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Rise of a Troopa Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Sabinmoon

Sunlight shone down in narrow columns through the canopy of trees outside the old school, the red and white bricks holding back the passage of time in an unyielding tradition. Busses had lined up along the north side of the school, unleashing students in steady streams toward the building. The autumn air was fresh with the smell of crushed leaves, dry evenings and new clothes. Students were dressed in their best, wearing brand new pairs of slacks and jeans, crisp linen shirts and shoes with virgin tread... save for a humble few, like Ethan Miller.

Fall was Ethan's least favorite time of the year, mainly because he stood out so much, or would as soon as he reached campus. The teenager stood across the street, wearing a backpack over one shoulder since the strap had fallen off the other side. He had a sleeveless t-shirt that was a few sizes too big, the arm holes dropping all the way down to his waist. The screen printed band name on the front was unrecognizable as pieces had flecked off, and both knees on his jeans had been blown out. His size thirteen feet rested in worn out shoes, the leather as soft as felt and the rubber yellowed and partially detached from the rest of the shoes.

Ethan looked like one of the many kids that were 'too cool for school' and promptly dropped out, but there was one thing that kept him coming back for more... Free lunches. Frequently the school lunch was the only food he got in a day and it was worth the shame. He took a deep breath and took a step forward, his worn out shoes coming down on the painted cross walk. He merged into the crowds of students on the other side of the street and filtered into the school.

Many glances were cast Ethan's way as people noticed how he stood out, a few wondering if they were the same shoes and shirt he'd worn the entire year before. Ethan navigated through the other students, snaking his way around in a practiced fashion. He'd tried hard not to be noticed, to disappear. It didn't just work for his clothes, it worked for his grades too. As soon as people stopped paying attention to him, it got a lot easier... though Ethan was still capable of catching himself off guard. He reached for the door to the inner halls of the school and froze, catching glance of his reflection.

Ethan's brown hair was sun bleached and quite oily, slicked back and slightly spiked. It didn't look all that bad, though it did look quite dirty. His brown eyes were a bit sad and he threw the door open the rest of the way, not wanting to look at himself anymore. He moved ahead, plotting out routes to disappear the rest of the day. He just had to make it through four classes before he'd get himself some food.

****

After a rather anemic summer, the rich smell of school lunch was wafting up to Ethan's nose. He could smell the salt of the fries, the grease of the pizza, even the crisp spices in the salad dressing. Ethan had taken as much of everything as he could, even doubling up on rolls. His tray was loaded down and it was a feast that he was sure would make him sick after his stomach had shrunk so much, but he didn't care. Ethan just wanted to eat in peace... and peace meant getting the hell out of the cafeteria.

He'd left the lower level, climbing the stairs to the ground floor before taking the cafeteria stairwell up yet another level. There was a balcony high above the rest of the cafeteria, put in place as a landing for the elevator to the second floor. Despite the fact that it towered over the rest of the cavernous space, it had been often overlooked as a hand out spot. Ethan had liked the fact that he could get away from the hoards of rich zombies tapping away on their smart phones and ipods, feeling like he could rise above them all... even if he was only equipped with a food tray.

Ethan ascended step by step, the first smile crossing his face all day as he approached his domain, but as his eye level rose up to the landing, he slowed to a stop. Sitting in his spot nestled against the elevator door frame and the wall was another teenager. His black hair was knotted up into tight dreadlocks and he had a bit of stubble along his jawbone. He had a ratty black and red coat that had numerous holes in it as well as black jeans scribbled on with sharpie.

For a brief moment, Ethan felt his heart flutter. He'd grown up in a trailer park, a poor kid since birth. He'd been surrounded by hicks and alcoholics, he'd had all the early ear marks for teen pregnancy... but one thing had prevented that. For whatever reason, Ethan had figured out around puberty that he was gay. His eyes had been drawn to the red necks, to the mullets and the muscles that surrounded him. Sitting before him was one of his own kind, a down trodden youth... but Ethan's smile faltered as he saw the long rubber cords hanging from the young man's ears.... Earphones leading to a cheap MP3 player, but an MP3 player meant a computer and computer meant more money than Ethan ever had. Ethan debated for a moment before he started to turn, intending to head back down the stairs to find another spot.

"Oh, hey... Did I move into your territory?" came a gruff voice form behind him. Ethan looked over his shoulder a bit nervously.

"Well, it's a new year. Guess its yours now." Ethan said. The black haired teen looked perplexed, a quirky smile crossing his lips.

"Or it could be ours." He offered. Ethan considered for another moment. It was true he'd been scared off by even the hint of money, but at the same time this was the first invitation he'd ever been given to join anyone. Despite the music player, the other teen wasn't too far out of Ethan's league. Ethan considered for a moment before he nodded, moving the rest of the way up. He moved over, sitting down at the guard rail, putting his back to the bars and the rest of his classmates. The other teen grinned.

"I'm Jackson, though everyone calls me Jax. Well, not everyone. Just the people that know me... so I guess you." The teen said. Ethan couldn't help but grin at that, feeling like his defenses were being stripped away.

"Ethan..." he replied.

"Any catchy nickname?" Jax asked hopefully. Ethan considered.

"Uh, Eat... No, shit, forget that." Ethan shook his head quickly.

"I guess I know what's on your mind." Jax replied with a smirk, tipping his head back, opening his maw, dropping some fries in. Ethan grinned at that and lifted his pizza, taking a few bites to savor. He closed his eyes and let it break apart on his tongue before he looked back at his new friend.

"What are you listening to?" Ethan asked. Jax' eyes brightened up at that.

"Crazed Clown Troopers. You heard of them?" Jax asked. Ethan shook his head.

"No... Are they one of those rap groups?" Ethan asked. Jax shrugged a bit.

"I suppose, maybe, but its so much more than that... The music is horrorcore, based out of the old carnival and circus acts... but there's a whole subculture following them, living the lifestyle, forging a brotherhood from it all." Jax said.

"Wait a minute... I think I heard about them, all those people with face paint that go to tailgate parties and stuff..." Ethan said.

"Yeah, I'm a true Troopa." Jax said proudly. Ethan looked at the man with envy and curiosity, but his usual doubt trickled in.

"So what are the songs about? Getting drunk, fucking girls?" Ethan asked. Jax smirked.

"Almost... Getting high, fucking dudes." Jackson replied. Ethan's eyes widened about as far as they could go, his groin stiffening a bit.

"R... Really?" he whispered.

"Wanna listen?" Jax asked, popping one ear bud out, offering it to Ethan. As crazy as it was, Ethan liked the idea of having that cable connecting him to the sexy, dread headed man. It was an offer he couldn't pass up.

****

Ethan moved a bit more quickly across the gravel than usual, sending tiny gray stone sskittering across the rough road, some bouncing off the cheap siding of the mobile homes that filled the trailer park. Normally Ethan took his sweet time returning from school, but today he had precious cargo... a gift from Jax. Ethan's heart was buzzing with excitement and it took every ounce of will power he had not to reach into his pocket and stroke the used silver discman that was resting there with a mix CD of the CCT's best hits.

For the first time since he was very young, Ethan was excited for school. He had made a true friend in Jax, and more than that his whole outlook on life was changing. He'd been yet another poor welfare kid destined to fall through the cracks and disappear, but the Crazed Clowns had a different philosophy. They took that weakness and made it a strength. They bonded together, they unified, and they got themselves noticed...

Ethan couldn't describe how profoundly good it felt to own the fact that he wore hand me downs, to not care what others felt. He started answering questions in class, started walking down the main hallways. If it had been just him, that attention would have gotten him beat up, but Jax was a true troopa, a brother, right there by his side. The way his dreads swung as he walked down the halls, the way his grin would flash manic at the hint of a mischievous idea. Ethan could practically swoon.

The teen had worried about his homecoming and the bullies and thugs in the park, but he hadn't needed to defend himself against them. None of them knew he had anything special. He opened the squeaky side door to his mobile home, turned right and moved into the tiny bedroom that was his. He eased his own door shut, dropped his backpack against the door and withdrew the gift.

The discman was more than ten years old, but it still worked. The transparent lid was scratched, but still clear for the most part. Ethan crawled onto his twin bed and brought the headphones up to his ears, sliding them in carefully before his finger traced the play button on the discman. The home made disc inside began to spin, gaining speed, the hand written scrawlings becoming a blur as the song began to play.

_"Hey Cholo If yo balls hang and you bang with a gang Then tell me, are you down with the clown? HO!

"Hey, bitch boy, What you doin round here? Don't you know you're on clown ground, bitch boy? Fuck up, knock down, we all got clown luv, bitch face. Hey, what's your name? (Mitch) Bitch? You down with the clown Bitch? You better bring your bitch-ass over and get down for the clown."_

The words continued to flow out of the headphones, filling Ethan's ears. He imagined the tough, hardened crazed clowns fucking the guy crazy enough to move into their territory, showing him clown love, winning him over to their cause. His eyes slipped shut, his hand drifted to his pants and he slowly unzipped, bringing out his own cock. He was already hard, but the combination of the music and his hand brought him to new levels. He thrust his hips, sliding his cock back and forth through his hand, grunting and moaning, the grin on his lips almost becoming crazed.

****

The rain was coming down in heavy torrents, saturating the football field. Puddles formed on the track, the gutters of the school were full and the metal echoed loudly as the rain hit the train bridge running over the small walkway that ran from the back of the park to the edge of campus. Fall had come and gone, leading into winter... and still Ethan and Jax were together. They'd spent more and more time together and Jax had even gotten Ethan an old denim coat. Ethan wore it like it was a uniform, never wanting to take it off.

There was a glimmer of light as Jax brought a lighter to the bowl of his pipe, taking a few puffs before holding it and then exhaling. The cloud that escaped his lungs was heavy and thick in the cold, lingering around his long dreads. They brushed his shoulders now, hanging down lower in places. In the past few months Jax had something of a late growth spurt. His shoulders were far wider, his arms thicker, his neck broader. He was getting very strong. It was all the more for Ethan to love.

"You won't believe what I scored today..." Jax said, handing the pipe over. Ethan brought out his own lighter and took a hit.

"Hope its better than this ditch weed." Ethan chuckled. Jax rolled his eyes before chuckling.

"Fuck, man, just listen for a second... I got 'em, I got the tickets..." Jax said. Ethan stopped dead, his eyes widening.

"CCT tickets? The spotlight show?" Ethan whispered. Jax nodded.

"Two of 'em, mosh pit section." Jackson replied. Ethan stared at his friend for another moment. They'd been inseparable for months, listening to songs of gay clowns fucking guys, but Ethan's own feelings had been on the slow track. Somehow, in that moment, he couldn't hold back any longer. He lunged forward, kissing Jackson on the lips. Jackson was surprised, but his powerful arms wrapped around Ethan's lanky frame, pinning him in place. They kissed and slurped, holding each other for a long moment before at last their mouths parted.

"I am so happy..." Ethan whispered.

"I can tell, but you know what this means. We're going to need to stock up on Dayglow soda and get some official paint. We have to clown up before the concert, be true troopas." Jax said.

"The show must go on. Count me in." Ethan grinned.

****

The songs of the Crazed Clown Troop filled Jackson's room in the fairly meager apartment that they had been given as state housing, but to Ethan it was pallatial. There wasn't a single piece of furniture that matched, but he had a dresser, a book shelf and his own closet. Even more than that, there was enough wall space to plaster with the posters from their favorite band. Numerous incarnations of the crazed clown rappers gazed at them from the walls, one with a tall pink mohawk and the other with a medusa mane of green dreadlocks. Both were covered in body paint that looked half way between clown designs and war paint.

A heavy hissing filled the air as Ethan popped the seal on another bottle of dayglow, bringing it back. The super fructose corn syrup and heavily artificial flavors poured over his tongue, bringing yet even more sugar to his over saturated system. The bottle came down and his eyes practically sparkled with energy. Jax was digging around his drawers before he grinned, pulling out three glass bottles with black tin lids full of paint. Ethan leaned back a bit.

"Is that gonna be enough for both of us?" Ethan questioned.

"Dude, this stuff is as expensive as fuck... But yeah, he said that two would be enough and I got three anyway... Cause I had a wicked idea." Jackson grinned.

"What is it man?" Ethan asked. Jackson shook his head.

"First things first, we gotta get clowned up. You wanna be first, or me?" Jackson asked. Ethan grinned.

"You first... I wanna do you." Ethan licked his lips.

"Horny fucker." Jax laughed, "I want it to look sort of like a skull, but with horns." Jax said. Ethan nodded eagerly, reaching over to crank the music up. Jax sat down on the floor and the bottles were opened, the scent of cream paint drifting into the air... but there were hints of other scents as well, scents of weed and herbs and spices. It was almost intoxicating.

Despite his outside bravado, Ethan was a bit nervous. He debated back and forth between where to start, but decided if he did the black first he could mess up the white paint and just make a whole bunch of gray, so the white started going down first. Ethan drew the brush along Jax's nose, his eyebrows, his cheek bones. It was amazing in a way, allowing him to truly see his crush's finest features.

The paint spread with miraculous ease, moving in a surreal way. Ethan watched it flow, his eyes dilating, his mind going distant. He didn't need to go back for more, the paint was everywhere he wanted it to be. As the white cream flowed over Jackson's stubble, the hairs were coated in it but they stood up on end, standing out in monochromatic contrast, as if announcing to the world that they were there. Somehow the look of a clown with face painted stubble made him look even more crazed.

Before long Jax had a white skull on his face, but Ethan was far from done. He broke open the black, surrounding Jackson's eyes, covering the tip of his nose, working at his cheeks. He'd gone a bit high on the white, leaving room to come around with the black, adding a two dimensional depiction of curved horns. He used his utmost care, and Jackson was breathing in and out, deeper and deeper, his whole face tingling.

Jax's mind was reeling in a dazed euphoria, feeling oddly good and liberated, filling with the songs he had played so many times and the images of his fantasies with Ethan. His cock grew hard, tenting in his pants before his eyes opened up and he looked at Ethan. Even before his partner finished, Jax leaned forward and kissed him hard, pushing him back onto the carpet. Ethan muttered.

"Fuck!" he said into the kiss, but soon he was pinned by the larger, more muscular teen. Their lips worked together, the paint from Jax's lips imprinting onto Ethan's in oddly perfect symmetry. Jax began to hump his friend before he grabbed the paint, dipped his fingers in and went to work finger painting Ethan. Ethan's back arched as he felt the cream touch his skin. It felt tingly like mint and cinnamon and soon he couldn't control his thoughts. They were running all over the place and he simply started humping back.

Jax painted Ethan like a frenzied artist, using the white and black, but opening the blue as well. He dipped his fingers into the blue and began running it through Ethan's oily hair. The hair soaked it in, turning from brown to azure in moments. As the hair soaked up the paint, the oily waves curled tighter, becoming ringlets and then smaller. His hair was changing texture, becoming almost frizzy.

Jackson worked at the blue hair, feeling it build and build in his hands into a short afro, but it wasn't enough for him. His boyfriend needed more. He kissed Ethan again, their skull faces meshing together before Jackson leaned back. He looked down and noticed that, like him, Ethan had his stubble sticking out. Jackson's cock got even harder.

With delicate care, Jackson began applying blue paint to the stubble on Ethan's chin. The hair seemed to soak it in, turning blue and growing longer. Jackson pulled on it, feeling it stretch centimeter by centimeter. He applied more blue paint and then stretched it more... One inch, then two. The hair was long and straight, in contrast to the curly clown hair on Ethan's head. The goatee was practically pulled out of his chin, hanging down four inches now.

Jackson grunted and began clawing at Ethan's pants, smearing paint on his clothes. The paint crackled and dried out, shattering as it touched something that wasn't skin. Whatever it was, it was far from normal. Jackson tore the pants open and brought out Ethan's cock. Ethan was nearly hyperventilating, feeling their relationship advance yet another level... but as Ethan prepared himself for an epic hand job, his eyes widened as Jax dipped his hand back into the paint.

"What are you doing?" Ethan panted.

"My boyfriend's gonna have the biggest fucking black cock out there, big enough for a trophy stand..." Jackson growled. It was a line from one of the songs, a typical theme for the masculine prowess of the rappers. Ethan watched Jax prepare his fingers before bringing them to his manhood. When the cream touched his rod, it was like lightning.

Ethan screamed out in bliss, his heart pounding in his cock. The black paint smeared out along the flesh, soaking into the skin. Jackson stroked it up and down his boyfriend's six inches, working it down around the balls and then back up, pushing it into the foreskin, covering the mushroom shaped head. The pigment soaked in deep, becoming uniform, the skin itself turning pitch black... and then it began to grow.

The lights of the room shone off the flesh as it stretched, snaking its way to seven inches, then eight and nine. Ethan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his body surpass all previous limits, but Jackson wasn't done. He slapped the black cock against Ethan's stomach before stroking it vigorously, watching as it fattened up, growing to be two inches thick, then three. The foreskin pulled back tight, the head grew rounder and still the cock stretched.

Both men were made up in their skull paint and Ethan's cock was swelling as if by magic, surpassing eleven inches, then twelve. As it grew, he felt hormones surging through him. He felt rage at the rich, joy for the gay, compassion for the poor and lust for his partner. He humped up into that thick, muscled hand, noticing that Jax's fingernails had soaked in the paint as well, turning black as they grew, honing into points, curving just a bit into claws.

Ethan knew reality wasn't making sense around him, but he didn't care. He was practically a tripod, proud owner of a foot and a half shadow cock. He reached over, fumbling for the blue paint, dipping his hand in before he brought the paint up to Jax's thick dreads. He began working it in, the paint soaking into the long strands, dying them bit by bit. Before long the paint spread on its own ahead of Ethan's fingers, his entire head changing color.

Jackson looked at Ethan's twenty inch cock, so thick and juicy. He panted, he drooled and he couldn't resist any longer. He leaned forward, his lips parting before the cock entered his mouth, sliding along his tongue. He began to bob his head up and down, sucking it off. Ethan snarled and groaned, back arching, panting. He gazed at the ceiling, his eyes shimmering as they turned from brown to red, glinting in the light.

****

The armory was packed, thick with body heat and stank smelling smoke. It was ironic that the city rented out the building for public venues, especially when they broke countless laws in that very building. The Crazed Clown Troop had been playing for hours. Men moved about on the stage dressed as demonic clowns, playing instruments, drums and singing with spiked microphones. The drummer was particularly enthusiastic that night, looking like a clown skull with wicked bushy green mutton chops.

The crowd had been even wilder, running and bashing each other, humping and groping and biting. They were truly crazed, wild animals... and in the midst of it were Ethan and Jax, watching the concert with red eyed glee. The music had them in its spell, their bodies ready for more sex after an afternoon of nearly endless fucking. A suspicious snake shape ran down both Ethan and Jackson's pants, their members enhanced by the clown paint.

The band had made it through countless songs, but the concert was ramping up as it approached the end. One of the two rappers came close to the edge of the stage, bringing his mike up. His green dreads practically slithered and moved on their own, but even more impressive was the neon green beard hanging from his face, making him look like some sort of clown viking. He grinned, looking out at the crowd.

"Where my troopas at?!" he howled. The audience responded by letting out a howl. The bearded man chuckled, "There my troopas at, my fuck brothers... Slice?" He asked, glancing over. The mohawked rapper moved out with a grin.

"Oh yeah, there they at! Bromeos and homeos grinding and bumping in the night, playing with the devils in the pale moon light... Sick, thick with fat dicks ready to stick the pricks in the nearest lick." He grinned. The crowd howled again, the bumping and grinding getting a bit more lewd.

"How about a love song Shag, show them who we really are?" Slice asked. The crowd let out whoops and hollers. The larger clown nodded and the music started up, building with drums and beats. The bearded clown looked to his smaller partner.

_"Remember the day, I was just a kid. You had it all, gave me fits. The way you moved, the swagger you had, But best of all you didn't think I was mad. We'd pass in the hall and you'd kiss me with a smile How was it I was even worth your while?

"The others kids at school, they'd hate and spit, I was a no one, couldn't even measure up to shit. But you were there, helping me, side by side. together till we died."_ He sang, his voice as deep as the thunderous heavens themselves. His voice carried across the audience, all eyes on him and his eyes were on his partner. Ethan felt the draw, felt his own love with Jax being sung out loud.

_ "Nothing could prepare me for that fateful day. Somebody tried to rape you and I swore I'd make him pay You didn't want no trouble, but my thoughts began to race. I took my bat and I beat in his fucking face!!! I did it all for you, and all our shared years I would do the time just to equal all your tears, your fears, I love you my dear." He boomed. Slice moved up, bringing the mic to his mouth.

"The pain, the stain, all in my brain, Nothing hurt more than life without you. You tried to reassure me, said we were beneath the same sun, But the days gone by and there was no where to run."_ Slice shouted, anger in his voice. Ethan felt his heart tense up.

"They had to make an example." Shag said. "I was in a scramble." Slice replied. "Threw the book at me, look and see, show the world what crime could be." Shag blasted. "My hero, my love, laying on that bed... I knew we had to be together till we were both dead." Slice replied.

"As I lay dying, I could feel you coming after me." Shag sang. "Heaven and Earth I would crush just to let us be." Slice replied. "Fucking and laughing, rhythm and gassing, a life lived in passing." Shag ranted. "Across all boundaries, I would cling to you, and then in a flash I was after you." Slice replied.

"The courts were embroiled, caught the flack, two star crossed lovers dying back to back." Shag barked. "But something happened, something unexpected." Slice grinned. "Death crossed his arms and recanted." Shag replied, grinning wildly. As they spoke, the lights in the armory started to flicker and spark. The ground rumbled beneath them. "We rose from the dead and returned to Earth." Slice hissed. "Given a second chance to bring the world some mirth." Shag countered. "No regret, no mercy, just karma, bitch. The magic of the crazed clowns gonna roam this world." Slice said, throwing his head back, jutting his groin toward the audience. "The armies gonna roam, the demons gonna fuck, the clowns mouths gonna overflow with foam." Shag said, pacing back and forth. "We seriously buck, fuck. We gonna suck, fuck... Troopas gotta march, troopas gotta rage, troopas got my side and ain't no one gonna die. Troopas RISE!" Slice shouted out, raising his arms. It was as if a wave of energy swept through the crowd, a collective moan coming as every man's cock began to swell and thicken, becoming uncomfortable in the pants. Ethan and Jax moaned sharply, their huge black cocks bloating so full. "Troopas RISE!" Shag shouted, his voice reaching even deeper into the crowd. Lights exploded, fires erupted, and a pentagram on the floor began to shimmer. Light and smoke began spilling out of it as the singers looked at each other, grinning. Years of preperation were finally paying off as they unleashed the powers of hell to help them in their vengence... and in the midst of it were Jackson and Ethan.

Jackson lifted his head back and roared, his red eyes glowing as his teeth grew into sharp, wicked fangs. The stubble on his face began snaking outward, growing into a bushy blue mass. His ears stretched into points, his claws became longer, but even more than that his forehead began to shift. The painted horns began to grow messy, the paint shifting before lumps formed, the bumps pushing out more and more before the skin split.

Two black horn nubs emerged, pushing forward, curving up, the bone emerging more and more. The horns arched upwards before him, rising taller and taller as his blue dreads began moving on their own almost like snakes. Jackson panted hard, his tongue tingling as the tip split into a fork... but the splitting continued as Jax's clothes grew too tight. His muscles began to grow, hulking out. His shoulders spilled outwards, thickening, hunching over. The cloth split out revealing a behemoth back covered in CCT tattoos... but Jackson was far from the only one changing.

Glimmering purple light swirled up around Ethan's legs as his soft, well worn leather shoes warped. The shoes spread and split out, the leather coming apart. Ethan's feet had been bare beneath, but now they could barely be called feet. His toes had grown together, his toenails spreading out to cover them in keratin, his feet warping into hooves. His two foot long black cock sprung out from his pants, flinging cum across all those around as he groaned loudly, his tongue thickening and lengthening, slathering around.

Ethan's blue afro tingled and soon the sides began falling off, leaving his hair buzzed short on the sides, leaving him with a wicked frohawk. His blue goatee pushed out of his chin more, dropping down to six inches in length, then ten... but all the changes had been making room for the bumps on the side of his head, the skin warping before the flesh was pierced and two brown, ribbed horns began pushing out, curling around his pointed ears like the horns of a ram.

All around the fans were changing, their face paint becoming real, demonic attributes bursting through... and with it came the rest. Morals eroded, restraint broke and soon clothes were being torn off. Ethan took a hold of Jackson's pants and split them down the back, revealing a huge muscled ass of his gargantuan friend. His black cock was hoisted up and he surged forward. Jackson bore his fangs and let out a huge roar of bliss as he was penetrated.

Ethan fucked in inch after inch, spearing into his friend in inhuman ways. He started sliding back and forth, practically climbing up Jax's back before biting into his shoulder, sucking and licking the flesh as he fucked him. The concert was quickly devolving into a demonic orgy as the painted masses descended into pure instinct. Up on stage, Slice and Shag were reveling in their own transformation. Tattooed wings opened up, horns burst from their heads and their demonic eyes revealed themselves.

"Even better than Detroit..." Shag murmured, moving to kiss Slice. Slice's lips parted and a rather slimy, long, thick cock like tongue shot out and entered Shag's mouth. Shag sucked on it eagerly, moving to hump his partner. They had been separated in life, but they wouldn't be parted in death. Their music would continue to spread, luring in the vulnerable, uniting them in demonic power. The Troopas would rise and inherit the Earth....

Ethan felt like he was fucking Jax's very soul, tipping his head back, howling with wild abandon. This was what he wanted the rest of his life to be, united with the love he had found. Even with demonic energies flowing through his body, even with the instincts to fuck and suck wild in his mind, Ethan held onto what he held most precious... the memories of Jax. He thought of the kid that had given him a cd player, eaten lunches with him, shared music... The first and only person to give him any notice.

Despite the lust, Ethan fucked Jax with love, knowing he owned all the pleasure in his life to his boyfriend, his mate, his true troopa. He knew he'd spend more than his life trying to make it up to Jax, he'd spend all of eternity. Ethan tipped his head back, hissed and moaned and then roared in pleasure as his fat, plump balls quivered and his two foot long black cock began erupting a thick, creamy seed deep into his lover. The orgasm was quick to spread, moving to others that had gathered. Some sprayed down the floor, others sprayed down each other, but everywhere that cum sprayed, paint seemed to land.

The floor was a swirled mess of black and white, spiraling together in a tie-dye pool of salty pigment. If any of the men that had come had been coherent enough, they would have realized the paint they put on was demonic seed, but their corruption was already too complete. All that mattered was sex, pleasure, m and revenge. They were the crazed clown troop, all of them... an army bent to the wills of their leaders, enjoying their steady march into hell. Life... and death... were very good.