his legs going numb from the foreign object so violently dumped into him. "Cross....Since the little pussy cherub can't see whats going on, why don't you tell him that I've just stapled his cock closed, and stapled all that filthy..very uncherubic excess skin of his shaft into a raised position. Now, since this little slut had so much extra sking...I have some clips that will be going on the rest of it." Nickle laughed, as he tosses the stapler aside, unintentionally conking his writhing brother on the head. The angel screamed into the sac in his mouth, the idea that his...immaculate body was being further destroyed by these vicious spawn..these hellspawn...it just..couldn't be like this. Nickel seemed to be channeling the angels very fears as he began clipping what little skin he could in the cold, metal binder clips, the rounded edges pinching the skin, small rivulets of blood seeping down his shaft, coating his sac in thankfully soothing blood...though that joy itself was short lived, the sound of a tussle, and Nickle being kicked aside came to his ear. "Well boss....Nickle got all the nice stuff that clips...I got all the pins....Imma make his sac look like a pin cushion." the other demon twin laughs, as Dime pops the pin case, shaking it softly as the thin metallic tacks rattle around. Setting the case on the ground, he used one hand to pull the angels nuts up and tight, unable to resist to urge to lick them, spitting at the lemony, powdery taste of the angel, and then slapped the balls with a ferocious slap, the sound echoing around the building. His work started quickly the first pin being pushed into the tender flesh at the base of the angel's shaft, the angle writhing as the sharp instrument broke the skin, softly quivering as the demon reached for another, and pushed it in a few millimeters below the first, the bases of the pins touching. He begins repeating the process down along the thick medial vein that divided the angel's sack, a veritable rainbow of plastic tops dividing the halves of the angels sack, and stretched from the base of the cock, which Dime decided looked better now that it had a ring around it, all the way to the angel's perineum. It was several agonizing minutes before the demon ran out of room on the sac for the pins to go into, the angels groin completely obscured by pins all over his sac and up onto the base of his dick, the foreskin spread tight and stapled together. And then came the final step. The sounding rod. Or..at least, the pencil.
The angel screamed like he never had screamed before, the feeling of the demon's forcing his cock to tear itself apart as they shoved that pencil in past the stapled foreskin, pushing the thick pencil in just past the tip as the angel's cock resisted it, twitching and his body humping wildly, going back onto the now nearly fully in him beast. He felt the skin begin to stretch, the binder clips pinching tighter before flying off, the skin growing weak in between the stapled skin, before beginning to tear. The pain was unlike anything else, even worse than the cock flooding his bowels with infernal seed. he screamed and thrashed, the sac in his mouth being pulled away, Cross knowing that this would be something he would want to hear. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, OR SATAN, OR WHATEVER....MAKE IT STOP...I'LL DO ANYTHING....JUST MAKE IT FUCKING STOP....PLEASE" the angel screamed, his eye sight returning for one moment as Cross leaned in, smiling with a row of vicious fangs, his lips moving...the sound reaching him at the same time the blissful darkness did. "As you wish, demon."
HB & Neox
2010