Floating above Jack, Leviathan wriggled its gigantic serpent body. High waves rose up in the agitated mystical water as the powerful water demon changed his shape back. A pair of arms sprouted out from the snake-like body as the scaly skin turned smoother. The monstrous size was reduced significantly. The dragon snout disappeared as the head regained its human shape. Handsomeness thus returned to Levi's face. Levi squirmed and groaned, as if he was in horrible pain. The transformation process only took several seconds. Soon, Levi was back in his demonic form, as a sexy merman.

            "Thomas?" Levi asked. "Who are you talking about? Who is Thomas?"

            "Didn't you hear it? Someone was calling for me. My boyfriend, Thomas." Jack looked up at Levi, hoping that Levi heard it too. "Listen!"

            Levi blinked, staring at Jack's face as if Jack was an idiot. "I don't hear anything. Maybe you're imagining things," Levi responded, floating lower until his eyes were level with Jack's.

            At first, Jack refused to believe Levi. Concentrating, he sought to hear Thomas' voice again. Yet, nothing was heard. His mind was blank.

            "Let me give you a friendly advice," Levi said. "I suggest you forget Thomas. He's not in hell, that's for sure."

            "So he's in heaven, right?" Jack asked, confirming his suspicion. "I mean, it's either heaven or hell."

            "Forget love, Jack. Demons know no love. Monogamous gay love is as disgusting as heterosexual love," Levi warned, floating around Jack. "Trust me. You don't want to anger Devlin. If he knows you still have strong attachment to Thomas, you'll be in big trouble. Even Thomas' spirit may be in danger."

            Jack fisted his hands, yet he tried to control his anger. He certainly didn't like how Devlin meddled with his personal love life. Deep in his heart, he knew that he could never forget Thomas although lately he no longer had any control over his sexual urge. Yet, being cunning, Jack understood the importance of staying low profile. For the sake of Thomas' soul, he couldn�t afford to let any of the demons know about his true feelings.

            I should stop reacting so violently about Thomas. They may know that I still love Thomas. Damn! It's so hard to pretend I no longer love him, but I have to do it for his sake wherever he may be. When I have chance, I may do my own search. Either he's in hell or heaven, they can't stop me from reuniting with my lover.

            Jack cleared his throat. "You're right, Levi. Free sex is more fun. I can fuck and get fucked by whomever I want. No string attached." Pretending, Jack made a convincing act with his facial expression. It was not easy, though.

            "Good boy," Levi replied, placing his hand on Jack's bare back. "You're learning fast."

            "I assume you know Belial? I need to find him. He just took someone that belongs to me."

            "Oh, that brutal demon? Yes, I know him very well. Too well, unfortunately." Levi emphasized the last sentence. "He did pass here. And I did see him carry a naked man."

            "Where did he go? Tel me please," Jack urged. Afraid Levi would get the wrong idea, he quickly added, "The man he carried was a priest. That priest tried to hang me. Before I could get my revenge, Belial suddenly came and snatched him away. I have to find Belial. He couldn't just show up and rob me like that," Jack spoke fervently.

            "I think Belial is heading for Pand�monium."

            "Pand�monium?" Jack blinked, not knowing that word before. "What's that?"

            Turning away to the horizon, Levi answered, "Pand�monium is our grand capital city. I'm sure, there, you'll find Belial."

*****

            Minutes later, Jack was soaring through the starless sky in his demonic form. He grew a pair of fire wings on his back and took off with Levi. Both glided above the fiery landscape of hell, heading for Pand�monium. Looking down, Jack was mesmerized by the demons' civilization. It was unlike anything that he ever heard from priests. Exquisite buildings made of precious and shiny metal were erected everywhere. Several high towers could be seen scattered across the lava lakes, as if proclaiming the demons' defiance. Flying high, Jack also spotted various kinds of demons flying around far beneath him. Hell was truly such a lively world.

            Jack and Levi continued to fly until they reached a deserted spot. There was practically nothing there except for rocks and gravels. Rivers of lava crisscrossed the land. Like the rest of the ground in hell, the ground there also produced hot steam. Levi landed and assumed his naked human form. So did Jack. However Jack failed to understand why Levi brought him there. He certainly saw no grand city vehemently advertised by Levi. Jack observed the surroundings more carefully but saw no hints of Pand�monium.

            However, a strange looking flat rock attracted Jack's attention. On top of it, there was a small jagged rock. Yet, there was something about the rock which finally drew Jack to inspect closer. Jack approached it, bringing his face close. To his amazement, the jagged rock was actually a miniature of a grand city. It was made with extreme precision. he could even see the reflection of glinting micro precious gems used to decorate the city. Jack had no idea who could have built it.

            "Welcome, Jack, to our capital city, Pand�monium," Levi said.

            "You're kidding, right?" Jack felt as if he had been cheated. "I don't see any city here. Is this some kind of demonic joke?"

            "See for yourself, then."

            Before Jack knew what happened, Levi clutched one of his broad shoulders. Then, Jack suddenly felt as if he was falling into an endless ravine. Shocked, he opened his mouth and yelped. Not knowing what happened, he closed his eyes. Wind whisked by, caressing his naked body, as he made his journey down. He wondered what happened yet just as he was about to guess, the falling sensation stopped all of a sudden. Hesitantly, Jack opened his eyes. And a gasp of bewilderment escaped his mouth.

            In front of him, stood the most amazing building he ever saw. It stretched endlessly from the east to the west. And it was quite tall, too, blocking out the dark sky. Jack looked up in much amazement, trying to figure out how tall it was. The city itself was more like a fort, adorned with metals and gems. Then it dawned on him that the city before him resembled the miniature he previously saw. Turning to Levi, he opened his mouth to ask yet no words came out. Jack was still overwhelmed by what he saw. He found it quite hard to believe that the most beautiful building he ever saw was actually made by savage demons.

            "Yes, this city is the miniature you saw. And yes, we both have been reduced in size so that we both can fit in," Levi immediately answered, knowing exactly what question brewing in Jack's mind. "Let me give you a tour."

            Standing before a giant heavily-ornamented stone gate, Levi waved his hand. The gate then creaked and started to open by itself. Jack couldn�t believe what he saw. It turned out that the city was even more beautiful, inside. The ground was made of shiny gold plates. Tall diamond columns strengthened the structure of the building. Stepping inside, Jack looked up and let his eyes feast on the magnificent structures. There were a large numbers of buildings inside, each lavishly decorated. Demons walked around busily, doing their own business. It was much like a human city! Shocked, Jack was speechless.

            "Pand�monium was originally built by the demon of architect, Mulciber. You may have known him as the Roman god, Vulcan. Actually, he used to work in heaven before he was cast out with the rest of us. Mulciber designed this grand city after Mammon suggested that we should build a city. You know, to show God that we're not as dumb as he thought."

            Like a kid in a toy store, Jack couldn't stop admiring every building he saw. He wondered how on hell savage demons could create such breath-taking constructions. When Levi pulled his arm, Jack hardly noticed it.

            "Come on. I'll take you to the Council Chamber. I'm sure the brute Bailey is there."

            "Bailey?" Jack asked, confused.

            "Yes. Bailey is Belial's human name. Come on. This way."

*****

            In a large grand yet empty room, two figures were seen in the center. The room itself was shaped like a Roman gladiatorial arena. Seeing how big the arena was, it was estimated that millions of demons could fit in there. Yet, everything there was made of exquisite marble and shiny gems. A series of giant torches lit up the whole place, providing eerie yellowish light.

            "No, please! No more! I beg you." A man cried, kneeling on the floor, as he was overshadowed by a naked muscled man. "I can't take it anymore. Please, you're killing me."

            'Shut the fuck up! You're mine. I'll do whatever I want with you," Bailey grunted. He delivered a slap across Peter's teary cheek. "Open wide and suck my cock. Come on! You can't escape your fate. I can keep doing this for eternity, you know? So I suggest you cooperate." The demon hissed as he flexed his powerful broad pecs.

            "Please I don't want to suck your cock. It's too big," Peter cried, tears drenching his eyes.

            "No excuse! Resistance is futile," Bailey growled, yanking Peter's head by the hair. "I know how much you like to fuck young men. You're such a lecherous priest!"

            Wincing in much pain, the priest cried. He knew that, from that moment on, his life would be filled with eternal torture. Knowing that there was nothing he could do to escape it added his desperation. Tear flowed down his cheeks, dripping onto the shiny marble floor. At that point, Peter Hutchins had been stripped off his clothes. He was stark naked, powerless in the hand of a merciless demon.

            "Do you know who I am, priest? I'm Belial. You Christians assigned me as the demon of homosexuality. I thought it was quite amusing. I don't mind being a homosexual demon because that mean I can fuck your tight priestly ass and rip it apart with my mighty dick." A series of scary laughers broke out as he attempted to scare Peter. "You humans never cease to amaze. Your imagination about demons is quite wild. First, you named me as the demon of arrogance. Then I'm the angel of lawlessness. At one time, I was even misidentified as Satan. Now, I'm stuck with the recent title given by you, humans, as demon of homosexuality. I'm gonna show you what a homosexual demon can do to your fucking ass!"

            "No, please! Have mercy!" Peter cried. "Please, no!"

            Like a ragged doll, Peter was shaken as Bailey lifted him up. The helpless naked priest was then thrown against the wall until he fell down on his butt. The pain was excruciating but he knew there was no escape. When Bailey approached him, Peter braced himself for the worst. "Ah!" he croaked, tears breaking out from his eyes. Bailey's strong hand gripped Peter's jaws, forcing them to open. Not wishing to be hurt, Peter gave up and opened his mouth as wide as he could.

            "Damn! You have such a sexy mouth. Care to suck my dick again?"

            Without waiting for Peter's answer, Bailey pushed his veined manhood into Peter's mouth. Smiling wickedly, he was quite pleased because Peter was a fast learner. Earlier, he nearly cracked all Peter's teeth when the priest tried to bite on the head. After hitting Peter repeatedly, Bailey found Peter more submissive than ever. Even in human form, Bailey's body was quite large. He stood at more than 6 feet, his entire body packed with muscles. Bailey's dick was also quite impressive, its normal length reaching almost 9 inch. He knew, most men wouldn�t be able to easily suck his 9-incher. Yet, that was why he enjoyed making them suck it.

            "Fuck you! Suck my cock. Do it!" Bailey insisted. "Don�t make me slap your face again," he threatened, grimacing.

            Traumatized by all the pain he received earlier, Peter quickly assumed the perfect kneeling position. He grabbed Bailey's ass and forced himself to take in the rigid meat. It was certainly a cumbersome task because his mouth was simply not wide enough. At times, Peter was choked, yet he tried to be strong. Bailey's threatening words kept echoing in his mind, motivating him to be a good sex slave.

            I'd rather be a sex slave than being burned in the fiery lake. But being a sex slave is not easy either. Bailey always forces me to do the impossible things. I'm always having problems in following his demanding orders.

            "Fuck! I love fucking your mouth. Oh! My cock is throbbing for you. Yes!" Bailey growled, rotating his head to one side. "Do you like my precum, huh? It's delicious, right?"

            Plugged with Bailey's big dick, Peter was left speechless. He could only make some muffled groans. But talking was out of the question. Gagging, Peter fought not to vomit but it was proven to be quite difficult. Bailey's dick head kept hitting the glottal stop, forcing out another retching effect. The priest eventually had to back away to stop himself from vomiting. Yet, holding Peter's head securely, Bailey didn't let him. Thus, Peter coughed out some drool from his mouth. Mucus was also snorted out of his nostrils. The liquid stained Bailey's hairy crotch, yet it didn't bother him a bit.

            "Suck it hard! Come on! Or I crush your teeth."

            Nearly choked, the naked priest struggled to please the demon. He coughed again, trying to release himself from Bailey's demanding dick. More drool spurted out from his mouth while Peter maintained his breath. It was certainly difficult. He learned from experience that panic only made everything worse. Yet, he couldn't stop being panic whenever he was choked. As a gay-in-denial priest, Peter certainly loved sucking dicks. However, Bailey's was too big for his mouth. Wincing, he felt his stretched lips started to ache as if they were about to be torn apart.

            Despite the ordeal, he couldn�t stop sporting a boner. Peter's uncut dick remained hard and throbbing. Apparently, somewhere deep inside him, there was a side which was previously unknown to him: a side which longed to be sexually dominated. Peter's dick head had been slicked with precum. Actively, the liquid surged through the slit repeatedly. Dripping down almost constantly, it gathered on the floor. Bobbing up and down, the cock pulsated as if declaring that he needed more and more.

            Bailey saw that and gave a snicker. "You really enjoy sucking my cock, don�t you? Your cock keeps throbbing hard. You shameless priest."

            Humiliated yet aroused, Peter didn't say a word. He still struggled with Bailey's manhood, trying to fit it in without hurting it. Using his tongue, he caressed the underside of the dick. Swirling the tongue around the cock head was impossible because there was hardly any space left in the mouth. Bailey's heavy dick pinned the tongue down as it kept oozing out its precum supply. Peter's eyes bulged, realizing that he had gulped down much precum from Bailey's dick, up to the point where he was almost intoxicated.

            "Not bad for an old man," Bailey taunted. "You suck quite well. Come on. Don't stop."

            Choked again, Peter snorted out his mucus. Breathing became quite difficult as the airway in his nostrils were blocked. He also had trouble in seeing because his eyes were drenched with tears. Bailey's precum flowing in, the priest willingly relaxed his throat to accept it. The saltiness of the precum was ingrained in Peter's taste buds. After sucking it for hours, he had grown strong addiction to it. He needed Bailey's precum to quench his thirst and to satisfy his sexual urge. Yet, he really wished that Bailey's dick was smaller because it started hurting his oral orifice.

            "Suck my cock. Yes! Suck me," Bailey roared, forcing the priest to gulp down the entire length. "Damn!" he cursed when Peter coughed out more drool.

            Meekly, Peter took the man meat even though it was beyond his capabilities. At times, he fought to release himself when he was gagged. Yet, he always tried to please Bailey. Clawing at Bailey's hips, Peter blindly found something to hold onto. When he squeezed Bailey's body, he only felt pure muscles there. As a gay man, he found Bailey's body to be quite sexually attractive. Again, Peter's dick throbbed as it pushed out another pearly batch of precum. His entire body then shuddered with much ecstasy.

            Suddenly the marble gate was pushed open. Its loud creaking noise filled the room, surprising both Bailey and Peter. Two naked figures walked in. One of them rushed in, showing disapproval on his face.

            "That man belongs to me, Bailey!" Jack exclaimed angrily, pointing at the kneeling priest. "Hand him over to me."

            "Ah, the newbie," Bailey commented, turning his head around. Rudely, he shoved Peter off his erection. "You can't have this priest. I have claimed him as my property. He's my sex slave now."

            "No, you can't. I'm gonna make him suffer for all the things he'd done to my boyfriend and me. He has to suffer!" Jack protested angrily.

            Knowing the danger he might face, Peter crouched and backed away. At that point, he had got used to being naked. He didn't care whether or not Jack saw his naked cock. What he truly cared was his survival. He knew that if Jack managed to seize him from Bailey, he might face endless torture. Living in hell was certainly not a picnic. Yet, when he had to choose between Jack and Bailey, he would rather be Bailey's sex slave for the eternity. Although Bailey was rude, at least Bailey provided him with sexual pleasure. 

            "You dare to oppose Belial?" The demon stared at Jack angrily. Being taller, he had to look down in order to maintain eye-contact. "I'm a crown prince. You're just a cum collector. You have no right to even mention my name."

            Filled with rage, Bailey flexed his muscles and displayed his strength in front of Jack. To add more intimidating features, he decided to assume his demonic form. Roaring, Bailey spread his flexing arms. At the same time, a pair of green dragon wings appeared on his back. From his head, a pair of ram horns sprouted out. When he fisted his hands, they turned rock-hard. Bailey's muscular body also grew larger and taller, surpassing Jack's. With such menacing physical looks, Bailey looked quite tough and unbeatable. The chance of Jack beating him was almost zero.

            Preparing for the worse, Jack assumed his fiery form. His entire body was lit up with fire as two fiery wings grew from his back. Flexing his body, Jack grew his muscles bigger to match Bailey's. Actually, Jack didn't want to fight Bailey but he would if he had to. For a moment, it seemed that an epic fight was inevitable.

            "What are you guys doing?" A deep voice boomed n, echoing through the marble walls.

            Both Bailey and Jack looked up and saw a large fireball flew down. Great energy came off from it as it approached the floor. When it touched the marble surface, it quickly changed shape into a handsome naked hunk. Both Bailey and Jack then exclaimed, almost in unison, "Devlin!"

            "We demons have to stick together. No fight among demons, please," Devlin scolded, irritated by what he witnessed earlier. "Both of you, assume your human forms, now!"

            Obediently, both of them cooled down and returned to their human bodies. However, Jack couldn't hide his annoyance. A part of him was glad to see Devlin because he hoped Devlin could make Bailey to hand Peter back to him. After all, Devlin promised him revenge. However, before Jack could say something, Devlin had already spoken to him.

            "Jack, you can't kill this priest. I have much bigger plan for him."

            "Why not? You promised me that..."

            "Listen!" Devlin barked, losing his patience. "You've got your revenge already. Almost all the townsmen are screaming in hell now. Mission accomplished!" Before Jack could comment, he quickly added, "This priest spoke of how sinful it was to be a sodomite and to indulge in sodomy. Yet, he, himself, was enjoying the so-called sin. I actually like his hypocrisy because I can easily turn him into one of my minions. Hence, I asked Bailey to kidnap him from you."

            "What?" Jack began to begrudge Devlin. He felt cheated.

            "Don't forget, Jack. You're basically still a human. I can break you neck instantly." Angrily, Devlin snapped his fingers to simulate a cracking noise.

            Fuck! Devlin is right. My life is on his hand. But if I ever want to find Thomas' spirit, I have to bear with Devlin's demands. This is the only way. Jack sighed, taking a deep breath. After all, Devlin has a point. I have dragged all those wretched people to hell. In a way, I've got my revenge. And perhaps it's more satisfying to see Father Hutchins turn into a homosexual demon.  

            Seeing the change of expression on Jack's face, Devlin smiled. "I'm glad you understand, Jack." The handsome demon grabbed Jack's bare shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I think it's time for work, Jack. I need cum, fast. And the priest here will be your first victim."

            When Peter heard the word 'victim', he immediately cringed. He certainly didn't like the sound of it. But what could he do? He was cornered, surrounded by four naked demons. Even if he could escape, there was no way out from hell. Cold sweat pouring out, Peter's heart was beating furiously. Although he knew that it would be useless to try, instinct urged him to run away. Crawling on fours, he backed away but bumped into Levi's strong hairy legs.

            "Going somewhere, priest?" Levi asked, staring down. Deliberately, he made his face look scary by grimacing.

            "No, please," Peter cried. "I�ll do anything. But please don't torture me. Don't." At that time, Peter could only think of the worst.

            "Milking is a form of art, so to speak," Devlin whispered in Jack's ear. "You have to arouse him first. Get him a hard-on. Tease him to the brink of orgasm. Then, let it rip!" Observing Jack's stubble very closely, Devlin continued, "Good quality cum comes from the victim�s satisfaction. If he doesn�t enjoy his ejaculation, then his cum isn't worth much. Thus, it's imperative to make the victim as horny as you can. And feel free to your demonic powers. Do everything you can to draw his cum out. Remember, victim�s pleasure must come first." Devlin then chuckled at his own pun.

            You can do this, Jack, Jack told himself. Make the bastard cum.

            Still trembling, Peter turned to Jack. Hearing all the talk about ejaculation and pleasure, the priest was slightly comforted. At least, it wouldn't hurt, so he thought. However, he still feared what Jack might do to him. When Jack approached him, Peter fought hard to relax but he couldn't stop his body from shuddering. His eyes watchfully followed Jack's movement. When Jack knelt next to him, he didn't know whether he should keep looking at Jack's face or not. Nevertheless, the priest gave a jump when his shoulder was touched.

            "Hush, don't be afraid," Jack whispered softly in Peter's ear. "I'm here now." Somehow, his voice sounded rather terrifying.

            Surprisingly, Jack didn't have any problem in seducing the man whom he hated the most. He simply gave himself up to the demonic instinct inside him. Once he did so, he temporarily lost all kinds of emotions including anger and the need for revenge. Jack did realize the sudden emotional change within him. Yet, he didn't care much about that. Caressing Peter's damp hair, Jack brought his lips close and gave the priest a light peck on the cheek. The lips lingered there as Jack embraced Peter's naked body. It took a minute to calm Peter down.

            "Please don't hurt me," Peter begged, almost sobbing again. "I'm really sorry, Jack."

            "Hush, it's alright. Didn't you hear what Devlin said? He wanted me to give you sexual pleasure. So, just relax and let me make love to your body."

            Peter trembled again. He certainly found it a bit disturbing to be seduced by the man who hated him. Yet, at that moment, he didn't know what to think. His recent experiences in hell nearly drove him to the point of insanity. Closing his eyes, he felt Jack's callused fingers dancing on his bare skin. The fingers swept across the shoulder blade and down the valley of his pecs. "Oh!" A gasp of pleasure slipped out from his mouth. He couldn't resist the pleasure. It simply felt too good.

            "Yeah, you like my touch, Peter?" Jack asked. This time, his voice sounded more natural and seductive. "Do you want me to touch your entire naked body?"

            "Yes," Peter hissed, out of lust. "Touch me all over, please. Make me horny."

            "Get horny for me, Peter. Show me your hard-on," Jack whispered again. His lips were so close to the ear lobe. "Actually, I think you're very sexy. Not to mention, manly." Teasingly, Jack brushed his lips across the sensitive ear lobe.

            "Oh, fuck!" Peter moaned, responding to the stimulation.

            Bailey, Devlin, and Levi gazed at one another, each showing a lewd expression. Those three crown princes of hell then backed away to give Jack more space. Each chose a good seat in the spectator area and watched the entire action unfolding. Shamelessly, they all sported a throbbing boner. Bailey looked quite proud of himself, considering that he had the biggest dick by nature. Occasionally, Levi stole a glance at Bailey's throbbing erection. Stroking himself, Devlin wasn't distracted by Bailey's dick. All he cared about was the progress of his prot�g�.

            "That's it, Peter. Let your cock rise." Jack continued to seduce the lecherous priest. "Damn! Look at the size of your dick. It's quite big."

            Earlier, Peter's dick lost its erection when Jack and Levi stormed in. Now, it slowly regained its erection. Jack's touch was truly irresistibly erotic. The priest moaned, closing his eyes to savor the incredible sensation. He had fucked a number of lads, but never experienced anything like what Jack gave him. It was both intimate yet lustful at the same time. However Peter dared not believe that it was real. He simply found it hard to believe that Jack would seduce him.

            "Your cock is quite beautiful. I like it," Jack added. "It's thick and filled with purplish veins. It must feel great to get fucked by this rod." In order to get a better position, Jack sat behind Peter.

            "Ah!" The priest moaned again. "I can feel your hard dick pressing against my lower back. It's really hard and big."

            Without any hesitation, Jack reached over and touched Peter's throbbing erection. The priest's dick gave a strong reaction upon being touched. Jack's fingers encircled the shaft, grabbing it securely. Despite the traces of precum, Jack managed to get a hold on it. It was not surprising when he found Peter's dick rock-hard. Deliberately, Jack leaned over and let his bulging pecs press onto Peter's bare back. He made sure that Peter felt his pert nipples scraping his sweaty back.

            Easily,

            "Oh, I'm so horny," Peter groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds. "Fuck!"

            Before Peter met Belial, he could only shout out religious profanities. He couldn�t help it because his life was governed by religion. However, he later learned in the hard way, from Bailey, that any god-related sentences were highly forbidden to say. Peter nearly lost several teeth when he gasped out Jesus' name. It was certainly not easy but Peter forced himself to get used to saying dirty words like fuck and shit. He didn't wish to provoke Bailey or the other demons.

            "Horny is good," Jack replied, licking one of the ear lobes. "Let your cock grow. Yes! Get horny for me. I'm gonna make you squeal with pleasure."

            As an expert in sex, Jack paid special attention to Peter's earlobes. He lightly brushed his lips across the lobes, one by one. After teasing it, he licked the lobe to add more stimulation.  As he gave an oral treat to one ear, he fingered the other one. His technique worked wonderfully because Peter's dick gave such a reactive respond. Jack enjoyed watching it throb. Lust began to brew inside Jack as well, but he tried to stay objective. However, being controlled by demonic instinct, Jack was powerless to resist.

            Breathing into the priest's ear, Jack longingly snuggled up to Peter's body. Like a lover seeing for sexual satisfaction, Jack wrapped his beefy arms around Peter's sturdy body. Their naked skins touched each other, sending lustful shivers down their spines. Both cast aside their personal feelings towards each other. What mattered at then was how to vent out their pent-up desire as quickly as possible, because the sexual tension began to drive them nuts.  

            "You've made me horny, Peter. Do you feel my hard cock pushing against your back, huh? It feels quite hard, right?"

            Peter didn�t say anything. Deliriously, he nodded. His mouth slightly opened, a sigh of utter pleasure escaping. The urge to release his cock juice was quite strong. In part, he had already been aroused when Bailey forced him to suck his dick. The lust tormenting him was aggravated by Jack's seduction. Hissing, Peter lost control of his mind. The lust within him had reduced him to a sex animal. Without any shame, the naked priest groaned and moaned. Losing control, he started to babble like a drunkard. He poured out his innermost thoughts. In normal situation, Peter would never have leaked any of it, not even under torture. 

            "Jack, I have a confession to make," the priest slurred. "You're very sexy." His sentence was paused as he sighed for a moment. "I've taken a fancy to you since years ago, but was too scared to approach you. You certainly didn't look like a sodomite to me." The priest squirmed, pushing his back against Jack's muscular torso.

            "Really?" Jack was surprised at the sudden revelation. "Then you used Thomas to eventually get me?"

            Sighing, the priest nodded. "Actually, I wished that we could have a hot session of threesome, but Thomas then ..." Peter stopped, his consciousness returning briefly.

            Jack didn�t need to hear the continuation. He already knew what happened next. Before he did things he might regret, he quickly gave himself up to the demonic instinct. As soon as he did so, he regained his sexual mood. Ignoring what Peter had just told him, the muscled man calmed him down with some passionate kisses.

            "It's alright. Hush," Jack whispered. "Relax. Let your lust overtake your mind. You want to cum, don't you?"

            Father Hutchins meekly nodded. "Yes, I want to cum. I can feel pressure building in my balls. It's so torturous. I have to shoot."

            Like a spoiled lover, Peter hung onto Jack's strong arm. He clung to it hard, refusing to let go. He even brought his mouth close to it and kissed the hairy surface. At first, the kiss was light. But then, the more he kissed, it turned into a series of frenzied kiss. Squeezing the biceps, Peter admired how strong Jack's arms were. Muscular men got him hard.

            "That's it, Peter. Let lust consume you." Jack continued to stroke the priest's hard-on. "Are you close?"

            Writhing in Jack's embrace, the priest nodded. "Yes, I can feel it. My cum is churning in my balls. I'm about to shoot." The priest panted, gasping from time to time.

            Noticing how violently Peter's dick throbbed, Jack knew that ejaculation was only seconds away. Yet, somehow he didn't feel that Peter was stimulated enough to produce the best quality of cum. The naked muscled man continued to seduce the older man by groping his pecs as he maintained the stroking rhythm. When he kneaded those pecs, Peter's heart pounded hard as if it would escape the rib cage. Jack pushed the horny priest closer to the brink of orgasm.

            "Oh! I'm almost there," Peter whined, squirming. "I'm gonna cum. Ah!"

            Right after he finished saying the sentence, his dick pulsated quite uncontrollably. In Jack's fist, Peter's manhood tried to break free as it prepared to unload its cum. Precum kept belching out from the slit, signaling the upcoming explosion. Peter's breath deepened. His flat stomach contracted seconds, showing the faint contours, before climax hit his leaking cock. Whimpering, the priest hung onto Jack's sturdy arm. He knew the orgasm would be spectacular. Peter winced and closed his eyes, surrendering his entire body to Jack's authoritative hand.

            "I'm cumming! Oh!" Peter cried, tightening the muscles of his crotch.

            "You're cumming? Great!" Jack said, suddenly releasing Peter's erection.

            The almost-spurting dick throbbed desperately in the air. It certainly didn't look too happy when it suddenly lost the stimulation. Showing great disappointment, Peter turned to Jack. He didn't have to say a word. His face was quite expressive. Spontaneously, Peter grabbed his own dick to finish the interrupted orgasm yet Jack immediately took hold of his arm and forced it back. The priest cried painfully, thinking Jack might have broken his arm. Throbbing, Peter's dick managed to push out a globule of milky fluid. The liquid flowed down the shiny head as the cock continued to throb. Yet, the lack of stimulation halted the ejaculatory process.

            "Why did you stop?" Peter finally spoke with bitter intonation. "I was so close. Damn you!" Desperately, he stared at the cum-covered dick. Although some cum seeped out, the pleasure was insufficient.

            Jack secured Peter's hand until the priest stopped protesting. A minute later, Peter's dick lost half of its erection. As it shriveled, the foreskin hooded half of its head. More cum was wrung out when the cock head grew softer. Peter took a deep breath, calming himself down. It was very disappointing but he knew that Jack did it on purpose. Still sitting on the marble floor, the naked priest lay back and leaned his back onto Jack's muscular torso. The deep breaths he took slightly shook his pecs. Tiny beads of sweat formed on Peter's chest, out of sexual heat.

            "I don't want you to cum yet. I want to give you the most shattering orgasm ever," Jack explained, still groping the older man's sweaty chest. "You want to cum, don't you?"

            Enslaved by his desire, Peter nodded. "Yes, please. Don't tease me anymore. Make me shoot. I can't take it anymore."

            With a wicked smile forming at one corner of his mouth, Jack stood up. The sturdy stud then started waving his hands around. His facial expression was serious, concentrating hard. And, slowly, Peter's body began to levitate.

            "What's happening?" the priest asked, shocked and afraid. Instinctively, he tried to move but ended up rolling in the air as if he was drowned. "Stop it please! Let me down!" he yelled, looking quite terrified.

            "Relax, Peter. Do you want to cum or not?" Jack asked, trying not to lose his concentration.

            His hand making some gestures in the air, Jack turned the priest's naked body until it lay on its back. Peter was seen very nervous, yet he could no nothing. The body floated in midair, about three meters from the floor. During the levitation process, Peter's dick had lost its erection completely. The shriveled penis drooled, pushing out the rest of the precum from the piss slit. Jack waved his hand again, and Peter's dick elongated by itself. Confused, Peter felt someone touching his dick but saw no hand. Realizing that it was Jack's ding, Peter forced himself to relax and let Jack milk him in a supernatural way.

            "Do you feel my hands on your body, Peter? I'm groping your naked chest and jacking your dick. Can you feel it?"

            "Yes," Peter answered. "Keep touching me. I'm horny again. Oh yeah! Pinch my nipple."

            Jack obliged by rubbing his fingers together. At the same time, Peter groaned and his body squirmed. The priest's hardened nipple was pressed by invisible fingers which later turned the nipple reddish. When Jack moved his other hand, Peter's other nipple was stimulated as well. Seeing the reaction he got, Jack smirked contently. When he turned around, he saw the content on Devlin's face. Jack then increased the intensity of the stimulation. Not only did he finger those pert nipples, he also pulled and pinched them.

            "Oh, fuck! Ah!" Peter groaned without any shame. "I'm horny again."

            The sensation was simply too good. Peter moaned like a slut in heat. Supported by invisible hands, Peter's body helplessly writhed in the air. At times, he kicked the air, owing to the involuntarily contractions around his groin. The sexual stimulation continued in an unbelievable way, attacking Peter from all directions as if he was being molested by several men. While his nipples were pinched and fingered, Peter sensed multiple invisible hands caressing his torso and back, even ass. His dick was also relentlessly stroked. What he experienced was quite wild but Peter definitely enjoyed every second of it.

            Playing with Peter's body as if it's a marionette, Jack couldn�t help getting horny. Seeing the pleasure on Peter's face was enough to set himself off. Jack's dick was still throbbing, not showing any signs of exhaustion. The fact that three sexy demons were watching him got him even more excited. Without looking at his own manhood, Jack knew that it was already rock-hard and ready to share its content. Uncomfortably, his lower torso squirmed, easing the pressure within his balls. At then, he wished that someone could milk his dick too.

            Damn! I can�t believe it. Why am I still horny? Within 24 hours, I was fucked by Devlin. Then I fucked Levi. And now I'm still horny! It's unbelievable. Naturally, Jack was indeed a virile man. Yet, he never experience anything like that. It seems that no matter how many times I have sex, my dick always stays hard.

            "Ah! Fuck yeah!" Peter growled, his hairy legs shuddering.

            Jack's attention returned to Peter after hearing the loud groan. Actually, he wondered how long he could stimulate Peter's body because he, himself, could no longer hold the urge to cum. Previously, he never really thought that milking cock would be so erotic. Grunting, Jack did his best to ignore his own throbbing erection. Yet, the more he tried, the more he became frustrated. The frustration finally led to some concentration disturbance but he managed to overcome it somehow.

            Meanwhile, sitting in the spectator area, Bailey showed no shame at all as he spread his muscled legs apart and let his thick dick throb. Checking his fellow demons, he found both Devlin and Levi hard too. Yet, Bailey's attention was on Jack. Silently, he scanned Jack's body from up to down. Although he still held a grudge towards Jack, for ruining his sexual session with Peter earlier, he couldn't deny that Jack was a hot man. Next, Bailey wondered what it was like to actually fuck Jack's ass.

            "Damn! Your new toy boy is hot, Devlin," Bailey whispered, his hand jacking off his dick. "Where did you find that hot man?"

            "If you want to fuck his ass, just say it" Devlin responded, not into beating around the bush.

            'May I?" Bailey asked, his eyes widening.

            "No!" Devlin replied tartly.

            "What?! Why not?"

            "This is Jack's first time as cum collector. I don't want you to interrupt him in any way." Annoyed, Devlin almost lost his patience. "If you're really so horny, then feel free to jack off and shoot your cum all over yourself."

            Levi chimed in, "You want to fuck my ass, Bailey? I'm all yours." The water demon gave Bailey a naughty wink.

            Realizing that Levi was teasing him, Bailey didn't respond. The muscular demon only snorted back, ignoring Levi. Locking his eyes to Jack's body, Bailey almost drooled when he imagined how good it would feel to knead Jack's bulging muscles. As a demon who appreciated muscles, he simply couldn't take his eyes off Jack's musculature. He had seen many muscled men, yet Jack was somehow different. In his mind, he vowed that he had to get Jack's as one way or the other. Without blinking, Bailey stared at Jack's naked body as he milked his veined cock in frenzy.

            Bailey's dick was quite thick, almost as thick as a corn. It was quite long, too. When it reached full erection, its size was quite menacing. No ordinary humans could take that giant tool without getting hurt. Bailey's thick foreskin slid up and down, precum drenching its underside. Sometimes, the excessive precum was pushed out, staining Bailey's fist. Compared to the other crown princes of hell, Bailey had the biggest sex drive. He could instantly get hard again, right after cumming. Evidently, his insatiable sex drive matched perfectly with the size of his muscular frame.

            "Fuck!" Bailey grunted, milking his enormous manhood. "Oh yeah!"

            Floating in the air, the priest wriggled his body like he was in pain. Yet, he was actually in the highest state of sexual bliss. There were no words which could fairly convey what he experienced. Jack's supernatural stimulation had awakened every nerve within the priest's body. Groaning, Peter thrust his hips upward into the invisible stroking fist. Although he couldn't see the fist, he could clearly see his foreskin sliding up and down magically. Another growl was heard as the shaft was squeezed hard. A drop of precum made its way out, coating the head.

             "Are you close?" Jack asked again, getting a new perverted idea. "Hold your cum until you try this."

            Jack wriggled his index finger, concentrating hard on it. As soon as he did so, louder groans came from his victim. Using the other hand, Jack held Peter's body to prevent him from falling down. Despite the painful growls, Jack continued to wriggle his finger.

            "Oh! What are you doing? You're fucking my ass?" Peter asked worriedly. "No! I'm not a bottom. Stop it. Ah!" The priest cried, his face contorting.

            "Try to enjoy it. You'll love it," Jack said, smiling wickedly.

            "No! It hurts. Stop! Ah!" Peter yelped in panic. "You're splitting my ass apart. No!"

            Instinctively, Peter struggled to avoid the finger penetration but he couldn't escape it. Flexing, his naked body writhed in midair. Drops of sweat splattered everywhere. Widening, Peter's eyes almost popped out from the sockets. Both his legs were kicking the air but they did no good. To his dismay, the pain grew stronger and forced louder groans out of his quivering mouth. At one point, Peter even wished that he'd rather die than to endure pain like that.

            Jack certainly knew what Peter underwent, yet he had no mercy. When he thought about all the pain inflicted upon Thomas and him, he had trouble in controlling his rage. Although he couldn't kill Peter, at least he could inflict some pain on the lecherous priest. His hand contracting, Jack guided his finger into Peter's fuck hole. He bit his lips involuntarily, upon receiving some resistance from Peter's ass. Nevertheless, Jack kept on trying. His goal was to bore into the priest's ass and to stimulate the prostate. He was totally aware about Peter's being top, hence he chose anal stimulation to amuse himself.

            "Ah, mercy please! My ass hurts," Peter kept protesting. "I'm not a bottom. Leave my ass alone, please. Ah!"

            "Not until you cum," Jack responded. The tone of his voice sounded rather evil.

            "Fuck! You're trying to kill me?" Peter whimpered, desperate to escape. "Ah!" he cried out upon receiving another jab at his asshole.

            Magically, Peter's tight asshole opened up, stretched by invisible fingers. Warm air was immediately sucked into the gaping orifice. The tender sphincter looked irritated from all those forceful stretches. Accompanied by Peter's growl, the hole grew bigger as Jack forced it to stretch more. Despite the ordeal, Peter's dick remained hard. In fact, his dick seemed to enjoy the anal treatment. The flow of the precum continued, dripping from the slit. Gathering on the navel, Peter's precum formed a small pool. The priest looked confused, seeing the reaction on his dick. Yet, he did know that he had no choice but to endure the ordeal.

            "Yeah, you enjoy it, don't you?" Jack teased. "I can see it from your face. Your cock can't lie either. The more I stretch your asshole, the harder your cock throb."

            "Fuck!" That was all Peter could say. His eyes were squeezed shut, as if by doing so he could lessen the pain. Damn! Is this how all those guys felt when I fucked their asses? Pain? But they seemed to enjoy it a lot. I don�t understand.

            As a gay man who only did the topping, Peter had no idea about what it was like to be a bottom. His hands flailing about, he couldn't stop the insistent pain. It got worse when something bored its way into the gaping fuck hole. There was nothing visible attacked his ass. Peter assumed it was Jack's invisible dick or something like that. The older man roared out his pain, the muscles in his lower abdomen contracting hard.

            "Yeah, scream for me. I'm fucking your ass, priest," Jack said, showing no mercy. "This is how it feels when you fuck all those guys. Do you like it, huh?"

            "Ah! It hurts, Jack. Oh!" Peter begged Jack to stop but it was no use. "Shit! Oh!"

            "Keep groaning. You're making me horny," Jack said, proudly letting his erection throb. "Yeah! Oh yes!"

            Struggling, the priest whimpered out his suffering. The forceful penetration supernaturally caused some cut marks on his tender sphincter. The invisible dick lodged itself in until Peter gasped. To him, it felt as if a part of his soul was fucked out from his mouth. Then, without given Peter a chance to adapt, the cock began to piston the ass. Louder groans resounded, echoing through the marble walls of the giant hall. Tears of pain flowed down Peter's eyes. For a second, he actually regretted what he did to those lads. He wished Jack would stop raping his ass but he knew it wouldn't happen. Jack wanted to punish him.

            "Keep screaming. Yes! I'm gonna rape your ass till you give up your cock juice. Spill it."

            "Jack, ah!" Peter croaked, slightly losing his voice.

            Although he hated to admit it, lust gradually built inside him. What shocked him the most was the fact that a part of him actually enjoyed the rude stimulation. Being stroked by an invisible fist, Peter's dick couldn�t stop pulsating. Orgasm was near and Peter knew it. Thus, he decided to relax and tried to ignore the pain. Of course, it was not easy but Peter didn't have any choice. When he looked around, he spotted Bailey jerking off. Bailey didn't know why but he actually found Bailey to be quite attractive. The thought of being Bailey's personal fuck slave for the eternity really excited him.

            "Come on. Don't hesitate to cum," Jack urged. "Just shoot it. Let it rip."

            "Fuck! I'm cumming!" Peter groaned, amid the persistent pain. "I'm close."

            His foreskin, without getting tired, was sliding up and own. In turns, it concealed then revealed the cock head. Invisible pressure pressed the shaft, pumping his cum out. Sweat was poured out from the pores, preparing the body for the ultimate release. After being stimulated for hours, Peter was dying to cum. Suddenly, a brand new feeling overwhelmed him. He had no idea what it was. It felt so familiar yet also foreign. It lasted only for a second. But then, the same sensation returned. Peter winced in pleasure, soon forgetting about his irritated asshole. Repeatedly, the orgasmic-like sensation enveloped his entire body, bringing him closer to climax.

            Smirking to himself, Jack knew that he got Peter's prostate in his hand. It took much effort not to deliberately crush that tiny organ in his hand. Carefully, he kneaded the air. Yet, when he did it, Peter's prostate was affected. Jack nudged the air, in his fist. And more groans of pleasure were heard. Although Jack enjoyed doing it, he didn't want to spend much time to bring Peter off. The faster he finished it, the sooner he could find Thomas' spirit. Tightening the fist, Jack milked Peter's prick hard while maintaining the prostate prodding. It was only a matter of seconds before he made the horny priest shoot all over himself.

            "Ah! I'm cumming! Oh!" Peter whimpered, convulsing. "Shit! Oh!"

            "Shoot your juice now! Shoot it!" Jack exclaimed, his eyes staring with much excitement.

            All of a sudden, a small clay jar appeared from nowhere. It floated before Jack's face. Although he had never seen that jar in his entire life, somehow he knew what to do with it. Moving his hand around, he guided the mouth of the jar to face Peter's leaking dick. He had made some pulling gestures. It didn't take long before the priest finally gave up his pent-up juice.

            "Shit! Here I come! Ah!" Peter shrieked, jerking his head upward.

            Before Peter finished his sentence, a surge of milky liquid forced its way out. With a deafening cry from the priest, a creamy gob of cum shot out. As if being sucked, the liquid flew into the clay jar. More shots followed as orgasm shook Peter to the core. The priest was literally yelling, not knowing whether he felt pain or pleasure. His cum shot felt rather solid, like half-ready jelly. Thus, when it shot out, it caused extreme friction along Peter's piss slit. Yet, nothing surpassed the intensity of Peter's orgasm. The naked priest's body convulsed so hard that it almost dislocated some of its joints.

            "Ah! Oh!" Peter yelped, abandoning himself to the sexual rapture. "Fuck! Yes! Ah!"

            Usually, orgasm lasted for several seconds only. Yet, Peter's lasted much longer. A minute had passed but he was still cumming. Apparently, besides sucking in the spilled cum, the jar also actively sucked out any remains of cum. It practically drained Peter's ball sack. The priest lost his ability to think temporarily. His brain stopped functioning as orgasm took over. A part of Peter's soul was also sucked in, yet he barely noticed it. Flexing for some time, the muscles in his body ached and turned quite sore. Peter was lost in sexual frenzy. Finally, the jar had drained Peter's balls completely. No more cum was produced.

            Jack quickly whisked the jar away by pulling at the air. The jar was immediately yanked away. Almost as fast as it showed up, the jar disappeared when Jack waved his fingers. To him, his first milking was quite emotionally confusing. All of a sudden, he knew what to do. He had no idea how he could do such a thing. Lost in his thought, Jack couldn�t concentrate well. As the result, Peter's body was suddenly dropped onto the floor with a loud thud.

 

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