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Danse Macabre


It had been a long day. Justin finished the day with 225 lb deadlift, and was ready to bring LSU to the finals. Football was his life, it always had been, but it truly exhausted him. So, when he came home from practice, aside from a whey shake, he immediately hit the hay. However, on a night like Friday the 13th, with a full blood moon, perhaps it would have been a better idea to be more diligent. You see, its on nights like those that Louisianians worry about ghosts and demons being out on the prowl. But, from the comfort of his king sized sleep number bed, Justin slept rather soundly. 

Thus, he wasn’t conscious to see the strange black form crawling out of the ceiling. A shadowy, dark mass manifested in the corner of the room, forming the outline of a masculine hulk with large, twisted horns. It’s large, flaccid cock dragged along the shag carpet as it approached Justin. Two glowing red eyes observed the peaceful jock, blissfully asleep. A bellowing laugh echoed in the suddenly cavernous room, startling awake the boy. 

Without a single touch from the creature, Justin’s arms and legs were thrown and held in the corners of the bed; pinned down by forces unseen. The demon began to crawl onto the mattress, ignoring Justin’s inane cries for help. Upon reaching the boy’s groin, it extended it’s long, bulging arm into his shorts, massaging the head of his cock and balls. Justin had never felt such strange euphoria, a sensation of constant edging. His cock now at full attention, the creature used it’s shadowy appendage to sneak into the boy’s rectum, massaging his prostate. 

Cries of ecstasy and pleasure now replaced the fear and terror, as he begged the creature to continue. The feeling of the silky, probing mass in his anus; coupled with the velvety fingers pumping his erect cock was unbelievable. Though, the demon had further plans for Justin. For what seemed like days, the creature toyed with him, giving him immeasurable pleasure, but no release. Finally, Justin reluctantly begged for an end to this ordeal. The same bellowing laughter echoed in the boundless dark, as the creature finally spoke. 

“You will get release, boy. But are you willing to give everything to get it?” Hyperventilating in immense elation, the boy demanded the price. “I’m sure you can guess, mortal. What any creature of the dark demands. A soul. However, you are simply too much fun to devour. For you, I will settle for a vessel. Imagine, eternal youth, eternal libido, all the women and men you will ever imagine and more. I will share it with you, if you agree.” Justin felt the sensations intensify, screaming in exhilaration. 

“I agree! Get in me! I want it!” With a colossal roar, the creature finally gave Justin climax, shooting a fountain of cum into the air. In a moment, the demon began oozing its way into his cock and anus, invading his body with impressive speed. The sound of slurps and inflation filled the cavern, as the immense incubus forced it’s way into Justin. The demon wriggled and extended into his limbs and torso, it’s fluid movements and jolts clearly visible underneath his skin. It’s entire vast form now within Justin, the boy thrashed and moaned in pleasure, the sensations of the demon inside him exciting him more and more! His hands, now no longer within his control, grasp his erect, slimy cock and pumps it further, feeling an even larger load approaching. 

Now a passenger within his body, Justin watched and writhed as he saw and felt his body climax a second time, a black ooze now replacing his pristine white cum. The bedroom returned to it’s normal state, now with it’s new tenant smirking and laughing at it’s new existence of eternal pleasure. Perhaps one day you’ll come across a sexy young man named Justin, and become enamored with his charm and wit. Maybe, one day you’ll find Justin inside you!

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