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Jocks Get Blocked for Heru by Draconicon

It was unthinkable that the jocks thought that they could sacrifice him to bring out a demon. At least, to Vincent, it was; the mole was starting to get that Whitman and Matthew had different ideas on the matter. As the bull and shark respectively finished tying him down to one of the tables in the cafeteria, Vincent shouted at the top of his lungs.

In addition to the echo that bounced back, the shark chuckled at him.

"Go ahead and shout as much as you like. We're the only ones that'll hear you, fucker."

"This isn't going to work! Just let me go, and I won't -"

"Yeah, right," Whitman muttered. "You think you're so smart? You ain't the only one who can read books, nerd."

Yeah, but I think I'm the only one that knows fact from fiction, you idiots! There's no such thing as magic, he thought as they pulled away from him. There was no way that he was going to say that out loud; the last thing he needed was to be punched and bruised and beaten up in addition to being tied down. At least with this, he'd only have the bruises from the chains. If he was lucky, anyway.

The bull and shark walked around the table, putting something down on the ground and muttering to each other about a lighter. When they started lighting things, the mole realized that they were lighting candles.

What next? he thought. Some kind of grimoire - oh you're kidding me!

Matthew had stepped out with a big black book, and Vincent couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes at the sight of it. It was every bit the cartoon image of a spellbook, and how either of the jocks could take this seriously, he had no idea. Yet, they obviously believed something would happen, considering how they were handling it with extreme care. The bull looked at it before glancing back at the shark.

"You sure this is gonna work?"

"Why wouldn't it? Demons always want someone's soul. We trade them this little nerd's soul, and we get all sorts of goodies."

"Like what, Matt?"

"Like bigger dicks and the chance to get with more girls."

"That's what you're doing this for?!"

Both of the jocks turned their heads at the mole's outburst, but Vincent could only shake his head in shock.

"How the hell do you think that'd work? Demons don't exist. Magic isn't real. You - OOF!"

He coughed as the bull's fist punched right into his stomach, driving most of the air out of his lungs. The mole hacked and gasped as he tried to catch his breath, but it was a little hard to do that when the two bullies shoved him back hard against the table. The mole didn't even have a chance to get his breath back all the way before one of them shoved one of his socks into his mouth, gagging him. Matt - the shark - shook his head.

"We ain't listening to you, nerd. You think you're hot stuff? Well, we'll show you that we got a thing or two up our sleeves."

"Yeah."

"Shut up, Whitman."

As the two jocks pulled back, Vincent shook his head from side to side, trying to spit out the sock, but it was stuck in his mouth too well for him to be able to get it out. All he could do was force it up against his lips, and even then that was terrible, as it made it harder to breathe. He gagged a bit on the sweaty taste, and resigned himself to waiting.

They can't really do anything...I just hope that they don't -

His thought cut off as the air started to glow red around him. The mole blinked, looking around before he saw the two jocks reading from the book. At first, he thought it was some sort of joke, some sort of thing to get him, but that was too advanced for those idiots. Could there...no, but maybe...could there be magic?

No, no, it's all in my -

"Who offers their soul to me?"

The voice shook the entire cafeteria, and the mole would have jumped up and ran if he hadn't been tied down. Even the jocks looked frightened, but they were quick to adjust. Matt stepped forward.

"That mole offers his. He's giving up his soul."

"Very well."

Vincent shook his head, as it was most definitely not 'very well' with him, but without any way to speak, it didn't seem to make a difference. The mole watched as the room turned blood red from top to bottom, with a great fiery light spreading across the floor. A crimson mist rose from the smoke, pulling away from it. For a brief moment, the mole saw a pair of eyes in the smoke, just as it shot towards him, flying up his nose.

His body was immediately on fire, leaving him gasping and writhing back and forth atop the table. His veins felt like magma was pouring through them, burning him up, and his eyes went red as if he were looking through a fire. It was like he was in hell, like -

So...You are the new host...

The mole coughed, shuddering as his body seemed to grow on top of the table. Everything felt like it was wriggling under his skin, shifting, changing, becoming something...new. Stronger, maybe better. But that voice -

Mmm, a weak body...but a strong soul. You will serve well.

What are you?

I am Acknock, and I am going to change your life forever.

Whatever question the mole had was submerged in utter pleasure as the sensations in his body reversed themselves. What had been magma and fire became a flame of desire, a burning need that flushed out his thoughts and replaced them with lust. His cock, limp only a second ago, throbbed to full erection in his pants, and then ripped through them. What little embarrassment he felt was washed away with the power of his new lust, making him groan and grin in pleasure.

What...what is this?

They summoned an incubus to earth, and gave me you. Now, they will give me themselves, as well.

Is that...is that part of the price?

No, but they haven't bound me. Nor you. And I think you deserve a reward for hosting me...don't you?

Normally, he would have been appalled at the idea. But maybe it was the demon in him, or maybe it was the fact that the two jerks would have been all too eager to sell him out, destroy him. Or maybe it was just that he had a bit more fantasies about taking them as playthings than he imagined.

In any case, Vincent agreed.

Good. Then let's enjoy ourselves.

The demon in him was strong enough to snap the chains holding him down, and as the crimson lights on the walls faded away, Vincent realized that he looked like his fur had been dyed red. His clothes, ripped apart, reformed under the demon's power. The squat little mole was swiftly adorned in gold and red attire, like some rich guy in a penthouse, and he swiveled off of the table without an issue. Even as his bare feet touched the ground near the candles, he felt no barrier.

They had no idea what they were doing.

No, they didn't. Luckily for you and me.

The mewling complaints of the bull and shark were like a buzzing in Vincent's ears, a buzzing that rapidly stopped as the demon inside him lifted his cock free. The mole couldn't believe the huge size that filled his hand, nor the sudden pleasure as he came on command, spitting a wad of cum in the face of each of the big jocks. They fell over backwards, landing on all fours.

What -

My seed will control them. They will become eager slaves...eager servants for the both of us.

...Sounds fun.

The demon walked over to the pair of them, and Vincent looked down. While they were still panting and gasping, he could see their postures changing, their asses pushing backwards. They grew, not much, but enough that their ass cheeks ripped a hole in the back of their pants, just big enough for -

Should we?

I'm - I suppose, we - are an incubus. It's what we do.

The demon - or perhaps himself, he wasn't sure anymore - knelt down behind the sluts in the making. The bull's big ass was quite round, very muscled, while the shark's was smaller and more...compact, harder to the touch. Both had grown bigger, and both had naturally parted to allow the hole between to be seen.

Spitting on Vincent's hands, the demon reached up and placed their spit-slick fingers against the jocks' holes, and the mole smirked as they slid inside. It was like watching a toy slide in, considering how much the holes stretched as they were filled. Both of the bullies moaned as they were filled up with two fingers, then three. Their cocks stretched the front of their pants, but unlike their asses, the cocks didn't seem to grow any bigger.

Why should they? They broke the rules; they won't be rewarded.

He supposed that was fair. He grinned, his vision starting to turn red again as he rapidly fingered both of them. The bull's ass jiggled with each thrust, and the shark's pushed back hard, the firm cheeks making a good clapping sound every time that Vincent thrust his fingers inside. The pair of them were so different, yet both so sexy.

It didn't take long for the pair of them to cum on his fingers, and he smirked as he felt their holes tightening around his fingers. They came hard in their pants, the fronts darkening dramatically at the flood of cum that filled them, and the mole took his time pulling his hands back.

"Now, it's our turn."

It was hard to tell who was more excited, him or the demon, but one thing was for sure. They both slammed in as hard as they could, fucking the bull, and then after a few thrusts, pulling out and fucking the shark. Each of the jocks moaned at being filled, and whimpered when he pulled out.

Back and forth he went, enjoying the different feelings of the two holes, and feeling the two jocks responding in turn. They loosened up rapidly at his touch, and the red color that ran down the mole's body began to cover theirs as well. It wasn't much of a change to the bull, but the shark was dramatically different.

With the two of them drooling in pleasure, it only took a few minutes for him to push them over the edge to a second climax, and by then, his cock was drooling, begging to burst. Vincent slammed in again and again, but somehow, couldn't cum.

Why...why can't I finish?

Because this is my body now. You need my permission.

What...what do I need to do?

Pull out...and cum all over them.

No sooner had he pulled out than the demon Acknock fulfilled the deal. The mole came, marking the two bullies with his seed, and leaving them looking blissed out. His seed warped their clothing into something like a harem's garb, with clear clothing and an exposed ass. They were both glassy-eyed, and muttered 'slaves of the master' under their breath.

A good start, Vincent...a good start indeed.

The End