The servants
I was just settling in when the knock came. I never knew when the demon would come for me. I knew not the demon's name. I knew nothing about the demon. I tried not to think about the demon. That was hard. And I knew the demon wanted it that way. To get into my head. But what was in my head now was the knock at the door.
And then another knock. I shrugged and approached the door, looked through the peephole.
2 men. One had a beard, one was clean-shaven. The bearded one was taller, but not by much. A little fat, but less so than myself. And he was bald. The guy without a beard had long hair. Irony. And he was overweight, heavier than myself. They wore tacky suit-style jackets and decent black pants. They both looked a little older than me. Early 50s or so. I figured they were salesmen. Until one held up their palm. A pentagram.
Fuck. What fresh hell was this? And why hadn't I grabbed a knife?
"You can let us in, or we can let ourselves in. Only one of these options preserves your door." The bearded man spoke with a noticeable accent, American, I just didn't know what city. I'm not good with accents. But I figured it was east coast. I shrugged. Again. Unlocked and opened the door.
They both stepped in. They briefly pushed their coats aside. They both had guns. Fuck.
"The master has declared you our property for the evening."
The master? The demon? The other man spoke up. European accent. Again, couldn't place it. Didn't sound like Russian or anyplace in the UK though... those I'd know.
"We have served the master: Found him a human woman he was able to impregnate. That's rare. He is thanking us by providing us relief for the evening. A cum dumpster. A fancy fleshlight. That's you." I gagged. and the gagging was obvious. One had a bulge in their pants.
"You'll need to come with us. We own you for the evening." I don't know why I didn't just go. I guess I had to put up some sort of fight for my sanity.
"No, I'm not going with you. I'd rather take my chances staying right here. I go with you, who knows what you'll do to me. Just kill me here, get it over with." They looked at each other and laughed.
"Look, you have 2 options. You can come with us, make us cum, and wake up tomorrow morning. Or you can stay here, we can kill you, and we'll still cum. We prefer to cum in your living body, but your corpse will do fine. And when you die, master will be waiting in the afterlife. Probably with friends." They made a convincing argument. So i went with them.
3 hours later they walked me out of their old crappy SUV with the bag still over my head. After a few minutes walking, we stopped.
"Get on your knees," the one with the city accent said. I didn't.
"You don't want us to push you right now. Get on your knees." I did.
The air was cold. I knew I had no power here. We were outside, and it was long after dark. The place they took me to was probably empty. They weren't taking the bag off my face, which made me nervous. And then I heard what I had been dreading but expecting: Clanging of belt buckles and zippers. The sliding cloth of multiple pairs of pants being removed, then knees brushing me as underwear was. They pulled the bag off my head. In front of me were, as I suspected, 2 dicks. Real, human dicks. Once was more level with my face, pointing out instead of up. The other pointed up more. I looked up, to see them smiling at me. The bearded guy owned the penis pointed right at my face. It was a bit bigger than the other one, decent size, maybe half as long as the demons, and much less... girthy. Uncircumsized. The other guy's, suprisingly, circumsized, and seemed smaller, especially since it was pointed up and right into my face. At least they were both too small to ever be in porn. I had mixed feelings about this. They weren't stacked pop cans, but they smelled and they were still there. Bellies protruded very obviously above the organs. Unlike the demon they had pubic hair. A decent amount of it. Each was only a few inches from my face. I had noticed a slight bulge in the bald guy's pants back at my place but hadn't thought much of it. How long could they be hard at their age?
"By the way, viagra. You aren't outlasting us. Now turn around." I looked behind me, and saw... nothing. I was backed up against an overlook. A cliff. That explained the wind. I couldn't tell how far down it was, but hundreds of feet wouldn't have surprised me. My fear of heights kicked into overdrive. My feet were almost hanging over the edge behind me.
I looked forward, away from the edge, and right there were the dicks.
"If you are enthusiastic, and we cum hard enough, we might not throw you off." The guy on the left, the bald guy, pushed his hips forward and there was no place left to go, He grabbed his dick and rubbed some of the precum on my lips like chapstick. Disgusting. I wondered if they'd throw me over the edge for vomiting. Probably.
"Tasty isn't it?" Said the guy with the European accent. He wasn't asking, just mocking me. The dick pressed against my lips pressed harder, moving forward. I wondered if the man wanted to pull my hair. He couldn't, I had shaved my head weeks ago due to the demon's constantly hair-pulling. So he just grabbed the back of my head and pushed his dick right into my mouth. It was a lot like the demon's, only smaller. Smellier, too. Definitely smelled like a man that was closer to you than you'd really prefer. He kept pushing, with his hand behind my head, until the head of his dick pressed against my tonsils. I knew that his dick could go further than that, because the demon's could. But I wasn't about to tell them that. Maybe they wouldn't have to. Throating(as I had come to call it) HURT. The man pulled back, and it was long-haired guy's turn. While no dicks were in my mouth, which was brief, I asked their names.
"We don't have names as far as you're concerned Our names aren't relevant to a trash receptacle." They had a point. I felt disgusted but they had a point. After that, the other dick entered my mouth. Same deal, unfortunately. At least it was a little smaller, a little less painful on my jaw. The familiar feel of the uncircumsized head, like the demon's. Nothing was comforting out here, but that was the closest I felt I was going to get. Unfortunately, his belly was pressing against my face, my forehead, as his dick thrusted into my mouth, over and over. I heard a bit of a moan as he crushed into my throat. But it didn't seem like much. He "handed me off" to the other guy, who started his own thrusting.
"We can't get in far enough, use your hands." I looked up and they looked past me at the air behind the cliff, reminding me. I complied. Clumsily, I wrapped my hands around both dicks. I was disoriented. It would suck if I fell backwards through my own actions, but at this angle, with my wrists twisted all wrong, it wasn't like jerking off, it was completely different. I did my best to keep my body from leaning back and slowly stroked on both dicks, the one in my mouth feeling a bit scrunched up every time I stroked toward the head. The bald guy's dick rubbed on my cheek.
"Umm, hold our balls." What? Fine. I cupped each of their balls in my hands. They at least felt very, very warm in this cold air. But then I felt their dicks move around. They were holding them. Rubbing the heads against my face. The bald guy slid his dick past my lips yet again, and the head jerked in my mouth as he stroked it. I could feel my head getting pushed around by the movement of his dick from his hand. At the same time, the other guy's rubbed against my cheek, rubbing his head all over it, pushing as he stroked.
The long-haired guy grabbed the back of my head, and twisted my face, pushing his dick in my mouth. He moaned a bit. The other guy, rubbing his dick on my cheek now, moaned as well. They were stroking slower, then faster, then slower again. In and out, they took turns, twisting my face back and forth, moans getting a little louder over time. They insisted I squeeze their balls repeatedly. The moans got louder. At this point I just wanted it to be over with. The heads of their dicks were getting slick with precum, and it was all over the inside of my mouth. I really was getting a little concerned about vomiting.
Then I heard puckering noises above me and looked up to see them kissing each other.
I mumbled "couple?" through the dick currently in my mouth.
"No. We aren't even gay. But we are overwhelmed by the pleasure of violating such a satisfying dumpster and so in our lust we instinctively kiss." And they got back to kissing. And the light moaning into each other's mouths. I looked up and saw their tongues move around, as the bald guy's dick twitched a bit in my mouth. Finally, it would be over with.
Except it wasn't over with. They stopped. Pulled both their dicks out.
"He's not very enthusiastic," the bald guy said. The long-haired guy nodded.
"Time to toss him over?"
"Nah... that sounds very pleasurable, but as much as I'd love to kill him, I'd rather cum."
"True, true."
"Spit roast?" I did not like the sound of that.
"Spit roast."
To my relief, at least my temporary relief, they pulled me forward by the shoulders and I was on my hands and knees. Then, to my greater relief, they pulled me forward further, twisting me to the side.
Then the relief passed. There was nothing for a moment.
"It seems we didn't think this through."
"Let's make him do it" suggested the long-haired guy. The bald guy pushed me over on my side. Hard.
"Fleshlight, take off your shirt, pants, underwear, and socks. Well, just take off everything. Now." They had trained me well. Or I had good self-preservation when literally backed up against a cliff. Either way, I stripped bare-ass naked. And now I had cold feet, cold balls, and a cold ass.
"Now, back on your hands and knees." I tried moving away from the cliff, and I got a few feet before the bald guy held my head in place, then I tried wiggling my butt further away, which they let me do, for a few feet. Then the long-haired guy stopped that, too, his warm hand almost welcome on my freezing butt-cheek.
The long-haired guy kept his right hand, and just his right hand, on my ass. The bald guy twisted so his dick was in my face, inches away. Again.
I felt intense heat against my freezing asshole. Long-haired guy's hard dick. It was a little slimy, but not enough to drain away that intense heat. He grabbed me around my hips, his fingers wrapping around in front of them, getting him a good grip. At the same time, I felt bald guy's also slimy dick pressing into my lips, and I knew I couldn't hold them together. Spit roast, I thought to myself. Surprisingly enough, I felt even more demeaned than I had kneeling in front of them.
I was happy the smaller dick was against my ass, for whatever relief that was. Which wasn't much.
One thing I had noticed was that I never stretched out after the sessions with the demon. Despite his massive member, every time I was just as tight. I figured he must have done something to me. But that also meant that when I felt long-haired guy's penis slip into my freezing hole, even coated by his pre-cum, it felt huge. Way bigger than how big it looked. I could feel it sliding in, filling me up. And as I tried to lean forward reflexively, bald guy's dick popped into my mouth, and he pushed down to the tonsils. I couldn't move forward. And long-hair's dick was still sliding in, stretching me out. But it was cold out, and when I felt long-hair's balls pressed against my balls, the warmth was genuinely welcome. Bald guy spoke up.
"The master told us you can take it all. I want my balls on your chin." He grabbed the sides and back of my head with both hands, and pulled me forward. His dick finally went past my tonsils, swelling against my throat, holding me in place... and his balls were on my chin.
Then they began thrusting. I felt squeezed front to back. A few times they started rocking me back and forth, going out of sync, but it was obvious they wanted to thrust in and out simultaneously, crushing me down, giving me no escape from the pressure. And they picked up their pace. I had a feeling this was what they really wanted. I had no way to resist, nowhere to hide. Literally and figuratively naked to their pumping. They were grabbing my head and my hips so tight I thought I'd bruise, moaning even louder now. I felt like long-haired guy was going to lift my knees off the ground. as he lunged into me.
Then something unexpected happened. I don't know if it was my own dick slapping against my belly, forced hard by the intense pressure and skin-on-skin contact, or that intense omnipresent friction and pressure in my ass, but I came. Hard. And it hurt. And I was loud. Screaming and moaning right onto bald guy's dick, vibrating it. But it felt so different. I just leaked, and it hurt, and it lasted. Oh did it ever last. I just kept shaking and moaning, and their moaning got louder too. As my bizarre orgasm finally subsided, I found that they were still moaning, still crushing my body between their dicks, which felt MUCH larger than they looked. It hurt horribly. Way beyond chafing. And now I was in post-nut clarity. I felt even more ashamed, and felt no pleasant sensation, whether welcome or not. Just getting shoved back and forth, smells, a belly slapping my face, and a weird combination of burning hot and freezing cold. I had to begrudgingly admit I was okay with the balls slapping together, however.
The men seemed to be enjoying themselves even more, relishing in it.
"It came. The little bitch came," moaned long-hair.
"Getting fucked post-nut clarity by 2 dudes when you're straight has to suck," replied bald guy. They moaned even louder.
"He has to hate this, it has to disgust him, and we're doing it, and that's so fucking hot."
"Hold off a second." The bald guy stopped his thrusts. But the long-haired guy kept going.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Oh yeah."
For what seemed like hours, they'd take turns talking to each other...
"Okay stop now, go now... yes... perfect. Almost there? Almost. Stop, go."
Until they both stopped, sweating and panting. So much sweat, I could feel the sweat. And I was worn out, most likely bleeding. My throat and tonsils burned. My balls felt, not like I just got kicked in them, but I could really feel the toll of the constant slapping.
Bald-guy pressed his palms into my back, and long-haired guy grabbed my hips tight. They both had onlythe heads of their penises in.
"Now?"
"NOW!"
They slammed into me, simultaneously. I was caught off-guard. They did not care. I almost choked. They did not care. Their moans become yells. Both of them at the same time, as they thrusted ferociously, like their lives depended on it. I had never felt this kind of pressure clear through my body before, and I hoped I never would again. I felt them both pressing tight into me, absolutely crushing me. And then felt it...the inevitable... at both ends. Bald guy's cock flexed and twitch wildly, I felt that now-familiar swelling along the underside of his cock, and my throat filled up with load after load of his cum, which tasted much, MUCH grosser than demon's. Long-haired guy's cock yanked around in my ass and I could tell it was swelling... as he pulled out a little, right before slamming back in, there was almost no friction, and I felt soaking wet back there. They smashed their dicks together again, with my body in-between. And they slowed down, their moans subsiding. I could feel the cum dripping down my balls, and spilling out of my mouth as I was finally able to cough. All I could taste was slimy cum in my mouth and throat. The dick in my ass plopped out again, and I found my ass cold. I collapsed onto my side. I lay there naked and cold, but my post-nut clarity had subsided. I wouldn't say I missed the balls slapping, but in that cold, in that bare moment, the memory did not make me want to vomit. I panted. I was seriously very, very cold. Sweat and cum ice-cold in the wind. My teeth chattered and I shivered.
Then the long-haired guy grabbed me and lifted me up by my ankles, and the bald-guy grabbed me by my arms. I was so weak from the experience that I could not resist.
They were carrying me. To the edge. Wait, what?
"That wasn't enough for you?!" I yelled.
"Oh, you came around. Eventually. I'd give that orgasm 7/10. What do you think?"
"Oh an 8 if a day." I guess my ass gave better orgasms than my mouth. I hoped that information would never be needed.
"So why?" They had stopped but looking to my right I saw nothing but open air and a very steep drop-off. They started swinging me.
"You have no real value to the master. We can kill you and nobody will know and he won't care. Buying a new trash can is easy." They kept swinging, wider and wider. I tried to struggle, but I had no leverage.
"I think I'll like this more than the actual orgasm."
"Yeah, I'll enjoy watching... and hearing... his skull hit the ground."
I was so exhausted, so tired, so dizzy from the swinging, that I just didn't know what to say.
"This thing's compliant too, it's just letting us toss it."
"Okay, let's do it so we can go home."
"one... two..."
And they let go, and my freezing naked body hurled past the cliff edge, into the freezing open wind.
