CHAPTER THREE

 

Richard’s mind reeled as he careened through the maze, bumping into walls and nearly falling several times. His limbs didn’t respond correctly. His ass burned, and his entire being ached with desire for what he had come so close to achieving.

But what was he thinking? He’d almost given up his freedom. Would becoming a sex slave of demon kind be heaven, or hell? Perhaps the first hundred years, perhaps the first millennium, would be pure sensual paradise, but then what? Did he really want to be consigned to an eternity of forced debasement? For once the demons had him, they could do what they wanted with him. Untold eons of sexual frustration would be unleashed on his submissive flesh.

His body convulsed with a powerful orgasm. Just the thought of agreeing to such complete submission made him shoot cum against the walls and floor in three powerful shots. He turned and almost went back to the glory hole room, but then he stopped himself. He had to think clearly. Giving himself up to the Hooded One would unleash demonic powers into the world. An eternity of frustrated lust would seek to satiate itself on innocent humanity. He couldn’t be responsible for that.

His ass burned. He could still feel the demon inside him. Only the Hooded One could penetrate him like that. He had enjoyed so many lovers, but no human could give him the same satisfaction. Leaning against a wall, he tried to get his head together. He thought he heard voices, but he couldn’t be sure. He’d taken too much acid and he didn’t know what was real and what was fantasy.

He decided to keep moving. That might help him. It was too dark in this maze. The walls bowed inwards, and the hallways seemed to stretch for miles. He followed the sound of groans and gasps, and came to a room dimly lit by a few weak track lights on the floor that gave barely enough illumination to see anything.

A man was fucking another doggie style. Their bodies stretched and distorted, and at times melded into one. The man on the bottom noticed him and turned in his direction. He said something but Richard couldn’t make it out, because the man’s mouth was filled with a bouquet of penises.

Richard backpedaled out the door and hurried down a corridor whose floor rocked like a ship on rough seas. He almost fell and steadied himself by putting a hand against the wall. He looked at his hand and saw his skin had gone transparent, every bone within glowing white, like in an x-ray.

He wiped his sweaty brow. This acid was far more powerful than any he’d ever had before.

Should he go back to the chillout room? Yeah, maybe that would be a good idea.

“You OK, buddy?”

A man stood next to him. He was about Richard’s height, lean and athletic, with a hairy body and thick pubic hair bristling out from the top of the towel he wore around his waist. He looked to be in his thirties, and was thankfully normal. The acid wasn’t turning him into some sort of mutant.

“You OK?” the man asked again.

“I had too much acid,” Richard admitted.

The man smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. Richard tensed, ready for them to turn into tentacles or something, but it remained a reassuringly human hand.

“Why don’t I take you to the lounge? You probably don’t want to be wandering around the maze in your condition. There are a lot of monsters down here.”

“You have no idea.”

The man took his hand, a strangely intimate gesture for someone you meet in a bathhouse, and led him down the hall.

Soon they emerged out of the maze and into a hallway with brighter lights.

The sudden transition kicked the acid into high gear. The tiles seemed to shift and move about like the backs of a crowd of closely packed turtles. The stains on the walls seemed to form faces that leered and laughed at him. The dim lightbulbs set every few yards sent out rays in every color of the rainbow.

“Steady now,” the man said.

“These tiles keep moving under me,” Richard muttered, trying to jump from one to the next. He was afraid they were going to bite his toes.

“You definitely drank too much of the Kool-Aid. Try to relax. You’re not going to have a bad trip if you just relax. We’re almost there.”

“I almost went all the way with someone I shouldn’t.” Richard shuddered and couldn’t look at the man.

“It’s the acid. Don’t knock yourself over it.”

“No, it’s not the acid,” Richard said, shaking his head and again feeling that strange sensation of it floating above his body. “He wants to cum inside me and I really want him to, but I can’t. I just can’t.”

“What’s wrong with a little cum? Maybe you should give him what he wants.”

“No.”

They entered a lounge room. Comfortable sofas lined the walls, and the light was dim, without any of the flashing colors that had so distracted him. The floor was covered with carpet that caressed his bare feet like a million tiny tentacles. Yes, the carpet was definitely moving, but it wasn’t as intimidating as those shifting tiles.

“Wait, isn’t the lounge upstairs?”

“No, this is the lounge.”

“The furniture looks different too.”

“Here, sit down and take it easy.”

Richard slumped on a sofa. Traces smeared the edge of his vision, but he felt more levelheaded here. Creeping through a bathhouse maze was always an intense experience even if you were stone cold sober, and doing it on acid could be overwhelming.

“Sure is hot,” the man said. “Would you like a drink?”

“As long as it’s not spiked with acid.”

The man chuckled and went over to a water dispenser standing in the corner. He filled two Dixie cups and came back.

“Just water,” the man said, handing him one. “I don’t do drugs myself, only love. Love is the most powerful drug of all.”

Richard didn’t know what to say to that. He drained his cup in silence. The water flowed cool down his throat as a sweet relief. He lay back and sighed.

“Better?” the man asked, taking a sip of his own water.

“Much.”

The ceiling sparkled and strange, echoing noises reverberated in his ears. Laughter and cymbals mixed together. Richard closed his eyes, but that didn’t stop the hallucination. Odd colors and shapes passed before his vision, almost forming into something familiar, but not quite. Something was touching the side of his head, like a sharp yet gentle fingernail tracing his hairline, his neck, the edge of his ear.

“Mmmm, nice,” Richard said.

“You’re quite handsome,” the stranger said.

Richard opened his eyes and saw that the sensation was real; the guy actually was touching him. His fingernails were too long, and had been cut in a strange way, to sharp points so they looked a bit like claws. The stranger had big, soft brown eyes that gazed at Richard longingly.

The man leaned over as if to kiss him. Richard edged away.

“Don’t do that,” Richard said.

The man looked hurt. “Why not?”

“I’m not too into kissing.”

He gave a knowing smile. “Still pretending you’re straight?”

“No.”

“It’s all right. With all the prejudice in society, it’s hard to accept yourself, and to accept intimacy from another man.”

“I kiss my boyfriend,” Richard objected, not wanting to add that even kissing Tyrone made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

The man’s hand returned to Richard’s ear, the sharp fingernail sending delightful shivers down the teenager’s spine.

“You don’t mind this, do you?”

“Not at all,” he replied with a grin.

The man’s hand strayed down Richard’s chest to play with his nipples. He massaged them with the pads of his fingers, and then lightly scratched them with the tips of his nails. Both nipples hardened in response.

“Do you mind this?”

Richard chuckled. “No.”

“And this?”

The hand cupped Richard’s balls. He could feel himself growing hard. While he had just had a powerful orgasm only minutes before (or longer? He didn’t know. Time had dissolved), Richard’s horny, teenaged body didn’t take long to get ready again.

“You don’t have to keep asking permission,” Richard said, keeping his eyes closed and enjoying this stranger’s caress. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Except kiss you.”

“That’s right.”

The hands roved over Richard’s body, gently fondling him and exploring every inch of his smooth skin. Richard slowly opened his eyes and enjoyed the play of colors rippling over the walls and the floor as the threads in the carpet waved back and forth as if in a dance.

“Getting fucked on acid can be great with the right person,” Richard said in a not-too-subtle hint.

“I wouldn’t know about that, but I do know the right person when I meet him.”

Richard smiled and turned away, getting on his hands and knees. He looked around the lounge. They were alone. That other guy had said the staff didn’t like it when people had sex in the lounge, but maybe that was only the upstairs lounge. Funny he had never noticed there was a lounge downstairs too. He’d been to this bathhouse two or three times before and had never seen it.

Arching his back, he presented his ass to the kindly stranger and was rewarded by the soft touch of gentle hands exploring his ass and crack. A finger probed his hole, which still felt the heat of the Hooded One’s unnatural cock.

“Looks like I’m not your first tonight.”

“No, but you’re my most welcome.”

Richard felt the cushions shift as the man got into position. “Get some lube,” Richard said.

“I make my own.”

Before Richard’s drug-addled mind could puzzle through that odd statement, the stranger mounted him.

“Mounted” was the right term. The man leapt up behind him, grasping Richard’s thighs with his hands, and jabbed at Richard’s ass with a cock as stiff and as pointed as his nails. Richard gasped in pain and surprise. The cock missed its mark, and the man gave several more jabs into Richard’s crack in swift succession until he hit his hole dead on.

The stranger thrust his full length right into him, a good six inches. While Richard had taken much bigger cocks, and much thicker, the suddenness of the penetration made him yelp.

The stranger didn’t let up. He started humping away at Richard at a pace no human had ever matched. The onslaught overwhelmed him and he fell on his forearms and pressed his forehead against the couch for better support. The man’s nails scratched at his thighs, leaving long scrapes on his smooth flesh.

Richard’s eyes went wide as he felt a new sensation. The man’s cock seemed to be growing inside of him, thickening with each thrust, especially at the base. The thrusts came just as fast, but they began to penetrate less. Instead of pistoning into his willing hole the man kept his dick mostly inside him and gave only shallow thrusts.

The way that cock was expanding it was just as well. As opened up as he was, Richard didn’t think he could take anymore hard thrusts from this man.

“What is this?” Richard hissed.

The base of the man’s dick had grown to incredible size. It felt like a baseball lodged behind his sphincter. The rest of his cock was thicker than almost any man he’d ever had, but no man’s dick expanded so much at the base, far out of proportion to the rest of his organ.

No man.

The realization hit him. “You’re a demon!”

The man was almost motionless behind him now, only pushing slightly against him, that thick ball of rock hard flesh moving painfully inside. With a sense of panic Richard realized he was stuck to this guy. There was no way he could pull out. His sphincter couldn’t expand enough to let that knot of flesh to pull out.

The demon gripped his sweaty thighs tighter, sharp nails scratching Richard again.

“Yes, I’m a demon, but so what? I want to be with you forever. I’ll give you what you really need, someone to love you for all time.”

“What are you talking about?” Richard asked, noticing that despite the strange situation, he found it incredibly erotic. His own cock was engorged and firm.

“We can be like this forever if you like.”

“Demons have to have the human’s consent.”

“You are wise in our ways. You already consented to the sex, but you can still say no to the joining.”

Richard felt a hot spray of liquid inside him. The demon had just cum. It wasn’t much, but it was so hot that Richard could feel every drop.

For a second Richard panicked, and then remembered what he had learned—only the cum of the Hooded One could enslave him, because the Hooded One had taken his virginity. This demon’s seed couldn’t harm him.

Another little shot sprayed forth from the demon’s cock.

The demon ran his palms along Richard’s sweat-soaked back, kneading the muscles in an expert massage.

“Relax,” he whispered. “This can last as long as you like.”

Richard felt his tension ease. Every few seconds there would be another little spray into his ass. The knot at the base of the demon’s dick was lodged firmly inside him, but didn’t hurt as long as he didn’t make any sudden moves.

“Let me fill you up with my cum. You’ll savor the feel of me inside you for all eternity.”

“All eternity?”

“Yes,” the demon said, running his nails lightly from the nape of Richard’s neck all the way down to the top of his ass crack. “We can be joined forever. I can cum forever. Drip by drip, my cum will consume you. When you cry, it will be tears of my cum. When you sweat, your pores will ooze my jism. The taste of my juice will be in your mouth, its smell in your nostrils. You will feel it in your very being. We’ll be joined closer than anyone you have ever known.”

A movement within the room caught Richard’s attention. He saw two men enter. One was on all fours and crawling in front of the other, who was walking with his dick inside the first man. The man on top had sharp nails like the demon knotted to Richard. Those nails had scraped the bottom’s thighs raw.

“You see?” the demon said, continuing his luscious massage. “They’re joined and they couldn’t be happier.”

Richard looked in their faces. They did look content. The man on all fours grinned at Richard and some cum bubbled out of his mouth. He said something in a language Richard didn’t understand.

“What did he say?” Richard asked as the figures walked through a wall and disappeared.

“I don’t know. The language was Greek, but a Greek that hasn’t been heard since the age of Achilles. That man was a Spartan warrior who’d learned of our type of demon. Wanting to remain young and beloved forever, he gave himself to my brother.”

“This is insane,” Richard said, luxuriating in the feel of the knot inside him, the cum gradually pooling in his inner spaces, and the gentle touch of the demon’s hands.

“Insane? No. This is the sanest thing in the universe. What’s insane is to have these anonymous pairings and call it intimacy.”

“I can’t do this forever.”

The demon embraced him. They lay on the sofa, the demon curled up and protective of the human.

“But why not? What are you afraid of? I’ll take good care of you. You’ll never age, and never stop being loved. Our kind of demon doesn’t want to manifest in this world like the others do; we want a little human pet in our own world. We have no ulterior motives, no agenda. We simply want to love and be loved. Forever.”

Richard shook him off. “No, this is too weird.”

“Oh, you prefer everything to be at arm’s length,” the demon said, irritated. He turned around, the knot wrenching painfully inside Richard, and they ended up ass to ass, still tied.

“That’s not what I meant,” Richard objected.

The demon twisted again and embraced him. “Oh, I’m so glad! I just want to be close to you. I know you have trouble with that, but I can cure you. I’m the answer to your problem.”

“I just came here to get off.”

The demon ran a finger up the length of Richard’s stiff cock and cum shot out, splattering in a long line on the floor. Richard shuddered with ecstasy, and winced as his ass tightened in response to his orgasm. That made the knot feel twice as big inside of him, and milked out more hot cum from the creature who was mating with him.

“Mmm,” the demon said, embracing him. “Isn’t this better? Don’t you want this for centuries on end?”

“I… I don’t think so.”

The demon slumped. “Oh. I know who you really want.”

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sound of hooves resounded down the tiled hallway. Richard’s eyes widened as he stared at the doorway, dreading what he knew he would soon see. His mouth burned. His tongue still felt hot at the spot where a drop of sizzling pre-cum had hit it earlier in this acid trip.

Richard’s breath caught as a herd of tiles from the hallway hopped into the room, fleeing whatever hooved being had trodden upon them.

“Your real lover is coming,” the demon knotted to him said, sounding jealous.

“My real lover is Tyrone.”

“Then why isn’t he coming?”

More tiles rushed through into the room, scampering into the dark corners or hiding under the sofas.

The Hooded One appeared in the doorway. His robe hid him from head to foot. Or hoof. All that was visible were his powerful hands and the glowing eyes with slitted pupils like those of a goat.

Richard had seen him once without his hood. “Stop appearing to me like this! Look normal!” he shouted at the apparition. “Look like a normal human being!”

The Hooded One’s robes began to glow with blood-red sigils.

He walked towards the sofa where Richard and the other demon lay. Each slow step made a heavy thud on the carpet. Once he got to the sofa, he reached down to his waist.

Richard knew what was coming next. The Hooded One would expose himself to Richard, and Richard would lose all self-control. Already he could discern the faint outline of a pentagram forming on the floor.

“Go,” he told the cowled figure. The slitted pupils narrowed in rage. Richard swallowed and spoke in a firmer voice. “I shouldn’t have taken acid, and I shouldn’t have let you inside me. I don’t want you. Go away.”

A sharp hiss came out of the dark hood, like the sound of a boiler releasing steam. The figure turned and stalked away. Richard’s heart flipped with a mixture of relief and disappointment. Yes, he had power over these demons, and, at times, he wished he didn’t.

The demon knotted to him hugged him close. Another spurt of hot liquid shot into Richard’s rectum.

“Does this mean you choose me?” he whispered in Richard’s ear.

“This feels great, but I want you to pull out of me now.”

The demon sighed. For a moment, Richard pitied him. The Knowledge Demon had told him that a demon’s life was years, centuries, of waiting to mate with a human, and that carnal pleasure, that brief time in the physical world, was all too fleeting for an immortal being.

The knot inside him shrunk. The discomfort eased a little. A final shot of cum went into him and the demon pulled out.

The knot had shrunk, but was still big enough that when it came out, Richard’s ass made a loud pop, the sound almost drowned out by his cry of pain. Sizzling cum poured out of him, staining the sofa.

The demon rose and ran a loving hand over Richard’s flank. His cock still stood out stiff and engorged. The knot had shrunk to the size of a lemon, but made his organ look strange, unnatural. Richard couldn’t help but stare at it.

“My cum acts as lubricant. You still have a lot in you. Are you sure you don’t want your lover to return? His member will be much more comfortable now.”

“Do you work for him?”

The demon shook his head. “I work for you. I want to give you what you want.”

Richard got up on one elbow. He could feel that the hot cum inside him had made his hole open and slick. The thought of having the Hooded One’s giant manhood inside him when he was open and lubed like this sent a thrill through him. They could make normal love, with more pleasure than pain. His cock, which twice had shot out a massive orgasm, stirred once again at the thought. With a conscious act of will, he tamped down his desire. Too much was at stake.

“What I want is for all you creatures to leave me alone,” Richard said.

The demon gave him an amused stare. “That’s not what you want. But I will obey you nonetheless.”

The demon winked out of existence, as did the room. For a moment, Richard was plunged into pitch darkness. He struggled to his feet and as he did so, found himself standing in the middle of a blasted, barren landscape. The dark forms of several hunched and twisted figures cavorted in the distance, silhouetted by a lake of lava.

Then the vision dissolved, and he stood in an empty room in the bathhouse maze.