CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Everything was prepared. He had taken a hit of acid an hour earlier, and now he could see the hot air billowing through his windows as pale waves of coruscating hues. He had taken off his clothes and lubed up his ass, unplugged the telephone, and bolted the front door. Now all that remained was to enter the summoning room.

Everything was prepared, except Richard himself.

He would speak with the Knowledge Demon, the inky black creature who fucked harder and faster than any human or demon he had ever met. This being knew all the answers, and would trade them for a taste of Richard’s human flesh.

The “Knowledge Demon” was Richard’s name for him. The demon wouldn’t reveal his true name. That was one bit of knowledge he would not trade for any price. Richard wondered what other information the demon might be hiding from him, what mysteries of the universe he would not share with a mere human. The Knowledge Demon had his uses, but he was not an open book.

Richard couldn’t think of that now. The demon had given him good information before, information that had helped him thwart the plans of Anton Black’s cult. In exchange for an exhausting session, Richard knew he would learn what he needed to know.

Something the Knowledge Demon had told him came back to him, “Those chemicals you men take are only a crutch. Someone of your talents does not need them.”

No, he didn’t need to take acid to see the demon world, not anymore. He was becoming more and more attuned to the other side. But this meeting was too important to leave to chance. Acid helped him connect to that world, and this otherworldly meeting had to be handled correctly.

Slowly he made his way to the summoning room, looking this way and that through his apartment for signs of the Hooded One. It was strange that his demon lover had never manifested anywhere else in the apartment other than the summoning room. Come to think of it, neither had any other demon, although he was high on acid right now, which seemed to be a green light for demons to flock around him, pining for his body. Did the cultists build the room so it contained the demon world in addition to providing access to it? He should really learn more about the occult.

He’d learn plenty today, if this worked out.

Richard came to the door, the key gripped in his hand. The smell of brimstone was almost overpowering, and he thought he heard soft whispering on the other side. He pulled back the bolt, which felt hot to his touch, and turned the key in the lock.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to the summoning room.

The door, the hallway, and the rest of the apartment vanished, and he found himself standing in the middle of a bleak, rocky plain. A howling wind blew, and in the distance volcanoes spewed lava into the air. Gloomy, gray clouds hung overhead, turning blood red where they passed over the volcanoes.

The harsh wind felt even hotter than the New York heat wave. Within seconds a sheen of sweat covered his bare body, reflecting the distant red glow of the lava.

Suddenly the ground shook, and the sound of giant footsteps reverberated behind him.

Richard spun around, and gasped as he saw a giant demon stomping across the plain toward him. It was ten feet tall, with a human upper body of massive proportions. A wicked face leered at him, revealing rows of sharpened teeth. Huge horns curled up from its temples.

The lower half of the body reminded Richard of the satyrs of Greek mythology, its wide, hairy thighs tapering down to cloven hooves. Dangling between those thighs was an immense cock, fully as long as Richard’s arm and far thicker, only half erect. Giant veins stood out on its surface. That organ began to swell as the demon approached its prey.

But what appeared behind the demon frightened Richard even more. The Hooded One stood on the plain, pointing at Richard, commanding the immense demon to ravish him.

Richard held his hand out, palm forward, fingers outstretched. “No!”

The giant demon disintegrated and blew away in the wind.

Another demon appeared, a massively muscled monster of reddish hue the color of fresh blood. It too stood unnaturally tall and had giant horns, although unlike the first one it had a more human body. It had a long, whip-like penis that writhed of its own volition as the demon charged.

Richard thrust his hand forward again. “No!”

The second demon blew away in the wind.

Now appeared half a dozen figures, gaunt and pale, bones showing through their skin. They had bald, elongated heads and monstrously large eyes. They scrabbled forward on taloned hands and feet, spiked penises oozing steaming pre-cum.

“No!”

The demons melted away in the wind.

Richard and the Hooded One stood alone, facing each other across the bare stone. The demon’s glowing red eyes shone out of the darkness of his hood. The only sound was the howling of the wind.

Slowly, the Hooded One approached, his hooves, hidden under his long robe, clacking against the stones of the plain.

Richard held his hand up, shaking all over. He tried to speak, but his mouth had gone dry.

As Hooded One drew closer, he unbuttoned the bottom part of his robe so that his cock pushed out, promising pleasure, pain, and forced surrender. Unlike in previous times, the Hooded One kept undoing his robe. Only darkness lay within, but Richard knew, although he could not say how, that once that robe was cast aside he would see the Hooded One clearly for the first time.

The Hooded One stopped just a couple of paces away from his human lover, the teenager he wanted to make his slave for all eternity. He finished undoing his robe, and reached gnarled hands up to pull off the hood.

Richard found his voice. “Be gone!” he commanded. “I’m here to see the other one, the one who trades in knowledge. You won’t have me!”

With a roar the Hooded One disintegrated like the others.

Richard stood alone on the plain, breathing hard. His penis was rock hard and a part of him plunged into despair for denying himself what he wanted so much.

Then he noticed the barren plain was changing. Dark lines passed over the gray rocks, like the shadows of bizarrely shaped clouds. They morphed and connected, forming what looked like words in a strange language.

Richard had seen this before. The Knowledge Demon was coming. He took a deep breath, knowing what he was in for.

The symbols whirled around him, leaving him in a bare circle at the center. They whirled faster, blurring into one another making a hypnotic dance, and then gradually slowed and began to form eddies that ran into one another to make large black blots that moved across the stone like shadows.

The blots drew to a stop before him and combined to make a pool of darkness that reflected no light. It was the blackest of black, not a shadow but an absence of light. Slowly the pool rose and took shape, the darkness forming a humanoid shape.

Humanoid, but not human. The demon stood a little over seven feet tall, with thick limbs and a broad chest. Richard couldn’t make out much more because the skin was the same utter blackness as the pool from which it had formed. The head was bald, with long, pointed ears and slitted eyes that glowed as red as the lava spewing from the distant volcanoes.

“So, human, once again you have summoned me,” the creature hissed.

“There are things I need to learn from you.”

“You know my price,” the demon said, “Do you accept it?”

Richard licked his lips uncertainly, took a deep breath, and replied, “Yes.”

Richard braced himself. The last time the Knowledge Demon had gotten that answer, he instantly leapt on Richard and given him the hardest pounding he had ever endured. But to his surprise, the demon didn’t throw him down and penetrate him. Instead he crawled on all fours around Richard, flicking out his thin, forked black tongue. It looked to Richard like a line of calligraphy. The tongue flicked over Richard’s erect cock, making him shiver with pleasure, then along his thighs, tracing the faint marks that still remained from another demonic coupling. The demon moved behind him and his tongue explored Richard’s bare ass. The demon made a full circle of and studied Richard with glowing red eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” Richard asked.

“For them.”

Richard became aware of movement on the horizon. A host of creatures approached. Richard spun around and saw them coming from all directions, closing in impossibly fast. Above, the sky was blackened by winged forms swooping down from the clouds.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to this.”

“They are only here to watch,” the Knowledge Demon hissed, his thick black member becoming hard in anticipation of the human contact he and all other demons craved.

“They didn’t watch last time,” Richard objected.

“You weren’t in our world last time. It is rare that we have a guest. All have heard of you, of course, because sex with a human is precious to us and we celebrate occasions when one of our number makes a conquest.”

The demons drew around him. They came in all sizes and shapes. Some looked almost human, while others were not even humanoid. There were a few that Richard looked upon with longing and lust because their features were handsome and seductive, despite being so alien. Others made him recoil in fear and disgust.

All the demons—human, humanoid, and monstrous—had one thing in common. They all had erect cocks. Every one of them stared at Richard with undisguised lust. The sex organs they displayed to this lone human on their plane of existence were of various sorts. Some looked almost normal, although oversized. Others looked animalistic, or of a shape and size beyond what was possible on Earth.

Richard shuddered, thinking of having some of those inside of him. If the Hooded One had his way, he’d spend eternity sampling them all.

Strangely, the Hooded One was the only demon he didn’t see in the assembly, but the crowd was so vast Richard could not see everyone of them. He’d thought that his demon lover would be standing in the front rank.

“I don’t want them,” he said, aloud.

“Liar,” the Knowledge Demon said. “You want some of them. I can see it in your eyes. Deep down, I suspect, you want them all. If that were not true you would have banished the Hooded One long ago. What he promises you is something that you cannot resist. You crave him.”

A sharp, fetid wind blew over Richard’s head, making him duck. He looked up to see winged demons wheeling and diving above him, erect cocks showing that they, too, waited eagerly for the show.

“Every human dream of flying,” the Knowledge Demon said. “Wouldn’t you like one of them to give you a ride?”

Richard looked the demon in the eye and squared his shoulders.

“I came for information,” he said in a level voice. “I’m willing to give you what you want in exchange. You’re a great lover even if you’re rough. I don’t want these others.”

The Knowledge Demon grinned, exposing a mouth the color of lava with a row of black teeth silhouetted by the glow.

“So, you say. “The demon stood fully erect, its thick cock pointing at Richard. Slowly, he moved behind the human, who licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.

And it came immediately. With impossibly strong hands, the demon plucked Richard off his feet and impaled him on its cock. There was no loosening up, no easing in, just a quick downward motion and the demon’s full ten inches plunged into him. The smack of his ass landing hard on the demon’s pelvis was almost as loud as Richard’s cry of pleasure and pain.

Both sounds were drowned out by a cacophony of roars, howls, and ululations from the gathered demons.

A clawed hand pressed against the back of Richard’s neck, forcing him to bend over. Then both hands gripped Richard around the hips, the talons meshing around Richard’s erect organ.

Now in position, Richard got one of the hardest rides of his young life.

Like the last time the Knowledge Demon had tasted his flesh, the creature unleashed centuries of pent-up lust in a furious pitoning motion that not even the tightest hole could resist. Within moments, Richard was out of his mind with pleasure, blinded as his eyes stung from the sweat pouring down his face. The demons surrounding him danced and cavorted, celebrating the victory of one of their kind over one of his.

The demon was relentless. Such a pace would have made a human ejaculate in seconds, but the creature from another plane of existence kept it up for minutes. All Richard could do was flop about in its grip and take whatever it did to him. At some point Richard came, sending great gouts of cum into his own face as he hung doubled over, supported only by the demon’s vice-like grip. The orgasm made Richard’s hole tighten involuntarily, and the brutal pounding he was receiving became excruciating. Richard winced, ground his teeth, and tried not to cry out.

The circle of demons tightened, leering at his contorted features, enjoying the sight of this fragile bit of mortal flesh ravished by one of their own.

The Knowledge Demon picked up the pace, and Richard arched his head back, face dripping with sweat and cum. The pain had grown intense, almost unbearable, but a small part of Richard’s mind held onto the knowledge that he had endured this before, and in the end, he would have sweet relief.

That relief was a long time in coming. Perhaps satiated somewhat by their previous encounter, perhaps wanting to show off to his fellow denizens of the demon plane, the Knowledge Demon kept up the pace for longer than before.

Richard panicked. He had barely been able to handle the last time, and now he was being pushed past his limit. Not even the Hooded One had given him such harsh treatment. He was being fucked out, becoming a passive hole, a mere receptacle for the demon’s unbounded lust. The cheers and roars of the demonic crowd faded in his ears as his entire attention, his entire being became one with that savage penetration.

And then, just at the breaking point, just when his mind threatened to shatter, relief finally came.

The demon shot a thick stream of hot semen deep inside Richard, brought with it a soothing balm. While the organ was the punishment, the ejaculation was the reward. Richard’s pain vanished in the places where the cum touched. As the demon shot again, he sat down with Richard on top of him, and the sweet liquid flowed down the sides of the demon’s shaft, wiping all of Richard’s pain away.

Richard sighed and sat, supported by the demon, mind a perfect blank. Only sensation ruled his consciousness. After many long minutes, he blearily looked around. The crowd still leered, eyes hungry, cocks swollen and eager, and yet they had not approached an inch. A human crowd would have descended on him and this peep show would have turned into a gangbang. The demons, in contrast, had to live by strict rules in their interactions with humans.

Richard sat on the Knowledge Demon’s erect organ, saddled in his inky lap as the demon sat in the lotus position on the bare rock. The demon’s claws ran lightly over his bare flesh, sending delightful shivers through the teenager, but left him unmarked.

“Now ask your questions,” the Knowledge Demon hissed.

Richard looked once again at the horde of demons encircling them and the dark forms wheeling above on leathery wings.

“Make them go away.”

The demons disappeared.

Richard blinked in surprise. “You didn’t say anything. Did I do that?” he asked.

“Yes,” the Knowledge Demon replied. “Now ask me what you desire to know.”

“The Hooded One keeps appearing to me even though I’m not summoning him. He seems stronger, more manifest. Is it because of the acid I took a few days ago?”

“No, at least not directly. That made you more vulnerable, more open to the plane of existence in which demons live, but something else is at work. A ritual is breaking down the barrier between the world of demons and the world of humans.”

“How is that possible?” Richard asked. “I thought I was safe if I didn’t complete the ritual.”

“Not quite. The Hooded One cannot freely walk the Earth without a willing virgin sacrifice, that is true, but he can tempt you. And the ritual that is taking place is helping him draw closer to you so as to tempt you further.”

The Knowledge Demon’s black tongue flicked against Richard’s ear, making the human suck in air and coaxing his flaccid cock into a half erection. Richard tried to focus.

“So who’s doing this ritual? Anton Black and his cult?”

“Yes. You thwarted them, but did not defeat them. And now they are trying again.”

“I should have known they wouldn’t go away for long. What do I do?”

“I give information, not advice.”

“Where can I find them?”

“They work in places of power, like the one where you fought them last time.”

“Untermyer Park?”

“That is only one place of power. There are many scattered across, below, and above the city. The cult can use any at will, and I cannot tell you which one they will choose because even I cannot predict the future.”

“I doubt they’d go back to Untermyer Park again after we killed so many. Plus they’d be worried that we’d check there if we figured out something was going on. Where are these other places?”

“I cannot tell you.”

“Don’t you know?”

“I do know, but I cannot tell you.”

“We had a deal!”

“I am not allowed to tell you. While this place may look like chaos incarnate, it, too, has laws. It has order of a sort. We must maintain a balance between our world and yours, and that requires us to keep some information from humans. You must find your own places of power, those created by humans in that city you now call New York, and follow your own path of learning.”

“You mean study the occult?”

“What you dismiss as pseudoscience is only another form of knowledge.”

“I always thought that it was bullshit.”

“You sit impaled on a demon’s member and you say that?”

“I suppose you’re right, but there still must be a lot of bullshit mixed in with the real stuff.”

“There are diamonds in that great heap of dung. You must dig for them.”

“I don’t have time. The Hooded One gets closer and closer each day.”

The Knowledge Demon ran the tip of one of his claws along Richard’s shaft, making it spring into a full erection.

“Then you must hurry. He and Anton Black’s cult are overreaching themselves and threatening to unbalance our two worlds. That has happened in the past and it has always caused much trouble. Because of this I can reveal some information to you. I can give you some hints. If you wish to find the city’s true places of power, you must go to the old places, and research in the old places. Their final ritual will happen in one of those places when the stars are right.”

“Old places? New York is all new. You hardly ever see a building that’s more than 100 years old. That’s like yesterday for creatures like you.”

“There are old places hidden within the new. Untermyer Park was built on an ancient Native American sacred site dating back 2,000 years. The old magic was strong there, and that is why he built on that spot. Untermyer delved deeply in the occult, the true occult rather than the newspaper astrology follies your people follow , and he chose the location of his park carefully. The millionaire performed many powerful rituals there in his time. There are other places such as that, and other repositories of knowledge.”

“So, if I’m to defeat them, I have to learn occultism.”

“If you want to defeat them entirely, yes. Last time you stopped them with brute force. That can work again, but it will not stop them forever. The Hooded One and his minions on Earth will keep trying unless you find a way to counter their spells. That requires a deep mystical knowledge that few humans have ever achieved.”

“I’m not some sorcerer. I can’t do magic.”

“With the right knowledge, every human can, and you do have a natural talent. Your sensitivity to the demon world is only one of your powers.”

“Really? What else can I do?”

“That you must discover on your own. I cannot tell you how. That is the law.”

Richard sighed in disappointment. The Knowledge Demon’s help was indirect, his answers obscure. It did tell him much he didn’t know, however. But he still had one final question.

“So why is Anton Black’s cult doing this? At the ritual, I realized they’re all straight. Are they doing this because they hate gay people?”

“They might hate your kind, but that is incidental. They crave power, and have made a deal with the Hooded One. Anton Black’s deep occult knowledge led him to discover that the Hooded One is the most tempting of the demons for your kind. He taps into your deepest desires, and your deepest fears. That makes him most compelling. The cult chose to use the Hooded One to tempt a gay virgin into sacrificing himself. They know that once the demon is fully manifested in your world, he will decimate your community, but they do not care about that. What they want is the power the demon offers. They, like so many petty humans throughout history, want power, and will happily kill for it.”

“Shit, it’s the same old story.”

“You humans have only a few desires, and yet these run deep. Anton Black and the other members of his cult will not give up as long as they are alive. They want power more than anything else in the world. They will kill for it, risk their lives for it, and devote all their time and energy to getting it.”

“They’re lunatics.”

The Knowledge Demon ran his talons along Richard’s inner thigh. “Yes, my pet, and lunatics are dangerous.”