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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Ezar/Reed
  Character:
      Ezar_(The_Incubus_OC), Reed_(The_OC)
  Additional Tags:
      Black_Male_Character, Bisexual_Male_Character, Male_Character_of_Color,
      Male_Homosexuality, Shotacon, Shota, Nymphomaniac, Nympho, Demons,
      Demonic_Contract, Master/Servant, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Dark_Magic, Magic,
      Multiple_Orgasms, Roleplay, Small_Seme, Big!Uke, Small!Seme, Big_Uke,
      Reversable_Gay_Male, Come_Swallowing
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      Published: 2014-02-04 Words: 3823
****** Sweetheart Sadist ******
by DemonicClaymore
Summary
     Ezar, a great and powerful demon, made a contract with a mortal man
     that gave him riches and power for one simple trade, the first male
     of his ninth generation. Now, the powerful Incubus has returned to
     Earth to collect on his dues. The eighth generation, a beautiful
     ginger man by the name of Reed, is Ezar's prize, and the poor bastard
     could use an Incubus about now to relieve some pent up frustration in
     his uncooperative lower member.
Notes
     Thank you for choosing to read "Sweetheart Sadist". This is an
     original story and roleplay by my good Syndrone buddy, MidnightSnack,
     and myself. We've had a lot of fun with it so far and don't intend to
     stop anytime soon. So! Please enjoy this first installment and if you
     are looking forward to more, remember to Kudos, Comment, and
     Subscribe/Bookmark!
     (Edits by FictionDaze)
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
Silence usually overwhelmed apartment 13C. However, every night for the past
six weeks, the neighbors next to the resident of the small two-bedroom place
had been overtaken by the sound of frustrated moans and growls that penetrated
the walls and echoed within the mostly-empty space of the rooms.

“I can’t sleep,” Reed moaned. He covered his face with a pillow and tried to
tempt himself into unconsciousness by denying himself oxygen. It was no good
though. He just couldn’t get to sleep. “Damn it!”

He cursed his own body with his eyes. As he looked down the grooved surface of
his naked upper torso to the towering bulge that had been making his life such
a living hell for the past week, he growled deeper in his throat.

“Just go away!” he ordered his crotch. “Come on! Just one night!?”

As per usual, his lower body did nothing to obey his will. He decided that he
just wasn’t going to get any sleep that night either. After all, who could
sleep with a rager you can’t alleviate?


Reed was an adorable, normal child growing up. He always got decent grades in
school and he played well with other children. Some of the kids just liked him
because of his head of long orange-red hair he always kept tied up in a high or
low ponytail, since none of the other kinds in his district had hair as red as
his or skin as pale as his or quite so many freckles. It was a happy childhood.

Then came puberty. It happened when the boy was just nine. One day, when he was
in class, he had felt something strange as the very lovely substitute teacher
bent forward over Reed’s desk to compliment his work. She had been a wonderful
substitute and she was looking forward to getting her teaching license because
she loved her job so much. It hadn’t been her intention to seduce the
adolescent, and yet, it happened. Reed found himself unreasonably turned on at
the site of the woman’s perky, well-cupped breasts. The next thing he knew, he
was trying to grope at them and his pants were too tight.

The incident had been forgiven, but it was just the start of what would turn
into a nightmare of one problem after another. After becoming a chronic
masturbator by ten, doing it anywhere the need struck, which was usually in
public, Reed’s parents sent him to counseling. He eventually had to change his
therapist six times until he found one he couldn’t find anything to be
attracted to about them. Otherwise, he’d attack them or have to start fapping
in front of them, neither of which was ever the response they wanted.

Eventually, Reed got control of himself in public. He only masturbated when he
was home, alone, behind locked doors, or at least in a bathroom somewhere.
However, a new problem developed when he got into the eighth grade. He became a
sexual addict. Reed started sleeping with every girl in school, and they were
always more than satisfied. The problem wasn’t their happiness though; the
problem was that he was never satisfied.

He tried every girl in every position with every level of intoxication he could
fathom, and still he was always left with an overly pleased woman and an
irritation and need to masturbate for at least another hour. It was hell.

When Reed had turned twenty-five, he had decided to change his lifestyle and
become a mature adult. He went to rehab for the drugs and turned away from his
reckless lifestyle of sex and booze. With the help of his rehab crew, he was
able to get a normal job at a coffee house. His method for dealing with his
libido became, “Just ignore it.”

For two years, Reed had mostly avoided his libido and he completely avoided any
form of illegal substances and most legal ones. He considered getting a surgery
to remove his bigger problem for good, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do
it. Plus, a coffee house attendant doesn’t make enough to pay for something
like that. Avoiding the thing seemed to help.

At least, for a while.

Now, it seemed, every night was a struggle to survive. If he didn’t touch it,
he couldn’t sleep. If he did touch it, he’d be up all night doing just that and
still not get any sleep. It just wasn’t fair.
 
There was a storm brewing over the city. Growls of thunder and the hissing
spatter of rain only hinted at the downpour that loomed overhead. Ezar wondered
who it was an omen for, him or the human.

He'd been skulking up in a corner of the ceiling, a little scrap of dark
against the black gloom, perfectly invisible. Ezar had debated the different
ways to approach the man, from great eruptions of flame and brimstone to just
going to the front door and knocking. It would have been a lot easier to
introduce himself if Reed had been asleep. Alas, humans were never so
convenient. And to be fair, Ezar was hard-pressed to resist the chance for a
good entrance.

The wind outside was beginning to pick up. It rattled the panes, wanting to get
in. Ezar simply let it. With a soul-rending screech, the window flung itself
up, spraying paint chips and bits of wood everywhere. Apparently it hadn't been
opened in quite a long time. A gust of icy wind, full of raindrops, poured into
the room, kicking up the blinds and tugging at the bed covers. In almost the
same breath, the floodgates opened and a heavy deluge of water poured from the
sky, soaking the carpet in seconds.

Ezar pulled himself up by the door. He didn't have the power to make anything
fancy, but he didn't mind. He looked about 13, with creamy dark skin and hair
like ink. It curled softly around his ears, and rustled with the blowing wind.
Beneath strong, black brows, his eyes glowed amber. His mouth curled up in a
deceptively sweet smile.

"I hope I didn't scare you too much," he said, voice as youthful as his
appearance. Ezar had chosen clothes that were perhaps a little outdated; short
pants of soft grey wool and a white button-down shirt, complete with a coal
colored tie.

"I can never resist making an entrance." Ezar's eyes crinkled as his smile
turned into a grin, mischievous and a little dangerous.
 
Reed gasped and stared at the strange child who'd spoken so coldly. It was
alarming to have anyone in your room unexpectedly, much less a small boy who
says something so ominously during a bad storm while you're fighting a powerful
erection, and haven't slept for several days. Actually, for that very reason
Reed though-for just a moment-thought he was imagining the boy. That idea was
quickly replaced with panic.


"Whow!" Reed said, sitting up with one arm trying to hide the bulge under his
sheets. "Who the heck are you!? How'd you get in here?"

Reed reached over to turn on a lamp, but his adrenalin altered his coordination
and he ended up knocking over the light source instead. As it crashed to the
floor, Reed swallowed thickly. There was something really starting to get to
him, like some sort of gut feeling that this kid was giving him that made
goosebumps take over the surface of his skin and made the hairs on the back of
his neck stand on end.

The man looked back to where the stranger had been standing and blinked a few
times to make out his outline. It was only truly clear when the lightning
flashed again. Then, Reed noticed the water. Rainwater was soaking his floor
and the wind was blowing it as far as the top of the bed. Getting over the kid
for just a moment, Reed rushed over and forced the window shut. He'd never felt
a storm so fierce before and it added to the unsettling nature of this midnight
visitor.

Reed sighed in relief that at least the window was shut, and then he looked
back to the darker-complexioned boy and asked him, "What do you want from me,
kid?"
 
Ezar had moved to stand by the end of the bed, one hand against the footboard
and the other clasped neatly against the small of his back. Humans were so
messy. It was wonderful! Ezar was already having more fun just standing in
Reed's bedroom than he'd been able to have in centuries of ruling over demons
in hell.

Reed didn't quibble over details for very long, which was good. Once he'd shut
the window, the room was plunged into a much quieter darkness. The edge was
taken off the chill. Reed's pajama bottoms had gotten more than a little wet in
the process, however, inevitable with the gusting rain.


"To put it simply. That." Ezar said, pointing directly at the painful looking
erection the human sported. "I can give you the longer version, if you’d like!"
he added with a grin.

"But that story is fairly tedious and boring. I would much rather just get to
the fun parts." Ezar's grin turned sharp, his lips finally pulling back enough
to show off teeth that were perhaps uncannily straight. He took a step closer,
advancing on Reed. The apparent difference in their sizes did not seem to
bother him in the least.
 
Reed looked down at the smaller male who was coming at him now. Reed had been
looking down at the very clear bulge in his pants with a flabbergasted
expression. He couldn't believe what was going on. Some kid had gotten into his
room, opened the window-or maybe that wasn't the boy's fault-and now the
strange boy had pointed out Reed's embarrassment and suggested something he
wasn't sure a kid at that age should even understand.

"Whow!" Reed repeated and pressed himself back against the window. He held his
hands up in front of him defensively with the palms of his hands facing the
advancing child. "Now I don't know who put you up to this, but I think you
should go home. Okay? I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you."

He tried to sound calm and very adult, but the closer the boy got, the more
flushed Reed's face became and the more he could feel his length twitching from
the mixture of cold and excitement.

Down you stupid thing! Reed mentally ordered. Jesus! There's a kid here! What
are you so happy about your freak'n perverted thing!?
 
Arousal and a heady cocktail of other emotions were pouring off of Reed,
filling the air like incense. Ezar's nostrils flared, as he drank it all in.
Every happy little twitch of the human's cock reminded him more of a dog
wagging its tail happily than anything else.

"Don't worry. I'll be going home. Eventually," Ezar said. He paused in his
stalking, leaning instead against the bed, fingers laced together before him.

"You'll be coming back with me too. That is part of why I am here, after all."
A fairly large part, in fact. But Reed didn't need to know that. Ezar smiled
again, his eyes sly.

"If you want, I will explain everything to you. Later. After I help you with
that tasty problem." He looked again at Reed's crotch, where his erection had
yet to wilt an iota. It seemed the gifts he had bestowed upon the ancestor had
carried down the line just as strongly as advertised.

Ezar moved forward again, stopping right in front of Reed. With his short
stature, he was at a perfect height to have some fun. He placed one hand on
Reed's thigh, to be sure the man wouldn't shimmy away. Ezar was not overly fond
of having to chase his food. He usually preferred when it came to him.

"This looks uncomfortable," he said, with his darkly sweet voice full of false
innocence. "You'll be able to think so much more clearly if you let me take
care of it for you..." As he spoke, his warm breath ghosted over the chilly,
damp cloth of Reed's pajama bottoms.
 
As the boy's words registered in Reed's mind, he was at a loss for a response.
He had so many questions like, "Why would I go anywhere with you?" and "Why are
you in my house specifically?" and "Why are you so sexy!? You're just a young
boy! A boy!"

However, the redhead didn't get any of his questions out. His body was heated
and throbbing with desire. This other person in the room, be him young and a
male or not, was someone else who was in Reed's bedroom. He hadn't allowed
anyone over to his house in two years. When he went out, he did so at nice
restaurants or he'd treat them at the coffee shop he worked at. He never went
to their place and he never brought them back to his. There was simply too much
temptation. Now, temptation was moving forward again and coming right to Reed.

"Oh-god..." Reed shuddered and bit down on his lower lip. His head fell back
and his eyes squinted as he tried to keep control over himself. The child, or
what he thought was a child, was right there! Then, it got harder.
"You'll be able to think so much more clearly if you let me take care of it for
you..."

As the delicious boy spoke, he made filthy promises with his breath. The
chilled surface of Reed's prick instantly loosened as much needed attention was
delivered. The cold had tightened the skin around the base to a painfully
restrictive hold, but now the whole body was relaxing into the subtle heat and
tensing as though readying for the physical pampering it had been begging for
all along.

Reed relaxed his posture the best that he could, which only amounted to his
opening his eyes and pressing himself back against the full freeze of the
window and the wall behind him. One hand reached out and gripped the boy's
shoulder.

"Look, kid. I-I don't know who put you up to this, or where you got this idea
from, but this isn- this can't happen. Okay? So just go and sit somewhere, and
I-I'll call you a taxi or something to take you home."

Reed wasn't able to force himself into denial. His cock was craving the
attention from the boy, and the child's seductive gaze was unnervingly
alluring. Reed swallowed thickly and tried to urge the boy away with one hand,
but his knees were already feeling week and his mind was clouded with lust.
He'd done it to himself, starved his body so long that now it would take
anything. At least, he told himself that this was the explanation to the
foreign interest. What he didn't allow himself to think on a conscious level
was that he was thankful. He needed reassessment. The torment of his own sexual
appetite was smothering him, cutting off his ability to live and think. He
needed to feel satisfaction, even if just for one night.

Then a sad reality struck Reed.

If dozens of adult women can't sate me, how could a little boy? he thought
bitterly. Exhausted with his own weakness, he scolded himself inwardly. You
can't seriously be considering doing something like this to some weird kid that
magically appears in your room, can you?

That's when the boy made his next move. Reed was too desperate to resist what
came next.
 
Ezar could practically smell when Reed gave up. He was stretched so thin, poor
thing. Driven to the end of his endurance by his own needs. Ezar had the luxury
of feeling bad for him, considering he was the only one who could help.

"What if I want to sit on this?" he asked, batting his long, sooty eyelashes up
at the taller man, his voice sugary sweet. Ezar leaned in close, running his
warm lips along the firm shaft, the thin layer of the pajamas the only thing
between him and Reed.

With his eyes still casted upward, Ezar hooked his fingers into the waistband
of Reed's bottoms, and started to pull them down. His cock sprang back up,
brushing against Ezar’s cheek and leaving a sticky little trail in his hair.
Ezar just giggled. At least some parts of Reed had gotten with the program.

"Yessssss," Ezar purred, wrapping one small hand around the shaft. "Much more
comfortable." It was unclear if he was still talking to Reed. Ezar had waited
more than one lifetime waiting for this fruit to ripen and he could finally
partake. It was nearly too tempting to resist. Ezar could devour every single
drop of this human in one delicious swallow, if he so wanted, but he desired to
savor him instead. To get a proper taste.

His tongue slid out, pink and wet, and lapped at the tip. Ezar had both hands
wrapped around Reed's cock, stroking up and down.

"Still want me to stop? Or are you ready to play?" he asked. Ezar licked again,
swirling his tongue all around the head, and moving a bit further down to take
in some of the shaft as well.
 
Reed let out a deep and reverberating moan. It echoed throughout the room, as a
two-year hiatus was broken. More than just simply falling off a very tall
wagon, the sensation of having the apparent child's incredibly soft, soaked,
and talented tongue run along his slit, around his head, and eventually pressed
to the flesh of his upper shaft was alarming. It was intoxicating. The redhead
leaned back against the window's edge more fully and the hand that had been on
the boy's shoulder moved to his head.

"Ohhhh- no-!" Reed growled. "No, no, no! Don't-don't stop."

Reed's body had been put through detox and forced into absence and rejection
after half a lifetime of near constant attention. That neglect had gone on for
two full years! It had been torturing the sinner that tried so desperately to
turn to the ways of a monk more than usual the past few months. Despite the
pain, the sleepless nights, and the constant damned temptations, Reed had tried
to behave.

He... really.... had... tried...

Reed, the man who had fought for so long, had lost. Oh, but he had never been
happier!

His fingers locked into the boy's smooth hair and Reed growled low in his
throat. His hips jutted forward and his legs parted just enough to allow the
boy full access to whatever he wanted. Age, sex, reason? Forgetting all that
seemed so relevant before, Reed embraced his demon like the best of madmen.

"God! Yes! Oh-Hell, yeah!" Reed licked his lips to moisten them, and then let
them fall away from one another as he grinned. It felt good, better than he
remembered, even with so little actually happening he could feel relief in the
pressure that was building. Normally, others had no chance in bringing Reed to
the edge, but this kid didn't seem to have any trouble. He was already raising
his lollipop's wielder up, up, up to the tippy-top of pure bliss.

"I don't care who you are, just-oh!-don't stop what you're doing!" he ordered.
"Please! Don't stop!" he pleaded.
 
Ezar was very thoroughly enjoying himself. Reed was hot and heavy on his
tongue, the man’s cock filled his mouth to the very brim, and he hadn't even
gotten all of it yet. His hands skated up and down, stroking what he had yet to
take between his lips. He kept teasing, and almost taking the fat member down
into his throat to let the head press against the very back, but each time he
pulled back, leaving it dripping with thick saliva.

"So greedy," he said, as he pulled back entirely. Ezar didn't sound in the
least unhappy about it. The stroking of his hands made truly lewd squishing
noises and he licked his lips happily. Reed was an excellent vintage.

He was so very ready to cum, too. Nearly gagging for it. Ezar was tempted to
give it to him, but he wanted to keep the pot boiling a bit longer, to see just
how far he could string Reed along before he popped.

Going back to his licking, Ezar passed one slick finger between Reed's
trembling thighs. He kept his lips sealed around the very head, his tongue
lashing over the slit, as he pressed one dainty finger against the man's
entrance.

He waited until the human was at the very cusp of orgasm, before he pulled
back, releasing his dick with a wet little pop, and slid his finger home,
breaching him.
 
Reed's eyes opened wide, but he saw nothing. His pupils were dilated in the
dark, and he was blind from the loss of blood in his brain. The man couldn't
have managed a comprehensive thought if it were necessary, because all he could
see was a flash of white as glorious vibrations rattled him from his very core
out all the way to the end nerves in his toes, fingertips, the end of his
tongue, and the tip of his cock. His balls tightened as the finger slipped into
his anal entrance. His sack produced the semen that tore up through his shaft
and right out the front. The experience was almost new to the man, but not
quite. He'd had a couple of adventurous girls try the pinkie trick on him
growing up, but most women were just content to let him wreck their heated
cunts. He very rarely ever got special attention himself, and even in his
darkest of nights with the deepest waters of lust drowning him, he hadn't
thought to put anything there.

Now that something was there and his cock was left in the cold air with spittle
and strain alone to decorate it, the body broke. He squirted once, a small
amount of powerful precum. Then his fingers turned into a fist in the boy's
soft locks and Reed's chest heaved with the force of a scream. It was deep at
first, then cracked in the middle as another shot of liquid smacked his lover
in the eye.

It was all his body would make, and it wasn't enough to sate the beast. Oh, but
it had been better than anything he'd gotten out of himself in so very, very
long. It was god-sent as far as Reed was concerned. As his hips jerked forward,
his buttocks clenched and his vision went solid black again. He was seeing
spots around the black of his ceiling. He thought it was over, but it had been
so good. Below him though, his mass twitched again, veins still bulging for its
master. The thick cock bounced as if trying to lick Ezar's face.

"Holy-wow..."
End Notes
     Thank you for reading what is up so far of "Sweetheart Sadist". We
     hope you've enjoyed your time with our boys and you'll leave some
     sort of sign that you enjoyed yourself. We hope to do more work
     together in the future. Sadly, my contact with this particular writer
     has gone quiet, so we'll have to wait and see. For now, this is a
     kind of one-shot.
     Thanks for reading!
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