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The Demon Balls Starring Satres By Draconicon

The sunlight shining through his window, unfortunately, wasn't what woke the raven up. No, that would have been warm, lovely, nice to wake up to. Instead, it was something churning and rumbling down below.

Satres cast aside his blankets, the monk looking down his body to the steel chastity cage that he'd wrapped his shaft in a few weeks back. Beneath it, formerly black-feathered balls glowed red, and he shook his head.

"Couldn't you allow me a little more rest?"

You were sleeping, and I need to get hard! Let me have some fun, for hell's sake!

He shook his head, slowly rolling his legs off of the bed and sitting up. Lowering his head into his hands, he took a few long, deep breaths, and did his best to ignore the continuing churning feeling between his legs.

The demon had been an unwilling - and unwanted - guest for almost a month now. Satres had picked him up at a shrine some way off, and after a few minutes of rather embarrassing body possession, had managed to pen up the demon somewhere where he wouldn't cause any more trouble.

The problem was, that place had ended up being his testicles, and the demon was more than a little perverted.

Even as he stood up, he felt his sac start to swell, and he was forced to drag up some of his chi to force them back down to a proper size. Despite his efforts, he could still feel them throbbing, glowing, burning with the demon within.

Satres walked out of his room, passing by various scratch and slash marks along the wooden walls. Remnants of the old attack on the place, they were. Marks and memories of a time when demons had come to the monastery with a great intent to harm, and his old family, his old teachers, had been taken, corrupted...

He shook his head. Even though he had resolved to keep the marks as a reminder of the dangers of demons, he didn't need to dwell on the past.

The raven nearly tripped as his passenger suddenly pushed at his concentration again, and only avoided it by leaping off of the ground, keeping his legs spread apart as his sac tried to swell to massive proportions.

"Will you stop that? I have work to do."

Let me out. I hate it in here. You hold back so often that I might as well be stuck in concrete.

"You could escape concrete. I don't wish you to escape and possess anyone else."

I could escape you, too.

"So you've said. I haven't seen it yet."

Then again, he hadn't given the demon any chance to get around his control, either. He didn't dare, not after he'd had his body possessed, and had...

He blushed as he remembered his time in the shrine, how he'd been forced to desecrate it by taking a holy candle into his rectum. The feeling of it sliding between his feathered ass cheeks and then slipping inside of him...

He shook his head again, and took another deep breath. Calm. Calm and silence. Calm and stillness. Calm and -

Come on, just let me have the fantasy at least!

The raven refused, pushing the memory out of his head. He didn't like to dwell on it, for more than just the reasons of humiliation. If he thought about it too long, he swore that his backside would start twitching, that something would feel tempting. Better to push it out of his head completely rather than allow it to stick around and tempt him the way that it did.

With his passenger momentarily subdued, he continued his trek deeper and deeper into the monastery.

It didn't take long to find the Room of Transition, a somewhat more gilded room with gold patterns along the wall and bits of artfully inscribed paper hanging from the ceiling. To the outsider, doubtlessly this would look like a room of art and beauty.

To Satres, it was a room of sealing and destruction.

He had traced every one of the seals himself, and he drew his feathery finger along each and every design as he walked around the room. Clockwise three times, he traversed the chamber, and with each circuit, the lines of light on the papers started to glow more powerfully, and the walls started to shimmer.

It wasn't until he reached the center of the room that it started to change completely, however.

As his feet touched the mat in the middle, the walls shimmered and faded. It was like the room was disappearing around him, and something else was coming in its place. Satres knew that was only an illusion; in reality, it was him that was shifting away.

Soon, the caverns beneath the monastery came into view, the stone walls that locked in the demons surrounding him. A tunnel, glowing red and throbbing as if with the pulse of a heart, loomed ahead of him.

And it was only then that he realized that his cage had been left behind.

Satres groaned as he felt his shaft suddenly lift upwards, his talons curling into the mat beneath him as his cock lifted up until it tapped against his stomach, the tip wet with pre almost immediately.

"How -"

Finally. Fucking finally. Do you know how long I've been waiting to get this thing hard? Good fuck, this feels -

"I asked...you...a question. How?"

Fine. You were so focused on the transition that it was easy to leave the cage behind. You should have paid a little more attention to me, raven. Now -

"Now, I am going back to the monastery and finding another cage."

Satres started to step off of the mat, but the demon surged forward. He almost fell over as he felt an invisible hand rubbing up and down his forced erection, and he was forced to still himself to summon his chi once more. The raven was able to stifle that, but only barely.

"Stop..."

No, no, I'm not stopping. You have been keeping me in this pit of cum for too long. Either you're going to start pushing it out, or I'm going to make you.

"You are going right back into your cage, and then I am going to make sure that you are sealed properly."

And how are you going to go back when you can't even walk?

The raven glared down at his cock and balls, seeing the red from his sac spreading up along the base of his otherwise dark shaft. It was a problem, he had to admit. The demon could distract him during the transition back, and if he made a mistake with the seals, he could end up destroying himself, or worse, releasing the demons held down here on the world.

"What do you want?"

How about a compromise?

"...I'm listening."

He hated himself for it, but he was. He didn't like making deals with demons.

You walk through your training routine. You make it through the hordes of demons down here, make it to the other end, and I'll stop teasing you so you can go back up. Just like normal.

"That seems...generous of you."

Well, I don't think it will be that much of an issue. At the very least, I'll have some fresh air.

Satres had little doubt that the demon had something else in mind, but there wasn't much point in fighting with him. At this point, the other prisoners here would know that he had come, and they would be marshalling their power to try and defeat him. If they did...well, then he would have a problem again.

"It is agreed."

He soon found out why the demon had made the deal. Though the first waves of his demonic prisoners were easy enough to deal with - nothing more than imps and minor foot soldiers of hell - his passenger made it difficult to concentrate. The churning in his testicles was difficult enough to deal with at the best of times, but now...

Satres kicked one of the imps across the room in frustration as his cock throbbed up and down, bouncing with a constant stimulation, a stroking that wouldn't let up. His breathing was far harder and faster than it should have been, and he bit his lip as he came back down to the ground.

"Will you stop that?"

I never promised that I'd make this easy for you.

"But this is ridiculous. What do you hope to accomplish?"

I'm not trying to free all the demons, if that's what you're worried about. Too much competition in the overworld as it is.

"Then what?"

Well, I may have invited a few incubi down here to make the training session a little more...interesting.

"..."

And some succubi, as well.

"Why am I not surprised that you have such things as...contacts?"

Friends with benefits, monk, friends with benefits.

Satres rolled his eyes at the mere thought of that, and then had to lean against the wall as his passenger sent an incredibly strong vibration up the underside of his cock. It was getting harder and harder to focus through that, and he could tell that it was far from the only thing that the demon in him wanted to do.

He glanced down. His shaft was utterly soaked with his own pre, something that he hadn't seen for years due to his own self-control. The red had spread from the base of his rod all the way up to the head, leaving only the end of his shaft still the dark shade it was meant to be. The little runes that swirled around the red part did not encourage him in the least.

Shaking his head, he glanced back up. The cavern was empty of threat, at least; all the imps were down, and the slightly more powerful foot soldier demons were knocked out as well. A few tunnels led out from the chamber, but he could already feel that they were trapped. Dangerous.

Still, he had to press on. The shortest route had at least four more chambers to get through, and if he was quick enough, he might be able to avoid getting caught by any of the more dangerous demons. He could handle the minor ones, at least, but if the current teasing was any indication of how bad this would get, he needed to hurry. Satres picked the right-most tunnel, and set off.

It was worse than he thought. He ducked and dodged around the eight arms of Misari, a demon that he'd taken down over five years ago. It attacked him with punches that were powerful enough to shatter a metal vault door, and each one could have snapped him in two if he had been hit.

Normally, that wasn't a problem. Flowing around the arms was no different than dodging the snakes of the old jungles when they attacked in force, nor any more difficult to avoiding the tentacle limbs of the moderate demons. The problem was -

Another twitch over his rump made him flinch, and he only barely swung himself under an arm to avoid getting hit.

"I thought...you weren't...trying to...get me...killed."

His voice was barely more than a whisper. He knew that he could have talked mind to mind with the demon, but he wasn't going to indulge his passenger with something like that. Besides, who knew what sort of corruption could be passed that way.

I'm not going to get you killed. All I need is for you to stumble. Then I can tempt this guy, and who knows? You might like it.

"Unlikely."

The raven swung himself around an outstretched arm like it was a pole in a construction yard, swinging his leg up with a hard kick along Misari's gray face. The demon slipped back, growling, and Satres followed it up with another double kick to the demon's sternum.

He was just bringing his fist around for a back-hand punch when one of the hands grabbed at him. He managed to avoid it wrapping around his stomach, but instead -

His passenger teased him again, pushing all of its power towards his rump, and the fingers slipped around his suddenly greasy tail feathers down towards his ass. Satres' eyes went wide as he felt the thick fingers rubbing between his ass cheeks, one of them almost sliding into his hole before he was able to kick himself free. He spun in the air and landed on his feet a few paces away, panting.

"What was that?"

Oh, just a little tease of what would happen if you gave up.

"You are rapidly becoming more trouble than you're worth."

Oh, so I'm worth something?

He didn't like the way that his cock twitched at that, and he shook his head as he pushed himself forward again. He spun between the arms as they lashed out at him, almost bouncing off of them as he made his way closer and closer to the demon. The raven leaped off of the ground, using his talons to climb up his opponent's body - and ignoring the fleshy feeling of the demon's shaft underfoot on the way up - before lashing out with another roundhouse at shoulder height.

He connected...but the demon grabbed him on the way down. Satres struggled, squirming against the grip, but Misari had too good a hold on him. He was pulled along as the demon went down like a chopped up tree.

A solid smack on the head seemed to knock Misari out, but that didn't help Satres...mostly because the same impact sent fingers where he really didn't want them to go.

"AH!"

The raven gasped, shivering as he felt the fingers spreading him open, at least three of them rammed under his spread tail feathers. He squirmed even as his cock throbbed forcefully, shaking his head rapidly as he wiggled his hips off of them.

Awww, don't you like it, birdy?

"You do, my body does. I do not."

He grunted as they finally slipped out of him, though he couldn't help but groan as his hole was left feeling empty. It didn't help that the demon kept nudging him...and not just verbally. The raven's cock twitched and throbbed as he felt his passenger pushing down at that little bump in his rear, and he walked with a funny limp as a result.

What's the matter, birdy? Feeling horny? Feeling a little needy?

"I am fine."

Oh, I don't think so. You are getting so eager to blow your load, you just need a little bit more...prodding.

His balls suddenly swelled, and it felt like he hadn't emptied them in over three months. Satres gasped, having to lean against something, anything to keep his balance. Unfortunately, that meant leaning backwards, and Misari's large fingers prodded against his hole again. He shivered, feeling the pressure against his rim, knowing that all it would take would be one little slip, one little nudge to have them inside of him again.

His hips twitched, probably pushed back by his passenger, probably trying to take it. He would never have done that, he knew; he was too good, too...focused...to do it. Satres shook his head, even as his cock twitched again.

Go on. You're safe here. You won. Nobody has to know what you're doing. No one has to know that you're giving in. You can have what you want. You can have the pleasure that you need.

It was such a temptation. The monk looked back, a pleasurable shiver running down his spine as he saw those thick fingers. Together, they were almost the size of his own cock, and he didn't have to imagine how they felt inside.

A part of him - a small part - pushed back a little. The warmth of the fingers pressing against his hole...the way that they could so easily slide in, with how much his feathers were greased now...

It was a temptation.

And he knew how to deal with temptations.

The raven took another deep breath, and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled himself back upright. It took more willpower than he wanted to admit, but by the time that he was standing straight again - with his passenger cursing at him like there was no tomorrow - he had himself back under control.

Why won't you fucking live a little?!

"Because...I have to...keep things safe. And I won't just give in that easily."

Even if his hole was twitching like mad, and felt like it needed something inside to scratch an itch worse than he had ever felt before.

The next three rooms passed in a blur, and by the time that he stepped over the knocked-out incubus in the last room, Satres wasn't entirely sure what had happened prior to the fight. He knew that he hadn't given in to his urges; his balls were still crimson red, and his shaft - though less corrupted than before - was still glowing with the demon's power.

How the hell didn't that work? That was supposed to bring you down, make you...normal.

"Not a slut?"

Don't insult me. It'd take more than the average incubus or succubus to make you a slut. But...I thought you'd get off at least a few times. Then maybe it'd be less sticky in here. Do you have any idea how it feels?

"I have never indulged in living in another's genitals."

Well, take it from me. Your chastity vow makes it pretty miserable down here. Like wading through a thick swamp of slime, with how much you're backed up.

"It allows for greater focus."

It's crap. You almost came today, and if you were less pent up -

"You have made this argument before. It does not work."

The raven stepped into the final chamber, sighing slightly in relief as he stepped onto the mat. He dug his toes into it, taking several deep breaths before he started making the signs. He half expected his little 'friend' to start interrupting him partway through, but apparently the deal was a serious one. He made it to the end, and the room transitioned around him.

As soon as he re-appeared on his floor, he was off like a shot. He had certain things he needed to do, and fast.

Brrrrrrrr! Stop it!

"No."

Satres shook his head, continuing to squat over the large block of ice, holding his balls to it and his cock as well. The latter was half-softened, and still shrinking, while the former were slowly drawing further up into him, looking less swollen.

Come on, this isn't fair! I'm freezing down here!

"I nearly suffered seventeen broken bones, various rapes, and other injuries down in the training chamber. A little cold seems a fair enough trade."

It wasn't like it was that comfortable for him, either, though he didn't have the demon's sensitivity to cold. The raven glanced towards the new chastity belt that he'd drawn out of storage, and shook his head. It wasn't quite as good as the metal one, but he would deal with the leather straps for now. Another paying job would soon allow him to replace the metal one.

Until then...

The raven's eyes were drawn towards a candle again, and he blushed as he felt his hole immediately twitch. He clamped down on his passenger.

"Stop it."

It wasn't me! I swear, it wasn't me this time!

"...It must have been."

I swear, I swear, it wasn't!

Satres shook his head. It...the demon was lying. They all lied. There was no way that he would feel any such need back there, not on his own. He would just have to dedicate himself to proper prayer and meditation once more.

Still...

He glanced once more at the candlestick, and then rapidly looked away.

No. He would not give in...not yet, at least.

The End