The Beast

So here I was, headed out of town with Greg unconscious in the back of the van. Not too fast; didn't want a cop making a traffic stop. Besides, he'd be out of it for at least two hours, and the cave was still over ninety miles away. But the way I drive on the open road? I'd be there in just over an hour. That gave me nearly an hour's leeway to find some guy to grab, fuck and dump.

Of course, didn't hurt that the beast liked it when I brought someone extra back to use as food for the craft. I could do anything I wanted with the second guy so long as the first guy guy was untouched until the ritual. Undefiled is how it was put. That's when the Beast would slip a tentacle up my ass and I would suck the guy off, then fuck him, then suck him off, again. Every time.

Seems that was how the Beast liked to feed. Then the guy would be the craft's meal and the energy gained from it shared. If there were two meals for it, so much the better. It helped with the healing process...which I halfway thought was close to completion.

I had no idea what would happen to me once the Beast was gone.

I was nearing the outskirts of town and the sun was beginning to rise, but I was having no luck. Fucking streets were all but deserted. Well, except for men who had to get to early jobs that had already broken their bodies down. Women, I completely ignored at the Beast's request.

The desperate need within was growing difficult to control. A few glances back at Greg, still unconscious on the bed of the van, on his side, his ass looking so fucking inviting in just his undies, told me I'd better find a substitute soon or I would pounce on him...and that would really piss the beast off.

I'd made that mistake once, with a black guy I'd taken outside Bakersfield. Race didn't matter to me or the Beast, so long as he was between twenty and forty years of age, buff with a nice ass, and had a dick.

Had to be careful about that last aspect; I almost took a transgender Korean dude who had everything except the one thing the Beast wanted most. Which was too bad; I'd really liked his look. But that's why I check 'em, now.

So the black guy was walking down the street, after midnight, his fast-food uniform shirt slung over one shoulder. He was in a nice, tight wife-beater that emphasized his back...and pecs, once I saw them...and his pants were halfway down his ass, showing off his CKs. His hair was in short cornrows and his face was amazingly sweet.

Watching him strut, I got a feeling about him so pulled up beside him and asked if he wanted a ride. He shrugged and jumped in, and slumped in the passenger seat. He shifted the wife-beater up a little to show his lovely flat belly, all in a way that practically screamed, Make me an offer.

Instead, I scratched his arm with my laced fingernail. He jolted and howled and started to get out...but then slumped against the passenger door, out cold. I drove into a deserted parking lot, pulled him into the back of the van and bound and gagged him with the tape. Then I pulled his pants down, revealing long CK boxer briefs, and pulled out his dick and balls.

And son-of-a-bitch, they were so fucking glorious. He was long and fat and circumcised, and everything was so fucking heavy. So beautifully formed. I rolled him face down and pulled the briefs off his ass...and it was even lovelier. Smooth, no stretch marks. Bit of a tan-line.

God DAMN, he'd made me so fucking hungry.

It had been over a week since the guy I'd had before him, and I got to thinking, I'm pretty sure this guy's been around. Been fucked, for the right price. So not a virgin in anyway. Bet if all I did was suck him off, the Beast wouldn't care. Might not even mind me fucking him, so long as I can cum inside him, again, later.

So I got to work on him. Licking and stroking and sucking, and even though he was unconscious he began to grow...and grow...and grow until I couldn't fit him in my mouth. Shit, no wonder he was willing to sell it; this dick was worth anything.

My hands shifted from holding his dick to fondling his balls to shifting up the wife-beater and pinching his tits to grabbing his ass, over and over and over. After a few minutes he groaned and as I licked up his shaft, he exploded over my face and hair. Beautiful streams of cum. Two...three...four times. Like he'd been storing it for a year.

I was able to swallow about half of it, and that satisfied me enough to where I could step back. I mean, I was hard, yeah, and...well...and I did rub my dick between his ass cheeks for a bit. Okay, I did it till I shot my wad between them. At that, I could sigh and continue on to the cave.

Once there, I backed the van inside, carried the guy into the craft and laid him on the platform, still fully exposed. Damn, he was pretty. I was looking forward to another session, this time when he was awake...as he was beginning to be.

A moment later, the Beast drifted up, fondled his dick and balls with its whips as its tentacles worked on his ass...and stopped.

Then one of its whips lashed out and cut me, in the face. Two tentacles grabbed me and the rest shifted from the guy to shredding my shirt off me...and then my pants...and the whips were lashing at me, all the time. It fucking hurt!

Soon, I was naked and bleeding. That's when one of the whips circled my head and I saw...no, remembered that it was important the man brought to him be undefiled. By me. Specifically me, since I was only the Beast's helper. Fortunately, all I'd done was blow and dry-hump him. Had I actually fucked him, it would have been me given to the wall.

He was beginning to wake. He was still bound by the tape, and gagged, so when he finally came to and saw the Beast, his screams of terror were muffled.

The Beast's whips released me and the tentacles shoved me to him. I still had one wire wrapped around my head, so I sensed I was the one who had to strip him.

And do nothing more.

As I've said, I'm strong, so even though I was hurting, I tore his pants off his legs. Such beautiful legs, too, with calves in just the right proportion to his thighs. I caressed them, got flicked by a whip, so ripped open the wifebeater and shredded the CKs. His work shoes and socks also went.

Shit. The picture he made, lying on that platform. Struggling. Growling through the gag. His perfect dick flopping about and his balls bouncing. I could have had so much fun with him for days...weeks, even...if I hadn't brought him back here.

The cords wrapped around his chest and knees, and I undid the tape I'd used to bind him. Then I unwrapped the gag.

He started screaming and shaking and cursing and howling for answers as to what was going on while spitting curses and threats. I said nothing, just gave his tits another pinch.

Then the beast let the cords take him into the wall.

I watched it absorb him, his screams soon silenced, his beautiful dick the last to vanish into it.

What a waste. I didn't even get to fuck his gorgeous ass.

A whip cut against my own ass, then another wound around my neck, choking me. I was forced close to the wall, almost touching it. I won't swear to this, but I think...I think I saw piles of bones inside it. The impossible lights dancing around them. Before them. No sign of the black guy's body. Just those mounds of death.

I began to breathe, deep and harsh. I felt a glorious tingling in my groin. A love bursting from me that was vile and impossible to ignore. A love I did not want to ignore.

Feed the Beast, it was telling me. Feed the craft.

If I did it right, I would be freeing myself. That was the way to salvation. That was how I would find my reward. And every part of my body screamed in joyous agreement.

I swore to them both I would never ignore the rules, again.