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Some of the minor characters in this story first appeared in this story. Zeke moved through the bath house with a confident, masculine, sensual strut knowing the very men who turned away from his gaze deep inside them wanted what he offered. At nearly 6 feet 6 inches and only 195 pounds he looked thinner than he really was. It enhanced the image he wanted to project. Long dark hair with a strand of white here and there hung about his face framing the illusion of sunken cheeks his done structure gave him in low light the sensual curve of his lips curled into a wicked, taunting smile and his eyes. Those ice blue compelling eyes that always seemed to catch the light even in near darkness. His nails were painted black and his body was covered in tattoos with a biohazard prominently displayed above his cock which was currently confined bulging out the front of his leather pants but when he freed it to wreak it’s damage on the men who succumbed to their own dark desires it was thick and hung long, never limp, it always had a slight lifting curve because of the huge balls under it like small oranges hanging low, churning out that liquid poison they all feared and all wanted so badly. He strode through the back room past the benches and slings to a large sturdy chair against the wall on a slightly raised dais, almost a throne and sat surveying his subjects. The men engaged in debauchery before him. Grinding and sweating. Fucking and fisting. All aware of him on some level. Hoping to not draw his attention and craving it at the same time but tonight Zeke paid them little mind knowing his prey would come to him… soon. Sure enough as Zeke looked up the boy meekly slipped through the door wide eyed at the sexual mayhem in the room. Barely old enough to be here. Not a virgin but full of the innocence of small town life where he had to hide who he was. One bight with an older man a week after his 18th birthday and now a trip to the city and this bath house. Zeke saw all this in a glance and smiled as the boy spotted him across the room and blushed red as Zeke’s hand caressed the bulge in his pants and motioned the boy closer. It was time for the game to begin. “What is your name pretty boy?” Zeke asked as he drew closer. “Tommy…. ummm … Tom” he replied trying to sound older “I’m Zeke Tommy, nice to meet you. Now that we know each other, why don’t you come over hare, kneel and accept me as your Master? You will eventually. You will submit and I will yank you out of that boring little life you knew till now and change you” Tommy looked shocked by his directness and wanted to back away but like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake Zeke’s eyes held him. “Ummm maybe I should go…” Tommy said though his feet stayed planted. Zeke ignored him and continued. “By the time I’m done with you you will not even recognize the person you have become. I’m going to enslave you to free you. The price is high but you will willingly pay” he said slowly unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock hang out running a finger along a vein in it then up to the base and further up to circle the biohazard tattoo. “Do you know what this means?” Tommy swallowed and nodded “That’s the price for being enslaved and used. That’s the price for being mine. For the things I will teach you. The pleasure pleasing me will bring to you.” Zeke said quietly in a room full of the sounds of raw man sex but Tommy heard every word. “Deep inside you know you want to be mine, you even want my virus to claim you so you very blood will be mine.” Then he dropped his gaze freeing the helpless boy before him. That was one of the rules. It had to be willing. Tommy backed up a step but the seed was planted in his mind and his eyes could not pull away from the motion of Zeke’s finger which had returned to stroking that vein. Finally the boy blinked and stumbled out of the room. He would roam the bath house and many men would offer but his mind would be filled with thoughts of Zeke and his words, He would be back. Zeke watched his minions writhing in the sexual dance and waited. Tommy wandered the halls, looking in the open doors at the men lying in semi darkness hands languidly stroking hard flesh in open invitation. Any of these men. muscular or stout, hairy or smooth could have satisfied his inexperienced needs. Indeed they could have shaped his sexual appetites for the rest of his life with their own little kinks but none of them caught his attention. None of them excited him, thrilled him, made him shiver with hear and desire. His mind kept going back to Zeke. The way he could feel the wrongness, The evil. The malicious intent to taint him for life. To free him… His mind distracted his treacherous feet kept taking him past the entrance to the back room and every time he glanced through it Zeke’s eyes caught him, that wicked, knowing smile on his lips. Finally Tommy gave in, walking to the throne and sinking to his knees. Part of his mind screaming at him to run but his lust overriding all logical thought. Zeke didn’t say a word he just motioned him to stand and walked him to a device like a large X securing his wrists and ankles tightly and began to spank him with a firm hand then a paddle. The pain rewired Tommy’s brain making his cock grow hard and when Zeke clamped sharp clips to his nipples he almost came. Zeke worked the boy's body with an expert touch. Pain and pleasure merging till he was almost incoherent lost in the sensations groaning in wanton acceptance as Zeke’s cock finally probed his crack finding his hole and plunging in almost ripping the boy’s tender flesh as he forced him open his warm, wet, silky insides to him Feeling that smooth bubble ass, so young and healthy looking grind back into him as his massive balls swung with his thrusts “Here it comes Tommy boy” Zeke hissed in his ear “Here comes my tainted seed, my virus to infect you. There is no turning back now just give in to it and let me into your blood and soul.” and his balls contracted, pumping his poison as he came deep inside “You! Are! Mine!” each word punctuated with a long jet of toxic cum filling that battered receptive hole. Tommy’s cock erupted sending his cum flying. 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By BostonBiGuy There are old legends that tell of a different type of vampire - sexual vampires. Spirits that would seek out mortals and steal their life force away by having intercourse with them. These were known as either succubi (female spirits) or incubi (male spirits). These tales are true. I know many of you won't believe me, but I know from first-hand experience. You see for several months now I have had an incubus as my lover. I know it's dangerous, but to me it's worth it. From our intercourse I have weakened, and I've become very sick. I don't have much time left. Even though I know this I won't refuse him when he comes for me tonight. But I want to be able to share my story, so I will try to write this out and describe everything in detail, so that my tale may at least make it out there to lie amongst the vampire legends. My story began on the night of a full moon. I had gone to bed and was sound asleep. At first I thought I was dreaming. He had come into my room, the full moon making his pale skin glow. When his hand touched me it was like ice - so cold that it numbed my skin where he touched. It was then that I realized I was awake. His eyes captivated me, they were a pale wintry blue. Then he kissed me. At first his lips were as cold as his hands - they didn't seem completely solid. Then the world started to spin around me, it seemed that the bed had fallen out from under me. I was falling, in free-fall, flying down, ever downwards; but there was no fear, I knew I was safe in his arms. While I was experiencing this rush his lips had seemed to grow more solid against mine, warming up at the same time. He broke the kiss, and it felt like I touched down lightly on my bed. He seemed so fragile, ephemeral like the night's mist. Then he lay against me and pressed his body into mine. His body was cool against my own, but not as cool as before. He kissed me again, and his skin warmed. His touch that at first had been icy against my skin now become like warm velvet draped across me. As the passion increased he became more real, more solid, more like a person. For the first time I could now feel the pressure of his hardon against my own. He started to grind his dick into mine. A pleasure so intense, with all the force of a hurricane enveloped me. Before I knew it, it was over. Orgasm ripped through me with an almost frightening intensity. Then I felt only exhaustion, severe exhaustion. I looked up at my phantom lover, saw him for the first time as solid, and seemingly human. Then he faded away into moonlight and sleep overtook me. The next morning I awoke very late, having slept throughout most of the day. I was unsure about what had happened, the only thing I remembered clearly was the pleasure and him. I knew it had been much too real to be a dream, but exactly what had happened I did not know. What was he? I knew there must be an answer somewhere. So I searched every source I knew on the occult. After long hours spent searching, I think I found an answer. A vampire, more specifically an incubus, a male sexual vampire that draws the life essence from its victim during intercourse. An incubus could cause extreme pleasure but it would also lead to extreme fatigue in early encounters and if taken too far could cause death. From my research I was aware that it was likely that he would be back again. The legends seemed to point out that an incubus was likely to return to the same few victims. My logical mind said I should be afraid of this creature, this killer, but my sexual side was drawn to the idea of another such encounter. I did have to admit that my intellectual curiosity was at an all time high, I needed to know more about this creature. All that was known were legends, here I had the chance to learn more. Once I found out more, then I can stop this, or so I told myself. The next time he appeared to me I was more prepared than before and was on my guard. This time instead of submitting instantly, I moved away when he went to touch me. He still had that somewhat pale look that he'd had the time before. This time however, his eyes did not hypnotize me. Finally I found my voice and spoke. "Who are you? Why are you here?" The answer I received astonished me, not because of content but because of how it arrived. His lips never moved and he made no sound, but thoughts filled my mind. His thoughts did not come to me like words, instead it came like images and feelings. It is very hard to explain exactly what I experienced but I will try. One of the first things I saw was sorrow, he didn't like what he had to do. He hated that in having sex with someone it would lead to their death in most cases. It felt wrong to him but he had no choice; this was what he was and it was his only way to survive. He was not the monster that the legends had painted. He was compassionate, but lost and confused. He was trapped in a world where all he could do was cause harm to others, even those he loved. In the thoughts he shared with me was grief, agony, despair, love and love lost. He could never quite show me how he had become the way he had, he did not know exactly, it was in a time before he could remember. But the promise of pleasure even after all that I heard in legends and all that he had shown me caused me to invite him into my bed once again. His skin was still cold to the touch, but it quickly warmed and solidified as got into our passionate lovemaking. He kissed me like he had that first time and I felt the world spin around me. I was safe in his arms, nothing could touch me in this whirlwind of pleasure. Our bodies were intertwined together as we undulated in passion. Then he sat up on top of me and took my erection in his hand, stroking it gently up and down. With his other hand he traced his finger along my chin and down my throat, across my chest lightly touching each nipple and then down my stomach. His actions were sending shivers down my spine. I was lost in the ecstasy of the situation as he continued his stimulation. Then he leaned over and flicked his tongue across the head of my cock, the sensation making me arch my back with a quick intake of breath and release it in a slow moan of passion. Whatever else he might have been he knew what he was doing. He swallowed the head of my cock, taking it in and sucking on it. His tongue sliding around the ridge causing me to moan more loudly. He began a bobbing motion up and down on my cock, sliding it in and out of his mouth, his tongue twining sinuously around the shaft, I knew I had given myself over to him completely. Before I could reach orgasm he stopped. At this point he was very solid and real, and looked and felt like a normal man, nothing like the pale specter he had been earlier. He sat back up again, but instead of sitting down like he had earlier when he first started he lowered himself onto my cock - impaling himself on my shaft. I described the earlier part as ecstasy and this went way beyond anything I'd ever felt before. There is simply no way words can describe the feelings of pleasure coursing through my body. The feeling of being inside him set me off immediately; there was no pain for him in penetration, and only pleasure for me. I could not believe the feeling of being inside him. So intense was the feeling that even after climax I stayed hard. After my orgasm had faded, he began a slow riding motion. His body bouncing up and down pounding my cock into his ass. Slowly at first, then speeding up, then slowing down to prolong this intense feeling between us. I pulled him to my chest and rolled him over, so that now I was on top. Slamming my hard cock into him as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, and the feelings of his pleasure flowed through my mind, until finally our passion reached a crescendo with an orgasm that felt as if it should have shaken the stars from the sky. I fell down on top of him, panting hard, barely able to breathe freely. He just sat there stroking my hair as I lay heaving on his chest. When I had finally regained my breath he kissed me - very quickly - then he rolled me over onto my back. He climbed out of bed and pulled the covers up over me, and as I watched he disappeared into the moonlight streaming through the window. When I awoke it was late in the afternoon, I had slept for almost 14 hours. When I looked in the mirror the face that looked back at me was pale with fatigue. I looked like I had not slept at all the past night instead of just having slept for 14 hours. Still I knew what to do. I had to restore the energy I had lost the night before, and that meant getting something to eat. I fixed myself some soup, which warmed me and seemed to bring some of the color back to my skin. As the day wore on my health improved markedly and over the next several days I returned to normal. It was four days later when he returned to me. Having shared his thoughts and the sexual relationship made me sensitive to his presence, I knew he would be coming that night. When he appeared it was easy to see that where I had gotten better his appearance had worsened. When he came over to kiss me the icy feel of his lips made me shiver. But within seconds they had warmed and he kissed me forcefully as I kissed him with equal passion. It was after we broke the kiss that I first noticed that he was now naked. I had taken it for granted before that his clothes just seemed to disappear whenever we got close but now it seemed very strange to me. When I asked him about it all he could relay was that he did not know, it simply happened. Expecting the usual tide of feelings and images in his answers I was surprised to find that his thoughts now had a structure, not words exactly but I could interpret them like that. There had been one question that I had wondered about since our last encounter: where did he vanish off to and where did he go during the daylight hours. When I asked him this images started to stream into my mind, along with the word-like structures of thought. I will attempt to interpret them for your understanding, but I must reinforce that these were not words by any means, merely my interpretation of what he showed me. Into my mind swept an image of the moon, and his tale began "The incubi and succubae live in the night realm, a world very separate from yours, and this is where we exist during the daylight. We are free to travel wherever the moonlight shines, which is how I came to you that first night. The time of daylight is poison to us, for the light of the sun is against our nature, so we must follow the moonlight when it leaves the earth, or die. The night realm is not a pleasant place to dwell. It is a place of darkness, absolute darkness. Not until the moon shines down on the earth are we able to see and it is then that our eyes are open to this world. When we walk in this world we must look for someone to feed upon, for without their life-energy we will perish." This is the tale that he relayed to me and now I'm relaying it on to you, so that this information can join the legends about the incubi and succubae. I felt sorry for him, to be forced to roam the earth for only a short period of time then to return to utter darkness, alone and lost. And so it was that I let him into my bed a third time, however this time I wanted more. After our usual kissing I rolled him which solidified him and made him warm to the touch I rolled him onto his back and licked my way down his chest, stopping to suck briefly on each nipple before continuing on. The taste of his skin was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. His skin was soft, almost like silk or velvet, as I ran my tongue across it. His flavor was indescribable. If I had to put it into words I would have to say that it had no taste at all, but had every taste as well. I know that description is pretty vague so I'll try to explain. It wasn't like a human, it didn't have the usual flavor of a light sweat on it. In fact it really didn't have any taste to it at all but it did evoke a pleasure from the contact as though it were the pure essence of a flavor. It was sweet, so sweet that it was like someone had mixed, brown sugar, maple syrup, pure sugar cane and every other sweet flavor together and put that taste into his skin. There was also a salty flavor to it and at the same time a kind of spiciness that cannot be described - like every spice known to man had been mingled together into a harmony as complex as one of Bach's concertos, while still being as simple as the sound of a cricket on a summer night. Experiencing his unique flavor, I slid my tongue down his chest and down to his navel where I licked it, causing him to squirm with delight and sending echoes of his pleasure into my mind. Then I continued down to his throbbing cock. I ran my tongue along the satiny underside of his shaft up to the tip of his cock, and then back down to the base and his balls. Licking my tongue in circles around each one, then taking them one at a time into my mouth, sucking on them and rolling them around in my mouth, savoring his flavor. Then I returned back to his cock nibbling my way up the underside until I reached the tip and then plunging my mouth down over the head. Swirling my tongue around the satiny dome until I had him writhing in ecstasy, sending waves of pleasure through my mind as his thoughts poured into my head. Then it was time, he lifted my head off his cock and drew me up to him till we were face to face again. He kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth and wrapping itself around my own. When we broke the kiss he lifted his ass into the air and gripping my cock aimed it towards his hot hole. Wasting no time I pushed forward and into him. There was no pain for him just pleasure at the penetration, which occurred easily even without lubrication. I pushed into him all the way the slowly slid back out until just the head remained in, then ramming forward again burying myself deep inside him. As the rhythm of pushing into him then withdrawing built up, I tried to remain in control, but the animal lust took over and I began to pummel his ass with almost reckless abandon. Slamming into him again and again as passion surged through me like an ocean of fire consuming me. Again and again I worked my way into his magical hole as the world spun around me in a exultant cry of sexuality and lust. Finally the all-consuming pleasure raced me to that fantastic orgasm, sending me soaring among the stars, only to land back on Earth in his arms. He stayed with me that night and I slept in his arms until just before the morning light crept in. When I awoke without him I almost cried from the loss, but it did not last long for sleep was drawing me down again. It was several nights later before he showed up again, where we had our talk and then continued into the wildest sexual frenzy that ever occurred on the face of the Earth. Each time he would linger with me a little bit longer, staying with me until just before dawn's light could trap him. Each time I became more upset after he left. Our relationship progressed over the several months I'd known him. I fell in love with him, and even knowing what he was didn't bother me. I'd come to know him well, and knew that he loved me too, and that was enough. My health began to get worse with his every visit, and his visits became more frequent. He is coming to meet me tonight, I can feel it. I do not think I will live past this night, I have grown very weak and it is difficult to leave my bed. Even knowing that being with him tonight will mean my death doesn't bother me; if I die in his arms I'll be happy. With that thought I will leave you. I have told my story now so that it can go down in the legends and possibly shed some light on these mysterious beings who are not monsters at all. That is the tale of the incubus who found love and the human who loved him. According to the legend their first kiss that night killed the human and the incubus held him in his arms until dawn light found them. Now we can only hope that they are together wherever they are, and if they are together then I know that they are happy. The End
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by SwampRat (1/20/99) John and Mark were good friends. At least once a week they would meet in a bar and chat. Sometimes they would go back to Mark's place and have sex. Afterwards, John returned to his own apartment to clean himself up, leaving his sometimes lover to become 'just a friend' again. Deep down it hurt Mark a little - He was gay and enjoyed being gay. John on the other hand was... well, John. Whatever he was he was not gay - he just like looking at other men, and fantasizing about having sex with them. But he only did it with Mark, and only as a top. But he was definitely not gay! One night they both had a little too much to drink, and Mark tried to talk his 'lover' into taking a cab home, but John disagreed. "I can drive." He got in the car, and Mark, shaking his head, got in as well. Not so much because he believed John could drive, but to make sure his friend got home alright. As they went down the road, John got horny. He unzipped his pants and pulled his semi-hard dick out. Mark noticed and reached over to play with it, always enjoying the feel of a dick in his hand. Undoing his pants as well and playing with his own erection, then pumping them together. They both creamed so hard that they blacked-out for a moment. Just long enough to slam into an oak tree that was close to the road. When the firemen arrived they just watched the wreck finish burning, put out what remained of the car, and left the rest to the police. It was ruled as an accident caused by oil on the road. A guard-rail was put around the bend, and a few attended the services (both bodies were burned to ash), saying what a shame that people had to go like that. John awoke to find himself on the floor of a dark room. There seemed to be no windows, nor any door - just what felt like a bed and a single candle set into the wall. He wondered what the Hell was happening when suddenly the candle lit by itself. Blinded by the sudden glare, the man stumbled back and fell onto the bed. It was only then that he noticed he was naked. and that he wasn't alone. A creature stood on horse-hooves, strong back-bent legs sliding up into a muscular, almost human, body. The creature was rounded off with a canine muzzle topping the thick neck. 2 legs, 2 arms, 1 dick... and what a dick! Long as his forearm, a wrist-thick maleness swayed over a bull's ball-sack. It swayed even more as the creature clopped up to him, giving the human a good look at the dark meat with its thick tip, throbbing veins, and spicy scent. A clawed hand gripped the base and lifted it up so it almost touched John's nose. He shrank back, putting up his hand. The log was slid into it, as the creatures hips move a little. Shocked, John pulled completely away this time, scuttling back on the bed until his shoulders hit the wall. The monster growled and grabbed him, throwing him onto his belly. He swung a hairy leg over and mounte John's ass. John felt the thick, hot cock root around between his cheeks a few times before it stabbed inward. He screamed as it forced its way inside. His fingers clutched the sheets, helpless to stop the creature pulling his hips back. Shoving down in his tight ass, it growled lustily over him. John tried not to enjoy being raped, at having his body abused and used for another's pleasure. But it truth, he did enjoy it. He liked feeling the thick meat move in and out of his ass. Soon he was pushing back, wanting more of the big dick. His own erection bobbed and dribbled pre-cum as the creature grunted, pushing his hips back at the hairy crotch. "So you do like it." A gravely voice growled over him. John froze as the creature came deep in his guts. He shuddered. "And you like to feel cum splashing hot and wet inside you, don't you?" He shook his head, still gripping the bed. "No ... no, I don't. I can't... I can't enjoy being fucked." He tried not to notice the meat hot and throbbing inside his ass, the squishy sounds of semen pumped into his butt. "I can't! That would make me a..." "Queer!" The creature snarled in his ear, pulling the half-hard dick out of him, wiping it on his butt, and leaving. John curled up and whimpered, wishing he was someplace else. Wishing anything but. Hooves clopped again on the floor, and again he was thrown on his stomach, a big piece of male-meat seeking, then stabbing itself in his ass. He cried out when fingers encircled his cock, stroking its already hard length, fighting the illicit pleasure. Mark awoke in a carbon copy of the room. He shook his head and looked around, noticing he was naked. "Where am I?" he wondered aloud? "Does it matter?" He turned at the deep voice to stare at what could have been a twin to what was making John scream. "Wow..." Mark breathed, unable to take his eyes off the hunk. It showed its body off, hooves clopping on the floor as it turned, giving him a view of its round, masculine butt-cheeks. "Wow..." he said again, getting a chuckle from the creature. It looked over its shoulder at him and Mark needed no second invitation! He crossed the floor in two steps, slapping hand to ass, gripping the muscles. "Mmmmmmm." He nipped the hard shoulder softly, caressing the male's rear, panting over the beautiful guy - wolf head and horse-legs notwithstanding. "You are getting me horny." Mark laughed softly and pressed his aching hard-on into the hot cheeks. "Got ya beat." Mark whispered, moving his hands around to grip the rising cock. "Oh Wow!" He had Dreamed about such dicks, stroking them, sucking them, having them up his rear until they blew all over. His hands gripped the creature's butt, holding it tight as he frigged the big male-meat. He knelt and nipped/kissed the cheeks, then rocked back as its pole swung into view. Fingers curled around the thickness, tugging it towards a salivating mouth. Mark sucked on the head, flicking it with his tongue, loving the taste, the size, the groans as he jerked what wouldn't fit, until with a roar, it exploded in his mouth. So much cum he couldn't drink it all and some dribbled down his chin and onto his chest. Still he stroked the creature's dick, keeping it erect. He felt himself pulled up and the wolf-man kissed him, licking up the excess from around his mouth, delving in to french-kiss the man hotly. As he moaned and rubbed the big arms Mark was lifted, carried to the bed and kissed again. His legs were slipped up onto the beast's strong shoulders, his ass exposed to the throbbing pole. The human moaned, wriggling his hips, relishing the feeling of the thick head split him open and slide through his anus. There should have been pain, he thought. He was taking a dick the size of a horse inside him. But except for some twinges, mostly made by clawed fingers digging into his butt, or tweaking his nipples, all he felt was pleasure. That and a lust that threatened to engulf him. The next thrust made him shudder. Soon after, he gripped the bed, arching his back as the monster cock thrust in and out of his ass. "Oh yesss! Do it! Fuck me." The being complied, pounding his tight ass roughly, biting at his nipples, stroking his hard dick. The explosion washed him away in a tide of lust and pleasure, feeling the big male laying over him, panting as loud as he. They lay together, caressing each other for some time. "That was the best." The wolf-being nodded and kissed him again, and then moved back. "Please! leave it in me." Hands gently untangled his legs. "I wish I could, but - I have other things to attend to. Maybe later we can lay together longer - My beautiful lover." The male moved away, vanishing into nothingness. Mark never noticed, hearing the word ring in his ears, content to just lay on the bed and wait. A hoof-clop made him open his eyes. "That was quick." The big hands rolled him onto his belly, lifted his hips and held him in place while the wolf-head nuzzled, bit, kissed, caressed, licked every inch of man-ass. Thumbs spread his sweaty cheeks and Mark howled as a hot tongue delved into his neither regions. Though he screamed, he was enjoying every moment. Xarnrax looked at both men. At Mark, pushing his butt up at the demon eating it out, all the while gasping with pleasure. And at John, trying to pull away, trying not to feel the enjoyment the tongue brought him. He shook his head. "One man's heaven is another man's hell." With a snort he clopped off to see about the other Eternal Prisoners - or Guests... it only depended upon their perceptions. The End
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Just for today, just for the holiday: It's not hard, he thinks, seducing these neg only safe-sex only clean cut types. Just lie to them. Tell them what they want to hear, say, "Yes, I'm clean and disease free" (Technically HIV is not a disease, it's a virus). Smile in your pictures a little mysteriously and nod at all the right moments, "Yes, I always practice safe-sex" (What does that mean anyway...like if we don't end up knifed to death...that's safe sex right...?). Start in quick but subtle with the ever tried and true, "So what kind of porn do you like? I love XXX and ZZZ" (bareback only studios that are poz-friendly). "Yeah, they're awesome..." "Yeah, bareback is the best." "Yeah..." They're mine...all the time. It's so easy to invite them over and have them look and stare and think, "He's so nice," and smile broad and say, "Come inside, the bedroom is this way," Leading them easily over and over again, into the bedroom, "Make yourself comfortable and take off your clothes." Casually do the same, and look at the monitors playing porn then say, "So what kind of guys do you like." Do the my type and your type game for a bit and then just nod slightly and kick back in bed and led the clumsy foreplay begin. Let them trip over themselves over and over again as they try to impress you and just keep glancing back and forth to the screens of porn and then chuckle aloud and say, "I've got something for you to try." Reach to the side of your bed and pull out that glass pipe and a micro torch and smile as you heat the pipe just so and then hit it just right, watch their eyes grow big and they never say anything contrary. Exhale a perfect white cloud of that fucking fantastic smoke and then pass them the pipe and say, "Here, hold it in your mouth like this," as you position the pipe in their mouth, and finally say, "I'll light it for you, just inhale when I say so." They barely nod but you can sense their excitement bleeding into the air. Heat the pipe again and then when that white smoke starts to rise to the top, say, "Hit it." Always "hit it" because that sets them up to fall so far down they won't ever hit the ground. And then ya just let the white smoke do its magic. Pretty soon Mr. I'm Safe Sex Only guy is on his back with his eyes dilated with fuck-lust saying, "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!" And it's hot because he's so straight-arrow clean-cut nicely dressed jock guy...with an ass so wet you can stick your raw cock in it at any moment. So you do while you hit the pipe and let him watch you in awe as you take the hit and slide into him and fuck him hit after hit. You fuck him doggy and sitting so that he can take some hits as well...you are after all, generous to a fault. It's so natural to just ask him, "You want me to knock you up? You want me to poz you?" It's so natural for him to say, "Yes. Breed me. Please breed me." So you do, and you smile as his pupils dilate and he smiles feeling your toxic seed spraying inside him and you both gasp and then you smile when he reaches for the pipe and asks you to help light the pipe. "Of course," you say. What else would an incubus do?
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I am trying to learn demonology. I have a few friends into demons but we are at a plateau. My goal is to conjour the Demons Abraxas and Purson. This is not about satanism or devil worship. Please reply if you can point me to references or know how to conjour. Serious only not a joke.
