Desecration

I.

On the edge of the wood, Dylan paced and listened to the howls.  The sky was clouded, and the light from the full moon did little to illuminate the barren trees.  He wasn’t afraid of the dark or the wolves but rather of the coming dawn and the quiet that would follow.   

Dylan ran his hand through his medium length brown hair, as he leaned against the side of Liam’s old pick-up.  He was approaching 21, and while he seemed thin in his hoodie and jacket, he was corded with lean muscle from swimming and gymnastics. That wouldn’t help him against the wolves of course, but he had ways of protecting himself. It wasn’t for himself he worried.  

As the sky started to break into purples and golds, he grabbed a blanket from the truck and took the first few steps into the dark forest.  He reached into a pocket and pulled out a braided leather bracelet. Muttering a few words under his breath, an orange ember sparked in the air in front of him. It began to bob and weave through the branches. Dylan followed as it led him to the bracelet’s owner. 

After ten or so minutes, he saw Liam catching his breath against an old yew.  He ran up to him and gingerly embraced the shorter boy. His more than friend was about 5’8 compared to his own 6’1, but with a stronger beefy build from football and hard work. Liam’s lip was split open, and he had a gash along the back of his head.  Countless other small injuries and bruises starting to show against his caramel skin.  Skin that was entirely on display.  

“Are you okay?” Dylan asked, as he threw the blanket over Liam’s broad shoulders. 

“Do you want an honest answer? I’d be worse if it hadn’t been for your sigils.”  

Dylan had traced a few hidden sigils on Liam’s body. Spells for protection, resilience, faster healing.  Wolves already healed significantly quicker than regular folks, but every extra bit helped.  Liam was muscled, strong, and the younger son of the alpha, but he was still the runt of the pack.  Being gay and half-black didn’t help his standing.   

When it became clear his older half-brother Hunter was the favored heir, the bullying became more then teasing and name calling.  Hunter had always resented Liam and his mom, and he was practically encouraged to take that out on his little brother.  The rest of the wolves followed course.  If his son wasn’t able to fight his own battles, Jack Lawrence wasn’t going to fight them for him.  This was the way of the alpha and the omega. 

The boys began the slow trek back to the pick-up, with Dylan helping to support a limping Liam.   They made the hour long drive back to their college dorm on the other side of town with the exhausted wolf asleep in the backseat.   

Luckily it was Sunday, and the dorm halls were empty.  Liam was able to sleep into the afternoon, but his boyfriend stayed awake on his side of the room.  This was a practiced routine between the two boys, who had known each other since the first day of kindergarten.  Even back then, Dylan had a magnetism and charisma that earned him attention.  Liam years later would find out this was a side effect of his friend’s unique parentage.   

The pale brown-haired boy with hazel eyes could have had any friends he wanted, but some part of him sensed there was something different and special about the quiet dark boy who smelled of trees.  Liam was the first person outside of Dylan’s mom and aunties to be trusted with the secret of his warlock magic.   

In turn, Liam confirmed what his friend by then had already suspected.   Dylan had woken up in a sweat the night his friend first turned around age sixteen.  After that shift, was when Dylan had begun to look at his friend differently.  Had his bicep been that big before? Had he always filled out his t-shirt in that obscene way?  Was it hormones or pheromones?  Had he just not been paying attention?  It wasn’t long after that their friendship turned into more.   

Turning his mind back to the present, Dylan felt a crossroads coming.  He didn’t know how many more full moons he could repeat this same pattern.  Not knowing when would be the time his love would come back too broken or not at all.  Leaving wasn’t an option.  A lone wolf with no pack would eventually turn feral and get lost to the wolf within.  

His magic could only do so much to help Liam.  Hunter and the other wolves gave the warlock a wide berth, likely that would widen further if they suspected the full extent of what he was.  But interfering too much would make them resent Liam more.   

As his boyfriend began stirring and sitting up, Dylan plopped himself on the same bed.  “Hi.”  He could already see that the wounds were starting to fade already.  He dropped a soft kiss on the mostly healed lips.   

“How long was I asleep?” 

“Only about five hours.  Feeling up to a late lunch?” 

Liam answered, “Always”, as he hugged the thinner boy.  Wolves were always voracious in more ways than one.  

“I have something I need to ask the cards first.” 

Dylan went to his desk and pulled out ye olde trusty tarot deck.  One his aunt Vicky had given him.  He handed the wolf the deck.  “Cut them for me.”  Liam gave him a skeptical glance but complied.   

Turning over the cards, Dylan read them out loud. “The Devil. The Magician. Death.” 

Liam held his breath for a moment.  He didn’t particularly need training to know the Death card especially in the last spot was ominous.  The scythe hanging over them in the room.  “Now what”. 

The warlock stared at the cards for a long moment. The reading confirming what he had already suspected he would have to do.  Something he promised himself and his mother to never do. “In order for us to have a future, I need my past.  That’s the only way.  I have to ask my dad for help.”   

As he said that, both looked at the Devil card.  Liam grabbed his lover’s face softly and said, “No. I can’t ask you to do that for me.  You know what that will cost you.  What it will cost me.  Only bad things can come from that.  I can deal with being the omega.  See I am already fine.” 

“Fine for now.  You got off lightly this time.  What happens if those hairy neanderthals, no offense, break your leg again or do worse.  When Hunter succeeds your father, omega or not, you will be a threat.  This is my decision, and let’s face it.  All my roads sooner or later lead to this.  Let me do this”.   

HIs boyfriend opened his mouth to protest, but the warlock silenced him with a rough kiss and set himself onto the bed. 

II. 

Tuesday Dylan had taken the train from their small upstate town into NYC, and he found himself in the waiting room outside his dad’s office.  The space was all shiny silver metal, black leather, and glass.  He felt out of place with his messy hair, jeans, and a simple oxford shirt.   

His father Lucas Boucher was the CEO of one of the largest companies this side of the universe.  He was the result of a brief affair, and he didn’t even know his father for most of his life.  But his father’s blood was the source of most of his magic.  His mother did come from a line of witches, which is probably what caught Lucas’ eye.    

One of his dad’s twin secretaries hung up the phone, and said “Mr. Boucher will see you now.”  Jonathan was athletic, mid-20s with ginger hair and a mischievous look on his face.   

As Dylan entered his dad’s office, the first thing he saw was his father, tall at 6’4 with dark hair. Almost black and slightly curly not only on his head but also across his wide muscular chest.  His suit jacket discarded, shirt open as he fucked Jacob, aka twin 2, on his desk.  The red-headed young man looking half-conscious and moaning.   

“To what do I owe this surprise visit boy?” Lucas almost growled.  His deep voice not showing even a flicker of shame as he continued thrusting into the young man’s smooth ass.   

“Does a son need a reason to come see his dear-old dad.” 

Lucas chuckled, “Since when do you call me dad?  Last time I paid you a visit, you told me I would never be your real father.  Perhaps you’ve had a change of heart?  Where are my manners, do you want a turn?” 

Dylan had been tempted to look away from the obscene display, but he didn’t want to give any sign of discomfort.  As his father pulled out, his immense hard cock became visible.  Slick and veiny.  Dylan’s own traitorous dick began to stir.  Lucas Boucher’s smile widened ever so slightly.  A preternatural glimmer in his blue eyes. 

“Are you offering me your sloppy seconds?  I think I’ll pass.” 

“You know I am offering you much more than a used boy cunt,” he said as he glanced down at his own impressive erection.  The older man sat down on his desk and began to stroke his ten-inch penis, displaying his impressive physique and endowment. 

“You are dismissed Jacob. Why are you here Dylan?” As the secretary groggily picked up his pants and stumbled out of the room, Dylan explained, “I need more power.  I have to find a way to protect Liam and help him with his pack.” 

“Still in puppy love with that boy.  Well, I can’t say I don’t see the appeal.  You know that kind of power comes with a price.  Have you come to make a deal with the devil?” As Lucas Boucher says this, his true demonic form flashes visible for just a moment.  He seems taller with red skin, hard hairy bulging muscles, bearded, and with his black hair slicked back behind ram’s horns.  His red penis somehow even more obscene and unnatural, almost horse-like. 

 Dylan couldn’t resist the urge to step closer to his father.  His feet practically moving of their own accord, and his mouth slightly open.   

“You need to accept me as your father and be baptized by the very unholy seed that created you.  Accepting your place as heir to the throne of Hell”.    

Now they are standing so close, that Lucas reaches out and strokes his son’s handsome and smooth face.  The warlock shuddering slightly at the touch, his mind trying to resist the temptation of his own flesh and blood.  But the devil is so good at temptation.  He moves his hand so his finger strokes Dylan’s lower lip.  The young man feeling a lust he has never known before.  Not just for his father’s body but for power.  

He whimpers, “I accept.  I want to be baptized as the prince of Hell.” 

Lucas whispers in his ear, “You are truly mine”.   

He pushes the boy down to his knees, “Seal our contract with a kiss.” 

Dylan is now almost eye level with his father’s cock.  In his human form, still an impressive 10 hard inches.  He looks up at Lucas’ handsome face.  After another second of hesitation, he takes the large cockhead into his mouth.   

For a moment it feels unnatural, but that fades as he gets his first taste of demonic precum.  His mind goes into a haze of lust, and he starts sucking in earnest.  Nursing on the very dick that sired him.  Lucas puts his hand on the back of his son’s head, and he starts lightly fucking his face.  Dylan begins to gag as he is held down.  After a few seconds, Lucas pulls him off.  A trail of spit and precum still connecting them.  

“Not yet boy.  The time is not yet right for the ritual, but I wanted you to get a taste of what you have been missing.”  

Still on his knees, Dylan looks up and manages to whimper, “When?” His mind racing and yearning for more.  

Lucas recognized that dazed hungry look.  He knew there would be no more resistance.  “Friday night, I will send a car for you and your canine friend.”  

III. 

“You don’t have to do this,” said Liam from his side of the limousine backseat. 

The last few days seemed to be a blur, yet they dragged on with anticipation.  Dylan had spent years fighting this outcome, and part of him was ashamed how easily he sank to his knees before Lucas.  The greater part of him was eager to taste more.   

Just before midnight, the car arrived at a small chapel along the edge of another wood.  The boys entered and found the red headed twins waiting.  Jonathan and Jacob had them discard every shred of their clothing.  Looking at his boyfriend’s beefy body, Dylan uttered, “No matter what happens, I love you.”  

Before Liam could answer, the door into the chapel swung open.   The warlock and the wolf walked down the aisle.  The pews were populated by demons of various forms.  Liam was very much aware of his nudity and vulnerability, but Dylan was too focused on the demon standing before the black altar.  An upside-down crucifix in the background.  

His father was in his true demonic form and just as naked.  Dark and handsome, with swept back black hair.  His body almost 7 feet tall with crimson muscles.  His erection standing at a proud 13 inches with a flared head and ridged shaft.   He dwarfed his son in size, even if they were matched in other ways.  Dylan’s hair was several shades lighter, but they had similar features.  Lucas smiled ogling his son’s lean physique and hard body. 

After what seemed an eternity, the boys arrived at the altar.  Both felt invisible hands guiding them to kneel before the Devil.  Lucas, no Lucifer said, “Dylan Boucher come forward.” 

His son stood up and approached.  “Tonight, we are gathered for your black baptism.  Do you renounce God and the Holy Spirit?” 

“I do,” Dylan mumbled as rain began to pour outside.  The heavens weeping. 

“Do you accept me, Satan called Lucifer, as your god and father?” 

“I do.  Hail Satan.” he said with a firmer voice belying this his certainty and his need.  

The infernal chorus began chanting in a language neither boy comprehended.  Lucifer approached his son and embraced him in his bulging arms.  Their mouths met, lips and tongue warring in a way unbecoming to fathers and sons.  Witnessing this, Liam knew he should be disgusted, but he was too aroused seeing his boyfriend and the gorgeous demon making out.   

Dylan’s hand began exploring his father's hard form.  Fingers working their way over his chest and shoulders, as a clawed hand found this own bubble ass.  Dylan’s 7.5-inch erection continued rubbing against the gigantic unholy cock of his father.   

Lucas pulled his mouth away to whisper, “I have waited a long time for this,” before sliding his forked tongue back into his boy’s mouth.   

Dylan came down again to face his father’s cock, this time in its true beastly glory.  He kissed, tongued the large, flared head, and began suckling.  He had been waiting too long to get a second taste.  Taking it into his mouth was difficult with the sheer size, but he managed while stroking with both hands.   

Lucifer’s own clawed hands grabbed the back of his head, encouraging him to take him deeper. The warlock’s throat expanding to accommodate, and he began choking.  In truth Dylan felt he needed the cock more then he needed air.  Dad pulled him off, and he leaned forward and spit into the boy’s mouth before sticking himself back inside.  His hips fucking his son’s throat rougher than last time.  Drool sliding down the tremendous shaft. 

The devil pulled out and with one strong motion picked up his son and positioned him with his back on the altar.  Lifting his firm gymnast legs into the air exposing the young man’s tight hairless hole.  Lucifer began kissing and teasing the opening, his long, forked tongue starting to part the lips and slide inside.  Dylan moaned feeling the profane kiss.   

For several minutes, his father feasted on his boy pussy.  Liam had begun stroking his own caramel colored 8-inch cock, thankful to have the best seat in the house.  Most of the gathered horde doing the same.   

Lucifer lifted himself and guided the gigantic cockhead to his boy’s ass.  Dylan was in a haze of cock lust, and fear hadn’t even entered his mind.  There was only need.   

“Please,” he begged.  Once the cock began to breach his rectum, lightning and thunder flashed outside.  Neither paying the protest any mind.  The pain in his ass was exquisite, but it gave way to pleasure as more and more of the devil’s dick found home.  

Lucas murmuring encouragement and the occasional; “Fuck.”  

After what seemed like eternity, it was all inside the boy’s cunt.  His eyes rolling into the back of his head.  Lucas growled, “Damnation.” 

He began sliding in and out, his hips thrusting past the warlock’s second hole.  He held on to his neck and shoulders as he fucked the body, he himself made.   Dylan moaned like a cheap whore as the fucking became rougher, the claws digging into his throat lightly.  “Yes daddy. Don’t stop; please don’t ever stop”.  

He rubbed his hands over the demon’s strong arms. Feeling his biceps, his lightly hairy abs, whatever part of his father's preternatural body he could grab.  Waves of pleasure crashing through his still mortal body.   

His whimpering continued to grow, as Satan leaned down to kiss his son.  HIs hips never stopping the desecration of his new cunt. “You belong to me for eternity now, boy.”  

“Yes Master.  I am yours, use me as you see fit.”  The boy realizing he was foolish to have resisted this.  He could been having this pleasure for years.  

Dylan was then lifted, the horse cock still inside him.  Lucifer held him in his arms and continued to fuck with ease.  His son’s precum dripping into his abs as Dylan kissed his neck and shoulders.  “Fuck boy, Hell is going enjoy using its new royal whore” 

“Yes Daddy.  My hole was made for you; whore it out and ruin me.  Fuck me.” 

Lucifer eventually flipped him back onto the altar.  Watching his son’s strong back and thin waist as he fucked him doggy. 

Dylan was now facing Liam.  He felt no shame in being reminded his boyfriend was watching his father destroy his pussy.  Each thrust fucking the good out of him, and his thoughts becoming darker and more perverse.  Liam returned his smile as he continued jerking off his own member, enjoying the unnatural show.  

He sensed his father’s pace becoming more erratic, and the devil leaned over Dylans body, his huge pecs rubbing against his son’s back. One clawed hand holding the boy’s neck.  The demon growled, as what seemed like a river of black cum began to invade the mortal’s body.   

The young man’s own climax building as he released his last load of white pure cum.  Father and son in infernal union.  His abdomen briefly appeared distended from the gallons of demon seed defiling his body which was beginning a transformation. 

Dylan’s lean muscles began growing and bulging obscenely.  HIs brown hair became a bit thicker along his chest and body.  His cock began to grow as well, with bumps and ridges appearing along the head and shaft.  The skin becoming a few shades darker and reddening.   

The warlock mostly noticed the throbbing as his own black horns began emerging from his temples before curving backward over his unkempt hair.  His eyes flashed black as some of the dark demon cum began leak out of his eyes and mouth.   

IV. 

With the boy’s soul claimed and his body collapsed on the altar, Lucifer kissed the back of his neck and pulled out.  His black cum leaking slowly out of the wrecked hole of his only son.  Coming forward on the dais, he called to Liam, “Come dog.” 

Liam knew he should be offended, but this submission felt more right than what he felt with his pack.  He crawled forward on all fours.   

As Dylan stirred, turning his head, he saw his beautiful boyfriend begin to work on his father’s demonic cock.  Cleaning the demonic shaft, Liam tasted the dark cum. The taste impossible to describe but addicting.  His hunger growing more as the seed began working on his body and mind, perverting both. 

He felt his boyfriend kneeling beside him, his hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to take more of the devil’s cock into his throat pussy.  Dylan began pushing Liam up and down.   

Lucifer, eventually pulled out of the gagging mouth.  He stroked his enlarged cock as both boys looked up at him, faces painted with infernal lust.  Suddenly a stream of demon piss began to practically drown them.  After a moment of shock, they began fighting to devour the golden stream.  Piss sliding down their chests, soaking them.  Dylan and Liam kissed sharing the unholy nectar.  

With their shower finished, Dylan stood up, still getting used to his larger stronger form.  He was taller too, and he positioned himself next to his father. His arm sliding across the devil’s back.  As the wolf began alternating between the two offered horse cocks, Lucifer kissed his son tasting his own acrid piss.   

Lucifer ordered, “Claim his ass for hell.  Begin his transformation for me, Princeling.” 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Dylan growled; his voice slightly deeper.  He positioned himself behind his boyfriend's beautiful round ass.  Liam continued sucking on Lucifer’s cock like his life depended on it.  In a way it very much did.   

He felt his lover’s transformed cock enter him, making his vocal cords moan on the other devil dick in his mouth.  Liam’s body was overwhelmed with bliss.  Giving himself over fully to his new fate.   

The new Dylan was fucking him harder than he had ever done as a mortal.  Each long stroke tearing his hole and soul.  Lucifer admiring his son’s transformed body with pride.  The prince of Hell leaned forward and resumed making out with his sire.  Both moaning as they used the little wolf like a fuck toy.   

Dylan began to cum into boyfriend’s hole, with Liam practically convulsing and whimpering.  HIs boyfriend didn’t have enough power to trigger complete transformation, but Liam did begin feeling his body swell and his senses sharpen.   

 Pulling out, Dylan admired the damage he had done.  He stuck a clawed finger into the tender hole, making the boy wince.  He bent down and tongued the gaping cunt, felching out some of his seed.   

The two demons switched positions.  Liam looked up and saw his boyfriend’s mouth open dripping with his first black load.  Dylan purred, “Taste how far you have fallen, and know you have further to go love.”  The boys kissed, with the wolf tasting their sex, longing for me depravity.  

He didn’t have long to wait, as Satan drove his entire 13 inch shaft in one long thrust.  Liam practically screamed into Dylan’s mouth.  The devil pinned the boy’s head down against the black marble floor, but after a few minutes lifted him, his hands holding onto Liam’s smooth pectorals.  

“I love my baby’s sloppy seconds almost as much as I love harvesting a special soul like yours boy.”  

Liam barely managed to whimper a “Thank you Sir.”  He was stretched even further then what Dylans now 11.5 inch cock accomplished.  For his part, Dylan had gotten down on the floor as well, noticing Liam’s cock had swelled to almost 9 inches with a thick knot at the base above the balls.   

Liam felt a warm wet mouth wrapping around his cock.  He was losing himself in the unholy pleasures.  Lucifer’s power thrusts fucking the wolf cock into his son’s throat.  The pressure on his insides, causing Liam to release his bladder.  The old Dylan would have been mortified, but demon Dylan swallowed and savored every drop of his lover’s piss. 

Satan Lucifer stopped pile driving into the wolf’s swollen cunt.  He laid down on the altar, his red devil dick erect.  Without hesitation. Liam climbed up and began riding the humungous cock.  His beefy body was facing the gathered horde which had descended into a full-on orgy in the pews. 

The lords of hell watching their spectacle while also engaging in their own acts of sodomy.  He spied the red headed twins, now with small ivory horns, in the crowd being passed around like party favors in the crowd.  Cock of all shapes and sizes ravaging throats and asses in a mass of muscle, sweat, and demonic testosterone.   

The revelry was broken by Dylan, standing on the altar his cock hard again and still slick.  Liam took him hungrily into his mouth while Lucifer continued to meet his thrusts.  Liam blew the first of several loads as he impaled himself on his new master’s cock. After what seemed like hours, both demons began to grunt and flooded him from both ends with black seed.  

Dylans load escaping and dripping down Liam’s neck and chest even as he tried to swallow every precious drop.  His father’s seed still pouring into his ass.  He felt bloated and slightly nauseous from all the satanic fluids forced into his body.   

Dylan pulled out as his lover began transforming into a hybrid form. Snout elongating, black hair covering his tanned caramel flesh.  HIs eyes burned with orange embers.  Liam becoming larger and stronger.  HIs cock growing red and knotted. New power and gifts being planted by the dark seeds mixing inside him.   

He howled as everyone paused and watched.  No longer just a wolf, a Hell hound. After a moment, he shifted back into human form.  His formerly beefy and shorter build now shredded like his demon lover.  Muscles bigger, stronger pushing over 200 lbs and 6 feet.  HIs beautiful face now also sporting a small set of ibex like horns.   

The dark baptisms now complete, the family of demons faced each other and began a profane three-way kiss.  Bodies rubbing and exploring each other, as the Dukes of Hell began climbing onto the dais.  Dylan and Liam found themselves being put back on the altar face to face as their asses were fucked to Hell in an infernal gangbang.  Dear old demon dad watching with a smile before he too found the nearest hole.