Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Nysidra
Title: Indoctrination 1, Jakob
Summary: Heavy Subjects not suitable for dabblers: Demonology, Crime,
Drugs, Abuse, Manipulation, and Mind Control involving underage persons.
Keywords: Erotica, Pansexual, hedonistic, pro-sexual, smut
   <->
   -_ Bait _-
   Jakob Jensen lay awake listening to the neighborhood.  Quiet compared to
the occasional gusts of wind.  The blue birds cried out, critters jumped
between swaying limbs.
   He rose from bed and padded into the hallway.  When the bedroom door
shut behind him it muted the outside world.  Down the hallway, a soft glow
under the door, electric beeps, sound effects, tinny horns.
   Snoring from the living room.
   Jakob gathered the dirty dishes and deposited them in the sink.
   Note on the fridge: 'Make sure your father gets to bed.' His mother's
handwriting.
   Back to the living room.
   "Esben," said Jakob as he straightened the table.
   Esben grunted and yawned, pushed himself upright on the couch.  "Is
there a note?"
   Jakob shook his head.  "Not for you."
   Esben scratched his belly as he stood, adjusted the waist band on his
sleep shorts.  "Lock the door before you leave, don't leave the
neighborhood before noon.  Back before dark." The blanket trailed behind
him.
   Once the dishes were done, Jakob stepped into a pair of denim shorts and
sneakers.
   He locked the door behind him.  Five blocks later, he pushed the
crosswalk signal button to leave the neighborhood.
   A stiff wind rustled the trees.  Traffic lights dangled from the
overhead wires.  A black sports car with gleaming green paint and tinted
windows whizzed by.
   Jakob had waited too long for his mother to give him permission to leave
the neighborhood.  She didn't say anything about a time limit.
   The crosswalk led him into another neighborhood.  He passed through,
gazing into yards: pools, grills, toys, gardens.
   When the sun broke the horizon, it illuminated a dilapidated building a
few blocks from the main shops.  It was set back from the walkway, secluded
by trees and other buildings.  It could make for an interesting spot.
   He continued toward the shopping center.  Last time they visited it,
there was a gaming shop nearing completion.
   Sure enough, a neon sign flashed open from inside the window.  'Arcades,
Billiards, and Games.'
   His pace increased, almost jumping with each step.  How cool that it was
open so early?!
   All Ages 11am - 6pm Adults Only 7pm - 10am, All day M-Th
   Jakob frowned and sighed and trudged away.  Whatever.
   He walked until the sun was much higher in the sky, ended his stroll at
a good climbing tree.  Nestled in its branches, Jakob listened to the
birds, squirrels, car engines, and snippets of conversation.
   He slipped his hand into his shorts, caressed and grazed his cock.  He
didn't move his fingers much and kept his hips still.  It was enough to
make himself feel good and not get caught.
   He spent a few good hours in the tree.  Explored a little further,
watched people playing at the park.  He returned home half an hour past
sunset.
   Laughter from the back porch.  He peeked around the corner.
   Esben sitting near the smoker, amber bottle in one hand, the cordless
phone in the other.  "Here.  Watch what he's about to do.  He's going for
it." He pointed to the game playing on television as if the person on the
other line could see.
   Jakob slunk away.  Once in the hallway, electronic chimes and thematic
music rang clear from the other bedroom.  The source of these noises were
not foreign to him.  It had been his older brother's gaming system, but he
moved away a couple years ago.  Mina claimed to want it.  He expected it to
be broken within weeks.
   Years later, it had consumed her completely.
   Jakob showered and lay in his bed, window open, listening to the world.
   ***
   The abandoned building was easy to gain access too.  No gate, no fence.
Boarded windows and doors except for an upstairs window and a side door. 
He followed the cracked driveway to the side of the building, climbed the
steps.  The screen covered porch was covered by vines.  He could see
through them to the walkway.
   He twisted the doorknob.  It swung open.
   No furniture, dusty, stone floors.
   Several rooms.  Most of them dusty, empty, and dark.
   Save for the one.  It had a couch, table, decent view of the street in
front of the building from the mirror on the wall.  A secret hideout!
   On the table, a treasure trove.  He stood over it, hands clasped behind
his back.  Was his mind playing tricks?
   The pages were not dusty, nothing on the table, the couch wasn't bad.
   He removed the top photo and looked at the next one.  It was a stack of
print outs, blown-up glossy photos, and tear-outs from a magazine.
   "Wow," he whispered in awe.
   A woman with no shirt on, half smiling, her hand out-stretched, palm up.
In the next one, a man lay on a bed, blanket over his legs.  The woman
beside him lay over his chest, her long back exposed.  The next appeared to
have a woman with her thighs open, but that wasn't her hand.  A man
touching her?
   Jakob used his imagination to fill in what the pictures lacked.  He went
through each one, creating who the people were, what stories they had to
tell, why this was the best moment of their lives.  He examined several of
the images carefully, sifting through them and picking out his favorites.
   His cock was hard, painful and aching.  It was both maddening and the
best sensation in the world.
   He separated the pages into three, neat stacks.  If they were still that
way when he returned, then he'd know he had the spot to himself.
   ***
   Jakob returned Saturday morning.  He rode his bike so that he didn't
waste time walking.  Each time he touched himself he thought back on those
pictures.
   They were exactly as he left them.
   Jakob sat on the couch.  It wasn't too dusty, a little old.  He brought
his stack of favorites over and spread them out on the table.  This time,
he touched himself, holding and squeezing his penis, causing a glow
throughout his body, keen and pulsing.
   The 'therapy couch' became a regular stop for Jakob.  Sometimes he went
twice a day, once in the morning, then again before going back home.  He
didn't consider other people using the place or being caught anymore.  He
worked his way through the photos, making up stories in his head, imagining
he was there.
   When the summer days cranked in intensity, he brought a blanket to lay
over the couch.  That way he could get naked and lay back and enjoy himself
for hours in the stifling heat.
   His routine was to get up early, do his chores if he had them, then ride
to his hideout.  He lay his bike on the side near the steps, ducked inside
and went straight for the couch.
   He stared at the table and his excitement deflated.
   The pictures were gone.  In their place were a completely different set.
   Jakob spun in a slow circle, examining the room with new eyes.  He
stepped out the door and looked around.  He checked the nearby rooms.  No
one in the building, at least no one he could see.  The couch room was the
only one without a boarded window.
   He went down to the screened porch and looked around.  No one outside.
His bike, no car, well, there was the blue van parked up the block, but it
was usually there.  That shiny black car was usual, too.
   He should leave.  Jakob stood on the porch, chewed the tip of his thumb.
He'd only seen the top photo, but the man in it was naked.  Were there
naked women?
   He didn't have to touch himself today.  He could just look.  What were
they pictures of?  He would could go look.  Nothing else.
   It was a beautiful day, barely any clouds.  The shopping center was only
a five minute ride from here, or there was the park on the way back home.
The stone chair should be dry by now.  That was a great spot when the creek
dried up.
   Curiosity won.
   He turned around and went back to the room.  His steps were soft, ears
keen for any noise.  The building was abandoned.  Obviously, he shared his
'secret spot' with someone else.  Those pictures couldn't get here by
themselves.
   No one moved it or appeared to use it the blanket other than him.  He'd
never found it ...  seeming used.  Obviously, whoever put the pictures
there didn't mind.  Right?
   The top one was of a grown man with his stiff penis in hand.  Hair on
his chest, arms, belly, thighs.  He could play a werewolf in the movies.  A
dirty one, looking like that.
   Under the picture was a book.  No, an album.
   He lifted the album and opened to the first page.  A woman knelt on
floor, hands pressed into the rug.  Her breasts hung down, large brown
nipples.  Mouth open as if she were exhausted.  The man sitting behind her
was covered in sweat, his cock covered in something wet too, but it was
soft.
   Jakob's body ached.  He reached into his shorts to adjust it, hold it.
   Next page.  A woman's open legs, another woman with her tongue on her
bright pink inner flesh.  Jakob had never, ever seen a woman's parts in
such fine detail.  He stared at the photo, examining everything.
   He turned the page and whimpered.  It was filled with people doing all
kinds of stuff to each other.  Bodies, all naked, all doing sex and
touching.  Men with men, women with women, two men with a woman squished
between their bodies.
   Jakob's whole body tensed and his groin exploded.  He set the album
aside and lay on his side on the couch, trembling, waiting.  He'd never
done that before.  Had he wet himself?  When the moment passed, got up and
hurried out the building.  He wiped his hand on his shorts and rode home,
panting, heart thundering.
   Once home, he jumped off the bike and ran towards his bathroom.  His
clothing was soaked wet with perspiration.  He rinsed everything in the
shower with him and hung it to dry.
   He was never going to go back.
   He was't supposed to see stuff like that.  It did something to him, made
him mess his pants.  After his shower he sat on his bed staring out the
window, waiting for someone to come up to the house and tell on him.
   No one came.  How could anyone?
   No one knew where he lived.  He wasn't going to get in trouble.  He'd
worked himself up like a baby.
   Jakob buried his hands into his hair.  That must have been that same
stuff in the pictures, the white stuff.  There wasn't much of it to examine
by the time he got home.
   ***
   Jakob was back at the couch days later.
   It dawned on him that he could just take the album and keep it in his
bedroom, but that would be stealing.  He didn't want to do that.  Before
settling, Jakob checked the streets and each of the rooms.
   Scanning for others became part of the adventure.  Plus, if he was good
and didn't remove the album, perhaps he'd get to see something else.
   Each time he visited, he spent time on a few pages - that third page
consumed two of his visits.  Once he got close to the intense feeling, he
stopped.  Towards the middle of the book, he'd learned to keep the good
sensations going for hours.  If he was in a hurry, he revisited some of his
favorites.
   Even the pictures he didn't like so much made him horny.
   He only had a couple pages left.
   Today's photo was of a man's hard penis sinking inside a large, wet
vagina.  She smelled like strawberries and creme.  Felt like the skin of a
peach, fuzzy and delicate.  She reminded him of Miss Bethany in his math
class.  She had plump, round breasts.
   Jakob groaned and the building groaned with him.  What would it feel
like to be inside Miss Bethany?  To have her hands resting on his backside
while he sank inside her.
   The familiar tingle stirred deep in his body.
   Another creak.
   Jakob froze.  Sweet pooled in the crook of his elbow.  Was that the
building settling?
   He shut the book and wiped his hands dry.
   The building groaned again.  Someone was inside.
   Heart pounding, but movements slight, he shuffled into his shorts. 
Sweat soaked into the material, his shirt clung to his back.  He snuck to
the door, looked left, but saw no unfamiliar shadows.  Right, nothing he
could see.
   He tipped his way down the hall and rounded the corner.  Jakob
considered that the person heard him first and left, but he couldn't be
sure.  He hadn't checked the rooms.  He crouched and inched his way to the
door.
   The person could be behind him right now.
   What if the other guy was just as frightened of discovery, thinking he
had the place to himself?  Fear kept Jakob paralyzed, a few steps from the
door.  Once he thought it was safe to move, he heard footsteps, but not in
the building - approaching the door.  Heavy crunch of dirt and trash
underfoot.
   He was caught.  Jakob stood and pulled and tugged on his clothing.  He
wiped the sweat from his brow.  He could pretend he'd only just found the
place.  Jakob hid in a dark corner of the building.  Someone entered and
passed through, his footfalls on the boards, that groan.  The building
didn't make as much noise as he expected.
   Didn't matter.  Time to make his escape.  He ran for the door and
hurried to his bike.
   A large envelop rested on the seat.
   "The hell?" He snatched the envelop up and opened it.  He walked with
one hand on the handlebar, his thumb holding the envelope.  What he found
inside turned his legs to stone.
   Pictures, but he didn't have to imagine he was in the person's place. 
He was that person.  The photos appeared to be captured from above, a
camera he'd never seen got perfect snapshots of him touching his cock on
the couch.
   Whoever took these photos had been watching him for a long time.  Some
pictures had him kneeling on the couch dressed, others fully naked on the
blanket.
   Between the pictures he found a note.
   "Greetings Jakob Jensen,
   Yes, I know your name.  I know your address, but I don't know you.  Do
not be scared.  I will not tell your family.  I do not betray my friends.
Well, you want to be friends, don't you?  If not, then leave, give these
pictures to your parents.  Tell them you want to be punished for having
fun. Do that, and I will not post copies of these photos in the hallway at
your school.  The first day of school is so important.  Goodness, that is
uncalled for.  You should not face punishment.  Come back to the couch.  I
am waiting.
   Your future friend."
   The shock was too much.  Jakob's stomach folded in on itself.  He had to
go back.  The thought of going home or his mother seeing these photos was
unthinkable.  The absolute worse - the entire school knowing what he'd done
on the first day.
   Jakob could still see part of the building behind him.  Was he with the
couch, waiting for his return?
   There was only one way to make this stop.  He turned around and headed
back for the building.  His steps were skittish as he went back inside,
back into the room.
   The couch.  He'd thought of this place as his, the couch as his.  It was
foolish and dumb.
   What if he did deserve to be punished?
   He was scared to face his mother, scared to meet this person.
   But why?  Whoever it was had been taking videos of him the whole time.
He even gave him a great book.  He'd almost made it to the end.  What if it
wasn't a man at all, just a really big and tall teenager?  What if he turns
out to be someone who could truly be his friend?
   Jakob nearly lost his nerve and ran, but the more Jakob considered his
options, the sillier it seemed to be afraid.  After all, the guy could have
gone to his parents first.
   He stood in the room and stared at the ceiling.  Where was it?
   "Don't be scared." A male voice from within a closet.
   There had never been a closet before.  The hideout had a secret room
Jakob had been too distracted to discover.  Despite its location, with
natural light in the room, the closet and the man within was enveloped in
darkness.
   "My name is Desmond.  We will become close friends."
   Jakob glanced at the door.  That voice did not sound like that of
another boy, but a very adult man.  "What do you want?"
   "That is a very good question, Jakob.  Each time you see me ask yourself
that question, because it will aid you: what I want."
   Jakob stood there in silence.  The sweat on his body felt cold, damp. 
His stomach growled.  As his eyes adjusted, he could almost make out the
outline of the man who called himself his friend.
   "I want to help you, Jakob.  Take off your clothes."
   Fear and anxiety churned, sweat dripped down his neck.  The man didn't
sound mean, but how could he be sure?  Was this some kind of trick?  Why
would a man ask him to do that?
   "I have seen all of you before, haven't I?  Do not worry.  I will stay
here.  If I leave this place, feel free to run.  Can you imagine how much
trouble I would get into chasing a beautiful naked boy down the street?"
Desmond laughed.
   Jakob twittered nervously.  That image was a funny one.
   "I give you my word.  I will not leave this spot."
   "But--"
   "But nothing.  You asked what I want; I have told you.  Strip."
   His shirt clung to his skin, making him feel cold and uncomfortable. 
Taking it off would be a relief.  True, nothing the man hadn't seen before,
but he wasn't here before.  It wasn't the same.
   "Fine then.  I'm not forcing you to be here." Desmond sounded both
sullen and irritated.
   "I'm nervous," Jakob licked his lips and wiped the sweat from his brow.
He pulled his shirt off.  "I'm doing it."
   He set it over the back of the couch.  He kicked out of his sneakers and
stepped out of his shorts.  The whole time his eyes were glued to the dark
closet and the dark man who sat inside it.  He hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of his briefs and pulled them down and off.
   His whole body flushed with embarrassment.  A scant breeze drifted
through the window, not enough to cut the stifling air.
   "Good boy, Jakob.  If you do what I tell you, you will never need to be
punished."
   Punished?  What in the world did he mean by that?  Showing the pictures
to his parents?
   A light flashed from the dark corner.  Jakob screamed and gathered into
a ball on the couch.  A high whine followed.  It was only a camera.
   "I am adding to my collection.  I want to remember this day.  I did not
mean to frighten you.  My apologies.  Stand up?"
   Jakob pushed to his feet, drew a deep breath to calm his nerves.
   Flash.  Whine.
   "Turn around."
   Flash.  Whine.
   "Bend over.  Touch your toes."
   Jakob stared at the dust bunnies under the couch.  He found the blue
button he'd lost from one of his shirts.  What was going to happen now?
   Flash.  Whine.
   "Stand up and face me.  Hold your arms high over head, stretch and take
a deep breath."
   Jakob reached for the ceiling, taking shaky, but deep breaths.
   Flash.  Whine.
   "Good.  You can put your clothes back on now if you would like."
   Jakob redressed.  The damp clothing felt worse now than when he took it
off, but better than naked.
   "The paper bag on the table is for you.  Get it, but don't open it."
   A brown paper bag used for bagging liquor bottles.  He picked it up,
barely any weight to it.
   "As I said, Jakob.  We will be friends because I want to help you. 
Don't open my gift until you get home.  Stash it in a safe spot so that you
don't get caught.  Instructions are included.  Good bye, Jakob."
   He tightened his hand on the bag and backed toward the door.  "Good
bye."
   ***
   Jakob put his bike away and tried his house door.  Locked.  He knocked,
waited, checked the streets.  The car wasn't in the garage.  Five minutes
later, no response.  He went around to Mina's window and knocked on it. 
Heavy drapes covered the broad window.  It had the best view of the
backyard, but he'd never seen the shades open.
   He went around to his bedroom.  His window was open, but he wasn't tall
enough to reach it.  The ground level was much lower on this side.  He
found some bricks near the shed and built a platform high enough to reach
the screen.
   He'd taken it out once before, and it was simple to pop out again.  He
crawled in the window and set the bag aside.  A quick walk through the
house led him to the note.
   "Mom told us not to wait for you."
   He trashed the note, downed a tall glass of water, and made himself a
sandwich and retreated to his room.  He hadn't been looking forward to
going to Adventure Land, but he hadn't seen his mother in a month.
   He needed to ask her if it was okay to make a friend that wasn't his
age.
   The paper bag was still on his desk.  When he finished the sandwich he
opened the bag.
   Large rubber ball with a thin tube.  He squeezed the ball down and it
squished like an accordion.  Air hissed through the tube.  He had to pull
on the ring to extend it again.
   Frowning, Jakob set it aside.  He reached into the bag and pulled out
another strange object.  Shiny and steel colored with a narrow tip,
widening toward the middle, narrowed again just before the round base.  He
flipped it over.  It had a clear bottom.  Under the glass was black fancy
lettering on a white background, 'Baby J.'
   Had this been made for him or was it a coincidence?
   That left the instructions.  Jakob stuffed the items into the bag and
placed the bag in the back of his bathroom cabinet.
   He kept the note with him.  The explanation of the contents was more
frightening and confusing.  It called the balloon a clyster and the steel
object a butt plug.  He was to use the clyster to clean his bowels with
warm water.  With the plug he was to be patient, slow, and gentle.
   The instructions continued, "I know this may be new to you, but you will
improve.  Do this once each day.  I will come check on you.  If I say,
'piglet,' you will follow me to a hidden spot and show me your plug.  Wear
it during the day and make sure you are clean before you put it in."
   Jakob read the note several times in stunned silence.  He could not
believe what this man asked of him.  He could understand why he'd want to
walk around with something up his butt all day.  It made no sense, and no
where in his detailed instructions was there a mention of why or for what
purpose.
   Hours later, he prepared to use the clyster.  Warm water filled his
drinking cup.  He tested it in his mouth, warm, but not too warm.  He set
the deflated clyster into it.  It sucked up more water than he expected,
easily emptying the glass.
   Clyster full of water, Jakob set his ear to the door.  Nothing.
   He locked the bedroom door and went back to the bathroom.  He touched
the thin tube into his anus and squeezed the ball.  The water whooshed into
his belly, which cramped well before he was halfway through.  The small
abdominal cramps ebbed and flowed until the clyster emptied.
   Jakob grunted, used the counter to stay upright.  He was supposed to
hold it for five minutes.  The second he pulled out the nozzle, he sat on
the toilet and squirted it back out.
   The instructions said to use it twice, so when he was done squirting out
his rear, he went through the process again.  Weird, but handy.  Once he
got 'backed up' and his mother gave him two nasty chocolates that made him
have to go to the bathroom all day.
   When he was done with his second round, he cleaned the clyster and set
it aside.  The plug didn't seem that bad, like the outline of a sapling
tree.  He pressed the tip to his anus, but after the first little bit it
wouldn't go.
   Jakob tried every angle he could conceive: bending over, kneeling down,
one leg to his chest.  He couldn't manage it.  He'd get a little further
and his butt would burn.
   Slow.  Patient.
   His mother's car idled into the garage.
   Jakob set everything aside, dressed, and rushed out to meet her.
   ***
   Jakob lay awake.  Crickets.  Barking dog, rattle of a leash.
   He should try the plug again, but he needed something that would make it
easier.
   He went to the kitchen, cracked the crisco can, and gathered a bit on
his fingers.  He made his way back to his room, all the lights in the house
were out, even the space below Mina's door was dark.
   He shut the door behind him and got in bed, spread the oil on the plug,
then placed it to his rear.  Twisting, pushing, waiting, pressing.  Several
minutes later, the triumphant moment when his butt came to rest around the
narrow waist of the plug.
   Jakob sighed and grinned.  He'd done it!  He did a fist pump in the
dark, what if he could tell someone?  Who?  No one.  Still, Jakob smiled.
There was someone.  He would see Desmond again.
   Well, he didn't exactly want to see him again too soon.  The man had
been honest, kind, but scary.  When he spoke, his voice sounded deep and
loud at the same time, soft and powerful.
   It was hard not to listen whenever he spoke.  Jakob only new Desmond by
his voice, and it stuck in his memory, voiced the written instructions.
   Once he got out of bed, Jakob discovered that he could never forget that
he had a plug up his bottom.  Shifting, walking, sitting, little motions
made him feel like he had to pee, yet when he tried, he couldn't.  In the
bathroom, penis in hand, Jakob touched himself, pulled and caressed.
   He let go and put his clothing back on.  As the day went on, the
pressure in his ass became a whisper, inviting him to find out what it
would feel like to get the intense feeling at the same time.
   ***
   The stone chair was on a creek bed at the edge of the neighborhood. 
After that was the thicket, where he'd been playing since he was a baby. 
No one played there anymore, and roads had gone up through most of it.
   The stone chair was situated within the creek bed, beside a large tree.
   Jakob cleared the stone, took off his shirt and set it on the slab.  He
straightened and turned around, fingers working into the waistband of his
shorts.
   A man approached.  Broad shoulders, muscles, massive chest, thick
thighs. He had rich dark skin and a handsome, friendly expression on his
face.  He looked like a boxer or construction worker.
   Jakob tried to play it cool.  It was hot, an easy excuse to have his
shirt off.  Was he standing weird?  He felt as if he were.  He shifted his
legs and squared his shoulders.  Soon the man would climb the other side of
the bed and pass by.  "Hi."
   "Good morning," the man said.
   He knew that voice.  It sounded so familiar, but this couldn't be the
same guy.  No way.
   "What are you up to, piglet?" He leaned on the tree, creating another
wall.
   Jakob nearly fainted on the spot.
   "This is a secluded spot.  Big tree like this?  Good vantage?"
   It did seem like a nice secluded spot once.  His body was numb and his
mind in a fog.  What did the man want?
   He turned and pulled his shorts down.
   "Good boy, Jakob.  Bend forward a little."
   Jakob rested his palms on his shirt.  Now he was bent over up with his
stuffed rear to world.  He could have run, screamed.  He wasn't far from
home, but Jakob was more interested in what might happen if he stayed.
   The man's hand was warm, so warm that Jakob flinched.  He hadn't
realized he'd been touching him a while.
   Desmond hooked his arm around Jakob's waist.  "Did you hurt yourself
while putting it in?"
   Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.  It wasn't a particularly warm
day, but his nerves had him dripping.  "It burned a little like, like the
note said, but I went slow.  It took me a really long time."
   "Bend over a little more."
   He bent forward and his erection hit the side of Desmond's arm.  Could
the man feel it?  He wished he could move or adjust himself.
   "You did wonderful, piglet.  I'm proud of you." Desmond tugged on the
plug.
   It brushed something inside him.  Jakob gasped, sucked on his lip and
bit down.
   Desmond made no remark whether he was silent or not.  The large man
tugged and twisted on the base until the plug popped out.  Soothing
emptiness, then a return of stretching and discomfort.
   Jakob whimpered as the plug settled back inside.
   "What did you use to lube it up?"
   "Crisco."
   "Good thinking.  Remember, you always have your spit.  You can suck and
lick on your plug to get it wet.  You won't like the taste of your ass if
you pollute it with turned oil." The plug popped back out.
   Jakob could not imagine any scenario in the entire world where he would
taste his own butt.  "Ow!  Ouch, ouch, ouch." It burned, wasn't quite
hurting.  He managed to keep his outburst to a whisper.  "Ah!" His ass shut
around narrow base once more.
   Desmond reversed directions.  Jakob twisted and tried to get away from
him.  He'd already checked.  Why was he doing this?
   The man's firm grip held him in place.  He pushed the plug back in and
let go.  Jakob sighed in relief, but it was short lived.
   Whack!  Pain rushed through his body, centered on a flare on his right
butt cheek.  Just as quick, Desmond clamped Jakob's throat.
   "It is okay to squeal, piglet, but don't you ever run." His voice was
kind and patient as usual.  Desmond's warm, broad palm rubbed Jakob's
stinging flesh, soothing the burn.
   The sedate tone of his voice caused Jakob to shiver.
   "Try to get away from me again, and there will be more of the same. 
Understood?"
   Jakob nodded and grunted his assent.
   Desmond let go of his throat.  He took lungfuls of fresh air, whimpered,
coughed.  The hand that had held his throat caressed his arm, his hip, took
hold of the plug.
   "You said it took you a long time to get it in.  You had to use a
foreign substance for such a tiny, baby plug." He slid the plug out, then
popped it back in.  "Doing this will help your muscles learn to relax. 
Take long, deep breaths Jakob.  Relax.  I'm doing this so that it will be
easier next time."
   Helping him.  He moved the plug very slow at first, but gradually it
increased in tempo.  He never went fast, it was still gentle, but steady.
He'd stretch and open and the only pain he felt was on the burning of his
ass where he'd been smacked.
   Desmond cupped Jakob's groin.  He thought he was adjusting his grip, but
that idea went out the door as Desmond played with him.  The weird
sensation in his butt, the sting on his ass, this stranger, outdoors ... 
embarrassment, arousal, and confusion tangled in his gut.  Arousal overtook
all other emotions as Desmond stroked him.
   It was strange how sharp the sensation was.  Being trapped, pleased,
hurt, and terrified.  Jakob whimpered and trembled.  "It's going to happen
too fast."
   Desmond whispered, "What you are experiencing is lust.  Let it expand
and fill your soul.  Embrace it."
   Jakob frowned and tried to disguise his moan of pleasure as one of pain.
   "You've got a nice sized cock, Jakob.  I'm impressed with how you handle
it.  Who did you fuck in your mind?  Don't worry about me, what I'm doing.
Think of those pictures, those people.  Fuck them now, let those thoughts
fuck you back.  Let your mind go there."
   Finally, something they could agree on.  Jakob flipped through his
memory for his favorites as he usually did in bed.
   He recalled the time he saw a man's cock inside a woman's rear.  He'd
been so shocked at the time.  Was this how it felt?  Trembling, needy,
cautious, wondering if it will get better or worse.
   Jakob tensed, the intense feeling shot from the base of his groin and
exploded out through the tip of his penis.  White liquid splattered on the
ground.  Desmond pushed the plug up his ass one last time and took a step
back.
   "See?  That wasn't nothing to panic about, was it?"
   Jakob had not moved from his bowed position against the stone.  He
stared at the globs of white, sliding down the side of the rock, weighing
down a tiny leaf.
   Nothing to panic about, maybe, but it had been so amazing, scary, and a
little painful.  The sting on his butt was the worse of it, pulsing,
sensitive under the sun's glare.
   "You gave me what I wanted, Jakob.  You did a good job with your
cleansing too.  I'm going to give you a gift.  It will help you with the
plug, and you can use it whenever you want.  How does that sound?"
   Jakob could not come up with any idea of what he was talking about. 
Help him how?  Was it help he wanted?
   "I am waiting for your answer, Jakob."
   "I think," Jakob cleared his throat.  "It sounds okay."
   "Good boy.  I have an assignment for you.  I want you to meet me at the
couch regularly.  Decide what days and times you will be able to do this
for the next three months.  Make sure you have at least two hours, not
including travel, never less.  Put a lot of thought into it.  Think about
school.  You start back soon, yes?"
   "Yes, sir."
   "Make sure you have excuses in case anyone asks questions.  I don't want
you getting caught, Jakob.  You shouldn't be punished.  Right?"
   Jakob reached down to his ankles and grabbed his shorts, pulled them up.
His underwear stung the whelps on his butt.  Punishment.
   "Right," he cleared his throat.
   "Make the schedule and leave it inside the book.  You have until
Monday."
   "How..." Jakob leaned on the tree, careful not to step in his mess.  Did
that really come out of him?  "How often is regular?"
   "You will tell me, Jakob.  I know you understand what regular means. 
You are a very brilliant boy." Desmond reached into his pocket and pulled
out a thin wand.  It had a broad base like the plug, but was much longer.
"Use your saliva to wet it, be sure to clean it properly after each use,
just like the clyster."
   That gave Jakob all the idea he needed about where it was meant to go.
   -_ Bite _-
   Two hours every Tuesday and Thursday.  Ten hours total Saturday and
Sunday.  Though Jakob gave it a lot of thought, he didn't need to create
any excuses.  Jakob loved the outdoors.  He came home to sleep, eat, and
change.
   Tuesday morning, Jakob was too nervous to ride his bike.  What would the
man ask him about?  Would he touch him again?  Jakob thought for a long
time, but couldn't think of other possibilities.
   A single photo on the table.  The closet door was open, dark within.
   "Are you there?"
   "I am, Jakob.  Undress."
   He looked at the photo, a new one, intriguing.  It seemed to capture
everything he loved, the woman's expression, the shape of her body, the way
she held onto the man.  That's the way he wanted a woman to hold him.
   Desmond stepped out from the shadows and sat beside him on the couch. 
"Keep your eyes on the photo." The man's large hand wrapped around the
shaft of his cock.  "What are you thinking about?"
   "I like the way she's touching him." Jakob whispered.
   "She needs him inside her."
   "Yeah," Jakob swallowed thickly.  Desmond's hand whispered over his
shaft, the finger pressed and rubbed.  As if melted, Jakob reclined further
into the couch.  This wasn't so scary.
   Desmond turned out to be a pretty good friend.  It was nice to lie back
and let someone touch him.  That he was older didn't matter.  They mostly
talked about the stuff in the pictures, names for stuff, positions, types
of people.
   Desmond must have been watching him for a while, he kept him stiff and
throbbing.
   Overcome by sexual excitement and delirium, Jakob spurted into Desmond's
palm.  Desmond took his cream-covered hand and tucked it inside his pants.
Desmond stared at him, his face placid as his hand shifted around his
penis.
   "Why did you do that?"
   "Your ejaculation is fuel, lust is power."
   Jakob screwed his face into a confused frown.
   "Your orgasm places you in contact with your primal lust.  When you
cause another to feel this, they offer fuel for your power."
   "What ...  power?"
   "That's what I will teach you."
   Jakob nodded as though Desmond's explanation made any sense.
   ***
   By mid-August, Jakob's anxieties and concerns about Desmond faded.  They
had been seeing each other regularly for a month.  Jakob didn't mind being
touched by him, talking to him.
   Desmond was a dirty old man, but he kept his promise.  He never shared
the pictures.  Desmond never told his parents.  He never hurt him.
   Jakob woke with a grimace and pulled his window shut.  Half the bed was
damp from the light mist of rain that had blown in.  Minutes after closing
the window, the sky dumped buckets.  He pulled on a pair of quick-drying
drawstring shorts.  Desmond gave him this one and two others like it as a
gift.  They were soft on his skin, easy to take off, and best, he wouldn't
have to worry about ruining his school clothing.
   He went to garage and grabbed the umbrella.  Jakob had never been late
for his appointment and he wasn't about to let a downpour stop him.
   Three blocks into his brisk walk, a blue van pulled up beside him.  The
window rolled down.
   He knew this van!  It was always parked up the street.
   "Some weather, piglet."
   Jakob collapsed the umbrella and hopped into the passenger seat of the
van.  He leaned on his side of the seat, facing the passenger door and
pulled his shorts down.
   "You've got a pretty ass Jakob.  Thank you for showing it to me.  Pull
your pants up and put your seatbelt on.  We'll get started soon enough.  "
   Jakob blushed.  He wasn't trying to show off, but Desmond's compliments
never failed to put a smile on his face.  He pulled the shorts up and sat
upright.
   Their bad weather days were almost better.  Jakob didn't have to worry
about running or biking out to the building.  That blanket and couch had
seen a lot of use and had begun to smell like them.
   Desmond drove him to a secluded spot by the side of the highway.  A
short drive on a dirt road and they were shrouded by trees, but close
enough to hear the traffic whoosh by.  They crawled into the back of the
van, and Desmond propped the doors open.  It had a mattress, much cleaner
than the couch, covered with both a blanket and something plastic
underneath.
   Jakob got naked as usual, and as usual, Desmond remained clothed.  They
sat on the mattress, their heads resting on the padded bench.
   "How's school?"
   "Easy so far, but distracting.  I don't see people the same way anymore.
I wonder what they look like naked."
   "You're wondering about the people around you, curious about them the
same way you were curious about yourself.  Is there anyone in particular?"
   "Rebecca.  She's in my home room.  She was grinning at me and smiling
while we were doing attendance.  She smells nice."
   Desmond took hold of his penis.  "What does she look like naked?"
   Jakob grinned.  "Soft." His eyes drifted shut.  "Her breasts poke
straight out, the size of plums."
   The tip of Desmond's finger grazed Jakob's lips.
   ***
   On Thursday, Jakob brought a music CD with him.  Desmond put it on in
the van and they listened to it while driving around.  On Saturday, Desmond
tugged on his butt plug to the beat.
   Jakob got hard every time the song came on the radio.
   What they did when Desmond parked was a lot different than what they did
on the couch.  He could understand that, with the back of his van being
cleaner and more private.
   Desmond sat on the mattress, but stopped him from sitting beside him. 
"Sit on my lap."
   Jakob did.  Desmond's pectorals were firm on his back, as were his
thighs.  They didn't have pictures in the van, but Jakob hoped they would
soon.
   Desmond took hold of his cock.  "You have the potential for greater
power.  Your body is a portal to your soul.  Say it."
   "My body is a portal to my soul." For orgasm.  Jakob grinned.
   ***
   Bad weather days were no longer an excuse to use the van.
   Desmond picked him up from the building and drove to their spot off the
highway.
   Desmond took off his shirt.
   Jakob had never seen Desmond naked, not even in the stifling heat at the
peak of summer.  They were in such close quarters that without turning his
back, he could not help but see the man's body as he peeled out of his
pants.  Large legs, torso, round pectorals.  Dark hairs all over his body,
thickest under his arms.
   Probably his crotch too, but Jakob preferred to look anywhere but there.
He stared at his toes.  Jakob was already naked.
   Desmond sat on the bench next to him.  It was too small to call it a
couch, but it easily fit them both.  It was either here or the mattress on
the floor.
   His hand went around Jakob's shoulders in a side hug.  Jakob moved into
Desmond's lap.  He could feel Desmond's cock touching him on the back of
his thigh, then his ass.  It felt soft now, but Desmond usually got aroused
while touching him.  That was going to be a lot different with the both of
them being naked.  Desmond's chest was firm, warm, and hairy against his
back.
   Once in position, Jakob brought his knees up, placing his feet on the
edge of the bench, on either side of Desmond's legs.  This position gave
Desmond access to both the plug and his cock.
   The position was already weird, but with both of them naked the comfort
and calm that Jakob usually experienced was gone.  What else was going to
be different about today?  He shivered.
   Desmond's dark hands stroked and caressed his inner thighs.  "Nervous
piglet?"
   "Yes."
   "Deep breath.  Embrace this moment.  You already know what's going to
happen."
   "I do?"
   "I'm going to make you cum, Jakob.  What do you say to that?"
   Ha!  Jakob had walked right into that one.  That Desmond was in his
usual mood served to ease his worries.  "I want you to help me cum,
Desmond."
   "Of course I will, Jakob.  Of course."
   Jakob's 'friendship' with Desmond was weird and scary, but also fun and
playful.  Not to mention he came so much harder this way.  Orgasms with
Desmond were far stronger than the ones he had alone.
   Jakob's hard penis bobbed in the air.  Desmond had complimented his
length, shown him plenty of another naked men: hard and soft.  Nothing
prepared him for the shock of seeing Desmond.  Jakob gasped as it bobbed
between their legs.  That was a monster.
   Jakob's erection seemed like a tiny white snake floating on a felled
oak. An extreme exaggeration for an extreme difference.
   If someone had shown Jakob a picture of Desmond's cock, he would have
said it was faked.  It was that huge!  Even the men in those pictures
didn't have a cock this big.
   "Do you see your master?" Desmond whispered in his ear.  "It has risen
from the depths of hell to answer your call.  Encourage your lustful
thoughts, Jakob.  Allow the demons entry." Desmond took Jakob's cock and
stroked it.  "You enjoy my hand on your cock."
   Jakob said, "I don't want to encourage anything to do with demons."
   Desmond twisted Jakob's nipple until he cried out.  "Every weekend you
spend with me, twice during the week.  You come to me with your swollen
cock, looking for answers.  I am trying to educate you, help you.  You are
my friend.  Why would I lie to you?"
   The pain in his nipple went on, Desmond's grip tight and unyielding. 
The pain arced through his body.
   "My soul is filled with demons of lust.  Stay home if you don't want to
be here.  Stay away from me if you reject my friendship."
   Jakob's nipple was going to tear off if this carried on.  "I will accept
the demons!  I love your hand on my cock!  You are my friend, Desmond."
   He let go.  "Fuck, Jakob.  I know." Desmond attacked his cock, and even
that was its own joy.
   Jakob grunted and squealed, his knees fell far apart, moaning and
whining.  His nipple burned and pulsed, but not in a painful way.
   "That's it, relax.  Succumb to the overwhelming glory of your desire. 
See how good it feels?  That's it, piglet.  Squeal baby." Desmond chuckled.
   Jakob ejaculated hard and sudden.  He shot all the way to his neck.
   Desmond rubbed the ejaculate into his skin.  He sounded happy as the
madness continued to pour from his lips.  "Always submit to your lust. 
Your body is a portal through which powers flows.  Give pleasure to others.
Take power for yourself.  Perversion is sacred."
   On that day, Jakob learned an important lesson about Desmond's sermons.
The man was open for debate if Jakob wanted to pay for it with pain.
   Listening was easy.  No questions.  No comment.  Answering however, was
tricky.  He'd have to be more careful about that.
   Jakob brushed his palm over his sore nipple.
   Desmond wet the tip of his finger and took Jakob's place.  The soothing
sensation was almost better for being sore.  As Jakob calmed, he stared at
his friend's erection.  It was still waving around, bobbing.  What would
that thing look like when it shot off?  Probably like some kind of geyser.
A fire hose.
   Desmond reached down with his right hand, grabbed his wrist-thick cock
and squeezed.  Over and over he'd bring his fist up, gathered the foreskin
in a wrinkled bunch.  A clear liquid bead formed at the tip.
   The next time he brought his fist up he angled his cock so that it lay
over Jakob's.  It warmed his scrotum and dripped onto his stomach.  Desmond
reached down and held their cocks together.
   Jakob hadn't realized he was hard again.  Both of them, together. 
Desmond's cock was very firm, much warmer than his hand.  It was a
fascinating sensation, but it was coming from a monster cock.
   More of the clear liquid dripped out of the top of Desmond's penis.  It
gathered in his foreskin then spilled down.
   "Does it always do that?" Jakob posed the question before he could think
better of it.  What would he have to say this time?
   "When I am very excited it drips like a fountain.  My demons want more
of you Jakob.  Anoint my cock with your essence."
   Jakob almost preferred the punishment.  Hopefully Desmond didn't expect
him to say anything about that.  That the man was in a good mood and he
wanted to keep it that way.
   "Jakob, lift your butt off my stomach."
   Jakob arched his waist.
   Desmond tapped his butt, then placed placed a pillow near his thigh. 
"Down.  Good.  That's how much you need to go up.  Do that until I tell you
to stop." Desmond brought his other hand around and formed a vacuum.
   When Jakob brought his ass up and down, it caused his penis to slide
inside that tunnel formed by Desmond's cock and his hands.  After a few
rounds, Jakob head rolled back onto Desmond's shoulder.  He let out small
groans of pleasure.  He was basically fucking Desmond.
   Jakob whimpered, half mortification, half pleasure.  He didn't want to
fuck him!
   "Surrender, Jakob.  You want to fuck.  You want to cum.  Succumb to your
primal desire.  Lust burns away all doubt, all fear.  Let it burn, purify
you.  Set a rhythm, Jakob.  That slipperiness is my fuck juice, my viscous.
Good.  Be transformed through your orgasm."
   Jakob couldn't tune him out, never could.  Desmond's voice was majestic,
booming, soothing.
   What if he indulged in his craziness?  Usually that meant the pain would
stop, but what if there wasn't any pain?
   Perhaps this was a good time to test that theory.
   "Imagine how deep my cock would go if it went inside your ass."
   Jakob's leg slipped and he lost his balance.  That must have been a
joke. That thing would kill him if it went up his butt!  He'd explode!
   As much as Desmond pinched or spanked him when he was being irrational,
he'd never caused him any major injury.  They were good friends.  Desmond
wouldn't do that.
   Friends would not do that to each other.  Jakob got his foot back in
place while shaking his head.  He got back to pumping, but rolled his head.
   Desmond chuckled.  "Think about it, that's all.  Imagine it.  All
believers accept their place at the beast's cock, find annointment on their
knees.  You will too.  One day I'll have you in this position, pumping my
cock into your ass."
   Jakob swallowed his sob.  Worse that he had to listen to this while
fucking Desmond's hand.  He was getting so close and all he could think
about was his body being ripped apart and bleeding.
   "It won't hurt Jakob," Desmond moaned.  "It will fill you with more
pleasure than your virgin ass can imagine.  You body can be transformed."
   Desmond removed one of his hands and took hold of the anal plug from
below.  Jakob froze when he met the sudden resistance.
   Damn it.  He'd been so close.
   "Didn't tell you to stop!" Desmond snapped.
   Jakob grunted as he raised his ass off Desmond's stomach.  He didn't say
anything about pace, so he went slow.  That lasted three strokes before his
muscled ached.  Pulling off the thick end of the plug was always the
hardest.  He wiped the sweat from his brow and placed his hands on
Desmond's hips.
   The plug mostly lifted out his ass before Jakob reached the height
required.  He brought his ass back down, a little faster, just so that he
could rest.
   He sighed and lifted off again.  If he kept at it the pain would fade
away.  After having it pulled in and out of his ass so much, it rarely
hurt. He remembered the first time, when he spent half an hour trying to
squeeze it inside.  He didn't think it would fit.
   He quickened his pace.  He never imagined that could feel good.  When he
came down at a slightly different angle it hit something behind his cock.
He grunted.
   "Yes.  Submit lust.  Succumb to your primal desires.  Surrender to your
demons.  Ride my cock, Jakob.  Awake the beast, let it embrace you."
   It wasn't just the plug going in and out of his ass.  It was the fat,
warm monster rubbing the underside of his cock, it was Desmond's slippery
slick viscous that made it so good.
   He knew these things, and yet in his imagination, Desmond was behind
him, fucking him with that gigantic cock.  Jakob was buried in a tight,
warm pussy.  She was soaking wet, fingers dug into his shoulders.  He
fucked her and rocked back on Desmond's cock.  Desmond was so proud of him.
   Jakob did not want his imagination to be in this place, but it was there
and he couldn't see his way out.  It didn't help with Desmond constantly
speaking into his ear.
   "You want to serve my cock with your ass.  You want my semen inside you.
Through surrender, you will find power."
   Now was a great time to try that idea.  "I surrender."
   "To what do you surrender, Jakob?"
   "My ...  I surrender to my lust." Jakob rolled his hips and trembled at
the rush of pleasure.  Where had that come from?  His hips bobbed a little
faster.
   Well, the correct answer had something to do with demons, but Jakob
didn't want that, not even to pretend something like that.  Those were
terrible, scary, and evil.  No way.
   The answer stared at him from around his cock, cradling his pale, thin
body.
   He whispered, "I surrender my lust to you."
   "Again.  Louder Jakob."
   "I surrender my lust to you," it was barely louder than a conversational
tone, but in the small van, Jakob felt as if he'd screamed.
   "I knew you would answer the call, Jakob.  I will show you the way to
joy and satisfaction.  When we surrender our ass and our cock, ours power
grows.  Keep saying it Jakob.  Each time you come down, 'I surrender my
lusts to you.' Each time you go up, say whatever you want.  Now you will
give praise."
   Tears ran down the side of his cheeks, mixing with the sweat.  The van
smelled of their sweat and their crotch, the dried ejaculate that Desmond
had rubbed into his neck.
   "I surrender my lusts to you." He wasn't crying because he didn't want
to talk, but because of how good it felt when he did.  He felt tingly and
euphoric when it should have felt weird.
   Jakob pulled up.  "You'd split me in half.  I surrender my lusts to
you." Between his sobs and confusion, Jakob did as he was instructed.  "My
body is a portal.  I," he grunted at he found the spot again, "surrender my
lusts to you.  Just want to fucking cum, I surrender my lusts to you."
Jakob words turned frenzied and perverse as he humped his ass up and down
as he fucked Desmond in reality and was getting fucked by him in his
imagination.
   In a final thrust he let out a groan and came all over his chest and
stomach.  He settled back on the plug for a final time.  "I surrender," he
whispered, "to you."
   He was dripping sweat, heart racing, head light.  That had been the best
climax of his life, and Desmond had been jerking his cock since midsummer.
   What in the hell happened?  Where had his mind gone?  He came while
thinking about riding Desmond's cock, about being the slut, about needed
him, like the way a woman in one of those pictures would submit.
   Shit.  Not submit.
   His exhausted mind could not think of the word he meant to say.  Submit
worked.  His whole body shuddered.
   Jakob pulled his head up and looked down at himself.  Desmond always
expected him to watch as he rubbed cum on his chest and belly.  Landing on
his neck was the only way to escape that duty.
   Once Jakob came in his own face.  Watching it get rubbed in was
preferable.
   Since Desmond's hands were lying limp on either side of him, Jakob
figured he'd do it himself.
   That was allowed too.
   "Wait, piglet." Desmond shifted to look at him.  He had a warm smile on
his face.
   Jakob smiled back, unsure what that grin was about.
   "You felt it," Desmond whispered and nodded.  "You have proven your
willingness to have faith.  You've earned a reward, but I'm not going to
tell you what it is.  I'm going to say you could earn a bigger one."
   He was listening.
   "Take your spilled semen and anoint my cock.  Rub it all in.  Make it
good, Jakob." Desmond leaned back against the side of the van, pulled
Jakob's tired legs down.  "I'm covered in your sweat." Desmond sighed his
breath rushed alongside Jakob's cheek.  Was Desmond going to kiss him?
   No.  Desmond adjusted his cock and brought it over Jakob's stomach.  It
hung over the top like a swaying tree branch over a lake.  Jakob scraped up
and much of semen as he could.  He spread most of in on the underside. 
When it jumped Jakob did as well.  It seemed like a foreign creature, an
alien and strong.
   Make it good.  Damn it.  He was acting like a scared baby right now.
   Jakob let his fingers wrap around the sides.  One of them touched the
head and his sticky cum mixed with the viscous drooling from the tip.  His
palms and belly was more wet than dry by the time he had it all rubbed in.
   Both his chest and Desmond's cock with gleaming, strands of liquid
dripping down.
   "There is power is another's semen," Jakob whispered.
   "Yeah?" Desmond groaned.
   "To, uh, make another spill his seed is a great honor.  It opens you to
powers."
   "You're doing good, piglet.  You know how to work for your rewards. 
That's it.  Keep going.  Jack my cock, piglet.  That's it.  Keep going. 
Faster.  You deserve it, boy.  Body and blood of man," he groaned.
   "Surrender to your demons," Jakob said, his voice more confident. 
Unfortunately, he had imitated Desmond too fucking closely.  He never
wanted to say that!  His mistake took the wind out of his sails.
   His small hands wrapped around the large cock, fondling him, jacking him
off.  Long gone was the guise of rubbing anything in.  The cock jumped, a
bubble formed in the liquid coming out of his pee hole.  It widened.
   Wait.  No.
   Jakob braced and then it happened.  Desmond erupted onto Jakob.  It was
warm!  He bit down on his bottom lip to keep in his scream of horror.  Like
some kind of puking snake, more and more of it gushed out.
   His cock kept bubbling and shooting.  Desmond put his fist around the
base of his cock and kept it flowing.
   "Like this," Desmond moaned and the man's writhing body rocked Jakob's.
"Get it all out.  I praise you, Jakob.  My demons anoint you with their
power."
   It was little more than a trickle now.  Desmond's words has softened to
a whisper, but Jakob hung on every syllable.
   "I praise you." Desmond hummed as if coming awake.  "Don't slack now,
piglet.  Look at all that spunk.  You know what to do."
   Actually, Jakob didn't know.  He moved slowly, slipped his hand in the
slimy, fragrant chemical bath on his stomach.  He used his dry hand to
reach for Desmond's cock.
   "No, this is for you, Jakob.  Absorb your communion."
   Jakob put it on his cock.  Rubbed it into the shaft and head, then
slathered his balls.  There was still more so he spread it onto his thighs,
his arms.  Finally it was enough to rub into his chest and stomach.
   "You have made the show of faith, taken your first communion.  Fuck,
you've really got a taste for this.  That power felt good, didn't it?"
   Jakob nodded.  It was a question, and Desmond always expected answers to
his questions.
   "I honor your commitment.  My demons answered your call, Jakob.  Rub it
everywhere, piglet.  Yeah, that's it.  Bathe and be cleansed of your
shackles.  Drowned you in my fucking spunk."
   Jakob's torso and thighs were covered in dry flakes.
   He brought his leg around to sit across Desmond's lap, lay on his chest.
Desmond was still damp, covered in their sweat, a little of his own semen.
Jakob wasn't to get up until Desmond told him too.  Panting, exhausted,
they rested in silence.
   Jakob didn't know how their friendship could get any weirder.  No one
had to tell him not to talk about it with his parents.  A grown man and a
young boy weren't supposed to be friends, probably because of stuff like
this.  The smell of them together, Desmond's heat and musk brought comfort
and familiarity.  The insane urge to lick Desmond's black nipple went with
him down to sleep.
   Jakob woke on his back, naked on the mattress.  Desmond wiped him down
with a damp hand towel, muttering weird stuff in a language Jakob didn't
know.
   "What are you saying?" He rubbed his eyes.
   Desmond wiped his neck down.  "I was remarking on your beauty."
   Jakob sorely wanted to point out that he was super weird for talking to
himself, but weird was really too poor a choice of words when it came to
Desmond.
   And when Desmond said he wanted to give him a reward, he always came
through.
   Desmond took him to the fair.  They didn't hang out together or
anything, but Desmond drove him, gave him spending money, and escorted him
around.  He picked all his rides and ate whatever he wanted and got to go
into any of the side shows.
   It was his best time at the fall fair in all of his memory.
   ***
   Jakob and Desmond made frequent use of the van.  It seemed outfitted for
the purpose of sexual games.  Both of them getting naked became part of the
new normal, including the ritual of rubbing Desmond's ejaculate into his
skin.  When Desmond poured his ejaculate, Jakob whispered with him. 
Sometimes Desmond said a phrase and Jakob finished it.
   Harmless games.
   They didn't use pictures anymore, but took turns making up their own. 
Jakob or Desmond would start with an idea and build from it.
   As fall turned to winter, they spent less time in the van and more time
inside buildings, but not the abandoned one.  Desmond once brought him into
an office building on the weekend.
   Today, Desmond pulled up to a theater.
   Jakob's face lit up once he noticed the sign out the window.  "Are we
going in?"
   "We are."
   The unexpected outing had Jakob doing a little dance in he seat.  What
reward did he earn?  He rushed to pull his clothes on.
   "Take your plug out."
   He took it out and found the sterilizing solution in the cooler.  He set
his plug inside.  The empty, bereft sensation was typically one that
accompanied him to bed.
   Once they were out the van, the chill of the night air bit through his
clothing.
   "Where is your jacket?"
   "Doesn't fit anymore.  Everyone went shopping last week, but I stayed
home.  We had a meeting."
   "Where you got the clothes you wearing now?  They're swallowing you up."
   "I found them in my brother's old stuff.  His name is Piet.  He moved
out a few years ago.  That box didn't have any jackets."
   Desmond let him pick the seats.  He chose the ones up high on the side.
   Soon as the movie began, Desmond placed his hand on the small of his
back, wriggled its way into the back of his pants.  "Move up."
   Jakob edged forward, eased up, spread his legs, all the things Desmond
commanded until he was sitting on his hand.
   The theater was not packed.  The nearest people were two rows in front
of them.  Jakob looked to each person, checking whether they could see what
was happening.  No one looked.  No one noticed.
   Desmond played with his balls, but Jakob hoped that he would move to his
cock.  It had been hard from the moment Desmond slipped his hand down the
back of his pants.  He wanted to orgasm, but didn't want the wet spot in
the front of the jogging pants.
   Desmond's plan had nothing to do with his cock.  He shifted his hand
back, and Jakob rose on the seat to help.  Desmond moved his hand, but not
far.  His middle finger rubbed Jakob's asshole.
   Jakob exhaled with a slow and shaky sigh to avoid moaning.  He wished he
was wearing his plug right now.  His ass wouldn't feel so sensitive and
needy if it were there.  Desmond popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth,
his focus on the screen in front of him.
   Desmond curled his finger upward and Jakob lifted higher above the
chair. He hovered a few inches over the seat.  Jakob knew what Desmond
wanted.  It didn't have to be said; he didn't have to ask.  Getting around
to giving it to him was only a matter of time.
   It was just a finger.  No big deal.  Jakob's arms and shoulders grew
tired of holding his body.  The sooner he sat down, the sooner Desmond
would get uncomfortable and remove it.  He held his breath and settled,
allowing the man's finger to breach his ass.
   His held breath turned into a small sound of unexpected pleasure the
large finger entered him.
   'No.' The word rested on his tongue, but there would be no fire in it.
Desmond's finger was smaller than his plug, as thick around as his toy at
home.  No pain, no discomfort, only the fear of getting caught, the
knowledge that he'd done this to himself, and the rigid pole of his
erection within his pants.
   He had one hand free that could reach it and rub it, but that would
encourage Desmond and the last thing he needed was encouragement.
   Desmond's finger wiggled and Jakob shot back up.  The reaction happened
faster than thought.  Now that he was up again, he'd have to settle back
down.  The master plan of tiring out Desmond would backfire if he couldn't
stay down.
   Jakob sat.  Once he was settled, the finger up his ass came to life.  It
wriggled and bent.  The feeling made his cock harder than ever.  It never
stopped.  Desmond never fatigued.  Jakob's cock throbbed, begged for him to
wrap his fingers around it.
   Instead of touching himself, Jakob rolled forward over his thighs.  If
anyone looked at his face, there would be no way of hiding the strange
pleasure he felt.  The finger stopped.  Desmond pulled out.
   Desmond got up and headed down the stairs.  Jakob frantically checked to
his left and right.  Would anyone see him?  Remaining seated was not an
option.  Desmond made it clear that when he was with him they were never to
get more than a few feet apart.
   He popped up, jacket in his lap, tugging on the waist band of his pants.
He caught up to Desmond and followed him into the bathroom.
   The theater was pretty dead.  No one in the hallways, no one in the
bathroom.
   Desmond grabbed his hand and led him to the back stall.  Why were they
going in there together?!  He didn't want to listen to him take a crap
today.
   "Knees on the seat so that no one sees you."
   Jakob was more than happy to comply.  He leaned forward and balanced
himself with his hands on the wall.  Desmond pulled his pants down to his
knees.  Eyes closed, he waited.  Was he going to put his fingers back in?
He wouldn't mind as long as no one heard them.
   Desmond's zipper went down.
   Jakob held his breath and listened, looked down to his pants.  No way
for Desmond to use the bathroom with Jakob's pants in the way.  Desmond's
cock tapped on his ass and Jakob's body went taunt with fear.
   Desmond chuckled and leaned forward, his cock sandwiched between his ass
cheeks.  "Hush now, piglet.  I know you want my cock, but you aren't ready
for it yet.  I know you will earn the right one day."
   He wasn't going to be split open tonight.  That was a relief.
   "Bend over more.  Don't worry.  I'll help you keep balance."
   As Jakob leaned forward, Desmond placed his hands on Jakob's hips.  He
inserted his finger and pulled it out.  This was a better angle in the
theater, and that meant Jakob had a harder time controlling his responses.
The hypnotic motion soon had him in the lull.  His ass opened, waiting for
the soft touch.
   Warm breath on the sensitive ring of flesh.
   The bathroom door hinges creaked.  Hard bottomed shoes on the tile. 
Jakob tensed and tightened.  Desmond pinched his ass.  Jakob settled and
returned to his position.
   Liquid streamed into a urinal.
   Desmond put two fingers up his ass, helping him balance, the other went
around his cock.
   It seemed like an eternity, but water finally ran in the sink.  The air
blower turned on.  Door hinges creaked.  The heavy door settled into the
frame.
   Desmond twisted and churned his fingers.  It wasn't a smooth, whispering
rasp now, but a lubricated slide.  Jakob doubted it was saliva that
lubricated his ass.  A wet sound came from Desmond's cock.
   "The sacrament of lust cements the powers binding us for life." Desmond
pulled his fingers out and used the hand to steady him.  He reached under
and took hold of Jakob's belly.  He shuffled forward and set the end of his
cock against Jakob's wet hole.
   Jakob nearly panicked again, but managed to keep his reactions under
control.  Desmond only rubbed up and down his asshole.  The little nudges
of pressure came from Desmond jacking off.
   Desmond's low moans sounded like a groaning building.  His cock was
probably blowing little bubbles up his ass.  If Desmond decided to
ejaculate on his back, he hoped it wouldn't drip onto his clothes.  Other
scenarios went through his mind, all avoiding the true conclusion.
   "Take your communion from the scepter of lust."
   Jakob closed his eyes and waited.  Would there really be a power?  Would
he feel it?
   "Hold it open." Desmond demanded under his breath.  "Keep it open.  Take
it." His breath cut short.  "Don't want to punish you."
   And Jakob did want want to be punished.  He concentrated his whole mind
on keeping his ass relaxed.  It would be warm, thick.  All other sounds and
thoughts faded into nothing.
   Desmond's cock pushed, widening his anal ring.  It brushed with an edge
of discomfort then the first hot spurt went up his asshole.  It reminded
him of the clyster.  Jakob both trembled and relaxed.
   "Close up now, Jakob." Desmond said.  "Don't you lose a single drop or
I'm going to make you eat it."
   No problem.  Jakob could hold water up his rectum for over five minutes.
   "Good boy," he sighed.  "Shit, I don't want you messing your pants.  My
fuck juice is going to keep you lubed up.  You may not make it to the van
before you're soaking your shoes in my cum."
   He could probably make it.  Everything was feeling okay right now.
   "Where's your plug?"
   Jakob looked at Desmond over his shoulder.  He told him to take it out.
   Desmond checked his jacket pockets.  "Ah.  Right here.  You're thinking
about the one in the van?  That's for beginners.  We will always remember
it as your first." He pulled the object out of his pocket.  He kissed the
tip and whispered over it, then rubbed it over his balls.
   "This is only half an inch wider, but we'll see how you adjust.  You
have earned this."
   At first there seemed to be little difference.  When Jakob expected the
flare of stretching to end, a little more piled on.  He shuddered as
Desmond slid it back, then pushed a little more.
   They went on like that until Jakob rocked back on the plug.  He made
more noise than he wanted, but everything felt so good, as if his body were
floating.  Instead of worrying him, the discomfort centered his thoughts.
His ass was so lubricated that soon the plug popped past his anal ring.
   Jakob put his hand around his own throat and settled his breathing.  One
more second and he was going to orgasm.
   "Proud of you, piglet."
   "Thank you."
   Jakob was stiff from kneeling so long.  Desmond held him until his legs
stopped hurting.  He didn't seem as concerned about someone seeing them.
   Jakob never remembered the movie, no idea what genre.  He couldn't
recall any of the actors or even the theater's location.
   He remembered how well he could feel Desmond's finger.  He remembered
what it felt like when the plug settled into his ass.  He remember his warm
breath seconds before someone interrupted him.  He remembered walking out
the door with his new plug settling.  Jakob felt each bump and caress.  He
clenched his ass tight around it, mindful of Desmond's seed swishing in his
rectum.
   They got back into the van and Jakob lay over the mattress, pulled the
heavy blanket around him.  Desmond turned on the van and heat blasted
through the vents.
   Desmond crawled in the back with him and got under the blanket.  "Naked.
Now."
   Jakob snatched off his clothing and lay on his back.  Had he done
something wrong?  His back shivered on the cold mattress, mostly nerves. 
Desmond settled over him with the blanket.  His heat and smell loomed over
him.
   "Jerk your cock, piglet."
   Jakob licked and spit on his hands and wrapped both of them around his
cock.  Fuck yes, this was what he needed to do.
   "Submit to lust, piglet.  Your body is a vessel of praise.  Your cock is
a scepter of great power.  Absorb the power that has been given to you. 
Feed the demons inside you.  Become as them: powerful, strong, and mighty.
Submit to lust, piglet." Desmond's voice boomed as if he were reciting a
poem.  Over and over, the same words, the same order.
   At first Jakob thought Desmond's craziness was about getting himself
off. Somewhere along the way, the words worked for Jakob too.  This is what
Jakob thought back on when he went to bed at night, ready to give himself
over to Desmond the next day.
   Maybe it was some kind of weird trick, but he was about to have a huge
orgasm.  He felt nothing but euphoria, happiness.
   "Submit to lust," Jakob mouthed in unison with Desmond.  "Vessel of
praise." He imagined his cock as a huge staff of gold.  "Scepter of great
power." The demons weren't so scary.  They had wriggling, longue tongues
and round breasts.  "Powerful, strong, mighty," Jakob whimpered as he came
on his belly.
   "Rest, piglet.  I'll get you home."
   Jakob cried as he rubbed the ejaculate onto his skin.  His ass was still
spasming around the new butt plug.  It squished Desmond's semen inside him.
When he'd said those final words he hadn't been thinking of himself.  He
was thinking about Desmond's cock spreading him open: powerful, strong,
mighty.
   He rolled onto his side and hugged himself.
   -_ Reel _-
   When Jakob got home that night, he was eager to get the plug out.  He
wanted to get a better look at it, see if it had his name on the bottom.
   It had clear glass again, but said, 'Fuck Slut,' in block letters.
   Jakob stood under the shower spray staring at the inscription.  Well, it
was hardly an inscription, it wasn't even nice.
   "Whatever," Jakob washed it off and set it on the sponge on the top
shower shelf.  He'd leave it there until morning.
   He wasn't a fuck slut.  He wasn't exactly sure what the phrase meant,
but he knew what a slut was, and he wasn't that.
   What if the plug had belonged to someone else?  Maybe it was just
sitting in his jacket and he really forgot that Jakob left his in the van.
   Temporary.  That's all it was.
   ***
   When Jakob saw Desmond, he didn't say anything about the plug. 
Dutifully, Jakob got on his hands and knees and pulled his pants down. 
Desmond inspected him, pulled the plug out, and got on his knees behind
Jakob.
   His fingers were slippery and wet as they played inside his rectum. 
Three and four fingers moving in circles, massaging.  Occasionally, he
reached down and tugged on Jakob's balls, then went back to rubbing his
asshole.
   "Ugh!" Jakob moaned.  It felt so much better than just the plug, even
better than in the bathroom stall.  A few of his fingers went inside and
pressed on his spot.
   "Your portal is open to receive," Desmond shifted and the head of his
cock pressed to his ass.
   Jakob took a deep breath and focused on keeping himself open ...  to
receive.
   When Desmond came, he replaced the plug.  "Do not move.  Do not touch
your cock.  Focus on the power inside you." He twisted the plug around. 
"No have greater purpose than to give pleasure to others."
   That sounded like a very good definition for fuck slut to Jakob.
   ***
   Desmond took him shopping for clothes.
   "I can't hide this much," Jakob mumbled as he looked at his haul.  It
was one thing to get a couple gifts, he could claim he bought it. 
Eventually, someone would realize his wardrobe was mostly new.
   "Okay," Desmond said.  "Pull out what you want to take home with you."
   They pulled into a driveway.  A garage door rattled shut.
   Where were they?  He looked around and realized this was a house.  He'd
finally discovered where Desmond lived, and he hadn't paid the streets any
attention.
   "It's getting cold enough to freeze our cocks off.  Come inside."
   "Is this your house?"
   "It is."
   Desmond didn't mind bringing him here?  Jakob experienced a strange
mixture of happiness and concern.  Desmond did not seem to be ashamed to
have a boy for a friend.  Not a boyfriend.  What about his neighbors
though? Would they care?  Did anyone else know how crazy this man was?
   It was a modest house, three bedrooms, a large bathroom.  He carried his
bags on either arm and walked into a guest room.
   Multiple guests, other friends.  Jakob had an entire family that Desmond
had never met.  It was likely that several other people were also in his
life.  They met each other on a schedule.  If it ran late or ended early,
that was always Desmond's decision.
   "Take this drawer." Desmond pointed it out and waited.
   When Jakob was done, they sat in the living and listened to long audio
file Desmond had created.  It was Jakob's voice, his moans, grunts, and
whimpers.  Given the creak in most of the samples, these were taken from
the van.  Behind it all was Desmond's voice.
   "That's my favorite.  The others aren't you, but you might enjoy it." He
got up and switched out the disc.  "Oh, on this one.  I think his orgasm
sounds like yours.  I want you to listen and tell me what you think."
   "I want to go home." Jakob said.
   Desmond frowned and craned his neck to look at the time, then back at
him.  "I have another hour."
   "I don't want it to go over that.  You've been going over a lot lately."
   Desmond turned the stereo off.  "Follow me."
   Jakob had expected more of an argument.  When he didn't get it, dread
turned his skin cold.  Was Desmond going to punish him?
   He got naked and lay on a trash bag on the kitchen floor.
   Desmond kneeled over his belly, his scrotum rested on his cock as he
jerked him off.  Jakob lay with his hands folded behind his head.  He had
to watch.  That was no problem.
   The new normal: get in a position and wait for Desmond to get himself
off.
   It took almost forty minutes before Jakob noticed the first bubbles. 
Desmond hadn't moved, but if he lowered his cock at all it would hit his
chin.  Where was he planning?
   On his face, his neck.  It got in his eyes, his nose, and he tasted it.
Some of it got in his ears.  Jakob screamed behind his shut lips.  He
couldn't breathe and had to open his mouth.  Semen flooded inside.
   "Rub it in, slut." Desmond snatched up his clothes and stalked off.
   Jakob lay fuming on his back, his hard cock bobbing in the cold draft on
the floor.  He rubbed and slathered the smelly spunk into his skin.
   "Ought to call the police on you," Jakob sneered.  When he got to his
feet he learned that Desmond had not left the room.  He was on the other
side of the counter.
   He lifted his eyes to look at Jakob.  "The best discipline is
administered not in anger, but control.  I am in control because I love
you, Jakob.  I am your demon in flesh, guiding you, teaching you, inspiring
you.  I seek your freedom, your education, and your transformation."
Desmond sighed and put his arm around Jakob's waist.  He led him to the
garage and they got in the van, but instead of starting it up, he got into
the back with him.
   What are you doing?  Jakob thought to ask, but this was a cold side to
the man.  His eyes seemed far away, plastic expression.
   Desmond pulled down a flat, rectangular tool box and set it beside him.
He pointed his index fingers up and in either direction.
   Jakob reached up with both arms in the air.  Desmond brought the cuffs
down and wrapped them around his wrists.  His heart pounded, but he didn't
say anything to put himself in more trouble.  He didn't mean it.  He could
say it was a joke, that he knew he was there the whole time.
   "I thought better of you than you think of yourself." Desmond strapped
down his ankles, pants on, and opened the box.
   Long, then strips of metal.
   Desmond grabbed the end of his shirt and Jakob squirmed and tried to
bring his arms down though it was no use.
   One look stilled him.
   Desmond shifted and brought a bright red object with a strap to his
face. The gag slipped between his teeth and strapped behind his head.
   Jakob didn't know what Desmond did or how.  From the first insertion to
the last, Jakob screamed around the gag.  He tried begging.  He couldn't
talk, so he couldn't even support Desmond's insanity.  Desmond was quiet,
focused on pushing those metal torture sticks through his skin.
   The worse was the silence.  Jakob sobbed, whined, drooled, whimpered. 
It was a lonely sound.  He'd been left at the mercy of a man he did not
recognize.
   When Desmond pulled them out it was just as painful, but the sensation
washed through him.  Jakob observed his environment with a distant
awareness.  He wanted it all to stop.  He needed this to stop.
   Desmond pulled the metal skewers out, removed the gag.  Jakob's jaw hurt
and head screamed with a different note of pain.  It joined the throbbing
wail from his chest.
   The van shifted, rocked.  Jakob sat balled in a corner, each hole in his
chest burning and stinging.
   Desmond dropped him off.  No words of lecture.
   "Get out."
   Jakob stumbled out of the van onto concrete.  The van's taillights
turned the corner.  Trees, lawns, houses.  Where was this place?
   Two more blocks and he'd be home.  He wiped his cheeks and face, finger
combed his hair, adjusted his clothes.  A weight banged against his thigh.
Desmond had tied the bag containing his clothing to his belt loop.  When
had that happened?
   The porch light was out.  They'd all gone some place, 'as a family.'
Cutting him out was second nature to his parents.  He barely heard them
mention Piet.  One day, he would disappear as well.  What would Mina
scavenge from his room?
   Jakob climbed into his bedroom window.  The bricks he'd so carefully
constructed had been reclaimed.  He didn't need it.  He was tall enough to
hoist himself over the sill.
   A note on his bed: "I don't have felines for children.  Here's a key. 
Use responsibly.  Mom."
   A key, Jakob frowned and set it on his night stand.  From a mother who
existed in notes only.
   He showered.  The water stung the tiny pinpricks in his chest.  Hardly
the gushing wounds he needed to show.  He pulled the plug out with a
disgusted grunt.
   Monday morning, Jakob resolved never to see Desmond again.
   Tuesday afternoon, Jakob hopped into the passenger seat.  His face set
and sullen.  He didn't want to be around this man, and yet he had too.  The
needles were a lesson about rushing him, and perhaps, threatening to have
him jailed.
   Jakob was still pissed, and he had to find a way through it.  He wanted
things to be the way they were, fun, interesting.  He didn't want some
generic name on his plug.  If he mattered, if they were really friends,
then Desmond wouldn't think something so hurtful of him.
   Jakob didn't feel like Desmond's friend.  He felt used and
insignificant.
   ***
   Saturday.  They were at Desmond's house watching a movie, live action.
Desmond had the camera focused on them.  Jakob had a broadcasted view of
Desmond's dark cock pressed to the pink ring of his anus.  Desmond pulled
the camera in for a close up.
   Feeling something and seeing it on screen at the same time disoriented
him Jakob.
   Desmond slid the plug back inside.
   'Fuck Slut' lit up in a brilliant display.
   "Your training is coming along great, Jakob.  You should spend the night
with me.  I've got some equipment a fuck slut like you would love."
   Jakob stared at the floor.  When Desmond got horny again he'd tell him
what he wanted.  Whatever new thing it was probably had more to do with
Desmond than him.  Desmond didn't care what he thought.  He never let him
speak his mind without punishing him.
   The whole training comment was all backwards.  What did it get him?  The
more Jakob learned, the less tolerance Desmond had for mistakes.  Training.
Not for anything worth having, that was for sure.
   Perhaps the training was for Desmond to learn about where Jakob was
weakest.  After the nipple torture, Desmond massaged and pinched his
nipples more.  Jakob's squirming and whimpering delighted him to no end.
   Why were they even together?  At this point, Jakob didn't give a damn
about his parents knowing.  They wouldn't care.  Fuck them.  Where in the
hell had they been while this man...?
   He couldn't even call it molestation.  It was probably worse than that.
   "What is it, Jakob?  You've been in a funk for a while now.  You keep
showing up, and you haven't told your parents and taken your punishment. 
So, what is it?"
   "I'm not," he hardened his gaze.  It was too early in the fucking day to
earn a punishment.  He rubbed his nipples.  It was a reflex, thinking back
on the needles, but the scratch of the fabric felt nice.  He dropped his
hand.
   "It's obviously important.  I'll make an agreement with you.  If what
you have to say pisses me off, I will not do anything about it.  I'll just
be pissed."
   Lies.  Jakob counted off the problems he had with this man.  The root of
it was stuffed up his ass, lubricated by a fresh load of his semen.
   "Why does it say fuck slut on it?"
   Desmond frowned at him then curled his lips in a half smile.  "Would you
rather be a princess, Jakob?"
   No.  Bastard.  Jakob rolled his eyes.
   "Oh, princess, the next time I'll get your approval.  What do you want
it to say?"
   "I don't know, but not that.  I mean, what was wrong with my name?"
   "That wasn't your name, boy.  Just a letter that matched.  Come on, you
want it to be custom.  That's what got your ass in a bind?" He chuckled. 
"Tell me, and I'll size you up.  I'll get whatever what you want."
   Size up?  He'd only been in this one a couple weeks!  Desmond would just
punish him and make it huge.
   "Can't you send this one back?"
   "No, fuck slut.  I can't." Desmond chuckled.
   Jakob rose half-off the couch with his rage.  "Don't call me that!" He
plopped back into his seat and inched away from him.  "Sorry," he
whispered.
   Desmond arched one heavy brow.  "Princess Fuck Slut.  If you don't want
to be called that, then tell me what you want it to say.  Come on, you're
the one with all the power.  I gave it to you, so fucking tell me.  What do
you fucking want?!" Desmond's roar was far meaner.
   Jakob shrank away and tears filled his eyes.  Why did it have to be his
idea?  The word came out in a hoarse whisper.
   "Don't mumble, Jakob."
   He cleared his throat and stared into his lap.  "Piglet.  I thought it
would say piglet."
   The silence was too much to take.  Jakob balled into a knot and cried
into his lap.  Once upon a time he'd been a different person, one that
didn't beg to be called stupid pet names.  He had never cared what anyone
thought of him, did not seek approval or affection.  When had he become
such a baby?
   The couch creaked.  Desmond yanked Jakob to his feet and gave him a
massive hug.  He soothed his hand down Jakob's back and cradled his head to
his chest.
   "You have a plug with your name on it, Jakob.  Right now, you are a fuck
slut who has been too focused on his own pleasure.  You have been both
deceptive and manipulative for your own gain.  You need to grow beyond that
and earn a name for yourself.  For now, you are a fuck slut.  What you are
when you graduate is up to you."
   Desmond took Jakob's hand and shoved it into his pants, in the humid
warmth of Desmond's crotch.  "This has Jakob Piglet Jansen written all
fucking over it."
   Jakob found himself in a hole so deep that he felt the weight of
suffocation on his sanity.  He'd been so wrapped up in his head that he'd
forgotten that at his core, Desmond was not sane, and he wanted to put his
cock up Jakob's ass.
   He had thrown a tantrum because of a little anal plug.  Caught up in
what he wanted, just like Desmond said.  Desmond believed it was an honor
to come inside him.  Screwed up as that was, Jakob remembered the first day
he did it, how good it felt.
   Jakob's confusion was so profound that he cried harder, wrapped his arms
tighter around Desmond.  He wished that he could just go home and be done
with all this weirdness.  Desmond picked him up and sat on the couch,
cradled him in his lap, and rocked and shushed Jakob as if he were a baby.
   No one had comforted him in this way for years.
   "You are hungry to learn, eager to transform your body into a conduit
for the joy of your master.  This is good.  I'm proud of you.  I'm going to
help you get there, Jakob."
   Jakob cried harder.  Desmond had completely misinterpreted the
situation. He didn't want to do more for this man.  He wanted less.  He
wanted to get away from him.  Not too far, but enough where he could
breathe on his own, have his own thoughts.
   Though he wanted all of this, he nestled deeper into Desmond's warm
embrace.  He nearly fell asleep listening to him breathe.
   "I wish you were ready, sweet piglet.  I love you so much." Desmond
kissed him on the forehead.
   Jakob feigned sleep until it became real.
   -_ Haul _-
   Jakob didn't spend the night.  Desmond dropped him off with a homework
assignment.  He was to make a list of what it meant to be a fuck slut.  On
a separate piece of paper, he was to explain why it was the wrong word for
him.
   Jakob had them both ready when he met him on Sunday.
   Desmond handed him an envelop.  "You can do whatever you want in your
room.  I set the movie player up.  Go on.  I'll call you when I've got
dinner ready."
   He didn't complain.  He carried the envelop and the assignment Desmond
didn't care about upstairs.
   Jakob flopped on 'his' bed and opened the envelop.  Two sheets of paper.
One said 'Piglet' the other said, 'Fuck Slut.'
   He rolled onto his stomach and lay the four pages out, side by side.
   ***
   Jakob came down to dinner with a puffy face.  He spent most of his time
crying, completely devastated by Desmond's cruel words.  Cruel for their
truth, hurtful because Jakob had been mistaken about how Desmond saw him.
   "Did you want to see it?" Jakob said with his head bowed.  Perhaps he
would understand what Jakob meant, what he was feeling.
   "No," Desmond swirled a carrot stick in peanut butter and crunched down
on it.  "I know what you are."
   "That's not what I want to be.  I'm sorry for being so selfish and
dishonest."
   "Some prisons are hard to escape.  They take a tremendous amount of
power."
   "Submission is power," said Jakob.
   Desmond nodded.
   "I submit to you, seriously.  Okay?  Please.  Remember when you first
met me, how you said you wanted to be my friend?"
   Desmond looked at him.
   "I'm," Jakob put his hand on the table.  "Hear me out, please."
   He hummed.
   "I am not gay.  I do not like men.  I am," he pulled his hand into his
lap and balled it in a fist.  "I have been a selfish fuck slut interested
in what I wanted more than what you've been trying to teach me.  This, what
we have, isn't about being gay.  I'm sure of it.  It's about my soul." Too
much.  Jakob considered dropping that last part, but took another breath.
Surrender, as Desmond would say.  "I'm confused, and I don't know what I'm
becoming, but I don't want to be what I am now."
   "Eat your dinner.  Don't know why you're so upset.  I told you that
you'd move beyond it.  You think you're surrendering.  You are not.  What
are you, Jakob?"
   So many answers, no idea which one he wanted.
   "You are a fuck slut.  Right now.  Embrace it.  Become it.  What are you
willing to do to receive an orgasm?  Anything.  Say it.  What are you,
Jakob?"
   "Willing to do anything to orgasm.  I am a fuck slut."
   "That's more like it.  Feel better?"
   Jakob shrugged one of his shoulders.
   "When you finish, go back upstairs and read it again.  Embrace your
essence.  Ask the demons for guidance.  You have the day off slut, go on.
I'll use you when I'm ready."
   Jakob dutifully finished his dinner and slid the plate into the sink to
keep from throwing it.  He had heard Desmond say that he loved him, but now
he acted like he didn't care.
   What more did he have to do to show he'd finally accepted Desmond's
craziness?
   He got on his knees and crawled under the table.  He pushed Desmond's
legs open, and pulled on his shorts.
   "Jakob."
   "Shut up and submit." Jakob barked.  Let's see how much he liked a taste
of his own medicine.
   Desmond pushed down his pants.
   Jakob steeled himself to put Desmond's cock in his mouth.  It was soft
now, hanging like a massive elephant's snout.  Jakob used both his hands
and tugged from the base to the head as Desmond always did.  It wasn't even
making him hard.
   Whatever.  Jakob kissed and licked on his crotch, keenly aware that he
had never put Desmond's penis near his mouth.  His jaw opened as wide as it
could and he stuffed the end of him on his tongue.  As soon as it hit the
back of his throat he pulled off in a panic.
   It was too much.  Worse, it didn't seemed to have any effect.  Jakob
gave up and rested his sore jaw.
   Desmond reached under the table and caressed Jakob's face, down to his
neck and back up.  His thumb caressed the shell of his ear.  "Thank you."
   "I didn't do anything."
   "Not for lack of trying.  I gave you all I have for now.  See how you're
so focused on being used?  You think that's submission.  It isn't.  You are
with me to learn.  Stay down there, fuck slut.  When your jaw stops hurting
you can practice some more."
   ***
   In the following weeks, Jakob focused on the page written by Desmond
about Piglet.
   Piglet communicates his needs with honesty.  Piglet knows that
submission is about pleasure.  Piglet shares his lust with me, expresses
his every desire.  Piglet embraces each experience and the joy he is given.
Piglet is filled with demons of lust, inside and out.
   He stared at those words each night, wondering what kind of trouble
behaving like that would get him into.  Maybe Desmond would grow bored he
wasn't coercing Jakob into trying some new game.
   Jakob started by asking Desmond, "May I see you Friday night?"
   Desmond agreed and at the end of his visit, he said.  "Can you spend the
night?"
   Jakob nodded.
   ***
   Desmond picked him up after school.  He'd parked the van next to a
store. Jakob opened the door and climbed inside.  Desmond smirked at Jakob
from the mirror by his steering wheel.
   "You're in a good mood," he said.  "That's good."
   "I got an A on my science test."
   "The one we studied for?"
   "Uh huh."
   "I'm very proud of you, Jakob."
   They went to his house, but Desmond didn't play with his plug, come in
his ass, or fondle him.  He barely looked at him as he sat naked on the
stool.
   What were they doing here?
   "Don't," Desmond pointed at him.  "I'm thinking.  You best let me
finish."
   "Yes, sir," Jakob whispered.
   Another long stretch of silence.  After their disagreement, Jakob felt
some of his irritation and discontent melt away.  He was a fuck slut, meant
to be used and filled with Desmond's power.  And, though Jakob never
admitted as much out loud, he sorta liked it.
   "Follow me." Desmond led him to the back room.  It was across from his
room and had been used for a few of their more inventive times together.
   Usually Desmond strapped him into the high chair.  It had no bottom and
Desmond would spread and inspect his ass, stretch and cup his balls. 
Another time he strapped him into it and played with his anal plug while he
jacked him off.  Jakob was to play with his nipples the entire time.
   They were not going to use the high chair today.  Desmond walked him
over to a harness with several leather straps.  He hit a lever and the ends
touched the ground.
   "Get in there on your belly."
   Jakob crawled into the harness.  Above his head was a steel rod and two
weighted platforms.  He had no idea what he was looking at.  Was it some
kind of platform for his feet?  Why was his head facing it?
   "Don't worry." Desmond said as he walked over to a crank.  "I'll set you
head up until you get used to it."
   What was he supposed to be worried about?  The harness lifted and Jakob
swayed over the ground.
   Desmond checked his work, making sounds of approval as he moved along.
He put his hands around two bars.  "Hold them." He wrapped a cloth around
Jakob's wrist then secured a strap around his forearm.
   Jakob's hands were tied to the metal bars.  There was a metal pole on
this end as well.
   Desmond did the same for his feet on the pedals.
   Jakob shifted and the harness rocked in a back and forth motion.
   "Ease up, boy." Desmond chuckled.  "Close your eyes and take deep
breaths.  You need to relax.  Close them."
   Jakob closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  He listened to Desmond
move around the room, opening and closing drawers.  He would adjust the
harness or metal would squeak.  Something went between his knees, soft, but
the cushioned object kept his legs apart.
   "You're ready to move to the next step," said Desmond.  "Pull a little
with your hands and push that same amount with your legs.  Smooth, even
motion.  Go."
   When Jakob did he was shocked to feel himself swung forward.
   Desmond put his hand on his shoulder.
   Click.  click.  click.
   "Push with your hands and pull that same amount back with your legs."
   Jakob swayed backward but it was much slower.
   Click.
   The tale-tell squeak of a screw, rattling, then the clink of a tool
being set aside.  The same noises happened over his head.  He kept his eyes
shut, his breath slow and steady.  Whatever it was wouldn't hurt much. 
Desmond never hurt him for being good.
   This was about pleasure.  He was going to prove he could do it.  Jakob
closed his eyes and relaxed, found security in his faith.
   It had been silent a while, Jakob cracked his eyelids.  Desmond's cock
was hard, rock hard, and bobbing in the air.
   Jakob badly wanted to know what had him so turned on and was equally
fearful of the answer.
   Desmond smiled down at Jakob.  "Do I need to put something over your
eyes?"
   "I ...  want to see."
   "Okay." He left the room and returned with his laptop.  He brought it
over and opened the screen.
   It was like the live-action shot they'd made when he'd thrown a tantrum.
He could see his body trussed in the harness, his limbs consumed by the
metal pedals and bars.
   Above his head and behind his ass were two dildos.  The one on the
bottom looked like a massive plug that only got wider.
   Damn it.  He trembled, but fought everything to keeps his arms and legs
still.
   "Please, wait.  Please, what are you doing?  What is this?"
   Desmond shifted a lever and the platform came down to his face, a small
dildo on the end of it.
   "I'm scared."
   "I can see that.  Open wide."
   Jakob reluctantly did as instructed.  It easily fit in his mouth.  Once
his lips were around it, he almost felt bad for panicking.
   "Better get this out the way," He leaned down to grab his lap top. 
"You'll drool all over it." Desmond returned and moved the dildo deeper and
deeper into his throat.
   "Ugh!" Jakob grunted and gagged.
   Desmond took an exaggerated breath and waited for Jakob to calm.  "One
more, I need to see your limit, Jakob."
   He swallowed, took a breath and opened his mouth.  It got as far as the
back and his tongue and tears squeezed from his eyes.
   He pulled it out until the end of the dildo rest on his tongue.
   "Now for the last piece."
   Jakob didn't have to wait long for what he knew was coming.  Instead of
the cold, unyielding edge of the other dildo, Desmond's lubed fingers
circled the ring of his ass.
   Relax.  The plug had to come out first.
   Once it was out, his fingers returned, but he felt the dildo on his
thighs.  It wasn't as cold as he expected, not even painful.  It was the
same width as his plug.  Desmond stepped on something on the floor and it
went a little further in his ass.  Each pump of that pedal resulted in a
muffled moan from Jakob as his ass opened a little further.
   Pump.  Pump.  Pump.
   "Not bad," Desmond whispered.  "There's hope for you yet, boy."
   Another pump and Jakob screamed.  He pulled with his arms, pushed with
his legs and took the dildo deeper into his throat to escape the pain.
   "And we're off," Desmond hit a button and took hold of his cock.
   Jakob was relieved that Desmond wasn't mad that he moved to get away
from it, but he hadn't lowered it.  The dildo was really close to his gag
reflex.  He couldn't manage to talk around it.
   He'd need to get far enough off the dildo in his mouth to tell him to
take it back a little.  He let his legs relax and pulled with his arms, but
it didn't work.  He had to flex his legs.
   Jakob moaned and screamed.  "It's too much.  Push it back."
   "It's against your inner portal.  Submit and see it open to you."
   Pain shot into his guts and his hands pulled and legs pushed, but too
far and too quickly.  He got the dildo too far is his throat and had to
back off.  He couldn't marvel at the way he'd felt his throat open around
the dildo because his gut cramped again.  That, of course, sent the dildo
too far into his mouth.
   Each time it got in his throat, Jakob convinced himself he couldn't go
back down on the plug without hurting his ass.  Seconds later, as gravity
pulled him down, the sharp pain sent him upward all over again.
   "Give this young one power to trample the shackles placed on him by
others.  Fill him with your essence.  Fill him with your power."
   Jakob focused on not trying to find one position up or down that brought
comfort.  Perhaps he could float in the middle, not too far in either
direction.  He bobbed up and down, small movements that had him both
drooling down his chin, but also fucking on the dildo up his ass.
   "Let the whispers of darkness be available to him in the harshest light.
Submit to lust.  Succumb to your primal desires.  Surrender to your demons.
Stand against those who would rob you of your gifts.  Inspire those in
shackles to break free from their puritan ways."
   It was as though Jakob had lost control of himself, and yet had found
that control.  As long as the pain didn't last too long, he could take a
little of it from either end.
   "Entice others to take of your body.  Show them the way to their knees,
where they will find deliverance and joy as you have found deliverance. 
You have found that joy.  Fill him with so much demonic spunk that it runs
down the inside of his thighs, seeps into the smell of his breath and the
composition of his blood."
   Jakob's mind was a fuzzy blur.  Nothing existed but his technique,
surviving on this device, and Desmond's voice.  He spoke with a cadence
that Jakob used to find a rhythm.
   Was he thinking of fucking him?  Is that what he wanted?  Is that why he
was keeping him so close, waiting for the day he could fill him.  Did
Desmond want to fuck his ass that badly?  Did Desmond want to be the demon
that lived inside him?
   Too deep.
   "Argh!" Jakob cramped and writhed, but he knew pulling up too fast would
hurt worse.
   "Submit.  Succumb.  Surrender.  The demons want to share their power. 
They are loving, kind, and willing to share.  Open your mind and listen. 
All that is required is for you to open yourself."
   Dripping sweat and trembling, Jakob swallowed the dildo.  If he kept his
tongue down and head at the right angle, it could slip in for several
seconds.  Cool oil squirted on the dildo under his ass.
   Jakob trembled but held the dildo in his throat, reminding himself never
to drop that low again.
   "Open your ass and receive them." Desmond chuckled.  "As your throat has
opened to receive them.  Prepare your body to serve.  Prepare your soul for
infernal power.  Allow them to fuck you.  Open your portals wide so that
any may enter."
   Jakob rocked back and forth, the extra lube meant he had to focus harder
on where it hurt too much.  He hadn't felt it so far, he was doing better.
Maybe Desmond had adjusted it back when he wasn't paying attention.
   "That's it Jakob.  Damn boy, fuck those demon cocks.  You want them
inside you.  Know it in your heart, in your balls.  Give into your lust and
serve.  Give into your demons and serve.  Give into your lust and grow
stronger."
   Desmond's booming voice continued but seemed to come from a place
further away.  Pain and pleasure and delirium had the strongest grip on
Jakob's senses.  It was a vicious cycle.  If Jakob went too far, he
overcorrected.  The better it felt, more Jakob moved.  He had become so
comfortable that with a few more gradual swings, he could get the dildo out
his mouth.
   Desmond stilled him and his hand slid in the sweat along Jakob's back.
He reached forward and adjusted the dildo at him mouth, sliding it deeper.
   It wasn't long until Jakob returned to rocking back and forth on several
inches of both dildos.  Pain and pleasure and delirium spun up until lack
of oxygen robbed him of consciousness.
   ***
   Desmond pulled the dildo out Jakob's mouth and the other from his rear.
Desmond carried the gangly limp body to his bed with a huge smile.  Jakob's
tug of war between his trepidation and lust created a beautiful, inspiring
display.
   Desmond had not expected the boy last more than ten minutes, let alone
half an hour.  Not only that, but though he gagged and sputtered several
times, he never puked.  That would have been his cue to release Jakob from
the harness.
   Warm water dripped from the hand towel into the sink.  Desmond knelt
beside Jakob and wiped him down.  First his back, then his front.  He was
awake, his bluish green eyes unfocused and glassy.
   He covered him with a blanket and kissed him on the cheek.  "Get some
rest, piglet.  You've earned it."
   Desmond cleaned the gear and put away his tools with a persistent grin.
Over the years, he had learned that everyone had a point where they either
opened or closed their minds and bodies to the changes taking place within.
The only questions were when they would crack, how, and what that change
would look like.
   Matthew didn't become a vegetable but wasn't far from it.  He opened
physically and closed mentally.  In public, he looked and acted like
others, but his mind was checked out.  He was a warm zombie.  Desmond could
do anything he wanted.  They boy reacted like a doll.  Desmond once told
him that he'd shove a hot coal up his ass and the boy bent forward and
spread his cheeks.
   Unfortunately, a mental opening appealed to Desmond most.  He didn't
realize that until Matthew closed off.  When his mind disengaged, when he
lost that spark of life, it was as if Desmond played with himself.
   Not bad, but not as good as it could be.
   Desmond changed his technique with Chelsea.  She lasted much longer as
his companion, but in the end, he was not satisfied.  In fact, things with
Chelsea ended worse.  She let go of her personality, self-preservation, and
independent thought.  He could have told her to walk naked into a room with
hardened convicts and she would have done it with a smile.
   At least, that's the way she entered the hotel room with three male
strangers.  She had no connection to him and none to anyone else, nothing
for herself.  Excellent progress, but not someone Desmond wanted to be
around.  He found someone willing to care for Chelsea more than she cared
for herself.  He checked on her occasionally, but cut her loose soon after.
   Experience taught Desmond that it wasn't about what he did that
influenced them, but who they were within.  He needed to learn more about
the person, find the foundation that he could build on.
   Jakob represented his fifth conversion.  Not only did Jakob have the
foundation Desmond sought, but he endeared Desmond to him.  He truly
harnessed his inner power.  The hardest part would be moving on to the next
step.  Jakob was at a fragile point.  The boy needed to take some of that
power and use it for himself.
   Jakob had been the one to spur Desmond along faster than usual.  His
willfulness and anger meant that his feelings ran deep.  He had desires of
his own and they weren't being met, a desire for Desmond.
   The thought whispered to Desmond from the darkness, voices of his inner
demons imparting the wisdom he sorely needed.  Jakob deserved Desmond's
power.  He needed to be shown how to use it.
   In doing so he would finally find his companion?  Could he truly be that
close to success?
   Desmond had completed his work on the weighted swing two years ago.  He
used it with an associate named Gerald.  Gerald seemed unsure, but Desmond
talked him into it.  Gerald easily found his limit and controlled the
experience without the gag.  Desmond watched the man use the harness with
keen fascination, learning everything he could about how he could alter and
adjust it for his personal use.
   For one, he created a harness rather than a true swing, gave control of
the weights to the user.
   From a novice to an experienced slut.  With acceptance and submission
came the awakening of his little piglet.  That name was more accident than
planning.  Jakob turned so pink when he got embarrassed.  His first
pictures of him were of a boy who looked like a cooked lobster, flushed and
rosy.  During their first few meetings, he got to see that flushed pink
skin up closed.  Instead of moaning or vocalizing, Jakob made high whines
in the back of his throat.  Delicious little squeals that Desmond had
missed recently.
   Unlike his previous playmates, Jakob was anything but docile.  He had
all the usual hints of fear and suspicion, along with curiosity, rage, and
stubbornness.  Desmond had to tread carefully with his friend.  He wanted
to open every part of him, mind, body, and soul without losing everything
that so greatly endeared Desmond to him.
   -_ Connection _-
   Jakob woke warm, clean, and sore.  It was some of the best sleep he'd
had all week.  He shifted and discomfort echoed from both ends.  His jaw,
throat, hips, ass, upper and lower spine.
   "Take this," Desmond whispered.  He extended his palm, a long segmented
pill rest in the center.
   Too sore to argue, he opened his mouth and followed the pill with the
glass of water.
   "I am so impressed with you, my sweet piglet."
   Impressed with what?  He frowned into the glass.  The cool water felt
good sliding down his throat.
   "You spent a much longer time in the harness than I expected.  You must
have slept damn good."
   Jakob could not help but crack a smile.
   Desmond took the empty glass and moved toward the bed, but hesitated. 
The large man seemed nervous.
   Jakob eased back and made room.
   Desmond grinned and lay down beside him.  He pulled a pillow over and
tucked it under his head.  "Tell me what it was like?"
   He frowned and settled onto the pillow under his head.  How could he
describe something he barely understood?  "I did like you said and gave
into the experience," his voice warbled as if he'd been screaming.  "I
found a place where it felt good instead of trying to make it stop."
   Using the water jug on the floor, Desmond refilled his cup.
   The pill took effect and Jakob's mind turned floaty.  Desmond grabbed a
salve and rubbed it into the muscles he could barely feel.  The application
of salve turned into a full body massage.
   "We'll find a position where's there's only pleasure.  I'll make you
something that will let you do as much or as little as you want." Desmond's
chest leaned over him and he whispered, "Don't worry about the plug.  You
deserve one that reflects your new status.  You want to learn, don't you?"
   "Yes," Jakob wrapped his arm around Desmond's waist and cradled his head
to his neck.  Even in the fog, he understood that Desmond was a loose screw
on a barreling train.  That contraption had been the most terrifying and
confusing experience of his life.  Strangely, he had also achieved his
goal.
   He was not a fuck slut.
   ***
   Desmond did not think that because Jakob had become docile and agreeable
that his training had been complete.  A brilliant and eager student, but
still a student.  Desmond had learned from his mistakes.  The quicker
progress is gained, the faster it can be lost.
   He didn't put Jakob in the harness again.  He got the information it
provided him, how deep he could be penetrated, how long it took him to
relax.
   He accepted the young man's new attitude with tempered elation.  It
wasn't like being broken or even open.  His hawkish gaze was anything but
checked out.  His piglet tested him, as calculated as his initial
reluctance and fear.  Jakob wanted to taste the power, but deluded himself
into thinking that it was not his own desire that led him to it.
   "I submit to lust," Jakob would say, his mouth curled in a smile.
   When the young man believed it in his heart, those words were going to
sound a lot better.  That's why Desmond had to be thorough in his training,
diligent in teaching him all he would need to know.  Jakob was going to be
the one.
   Desmond unveiled Jakob's new chair, more like a modified bench press. 
"This will come no where near the intensity of the harness.  It's
completely under your control.  Important to remember."
   Jakob faced Desmond and gave his full attention.
   "Warm your asshole first, care for it.  Present your ass.  I'll lube you
up."
   Jakob opened like a flower, asking to be watered, for the thirst to be
sated.  Less than a year ago he was watching him pull his cock, body
gyrating and bucking, searching, needing.
   The first time Desmond touched his anal ring, Jakob whimpered.  He
wriggled and squealed, scared of the new doors opening, fretful about the
power that would lay behind it, but he allowed himself to be opened.
   "Settle on that one and tell me how it feels."
   "That is huge," Jakob whispered.
   "Only go as far down as you want.  I'll keep it nice and wet for you."
   Desmond came over with another dildo with a large head.  "Sure you don't
want to try this?"
   "Maybe after I get used to this one?"
   He hummed.  "You know, you're always complaining about how something is
too big.  Remember your first plug?  It's too big.  It hurts."
   Jakob chuckled at Desmond's imitation of his voice.  "It did though.  I
don't want it to hurt.  This is my first time.  I should get used to it
first, right?"
   "You're right.  You should be familiar with how this bench works.  Stick
with that one.  You've opened the door to transformation, true acceptance
of your nature by your internal muscles.  You must be relaxed, inside and
out.  Submit, surrender.  Once that door has been opened, the soul is open
to receive communion from all."
   Jakob discovered the ease with which he could control both the pace as
speed of the bench.  He bounced up and down on the dildo, long and deep,
until his spunk dripped out the end of his cock.  At first it was only
viscous, clear and thin.  Then it turned a distinct milky white.
   Desmond smiled as well.  Now Jakob would discover his prostate.  This
bench would teach him how to milk his cock.  Desmond had high hopes that
Jakob would discover how to make his nuts spill like a trickling fountain
and discover the euphoria that would accompany it.
   ***
   Jakob's cock was leaking and it wouldn't stop.  Despite a few low notes
of discomfort, a lot about this bench was quite pleasurable.  It gave him
an odd kind of pleasure though.  As he settled down on the dildo his cock
turned rock hard.  He became horny, extremely horny.  He desperately wanted
bury his cock in something warm and soft.
   "I need it, Desmond.  I surrender."
   Desmond remained in his chair, no change in his expression.  It was as
if Jakob had not spoken.  Desmond said he could ask, that it was okay for
him to want something.  Did he have to beg?
   Well, not beg.  Desmond would be touching him already if that worked. 
He had to get Desmond to believe he wasn't trying to impress him.
   "Please, sir, stroke my cock.  Feels so good.  I want it, please."
   Desmond moved from his chair and stood over him.
   "Please, yes." He swiveled on the pole up his ass.
   "Give into lust," said Desmond.
   "I give into lust."
   "Accept your demons."
   Jakob took one hand down from the grip and cradled the back of Desmond's
head.  "I surrender to you.  Do what pleases you, and it will please me."
   "Oh yeah?  Listen to you.  Massive fucking slut, aren't you?"
   Jakob took a breath and nodded.  "Yes.  I am a massive fucking slut."
His cock throbbed and ached to be touched.  The hairs of Desmond's belly
brushed the tip.
   Jakob pulled off the dildo.
   Desmond's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slid up and down a
few times, then jerked him off in earnest.  Jakob cried out, moaned.  He
didn't try to restrain a single note.  His orgasm was spiritual, powerful.
Fucked, used, filled with power.
   Jakob came so hard that he nearly passed out.  He shot tons of cum all
over himself, no, not just him.  Jakob smiled.  It was the smell. 
Desmond's spunk had a smell, Jakob's had a smell.  Mixed together, he could
tell the difference.
   The kid he'd been a year ago would be revolted to know that.
   ***
   Jakob took a breath as if coming awake.  He wasn't on the bench but
lying on Desmond's chest.  They were clean, both naked on the couch.  The
television showed a newscast.
   It was probably late.  He probably had to head back home.  Maybe he'd
only fallen asleep for a minute.  Jakob relaxed onto Desmond's dark chest.
He traced the brown lightning bolts on his shoulders.  Desmond had some
stretch marks on his back too, but the lines were not as jagged.
   Usually Jakob thought of pretty girls in school to help him get off.  He
couldn't recall the last time he tried that.  When he 'played along' with
Desmond's lessons he couldn't deny the orgasms were stronger.
   He'd been contrarian and selfish, generous and over-playing, and none of
it worked.  It led to them fighting with each other.  What did he call
this? A little of both?
   Jakob would have never thought he was gay, but something within him
loved this man.
   "You're squirming." Desmond turned the television off and cupped his
ass. "What were you thinking about, piglet?"
   "I'm scared of what I'd let you do to me."
   "That's because you don't know any better." Desmond reached between
their bodies and fisted their cocks.
   Jakob rubbed his face in his chest.  Desmond must have wiped him down.
He had the subtle smell of sweat and sex.  He pushed up to look at Desmond.
Desmond's nostrils flared as he inhaled, his cock rubbed the underside of
his cock.  Jakob's balls brushed along Desmond's.
   He truly wondered what it would be like to fit this man inside him. 
What had seemed impossible months ago now seemed within the realm of
possibility.  A few of those toys were nearly as big around as Desmond.
   Playing along seemed easier.  Jakob didn't have to put much thought into
it.  Ultimately, he decided to 'submit to lust.' All this stuff Desmond
said couldn't be true, not completely.  Maybe there was truth to it.  Truth
was, their friendship was more friendly when Desmond was pleased.
   Jakob whimpered.  "May I close my eyes."
   "As long as you talk to me while you do."
   He shut his eyes.  "Want to memorize the way this feels.  Sliding and
pressing." Jakob lifted his head and opened his eyes.  He started fucking
Desmond's fist faster.  "You're right.  I am a slut.  I want to fucking
come.  I love the way you make me come.  Okay?  I accept it.  I am such a
slut.  Even though I say I don't like men, I love the way you make me come.
Because I am a slut, addicted to my own needs.  Please help me, Desmond. 
Please help me come."
   Desmond's fingers circled his anus and Jakob rolled his head back and
growled.
   ***
   Desmond clued into Jakob's love of the bench.  Jakob had turned playful
because of it, and remained playful throughout the spring.  Desmond allowed
him use it for as long as Jakob wanted.  In Desmond's mind, he was giving
Jakob a reward, and therefore risked spoiling the boy.  However, Jakob's
sweet declaration had Desmond in a giving mood.
   Desmond set him up in the bench as usual.  Instead of watching him, he'd
give the boy some space.  Let him think about girls if that's what he
really wanted.
   "Where are you going?" Jakob said as Desmond went to the door.
   He looked over his shoulder.
   Jakob's next words came in a rush.  "If you don't want to be in here
with me, I can wait.  You didn't say."
   Desmond turned back to hide his surprise.  "Give me five minutes.  Can
you wait that long, piglet?"
   "Yes sir.  I'll be right here."
   Desmond went into the hallway and leaned his head on the wall.  Maybe
he'd done something right after all.  In truly embracing his role as a
slut, he had opened the door toward accepting him.  True transformation.
   While Jakob rode the bench, Desmond caressed him and lectured him.  When
his cock began to drip, Desmond milked him dry.  This boy was a very
dedicated slut.
   "I can't believe how good this feels.  Wish I could do this all day."
   Desmond laughed and played in the pool of his ejaculate, swirling his
fingers in it.
   "There you go, boy.  Upon the cocks of others, we shall venerate.  Upon
the cock of believers, we worship.  Let the mighty demons within arise and
ascend.  Other bodies are temples of liberation, let them in.  Transform
our heart, mind, and soul.  I submit.  I succumb.  I surrender."
   Jakob shuddered and cried out, the dildo had nearly disappeared up his
ass.  Desmond focused on that depth, his nuts tingled.  Damn, this boy was
a dream.
   "Keep hitting that spot.  Milk those nuts, piglet."
   Desmond lifted his semen covered fingers to Jakob's lips.  "This is your
sacrament.  Taste it."
   Jakob's mouth opened, he licked his finger.  Eyes unfocused.  If Desmond
did not know better, he'd think his little piglet was high.  The slack
muscles, open mouth, loose body.  He'd seen it in his broken zombies, but
never full of such life.
   ***
   "Jakob, we have a problem." Desmond wrung his sponge out and mopped the
tile under the bench.
   Jakob set down the duster and knelt beside him.  "Sir?"
   "You trying to come as much as me, boy?" Desmond chuckled and rubbed
Jakob's balls.  "Where the hell you getting all that juice from?  Demons of
hell in your nuts."
   Desmond sounded cheerful, but Jakob couldn't work out whether he was the
sadistic kind of cheerful.  Jakob smiled.  He'd just have to find out on
his own.
   "We need to make sure most of this stays on you."
   "I could do it on my back.  You know?  Like we used to."
   "We?  Are you sure you won't miss your toy?"
   "You're jealous of a bench, Desmond?  Seriously, man?"
   "Got some sass in your ass today, don't you?"
   Jakob got to his feet and straddled Desmond's lower back.  "I'll ride
you plenty when you say I've earned that right.  Will you be my favorite
toy?"
   "I'm giving you a ten-second head start."
   Jakob jumped off and chuckled.  He ran down the hallway and grabbed the
whip from the living room then lay over the side of the couch.
   Desmond didn't have far to go to find him.  "I want to know why you want
it." Desmond palmed his ass and thighs, warming the skin with his palm.  It
was like a caress and a massage.  His heart pounded and erection stiffened.
   "This part." Jakob rolled him hips up.
   "This?" Desmond rubbed and pinched until he glowed with warmth.  It
sensitized his skin and prepared it for a higher level of pain.  It also
caused Jakob to relax, he hadn't been in trouble lately, but he wanted to
be.
   Jakob whimpered and pushed off the couch.  "It's not the same as when
you massage me.  It's rough, but tender, because you don't want to hurt me.
It's like a dry fuck on my skin."
   "Sure you're not begging for the whip?"
   Jakob grinned.  "This is worth the whip."
   Desmond extended the rough massage down to his thighs and up along his
back.  He gripped and tugged an his balls.
   Jakob turned his head to the side.  "Have you ever been fucked?"
   "You think you've earned that?"
   He shook his head and grunted.  "I'm asking if one day I could."
   Desmond kneeled behind him, spread his rosy red ass cheeks.  "You could,
piglet.  I think you could." His large hands took firm hold of either
cheek, and then his tongue circled his anus.
   Jakob squealed and squirmed as Desmond tongue fucked his ass.
   ***
   "That's it.  Bounce on that dildo.  Ride it, fuck slut."
   Jakob dripped sweat as he rowed down onto the dildo.  Desmond had added
weight to his modified bench, causing him to work against the resistance to
get himself off.  He'd gone from pulled fifteen pounds to twenty within a
few days.
   Yesterday, his mother had commented that he was bulking up.
   "Whatever you're doing," Chloe said with a smile.  "Keep up with it."
   Esben said, "He's been insisting that we buy more vegetables too."
   His mother leaned down to kiss him on the cheek as she buzzed through
the house.  "He's smart.  Growing boys need nutrition.  Mina could learn a
thing or two about that."
   Jakob burst with laughter between his moans.
   "What's so funny?" said Desmond.
   "My mother thinks my sister should learn from my example."
   Desmond chuckled.  "Maybe." His finger slipped in the pool of viscous
lubricant on Jakob's stomach.  "Allow the kindred to worship through you.
They will anoint you with power, nourish you with their fuel, glorify your
new status.  You are not just a believer.  You are a beacon of hope, a path
to greatness.  You radiate infernal power, are filled with the demons of
lust."
   Jakob brought his hand down and found Desmond's cock.  He gave it a
squeeze.
   "Bring it up to your mouth."
   Jakob guided the fat head to his lips.  When it went deep, tears formed
in the corners of his eyes.  It had nothing to do with emotion, just what
happened from the exertion.  Without the use of his arms to pull the
weight, Jakob settled onto his legs, used his hips to grind on the dildo.
   "My cock will be going up your ass one day."
   "Mmm hmm," Jakob hummed around Desmond's cock.  More tears dripped down
his face and mixed with the sweat.  Desmond's cock pulsed and sticky liquid
coated his throat.
   Jakob coughed and sputtered.  A hard object was nothing like living
flesh.  It didn't get wet and move and ooze viscous.  Sucking on Desmond
would going to require a different technique.  He motioned Desmond closer.
   "So fucking eager to take my cock.  Looking at you gets me so fucking
horny.  Let them inside you, boy.  Listen to their whispers.  Let them
guide you."
   Jakob made a good seal with the tip of his cock.  His flicked his tongue
back and forth over the head, poked his tongue into that widened tip.  The
whole while he kept a constant suction, swallowing each offering.
   "That's it.  Keep doing that, piglet.  Fuck!  Fuck my slit.  That's it.
I'll do the rest.  Hungry for my offering.  Starving for it.  Keep.  Right
there." Desmond groaned and unloaded into Jakob's mouth.
   Jakob allowed all his weight fall onto the dildo in his ass while
gulping down his master's seed.  It tasted different, warmer, fresher than
if it cooled on his belly.  Desmond softened but Jakob kept sucking until
he pulled away.
   "Good boy." He tapped him on the head and stood back.  "Guess I'll
return the favor."
   Jakob eyes went wide as saucers as Desmond got on his knees and put his
mouth over his cock.  Jakob grabbed the bars overhead and pulled up,
bringing the dildo partially out of his ass.
   He was drifting far away.  The large object in his ass that might one
day be Desmond.  He could work his way there.  Tongue, soft, wet.  He
probably could have imagined it was a woman's if he'd ever had that
information to compare to.
   Desmond's tongue felt rough, his hard hands squeezed and pinched his
ass. The stubble on his chin tickled his upper thighs.
   Jakob cried with joy as he exploded inside and out, Desmond's mouth
latched on his whole cock and his throat muscles squeezed the head.  Wow!
Was that what it felt like?
   "I give myself.  I submit to you."
   Desmond pulled off Jakob's cock with a slurp.  "Yes, you fucking do."
   ***
   Jakob's summer had become so routine that he stopped wondering about
excuses or reasons.  He did what he wanted.
   Days not with Desmond, he spent the same amount of time away from the
house, going on his walks or to other places - the way he always did.  He
found a nice cafe to get his homework and assignments done.
   Sometimes men would look at him, an odd kind of wonder or longing in
their gaze.  Could they see something that others couldn't?  Did they know?
Could any of these men do for him what Desmond did?  His eyes settled on
the low-cut blouse, the outline of a hard nipple.
   He'd like to suck on that.  He met the woman's eyes.  Not a woman, a
girl.  She giggled and waved at him.
   Jakob went back to his homework.  He liked girls plenty, but he didn't
know shit about them.  That hadn't been part of Desmond's lessons.  On his
walk home he wondered if he should say anything about that, and about
Amanda.
   He music appreciation class with Amanda.  She had a beautiful little
body.  Last week she came up to him and asked if she could touch his
muscles.
   "Sure."
   Her fingers trailed his arm.  She grinned and swayed.  When he hadn't
moved, her hands slipped under his shirt.  She must have expected a
different reaction - other than allowing her to touch him.
   Amanda smirked.  "You think because we're in school I'm going to stop?"
   "I said you could touch them."
   She turned her hand and placed them around his cock.  "My goodness," she
whispered.  "Your muscles feel very strong."
   "They are."
   She leaned forward, his lips so close that her exhalation tickled his
face.
   Footsteps down the stairwell sent her scrambling.  Jakob shifted in his
pants and held his books over his lap as he went in the opposite direction.
   It made Jakob feel good that a girl was interested in him.  For those
few moments, he felt normal.  He could have fucked her right there under
the stairwell.  He would have learned what it felt like to be inside a
woman.
   At least if he didn't have to answer to Desmond.
   Jakob beat the rain clouds home.  He stomped his shoes on the mat and
entered the house.
   A chorus of laughter from the back porch.  Esben and his friends.  Jakob
wasn't his son.  Mina was his, but Jakob and Piet had been a package deal,
as Esben called it.  He'd long given up being his caretaker, much less a
father.
   At least he was around, even if it was for his own blood.
   Jakob let his mind drift back to Amanda.  In his imagined memory of the
event, she went to her knees and sucked on him.  He imagined her face, but
his cock remembered Desmond's mouth and tongue.  Firm suction, undulating
tongue, the contraction of his throat muscles around the head.
   Jakob ducked into the hallway bathroom and dropped his shorts.  He
tugged on his cock a few times, then considered focusing on getting it
down. He just walked in the house, he could wait until he went to bed. 
Hell, at least until he was in his own bathroom.
   His palm circled and stroked.
   A high-pitched scream.  His little sister in the open doorway.  She had
on a robe, but it hung open.
   When in the hell had Mina developed breasts?  Not those pillowy
bee-stings either, full-on breasts.
   "The hell is going on?" Their father's footfalls and the slight slur of
inebriation.
   Jakob wanted to melt into the floor.  He briefly considered running,
screaming.  He shut his eyes and recalled the passage Desmond taught him.
Under his breath, he whispered, "I seek the demons that reside within. 
Fill me with infernal power and glorious strength.  Your servant needs the
guidance to use his power to escape these shackles and remain to your
service."
   "He scared me is all," said Mina.  Her bathrobe and belted shut.  "I
didn't know he was home."
   Jakob put his cock away and pulled up his pants.
   "Oh.  Damn girl, you got a set of pipes." Esben's footsteps faded.
   Mina opened the door and dashed in.  "That was unexpected," she
whispered.
   Jakob bobbed his head.  "Sorry you had to see that."
   "Wasn't all that bad."
   "What would you know about it?" Jakob chuckled.
   "More than you think."
   Jakob shook his head.  No way.  "Going to move so that I can leave?"
   Mina leaned harder on the door.
   Jakob leaned on the sink.  "If you're just going to stand there, open
your robe."
   She chuckled.  "Don't be an ass." She pulled the door open and pointed
toward the hallway.
   ***
   Jakob moaned as another finger went up his ass.  Desmond's slick digits
twisted and turned in his anus.  A third finger, dipping and rimming. 
Jakob bounced on those fingers while his cock drove into Desmond's mouth.
   "Mmm hmm," Desmond moaned in encouragement.  Jakob's hips bounced
faster. His rough tongue and wet mouth had his cock trapped in a vacuum of
ecstasy.  He pointed the tips of his fingers together like a cone, it
slipped and churned his anal rim.
   "Here it comes," Jakob keened and growled.  This grown man was
swallowing his cock.  His whole body went taunt as a drawn bow.  Desmond's
fingers tapped on his spot and the orgasm grew so powerful that he saw
stars.  "Love you, Desmond.  Fuck my ass.  Suck my cock.  I see why you
like this so much, damn."
   From the back of his mind, Jakob recoiled from the crude nature of his
comments.  He kept talking as Desmond had his mouth full.  The pleasure
that Desmond granted him was more important than a few stupid words.  So
when he came, he did so with his own rendition of Desmond's insanity.  He
didn't have to repeat him.
   Desmond pulled off Jakob's limp cock with a rumbling moan and crawled up
his chest until they were face to face.  Desmond settled on the mattress
beside him.
   Jakob waited until he'd caught his breath.  "I need to talk to you."
   "I'm listening."
   "I want a girlfriend, or at least your permission to try one.  I don't
want to upset you, but I really want to know what pussy is like.  I can't
stop thinking about it."
   "Is that it?"
   Jakob stared into space and thought on it.  "Yeah, that's it."
   -_ Summer _-
   Saturday morning, Desmond drove Jakob to the outlet store out by the
highway.  Jakob had a handful of clothing let that fit him.  He'd grown
much taller and his muscles had divested him of his scrawny physique.
   "Then she stepped inside and closed the door.  She didn't look upset or
anything."
   "I stand corrected, you have used your demons.  That's exactly how it
works."
   "But I didn't know what I was doing.  You said I could do it without
saying the words."
   Desmond laughed and pulled a shirt down, held it to Jakob's neck, then
put it back.  "How many times must I tell you?  Of course you didn't know
what you were doing.  I am here as your teacher, you, the student, who
knows little."
   Jakob sighed.  "Yeah."
   "Then what happened?"
   "I asked her to open her robe and she told me not to be an ass.  End of
story." He adjusted the clothing on his arm.  "I'll go try these on."
   "I'll wait outside."
   Jakob stood in the mirror and smirked at his reflection.  He exited the
stall to see what Desmond thought.  A man stood near the sale rack, staring
at him when Desmond wasn't looking.
   "That looks good on you," said Desmond.
   Jakob nodded and went back into the stall.
   "One of yours," someone said.  "Just curious." The man's voice had a
lilting tone.  "I'm not jealous or anything.  How have you been?"
   Jakob put his clothing back on as if he were in a race.  He gathered the
items and exited the dressing room.  "I'll take these to the front."
   Desmond stood.  "Good bye."
   "How old is he?  Is he even legal?"
   Jakob did not slow to listen to Desmond's answer.
   ***
   Jakob climbed into Desmond's van with a set jaw and balled fist.
   "What's got you in such a state?"
   "Esben is being a fucking jerk.  He practically cornered me yesterday.
'Who are you leaving in the van with?  Who is he?  What does he want?  How
do you know him?'"
   "And what did you say?"
   "I told him to fuck off.  Chloe probably told him to do something he
wants me to do.  He's been up my ass lately."
   "You call your mom by her name, too?"
   "It makes me less angry."
   "Fair enough.  Then what?"
   "That's it.  Why can't he go back to ignoring me?  I'm older now.  I'm
surprised he knows I exist."
   "We can make that happen."
   Jakob turned a questioning expression to him.  "How?"
   "First, we'll need to set up surveillance."
   ***
   Esben toweled his naked body off with a smile.  He'd been to see his
wife today and was in a good mood.  Though he intended to bring up her
son's vagrant behavior, he didn't want to spoil their time together. 
Besides, she'd only blame him, say that he was supposed to be looking after
him.
   The bedroom door opened and Jakob entered the room.  "Don't worry about
other people.  I know how to take care of myself."
   Before Esben could form a question, the boy's mouth was around his cock.
   "What the hell do you think you're doing down there?" The sentence lost
its bite before he could finish it.  Jakob knew how to suck a cock, that
was for sure.
   Jakob took him deep, keeping just the right amount of suction.
   "Slow it down a little, yeah.  Shit, if you want it, get some." Esben
blew his breath out and put his hands on either side of Jakob's head. 
Fuck, and he'd left the door partially open.  What if Mina ...  Esben
grinned.  Mina rarely left her room.  Those damn games watched her more
than he did.  His daughter, at least, he could keep under control.
   Jakob sucked and pulled as he moved back, moaned and demanded Esben
spill into his mouth.
   "Be damned," his stepfather whispered.  When Esben's cock stiffened,
Jakob didn't gag.  Instead of having his hips moved, Esben grabbed the
kid's head and fucked his cock into his mouth.
   It wasn't long before he was really giving it to him.  If he liked
sucking cock this much, perhaps Esben would keep that child molester a
secret.
   "Oh fuck," Esben pressed Jakob's head all the way down and held him
there while he unloaded.
   Of course it was too good to be true.
   The letter arrived the next day.  Whoever drove that van had taped the
whole thing, complete with audio.  If he didn't want a copy delivered to
his friends and wife, then he'd let Jakob come and go as he pleased, and
keep Chloe from knowing about it.
   Also he had a doctor's appointment that Esben was required to take him
to.
   Esben was pissed, but his face was to the curb.  He couldn't say
anything about the man without revealing his moment of weakness.
   Since he was already in a bind, he decided to give the kid a few more
rounds.
   Jakob sucked Esben's cock like he needed it.  Perhaps they didn't get
Piet out the house fast enough.  Maybe the damage to Jakob had been done
much earlier.  Whoever taught him to suck cock was a master.
   If that's what the kid liked to do, who was he to stop him?  The more he
was out of the house, the less time he'd spend around his daughter.
   ***
   When Jakob saw Desmond he gave over every detail of what happened at
home, down to what his father tasted like and how long it took him to come.
   Desmond lay beside him and stroked his side.  "I wonder if it runs in
the family, how connected they are to their lusts.  Don't you have a
sister?"
   "My uh, yeah, Mina."
   "Mina.  She has a pussy.  She's home when you're not with me."
   Jakob's eyes concentrated on his.
   "Do you ever think about her?  Weren't you incessantly masturbating at
her age?"
   "I've never masturbated any other away."
   Desmond chuckled.
   Jakob flashed a grin, then shook his head.  "She's not like that."
   "I don't know.  I thought you might.  That's all."
   ***
   Desmond had obtained partial custody of Jakob.  That's the way it began
to feel.  It was his family that saw less of him than Desmond.  While
school was in session, be barely saw his family at all.  Now that it was
summer, would Desmond try to keep him the whole time?
   His father may not care, one less child that didn't belong to him in the
house, but his mother would notice.  Same way she noticed that he'd spent
more weekends out lately.
   Jakob spent more time at home when he wasn't with Desmond.  That meant a
few more run-ins with Esben, but not too much.  It was worth it to get to
know Mina.  All he really knew about the girl was that she was his younger
sister in the bedroom down the hall with a growing set of tits.  He had no
idea who she was as a person.
   He spent more time with her, even took turns on the gaming system.  She
had an awesome set up in her room.  Large fluffy bed, a matching bedroom
set, large television and stereo.  It was almost like visiting another
house.
   "What are you slumming in here for?" Mina asked.  "The weather is nice."
   "I want to be closer to you."
   "Oh yeah, that moment in the bathroom close?"
   "Well, in my dreams, sure, but you know, just close.  I barely know
you."
   "I barely recognize you!  How's puberty treating you?"
   "As well as it appears to be treating you."
   "I'm kicking your ass.  Pay more attention." Her cheeks turned crimson.
   Jakob smiled and refocused his efforts on the game.  He was going to pay
a lot more attention.
   ***
   Desmond used the harness for the massive plug.  Far larger than anything
practical.  It didn't even look like a sex toy.  It was a blow-up version
of a plug.
   Jakob shook his head.  What had he done to deserve this?  He inched
backwards.
   "Calm down." Desmond fit a bar into the center of it and tightened a
wing nut.  "You'll control it.  You'll be face down, the pulls on your arms
and legs will be an even ratio."
   Jakob took a full step forward.
   "Take it easy.  Slow.  This is about finding your new limit. 
Understood?"
   "Yes sir."
   "I need to know this information so that I don't hurt you." Desmond
signaled for Jakob to approach and enter the harness.
   Once he got Jakob into position, Desmond mounted the plug so that it
entered the tip of Jakob's ass at the very upper limit.  He locked in that
position with his head forward.
   "Take your time.  Start warming up."
   "But my muscles are stretched out this way."
   "Are they?" Desmond tapped his chin and appraised his work.  "Well, take
what time you have."
   "Fuck." Jakob swiveled and worked his asshole.  At least it was
lubricated like he promised.  The weight of both his body and plug held
steady, but he was going to need his arm strength when he got too low.  He
rested his head, pulled back onto the widening tip.  He grunted and paused,
his elbows slightly bent.
   His arms muscles burned while holding the this new position.  Jakob
wriggled a little deeper onto the plug, breathing, focusing on the
stimulation.  Instead of pushing down, he tugged upwards and danced his way
back down.
   The method seemed to put the least strain on his arms.  Once he was low
enough, he could clench his ass enough to give his arms a break.
   Cool lubricant kissed his anal ring.
   "Thank you."
   Desmond said, "Mmm hmm." He put one large hand on his ass, rubbed it the
way he liked.
   "Ugh, fuck.  I'm going to lose my concentration like this."
   "Good."
   Jakob's arms went slack and the counter weight of the plug pressed into
his ass.
   "Embrace who you are.  Quiet your mind and listen.  Truth is revealed to
you in such moments.  You will know when you need to serve and when you are
called to teach.  Be something you are not and your demons will turn bored.
Once the demons are within you, they will not leave.  They want you to be
powerful and will help you stay on path." His warmed ass cheek missed the
lost of Desmond's touch.
   Desmond circled the harness and lay down under him.
   Jakob's face could almost reach his cock, but he had to rock back a bit
further to capture him with his mouth.  Was this man always so focused on
causing him discomfort?  He wriggled and pushed back.  It was only a light
burn, and it didn't even seem too far in.  How was Desmond going to get a
good depth measurement if it hurt so much so soon?
   Jakob smiled to himself.  It wasn't about getting deeper, just wider. 
He pulled on the handles.  He hissed, whimpered.
   "Fuck," Jakob dripped sweat, but he didn't do what every muscle in his
body wanted - tense up and get the fuck away.  "Fuck, oh fuck." He hadn't
hurt himself, at least that was his hope.  Somehow this was the perfect
balance of pleasure, pain, that spot inside him being touched, and little
teases of that deeper area.  If he could hit it right there.
   Desmond moved.  He pulled on the plug and let it fall back, lubricant
wet the edges again.  Desmond rocked Jakob, but instead of going lower, he
was pulling the plug out.
   Jakob found the position both sublime and harrowing.  He didn't complain
about it being over.  Each time the plug bumped the bottom, Jakob learned
to bear through it.  The difference between discomfort and pain was a
lesson well learned.
   Cool air made his insides feel weird.  Desmond's slick fingers circled
his opening.  His other hand crushed and squeezed the opposite cheek from
before.
   "Embrace who you are.  Give into your lust.  Thusly, you will always
know joy and power.  The demons will always work for you because your body
will become their paradise."
   ***
   Embrace who he was.  Jakob thought about that on the ride in the back of
Desmond's van.
   Miss Primrose bought herself a new dress.  She lived across the street.
The low-cut framed her breasts as she played in the yard with her children.
Jakob got hard watching her from his window.  He couldn't find a panty
line. Did she wear the kind where the string goes up the butt?
   He considered bringing up the girlfriend conversation again.  Women and
girls alike were walking around in micro-shorts and tanks, eager to take
his attention in the right direction.
   Once the garage door closed, they got out the van.  Since they tried the
plug yesterday, Jakob suspected he'd be at this new activity for the rest
of the week.  It didn't take long though, a few minutes of bliss.
   Jakob grabbed the groceries on the way out, but set them down in the
foyer.  He undressed next to the door.  He had his own shelf and coat rack.
Though Jakob had considered himself one of many of Desmond's friends, he'd
seen little evidence of anyone other than himself in the house.  The other
drawers were not empty, but most of the items belonged to Desmond.  The
more clothing and toys he accumulated, the more the 'guest' room became
his.
   Desmond came to the door and took up the groceries as Jakob stepped out
of his briefs.
   "Why are you wearing those?"
   "I have to wear them to hide my erection."
   "Never do that again.  Don't hide it.  How will you catch fish if you
don't show your bait?"
   Jakob furrowed his brows.  "I'd get in trouble."
   "Not for being hard, not at your age.  If you make a tent in your pants,
ignore it.  Embrace yourself.  Do not call attention to it, and do not
pretend embarrassment.  If you are asked, say that it happens all the time
whether you want it to or not."
   "And when they ask about my lack of underwear?"
   "It gets in the way of needing to use it.  Don't suffocate in those
things.  Get rid of them." Desmond stalked off to the kitchen.
   "Yes sir." Jakob smiled as he tossed the briefs into the waste bin.  He
hadn't forgotten about a girlfriend after all.  Cool.  But how was he going
to bait anything now that school was out?
   Instead of the harness, Desmond introduced him to a statue.  It was
secured to the ground where he usually sat in his chair.  It was a statue
of a tapered dildo.
   "Get on it.  Don't touch yourself.  Only I have permission to touch
you."
   Jakob inspected the statue, it was dry, but soft and smooth.  The
material seemed quite similar to skin, though it was colored black.  He
huffed softly and hid his smile.  He got the lubricant off the table and
slathered the top of the statue, then he held his two fingers up, on his
way to stuffing a glob of lube up his ass.
   "Desmond, would you please warm my asshole with your fingers.  Could you
get my asshole really wet so that I can fuck this dildo?  I'm excited to
get that monster dildo up my ass, but I can't touch myself.  Only you can
touch me Desmond, would you do it for me please?  I really want that
massive dildo up my ass."
   Desmond was already crawling toward him with a smile on his face.  "I'm
very proud of you, Jakob.  You even sounded like you meant all of that."
   "That's unfair.  I did mean it." His eyes shut as Demond's wet fingers
went up his ass.  It was just easier to skip right to the pleading.  Jakob
would keep talking until Desmond gave his answer.  If he wanted Desmond to
do something quickly, then he had to make it abundantly clear.  If it could
happen in the next hour or within the next week, Jakob would only mention
his desire in passing.
   Fuck, like the girlfriend thing.
   "You think everything is a monster dildo, Jakob.  What about my cock?"
   "The king of all beasts!"
   They laughed, but Jakob was soon back to moaning.
   "All right slut, get on it."
   Jakob found pleasure with the tapered end immediately.  He was able to
squat down on it without a problem.  The problem was that it widened too
quickly.  What little he already had inside him felt good.  Little shivers
of excitement ran through his body.  He stopped squirmed and adjusted his
legs.
   "Desmond, pull my ass wider please."
   "I'm right here." He eased behind him and stroked his ass and thighs
outward.  "Take your time, the stimulation will open you up."
   His internal muscles cramped around the large intrusion.  Jakob
whimpered and rose off the dildo.  Though Desmond's hands still cradled his
ass, they did not help him.
   "Is this how you're going to want me to fuck you?" Jakob leaned back and
rested on Desmond's chest.  The man's actual cock pressed to the small of
his back.
   "I'd want you to face me.  This is about you, Jakob."
   "Lower me onto it." Jakob pulled his knees until he balanced on his
toes. He shut his eyes and waited, relaxed his body.
   Desmond lifted Jakob up and off the dildo.  He went over Desmond's
shoulder with an oomph.  Jakob panted and blinked his eyes clear.  They
were leaving the equipment room, going down the hall.  Desmond lay him down
on the bed.
   Jakob rarely saw Desmond's bedroom.  Most often he got a free pass in it
whenever he passed out, but usually Desmond would hold him in his lap on
the couch.  When Jakob spent nights over, they passed out in the equipment
room or the living room.
   The moment Jakob was on his back Desmond positioned him on the bed,
lifted his leg until he could grab it.  He brought over the small basin of
cream and rubbed it into Jakob's rectum.
   Jakob braced up on one elbow and his eyes widened.  Desmond had four
fingers inside him!  It was a strange sight.  Desmond's hands were not
small.  Four of them together wasn't much different than...
   Viscous leaked out of the head of Desmond's cock.  It wouldn't be long
until the sheets were soaked with the stuff.  What was that Desmond said
once?  His demons wanted him?
   "On your side."
   Jakob dropped the elbow and rolled onto his extended his leg.
   "I've got something with your name on it, piglet." Desmond hooked his
arm under Jakob's chest and held him by his bent leg.  The warm squish
against his hole was Desmond's cock.
   Jakob settled into his chest and focused on widening his ass.  He needed
to take the head up so that Desmond could fill him up.  This is what he
prepared for, but quickly learned that Desmond had other plans.
   "Fuck," Jakob whimpered.  "Ugh!  Wait, wait."
   Desmond tightened his grip on him.  "Calm down.  Your body, your mind,
your spirit.  All of it is ready now.  You can handle this." Desmond pulled
his ass apart, and rocked slightly.  He was doing exactly as Jakob would
have.  Bouncing at a spot before moving a little deeper.
   Jakob sighed and bounced back onto him.
   "The demons of lust desire to fuck you.  How do you answer?"
   "I surrender to my demons."
   The moment Jakob thought the pain would become too great, like the panic
of a new plug, the head of Desmond's cock popped inside him.
   "I submit to lust," Jakob panted and shuddered.  "I succumb to my primal
desire.  Submission is power."
   "This is the moment you've been dreaming about since the first time you
saw my cock, since the first time I touched your ass.  I praise you, Jakob.
I worship you.  I honor you.  You're taking my cock up your ass.  How much
of it do you want tonight?  Show me."
   Desmond brought his leg under Jakob's and pulled his bent leg open.  A
real cock had little comparison to the toys.  More than the man's size and
constant pumps, the fact that it was Desmond, that he truly was fucking
him. It hurt, he was that big, but this wasn't going to kill him.
   Desmond took hold of his cock and made a fist around it's leaking tip.
Jakob fucked Desmond's cock and fist at the same time.
   He chuckled.
   "Told you, didn't I?"
   Jakob turned to smile at him.  "Yeah.  You're a great teacher." His
breath cut short and he bowed his head.  That one got him in the gut. 
Desmond didn't move a muscle.  Desmond's chin rested on his shoulder.  His
tongue flickered out and licked his skin.
   The motion made him think of the very rare times that Desmond would lick
around the rim of his anus.  It was one of those rare treats he only got
when Desmond was feeling very generous.
   He found the right position and worked a little further back.
   "That's all I needed to know," Desmond whispered.  He took hold of
Jakob's hips, slid out then reversed direction and slid that much and more
back in.  "Right there?"
   "Yes, sir." Jakob moaned he braced on his thighs and bounced down on his
cock.  He gut was full of him.  Jakob didn't know if he was allowed or if
he'd be able to stop.  Desmond cock kept sliding deeper, closer to that
spot.
   His little bounces got up to a steady speed.  Jakob's ass and leg
muscles twitched each time he came down on Desmond.  It was almost like the
chair, but better.  Now that he was at the perfect angle, he didn't have to
stop and wait for Desmond to adjust the seat.
   Jakob's cock leaked, a little drop forming and growing each time he
settled lower.  At this point, when his cock began to milk, Jakob would go
off into his fantasy world in the chair.  That the fantasies were about
Desmond didn't bother him as much as he knew it should.
   "Use my body," Jakob whispered.  "Fill me with your power."
   "Ride my cock, piglet.  Are you milking piglet?  Is that your fuck juice
dripping down my nuts?"
   "Yes sir."
   "Time you got some more of it then." Desmond eased deeper, but slow. 
Jakob moaned and trembled as more of Desmond's cock entered his ass.  He
probably could have told him it was too much, but it felt even better when
he started to bounce on it.
   Jakob was too low to use his legs.  He leaned forward and braced with
his arms.  "Desmond." He whimpered the name into his arms, but he didn't
have anything to say or ask.  He suspected why this was the moment when
people called out for their gods.  He wanted to call out to his master, to
let him know that he was needed.  That he needed his power.
   Fuck he needed this man, he needed to please him.  Was this what he
meant by the frenzy of lust?  Each time Jakob thought he understood what
the phrase, he achieved a new intensity.  The things he said in lust defied
reason later, but they were only words.  No real harm or damage could come
from words.
   Rocking back on his knees, Jakob's thighs met Desmond's.
   Desmond wrapped both his arms tight around Jakob.  They breathed in each
other's faces, necks turned, foreheads dripping sweat.  Their lips were
close, but not yet touching.  The heat of their exhalations, two bulls face
to face, whispered over their mouths.
   Desmond cleared his throat and braced back on his hands.  "When you pull
off, go all the way to the tip, keep your asshole tight."
   "Like your fist?"
   "Yeah."
   Jakob clamped down and pulled until he felt the head, then went back
down.  He started the process over and got to the end with a smoother
motion.  His body trembled as he went as quickly as his pain tolerance
would allow.
   "That's it, piglet.  It's your first time on my cock, so you do whatever
you want with it, fuck slut.  You know how to get your hole wet.  My demons
take great pleasure in you.  You have been transformed.  Submit to it."
   Jakob remained present enough to know when Desmond asked a question. 
All else faded.  He pushed and stretched up and down Desmond's cock.
   "Can we switch positions?" Jakob paused on the end of Desmond's cock.
   "If we stop now, I'm going to be inside you for another hour."
   Jakob tossed a coy look over his shoulder.  "I'll make sure my hole is
wet enough to accommodate you, sir."
   Desmond smirked and lay on the bed.  He held his cock by the base while
Jakob squat down over him.  "I'm glad you're in such a ravenous state. 
Your father said you could spend the night."
   Jakob made a note to conserve his energy.
   ***
   Esben took it upon himself to switch their family doctor.  Jakob had no
idea why he was taken to see a doctor.  He hadn't been ill in years.  His
mother hadn't been happy about it, but she liked the discount.  Esben got a
pat on the head.
   A nurse came into the waiting room.  "Jakob Jansen?"
   He got up and looked back, but Esben waved him on.  "I'll be back to get
you."
   The nurse smiled and nodded.  "First door on your right." She escorted
him into a straight-backed chair and took his blood pressure, set out a
piece of paper over a padded bench.
   She handed him a cup.  "I'll need a urine sample."
   "I need to pee in this?"
   "Yes."
   Jakob pulled out his penis, and after a moments concentration, filled
the cup with urine.
   "That ...  is good." She seemed impressed when the flow cut off before
it got to the top.  "I'll take that.  The doctor will be with you in a few.
Go on and get undressed." She put her hand up.  "Wait till I'm gone." Her
cheeks reddened and she set the urine sample in a window.
   Once she was gone, he kicked out of his shoes, pulled off his socks,
stepped out of his shorts and covered the pile of clothing with his shirt.
Goosebumps covered his arms.
   The sink was deep.  The glass jars with silver tops.  One of them
contained nothing but super-long q-tips.  A short stool with rollers.  A
bench without any tie-downs or straps, but it was plugged into the wall.
   Jakob perched on the bench.  The paper under him crinkled.  His long
legs hung over the side.
   Tap tap on the door.  The doctor had gray and brown hair, full beard,
but the hair was a cropped close.  He smiled at him.  "Jakob Jansen?"
   "Yes sir."
   "My name is Doctor Gerald Jinich.  How are you today?"
   "Fine," Jakob's voice cracked.  He coughed.  "Fine, sir."
   Dr.  Jinich took the stool, opening the folder in his hand and asked
about medications, aches and pains, illnesses, his diet.  As Jakob
answered, the doctor made brief notes on the paper.
   "Hop down from there and get on this scale." He slid the metal parts
back and forth.  "Turn around." He steadied his shoulder and pulled on the
scale until something rested on the top of his head.  "Stand nice and
straight."
   Jakob squared his shoulders and looked forward.  "Step forward.  Good."
   He wrapped measuring tape around Jakob's forehead, above his ears.  He
complied with each request to lift or lower his arms or legs.  After each
measurement he went back to his folder.  "You have a very fit body. 
Healthy.  Sit on the exam table."
   Jakob returned to the paper covered bench.  "What's this for?" He picked
up the crinkly square of paper.  It unfolded to a large rectangle.
   "For those who are not comfortable with their nudity." The doctor
gathered the extra paper and tossed it into a waste bin.  He took a machine
off the wall, placed a cover on the tip and set it inside his ear.  A warm
light turned on.  He moved to the other ear.
   Jakob waited anxiously as the doctor went back to the wall for other
tools.  He used a pen light to look into his eyes.  The large wooden stick
held down his tongue while the doctor examined his throat.
   "Healthy mouth, Jakob.  I see you take good care of your hygiene."
   "Thank you sir."
   "You're quite welcome." He used both hands to feel Jakob's neck.  Both
his hands were pleasantly warm, firm.  His thumbs massaged under his jaw.
"Hands behind your head."
   He pressed tender parts of his armpits, and parts of his chest.  He used
his index finger to massage the perimeter of Jakob's nipple, then switched
to the other.
   Jakob grinned.  "That feels nice."
   "Sensitive.  That's good." He pinched the end, held it for a few
seconds, then let go.
   The doctor moved to Jakob's face.  A few open-palmed strokes of his jaw,
back and forth.  "Doesn't look like you'll be shaving soon.  Lucky you."
   Dr.  Jinich pulled a stethoscope from the wall use used it to listen to
Jakob's lungs.
   "Take slow, deep breaths." The chilly disk moved from section to section
as Jakob took long breaths.  When he was finished, more notes.
   "Lie back." He pressed tight to her abdomen in several spots.  "Good."
His hand pressed above Jakob's groin.  He pressed on the areas where
Jakob's leg met his groin.
   Jakob squeezed his eyes shut.  He chewed the side of his tongue as a
familiar tingle stirred in his groin.
   "Bend your legs back.  There you go.  Can you hold the bottoms of your
feet?"
   Jakob was familiar with this position.
   The doctor sat on his stool and snapped on a pair of gloves.  He placed
his gloved finger under his testicle.  The slight thickening of his cock
continued.  Dr.  Jinich prodded and pressed along his scrotum.  A few times
it was slightly uncomfortable, but not painful.
   The man switched to using both hands to manipulate and tug which had his
cock fully erect.  Jakob breathed hard into his knee.  Would the doctor be
upset about this?  He didn't want him to say anything to his parents.
   "Get up.  Turn around.  Then I want you to bend over the table." The
doctor rolled back and stepped on a pedal.  The exam table lowered.
   Jakob hopped down and lay his chest over the raised end.  His ass arched
upward, his cock tapped the paper under the raised end.
   Dr.  Jinich covered his fingers in lubricant and took a seat on the
stool.  "This may feel cool as I insert my finger.  Bear down once you feel
pressure."
   "Would that be easier if I opened it for you?"
   He nodded.
   Jakob relaxed his body, opened his bottom.
   "Impressive.  Can you make it wider?"
   "Not right now, only after I play with my toys."
   Dr.  Jinich slowly penetrated his sphincter.  The stuff on his fingers
was more cold than cool, but it made him plenty slick.  He moved his
fingers back and forth, twisting around the sensitive rim.
   He moaned with an open mouth, soft sounds that he made while breathing
deep and slow.  Jakob shuddered and his ass rolled back.  "Ugh, that's my
spot."
   "Yes.  It feels healthy.  Are you ready to give me your semen sample?"
   Jakob let out a low moan while nodding.
   "All right." He pulled out his fingers and snapped off his gloves. 
"Here.  Fill that up for me." He wheeled over to his folder.
   When the doctor turned around Jakob was still trying to find a good
position to jerk off and aim for the cup.
   Dr.  Jinich dropped his pants and rolled over table.
   Jakob crawled onto the floor and got on his knees between his legs. 
Jakob opened his mouth and sucked his cock inside.
   For two seconds, Jakob wondered if he'd done the wrong thing.  It was as
if a switch had been flipped.  He saw a cock and wanted to taste it.
   The doctor chuckled, ruffled his hair.  "You're one hell of a well
trained pup.  Here, lay on the bench.  Hand me that cup.  Good.  Back to
sucking."
   Jakob lay on his side, tonguing and sucking on the doctor's cock while
the man fingered his ass.  He started with one, went to two.  Jakob sucked
harder, wondering how many he'd use.
   To make someone else ejaculate inside him was an honor.  Supposedly, his
demons would be fed and he'd get some kind of gift or power.  That his
doctor seemed to be horny made this a great opportunity.
   The doctor was good at working his asshole open.  He set a slower rhythm
after adding each new finger.  When he worked up to a decent pace then
slowed and added another.  Jakob moaned and sucked and within seconds the
man was giving him his seed.
   Jakob swallowed every drop.
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Written: May 2015
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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