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Alastor had a rut every ten years.
Once a decade the animalistic side of his demon form would flood his body with testosterone and he’d be at the mercy of his own primal instincts. The normally so poised and proper Radio Demon, who any other time didn’t have interest in non-cannibalistic carnal desires of the flesh, was a victim of his body’s hormones. Hormones that told him over and over relentlessly for weeks: mate, mate, mate.
Alastor handled his rut differently than other sinner demons who suffered the same punishment as him. They might go out and find a sexual partner or twelve to satisfy their urges. Or if they had already an established partner, have a weeks long marathon fuck fest until it passes. Alastor on the other hand, just used his hand.
When not in a rut, Alastor would rarely think about sex. It was such a low priority compared to more important matters, like making deals, his radio show, or hunting down his next meal and eating them alive. It was just not of any interest to him. But during a rut, it was on his mind constantly. He thought about it a lot, even fantasized about it. What it would be like and how it would feel. Imagining if he actually did have someone else in his bed, creaking and straining as he took out all his pent up sexual frustration out on them, finally giving into his urges.
But he never actually went through with it.
He wasn’t completely opposed to the idea. In the right circumstances, he could possibly go along with it. That’s what he told himself anyway. It wouldn’t be with just anyone though. His fantasies were exciting, erotic, highly arousing. Then he’d look around and see what actual demons he had to choose from and immediately lose interest.
They were just so boring.
That was Alastor’s true punishment in Hell. Monotonous, unforgiving, miserable boredom. He craved entertainment more than anything.
That’s how this game he liked to play started. Every rut cycle, he’d go to a bar and scout out potential partners. He didn’t actually plan on having sex with any of them and never did. But he found the thought and tease of it titillating. It was the chase that excited him. He blamed that on his rut instincts. Male deer chase female does for days while in a rut. Alastor didn’t go through with the act, but desired the pursuit.
At the bar, he would hit on a demon if they caught his eye. Buy them a drink and strike up conversation. Or sometimes they hit on him. The men were more forward about it, or even downright vulgar— getting straight to the point they were looking for a hook up. The women would flirt with him, giggling and batting their eyes, smitten by his charming demeanor and dapper appearance.
None of them ever got to go home with him. They were just too boring for Alastor.
He also very much enjoyed getting people’s hopes up, making them think they were going to get lucky, and then brutally dashing them by ultimately rejecting them.
It was an entertaining game. Even though it left everyone involved sexually frustrated. Alastor would go home and take care of his urges the best he could on his own with his hand.
Alastor went to a new bar this year. There wasn’t anything in particular that made him choose that one. The one he went to ten years ago had shut down and this new one was as good as any. It was a bit of a dive, the kind of bar with a healthy mix of locals who wanted a drink after a long day of work and sinners just looking to mingle.
Alastor took a seat at the bar and ordered a bourbon. Without making it obvious, he began to survey the scene for his potential mark. He sipped his drink, never dropping his confident smile, as his gaze roamed around the bar. They may have been different people than ten years ago, but to Alastor it all seemed the same. Not an interesting one in the lot. The same types year after year. They could have perhaps even been the same as ten years ago and Alastor wouldn’t know the difference. They were all so forgettable.
He was contemplating leaving and trying another bar when he spotted him. A sinner at a table in the corner all the way at the back of the bar. It was so dark he wouldn’t have seen him at all had it not been for that light radiating from his head. It created a small glow around the table in that dark corner.
Alastor had never seen anything like it. A sinner demon whose head was a square box that lit up. With a screen for a face. And antennae sticking from the top of it. He even sported a little hat on it. It was difficult to see much below that, obscured by an orange turtleneck shirt and a dark jacket. But that head was plenty to catch Alastor’s eye.
“Finally,” said Alastor to himself. “Something new around here.”
Alastor motioned to the bartender. “I’d like to buy that fellow in the corner a drink,” Alastor said to him.
“Yes, sir.”
The bartender obeyed and brought the drink to the table. Alastor couldn’t hear across the bar, but he assumed the bartender told the uniquely shaped sinner it was from Alastor, as he pointed back at Alastor after he set the drink on the table.
The box-headed sinner looked in the direction the bartender pointed. His expression changed from confused to mild panic when it appeared he recognized who Alastor was. Alastor smiled at him. The sinner smiled hesitantly back.
“Thanks,” he mouthed from across the bar, holding up the drink like a toast.
And that was enough of an invitation for Alastor. He made his way across the bar, his own drink in hand, to stand in front of Vox’s table.
Alastor pointed to the empty chair in front of the sinner. “May I join you?” he asked with his usual confident smile.
“Uh, sure,” the sinner replied with a nervous smile. “Though I don’t know if I should be flattered or terrified. Aren’t you the notorious Radio Demon?”
“I am,” said Alastor as he took his seat in the empty chair. “But call me Alastor.”
“I’m Vox,” replied Vox. “You probably haven’t heard of me. I’ve only been in Hell a couple years now.” Then he took an apprehensive sip of his drink, looking unsure what else to say.
“So that’s who you are. But I’m more interested in what you are.” Alastor pointed to Vox’s boxy head with his staff. “I’ve never seen another demon with such a unique form before! Tell me, how does it work? You have some sort of picture box, self-illuminating head with glass for a face.” Alastor watched curiously as the liquid in Vox’s drink disappeared as it was raised to his screen. “Yet you can clearly drink.”
“Hmm?” Vox set down the glass, half empty now. “Oh, yeah. It’s still a fully functioning mouth. It can eat, drink, you know … all the normal stuff a mouth can do.”
Alastor grinned slyly, arching an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, I mean—“ Vox stopped himself and widened his eyes, seeming to notice the way Alastor was looking at him. “Um …”
“Tell me,” said Alastor, not breaking eye contact. “What else can you do? Can you cry?”
Vox’s eyes darted around nervously, as if searching for help. “Yes?” he said, looking terrified that Alastor would test his answer for himself. “I’m not a machine. I have normal bodily functions and fluids.”
“Interesting …” Alastor said, his mischievous grin growing wider.
Vox rubbed the back of his boxy head. The screen started to tint pink. “Oh, um, yeah. I just realized how that sounded. I swear I’m normal.”
“Well, clearly you can blush,” said Alastor, relishing in how easily flustered this Vox fellow was. This mark was going to be so easy to break his heart, he thought. “I do hope I haven’t embarrassed you.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” said Vox, not really sounding fine. “You’re not the first person to ask me about this. But I really am more organic than I look. My head might look like a television, but the rest of me is demon. In fact, believe it or not— well, you know how a lot of sinners have animal traits? I actually have shark traits too.”
“What an unusual combination!” Alastor had heard of television, but being a relatively new medium, didn’t know much about it. He vaguely remembered seeing one in a store window and finally recognized it as what Vox’s head resembled. “A television and sharks? The absurdity is amusing!”
Vox looked slightly offended. “Is it really that weird? Sharks actually use electricity too. And besides, you’re the Radio Demon and you have deer traits.”
“Touché,” Alastor conceded, but didn’t show his slight offense. He didn’t like his deer traits. At least not this time of the decade. “But I will have to disagree with you about being ‘normal.’ You being very not normal is what caught my eye in the first place. I also don’t quite see the resemblance to sharks you’re referring to.”
“Well, I have shark teeth.” Vox flashed his sharp, toothy smile before continuing. “But yeah, the rest of it is hidden under my clothes. The gill slits and the—“ Vox abruptly cut himself off. “Actually, nevermind.”
“No, tell me,” said Alastor, genuinely curious. “What else is shark like about you?”
Vox sighed. “Well, you asked. You know how sharks have two dicks?”
“Oh!” Alastor startled, not expecting him to say that. He thought his answer would be something like fins or a tail. Definitely not that. “I actually didn’t!”
“Oh.” Vox hesitated. “They do. I have two dicks.”
“Fascinating!” Alastor said brightly. Vox’s box head was more than enough to intrigue Alastor. It was truly one of a kind. Then Vox dropped two more on him.
“It actually kinda sucks.” Vox seemed more relaxed then. Alastor wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or how Alastor seemed have briefly let down his guard when Vox had startled him. But Vox seemed more at ease speaking to Alastor then.
“Why’s that?”
“You don’t wanna know.” Vox’s smile was gone then. It was actually a frown as he looked away and took another sip from his drink.
“Actually, I do,” Alastor said truthfully. He didn’t like being teased. This kind of stuff normally didn’t interest him, but this new demon was surprising him over and over. It was refreshing. It was exciting. He wanted to know as much as he could.
Vox finished his second drink. He set the empty glass on the table and took a big breath. “All right. If you really want to know, I’ll tell you. So I can’t really ever have sex that’s satisfying. Because both dicks have these little spines that come out shortly before I … uh …” he trailed off.
Alastor grew impatient. “Finish your—“
“Finish, that’s it.” Vox seemed relieved that Alastor said it for him. “I can’t finish because the spines will come out. They’re like little hooks. Real sharks have them to hold their penis into place because shark sex is apparently really violent and the female thrashes around the whole time. So for me, that means I always have to pull out before finishing because no one wants sharp spines inside them.”
Alastor blinked hard. He didn’t really know what he expected as an answer, but it wasn’t that. Which was exactly what he wanted. He was used to the boring and predictable. This demon was unloading something new on him every time he spoke, even more captivating than the last, as their conversation continued. Alastor was actually disturbed by it but was quite all right with that. He was thrilled that there finally was a demon somewhere interesting enough to throw even him off. It was refreshing.
And in a sexless rut, he could also relate to Vox’s frustration of never being satisfied.
“That is not what I thought you were going to say,” Alastor finally mustered as a reply.
Vox smirked back. He seemed even more confident then after Alastor appeared to be taken aback. “You thought I was gonna say it was because no one ever wants to take both at the same time, didn’t you?” Vox seemed amused that Alastor, moments ago so confident and smug, was still staring back at him with wide eyes that gave him away despite his perpetual smile. “Well, that’s actually not really a problem. I mean—that is exactly what happens. Some people talk a big game, saying they can take it. But when it comes down to the actual heat of the moment, they all chicken out. They’re side by side, like this.” Vox held up his index and middle finger together in a V shape. “So it’s awkward. I’ve tried, trust me—like angling different ways. It’s just uncomfortable.”
Alastor was also feeling very uncomfortable as he listened. But loved that he was feeling something. Finally someone could manage to evoke some kind of emotion out of him. Finally someone could entertain him. Unlike most sinners too boring for even a second glance.
Vox motioned to the bartender for another drink, then continued. “But that actually doesn’t bother me. One suits me just fine. I thought it was strange until I learned that’s how actual sharks mate, then it made more sense. They just use one. The other is just like a back up.”
“A back up,” Alastor repeated, trying to process that. “Why do they need a back up? Most species just have the one.”
“I told you shark sex is violent. There’s a high chance of one getting ripped off.” Vox chuckled then said, “Luckily I’ve never had that problem though. I’ve only had normal sex—nothing violent.”
“Shame,” Alastor said without missing a beat. “Normal is so dreadfully boring.”
The bartender approached the table with Vox’s drink. Vox stared back at Alastor awkwardly while he waited for the bartender to finish and walk away out of earshot.
“Um, right,” Vox said as he reached for his drink, looking unsure. “Well, anyway, now you know. It’s my cross to bear, I guess you could say. My punishment in Hell for being a dick in my living life. Now I have two dicks, which sounds fun, but really isn’t. Just a pain in the ass.”
“Quite literally,” Alastor said with a smirk.
Vox laughed, seeming to find Alastor’s response genuinely funny. “You know, you’re not as scary as people say you are.”
Alastor was glad to hear him say that. Vox was so naive. He had no idea. “People down here are so often liars.”
“I mean, not gonna lie, I was scared when you first sat down,” Vox admitted. “I’ve heard some scary shit about you. I thought you were gonna try to trick me into selling my soul.” Then Vox grinned, looking like he was about to crack up again. “But then we just ended up talking about my two dicks.”
Alastor swirled his bourbon, smiling deviously back as Vox sipped his drink. “Indeed, it was absolutely enthralling. I’d love to see them sometime.”
Vox spat out his drink.
Alastor didn’t flinch. He just kept grinning back at Vox with that toothy smile, eyes half-lidded, just ambiguously flirty enough to keep Vox guessing.
Vox wiped his mouth. “Are … are you serious?” he stammered.
“Quite,” said Alastor, leaning his face into his hands, elbows on the table. “I’ve never even thought of such of thing, let alone seen it. It would be a truly unique sight. I’m genuinely curious. So is now a good time for you?”
Vox glanced tentatively to the door. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then must have liked what he thought about, because he looked back at Alastor with a smirk. “Well, my apartment is only two blocks away.”
So he’d earned his trust already, Alastor thought. Vox was both an interesting and easy mark. “So bold of you to think you can take me home.” Vox’s disappointed frown was brief when Alastor continued. “… how about a quick peek out in the alley outside?”
“How about we go out to my car?” Vox suggested.
“Deal.”
Alastor paid both of their tabs and they made their way to the parking lot. Vox led them to his car, which was thankfully parked under one of the few street lamps, as it was an otherwise very dark lot.
Vox opened the door of his car for Alastor like a gentleman. Alastor nodded appreciatively and climbed inside. Vox was right behind him.
They both tried to make themselves comfortable in the relatively small backseat. It was a blue 1967 Volkswagen Squareback—not the roomiest of cars. There are a lot of Volkswagens in Hell because of reasons.
Vox leaned back against the inside of the car door, undoing his belt. Alastor watched curiously from the seat beside him.
“Here goes nothing, I guess,” said Vox.
Vox pulled down the top of his pants and boxers, revealing what was underneath. He had not been lying. There were indeed two.
Alastor looked at them with eager curiosity. They were a light shade of blue and side by side, as Vox had said. Like a shark’s rubbery skin, they looked smooth to the touch. They didn’t have quite as defined a head as a human penis, but still looked very phallic.
“So uh … there they are,” Vox said sheepishly as Alastor’s gaze lingered on uncomfortably long.
“Fascinating. I came for a show and you did not disappoint,” Alastor finally said. He almost said freak show but thought better of it.
As Alastor continued to stare, Vox’s dicks both twitched simultaneously, starting to become erect.
“Sorry,” said Vox, blushing and glancing away. “It happens. Especially with you staring like that so close to me …”
“Quite all right.” Alastor did not seem to mind. “Like I said, I came for a show. Might as well see them at their full potential in all their glory, right?”
Another twitch and they both were at about half mast then. “… yeah?”
A bead of sweat dripped from Alastor’s forehead. His body was betraying him. His rut made it suddenly feel so stifling hot in that car. His heart was racing. His body was sweaty under his clothes. He regretted getting in that car. He’d never gone this far with his game before. He would lead them on but they didn’t usually get to take their pants off. It never went further than those flirty looks, bedroom eyes that never actually led to the bedroom, or this one time someone was bold enough to sensually rub his thigh. That guy is dead now.
“You seem to be enjoying the show a lot,” Vox said playfully. He pointedly eyed the bulge in Alastor’s pants.
Alastor started getting hard when Vox did. His libido was in overdrive from his rut and unlike usually, it didn’t take much to arouse him during this time.
Vox seemed to finally let down his guard. He reached down between his legs and gripped both his half-hard cocks in his hand. “Guess you’ll just have to keep watching,” he said as he started to stroke himself.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Alastor had wanted to see them out of curiosity. Then he planned on teasing Vox, getting his hopes up, then leaving as he always did. Now he felt a rare hot pool of arousal flush between his legs. His erection pressed uncomfortably against the seam of his pants. He couldn’t look away from Vox stroking himself. Face and skin burning, he was like Icarus flying too close to the sun. Now he was drowning in a sea of his own rut-induced hormones.
Vox seemed to delight in watching how red Alastor was flushing as he watched. “If this is what you really wanted, you should have just said so,” he said with a smirk.
Alastor’s eyes moved along with Vox’s hand, up and down his two cocks. They were both fully hard then and barely fit in his hand. Alastor had never seen anything like it.
“What else do you want to do?” Vox asked, glancing down to his hand pumping his cocks then looking back to Alastor. “Do you want to touch them?”
Alastor watched as Vox let go of one of his dicks. It flopped onto the inside of Vox’s thigh. The other remained in his hand. He stroked it slowly, running his fingers along the shaft, then rubbed teasingly at the tip, then back down again. His untouched erection twitched needily against his leg.
Vox leaned in closer to Alastor. They were so very close then. Volkswagen backseats are tiny. “You can if you want,” Vox said with a mischievous grin.
Alastor swallowed hard, not wanting to let on how heavily affected he was by his rut. He needed to maintain that air of control. “It certainly is a rare opportunity,” he said, his voice sounding only slightly strained. “I’d be foolish not to take it, wouldn’t I?”
Alastor’s hand was shaky when he reached for it. He hoped Vox didn’t notice. Can’t have the reputation of the big bad Radio Demon tarnished by something as trivial as this. But it wasn’t exactly something he was used to doing.
Alastor felt it twitch against him when he curled his finger’s around Vox’s other cock, the one Vox had let go. He tried to match Vox’s movements, sliding his hand up and down at the same pace Vox did with the other. Alastor could hear Vox’s breathing pick up.
“Oh yeah,” Vox groaned, arching a little into Alastor’s hand.
Vox picked up his pace and Alastor followed suit. He leaned his head back against the inside of the door, enjoying the feeling of both of them jerking him off simultaneously.
“That feels so good,” Vox said to the roof of the car.
Alastor wasn’t sure what his endgame was here. He wanted to see them, and he did. He wanted to touch them, and he did. He could still back out. Get this fellow hot and bothered and then take off. It would be the ultimate tease. Double cockblocked. Leave his actually blue balls even bluer. It wasn’t too late.
He was still weighing his options when he felt Vox shift on the seat. Then felt Vox’s hands—he must have let go of the dick he was stroking, Alastor realized— reach for Alastor’s belt buckle. Alastor’s body language went rigidly stiff. He could still back out.
Alastor remained frozen, except for his hand still palming one of Vox’s dicks, as he watched Vox unbuckle the belt and unzip his fly. He could still back out.
Vox pushed down the top of Alastor’s pants and his hard cock was exposed, flushed red and twitching. He could still back out.
Vox scooted closer to Alastor. He was practically sitting in Alastor’s lap then. It was Alastor’s turn to lean against the inside of the other car door then. Another drop of sweat dripped down the side of his face as he let go of his grip on Vox. It was so hot in that car now, at least to Alastor. His skin felt scorching as he watched Vox reach for his dick.
He wasn’t backing out.
“You wanted to see something new, right?” said Vox as he wrapped his fingers around Alastor’s length.
Alastor’s reply was just a grunt as he flinched. He wasn’t used to being touched by someone else.
“I bet you’ll enjoy this view then,” said Vox.
Just a bit more positioning and Vox had lined them up. He slid Alastor’s cock between his two and started to stroke all three of them together.
Alastor shuddered at the sensation. It was so unique, nothing like anything he’d ever felt before. His dick sandwiched between both of Vox’s, squeezed tight as the girth of three cocks didn’t fit properly in Vox’s grip. Alastor felt both of Vox’s dicks pulse against his with each stroke of Vox’s hand. Watching Alastor’s face, flushed so red and eyelids hung so low they were nearly closed, Vox pumped faster.
“Seems you’re enjoying more than just the view,” said Vox.
Alastor hadn’t realized how hard he was breathing. With each stroke of Vox’s hand he let out a harsh, staccato huff. Condensation had gathered on the car windows.
“I’ve heard so many scary rumors about you.” Vox had to pause to take a big, shaky breath of his own before continuing, his hand still steadily working all three of their dicks. “But the only thing I’m scared of right now is busting my nut too soon.”
“Mmm,” Alastor moaned. He rutted up into Vox’s hand. “You won’t go—“ He stopped to pant a couple breaths. “—spreading rumors about this, now will you?” He meant it to sound threatening.
Vox didn’t look threatened. “Spread rumors that the Radio Demon spreads his legs on the first date?”
Alastor was going to protest. Threaten him for real. This fellow needed to be reminded who he was dealing with. Then Alastor realized how his body had shifted during this double decker hand job. That he was lying back against the car door with his legs, bent at the knees, on either side of Vox sitting between them.
“You better watch that cocky attitude,” Alastor warned, suppressing another moan to furrow his brow. “Or there won’t be any more to your rumor.”
“Can’t help but be cocky,” said Vox, smirking down at him. “I got two of them, after all.”
“You do remember you’re with a powerful overlord, right?” Alastor meant that to sound menacing too, but with how breathy his voice was, it sounded more like a tease. “For you—this situation is fraught with danger.”
“I like frot with danger,” replied Vox with a cheeky smirk. “Besides …”
Vox’s hand slowed to a stop. He squeezed all three of their cocks very tightly together, eliciting a gasp from Alastor. Then with his thumb, he rubbed slowly, sensually at their tips, mixing together the precum leaking from all three. Alastor trembled as his cock trickled more of it as Vox rubbed.
“… I don’t think you want me to stop,” Vox finished.
He kept doing that, just slowly touching and kneading them as Alastor panted beneath him, for a little while longer. He seemed to be waiting for something.
“… right?” Vox prodded.
Alastor was growing desperate. His rut left him with little patience. He grunted as he swatted away Vox’s hand.
“Wait—“ said Vox, confused.
It was replaced by Alastor’s hand. Who picked up where Vox had left off before he’d stopped to tease him. He grasped all three of their girths and started to pump them. His finesse was lacking compared to Vox’s—they were hard, rough strokes. Impatient and hurried.
The pleasured groan Vox involuntarily let out seemed to indicate he didn’t mind though.
“Where did this smart mouth come from?” Alastor asked, staring Vox straight in the eyes as he beat them both off. He’d never felt the sensation of three in his hand at once before. Vox’s dicks felt like Alastor had imagined —smooth and firm. “You were so easily flustered before.”
“I told you,” Vox said, antennae quivering. “My mouth can … mmm …” he trailed off into a little moan before continuing, “… c-can do whatever a normal mouth can.”
Alastor could feel both of Vox’s dicks pulsating against his as they were mashed together. It was such a strange but enjoyable feeling. “Are all these double entendres intentional?”
“Well,” Vox huffed. “Double is kinda my specialty.”
“Well, I told you.” Alastor didn’t break eye contact. “I don’t like normal.”
“All right then.” Vox had a devious grin wider than Alastor’s as he playfully arched an eyebrow. “How about I show you the not normal stuff my mouth can do?”
Alastor couldn’t help but be curious. Curiosity was what got him in this car to begin with. He was attracted to anything new and unusual. And this box-headed sinner just kept showing him more and more new and unusual, even more than the last. It seemed to just get better and better.
A couple more strokes of his hand then Alastor let go. “Very well,” he said. “You’ve piqued my interest.” That was a mild way to put it. “Let’s see it.”
Vox tugged down on Alastor’s waistband. “First you gotta get rid of these damn pants. Sit up for a second.”
“No,” Alastor said smugly. “You seem to forget I’m a powerful overlord.” He snapped his fingers and his pants were magically gone. Nothing but bare skin from the waist down. It was a strange contrast to how he still had on his suit jacket and shirt. “I don’t waste time. What next?”
Vox didn’t say anything. His expression looked captivated as he took in the view. His widened eyes wobbled and a spark of electricity jumped from one antenna to the other.
“Get on with it,” Alastor snapped.
Vox blinked hard. “Huh?” He shook his boxy head. “Oh—uh, sorry. It was just—“ His gaze seemed to linger especially long on Alastor’s legs, glancing back and forth at them on either side of him. How they were unexpectedly hinds with pointy hooves, with his gray skin tapering to black along his shins. “—goddamn.” It was a happy goddamn.
Vox relished his position between Alastor’s spread legs. His ran his fingers down the inside of Alastor’s thigh, feeling the soft peach fuzz fur. In response, Alastor spread them a little wider.
“I’m waiting,” Alastor said impatiently. “You talked a big game so let’s see it. Or is talk all your mouth is good at?
“Heh.” Vox suddenly yanked Alastor down by his legs. Alastor’s head hit the backseat, now lying completely prone on his back. “So this is what it sounds like when the notorious Radio Demon begs for it. What a privilege.”
“I’m going to revoke it if you don’t hurry up,” said Alastor, annoyed by being manhandled without warning.
“And I’m going to make you eat those words,” said Vox as he lowered his head. “Because I bet no one has ever eaten you out like I’m about to.”
“You’ll what—“
There was a snap of radio feedback when Alastor suddenly felt Vox’s tongue at his entrance. The car’s radio turned on and flipped rapidly between stations, clipped fragments of voices and songs rising and falling erratically as Alastor startled. He was not expecting that.
The tip of Vox’s tongue prodded against Alastor’s clenched hole. Vox held it exposed with a finger on either side. It quivered, not unlike the rest of Alastor’s body.
“Fuck—“ Alastor swore, his grin contorted into a grimace. “You—I—I thought—“
Vox rubbed little circles on the inside of Alastor’s thigh. He borrowed his tongue just long enough to say, “You gotta relax and let me in,” and then it picked up where it left off.
Alastor didn’t realize how tightly he was gripping the top of Vox’s box shaped head, trying to steady himself. “I thought you were going to suck my— oh, my.”
Alastor shuddered hard as he felt Vox’s tongue push inside him.
This was yet another unique sensation to Alastor. He’d definitely never had this done to him before.
“Mmmm,” Vox moaned, his face pressed flat against Alastor’s skin as his tongue worked.
Alastor’s eye twitched. He truly had not expected this. He thought Vox was offering to blow him. Yet another unforeseen surprise from this new sinner who seemed to be full of them.
And Vox had not been bluffing. Despite having a screen for a face, his tongue seemed fully functional and then some. It seemed to know what it was doing as it alternated licking Alastor’s entrance then exploring inside. Alastor’s cock responded by twitching again and dribbling more precum.
Alastor started to breathe hard again when Vox wrapped his fingers around Alastor’s dick. His tongue kept up its work as he stroked Alastor with his hand. The windows were so foggy then from all the heavy breathing was it impossible to see out of them.
Another thing that caught Alastor unexpectedly was how much his body was responding to this. It had gone too many decades of ruts unsatisfied. Now it was finally being touched when it craved it the most. He could feel himself getting close already.
Alastor thought about telling Vox to stop. Maybe if he didn’t finish, it didn’t really count. He’d still be the winner of his sadistic game. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Suddenly Vox pulled back and heaved a big breath, like he’d been holding it. “Oh fuck— I can’t wait much longer,” he panted. “I want to be inside you so bad.”
Alastor jolted, immediately sitting up. The harsh hiss of radio static filled the inside of the car.
“Please,” Vox begged. “Shit. Feeling your tight ass clenching around my tongue—you’re driving me crazy.”
Yet another surprise for Alastor. He thought about kicking in Vox’s glass screen head with his hoof for having the audacity to assume this Hell newcomer could top a powerful overlord like himself. Alastor had never even considered letting someone penetrate him. The rare couple of times he’d ever actually had sex—back when he was still alive, curious to see what all the fuss was about— he was the one doing the penetrating. Both with men and women. That’s how it was in his fantasies too. Every rut when his hormones made him think about it 24/7, every scenario in his mind, he topped. After all, ruts were for mating. To find a suitable doe to receive his seed. It just made sense.
But then Alastor thought about it. Every one of those encounters had bored him. Maybe it was time for something new.
This strangely shaped fellow had showed him so many new things that evening. And none had disappointed Alastor yet. Actually each one had fascinated him.
So Alastor lie back down on the seat. With a wave of his hand and a brief flash of a green glow, he conjured an item into his hand.
“Don’t disappoint me,” Alastor said as he handed the small bottle of lubricant to Vox.
Vox eagerly took it. “Oh, I won’t.”
There was a pause for awkward shifting, rustling of clothes, and thumping of shoes hitting the floorboard of the car as Vox shed his pants and underwear. The little hat and turtleneck were the only articles of clothing left on as he dribbled lubricant onto his fingers.
“So which one do you want?” Vox asked with a big, excited grin as he watched Alastor spread his legs more to accommodate him. He stroked both his dicks in his hand, coating them with the lubricant. “Righty or lefty?”
Alastor’s gaze was on the roof of the inside of the car. “Surprise me,” he said. Then his eyes rolled all the way back in his head as he felt that warm, slick appendage sink inside him. The car radio turned off and on several times under his involuntarily erratic frequency.
It was a new sensation. The first few seconds hurt. But then it wasn’t too bad. Just took a little getting used to. A few times of it slowly sliding in and out and Alastor’s breaths evened out.
“Oh fuck,” Vox whimpered. “I knew you’d be tight …”
Alastor didn’t let on any of his apprehensions. That eternal smile was still plastered to his face as he bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood.
Vox straddled over Alastor as he thrust harder, picking up his pace. His hands came to rest on either side of Alastor’s shoulders on the car seat to give him more leverage. “Shit— you feel so good—” he groaned, voice sounding strained in a pleasured way. His unused cock rutted against the inside of Alastor’s thigh with each thrust.
The sticky vinyl car seat squeaked under them as Vox started a steady rhythm.
“Oh God—” Vox said desperately. “I’m not gonna last long with you making those cute sounds like that.”
So it hadn’t just been the car seat making those sounds. Alastor didn’t realize he was involuntarily making noise each snap of Vox’s hips.
“You make little deer squeaks,” Vox said in awe. “Fuck—I love it.”
Alastor cleared his throat. “Do you normally talk this much during sex?”
“You don’t like it?” Vox teased.
“It’s …” Alastor hesitated. “… distracting.”
“All right then.” Vox thrust harder, picking up his pace again. “I’ll make you squeak so loud you won’t even be able to hear me.”
Alastor trembled underneath Vox as he adjusted to the harsher way Vox plunged inside him. He instinctively spread his legs wider, now off the car seat, bent at the knees. His hooves, up in the air on either side of Vox, moved back and forth with each thrust.
“You like that?” Vox asked playfully.
The car’s radio suddenly cracked with a loud pop of radio feedback then blew a fuse.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” said Vox with a smug smirk.
Alastor was glad the windows were too foggy for anyone who happened to pass by in the parking lot to peer inside. Because if they could, they’d see the big bad Radio Demon on his back, legs in the air, squeaking involuntarily while being railed with a smile on his face. What they could actually see was Vox’s tiny Volkswagen car under the street lamp, rocking back and forth methodically. The car’s radio antennae strained, wagging back and forth like a metronome.
When Vox had escalated the intensity of his hips pounding, Alastor felt yet another new sensation that evening. Each time Vox’s cock rammed into him, he felt a burst of pleasure deep inside. It felt so good that it was driving his own cock, untouched and just along for the ride as it bounced with Vox’s rhythm, crazy. Alastor had the desire to touch it, but was also so very curious where this was going. He knew during his rut, with his libido in overdrive, if he touched his cock now he wouldn’t last long and he’d be done in seconds. So he refrained. Instead he dug his claws into the car seats, tearing through the vinyl upholstery, to resist the temptation.
“What does that mean?” asked Vox, looking behind Alastor’s head. “Is that good?”
Alastor hadn’t realized his antlers were branching out. The points pushed awkwardly against the inside of the door and the car seat when they hit full mast. During his rut, his deer traits were easily triggered.
“It’s fine,” Alastor managed to say after a hard swallow. His ears were pinned back against his head, hair damp with sweat. “Don’t stop.”
“Okay.” Vox hadn’t stopped.
The pleasure was mounting inside Alastor each time Vox’s cock slammed into him. It was striking that sweet spot over and over. Alastor had so many new experiences that evening. His first prostate orgasm was truly an unexpected one.
He didn’t even know he could cum without touching his dick. But that’s exactly what happened. It was different than just using his hand. That burst of ecstasy seem to come from deep in his core. Made his whole body tremble. Starting with his thighs tightening and reflexively wrapping his legs around Vox’s waist. He shuddered hard as it branched through the rest of his body, riding that wave of pleasure, cum spilling onto his stomach in spurts.
“Oh my God,” said Vox, trying not to laugh and luckily not breaking his rhythm. “Did you just bleat?”
Alastor’s head was spinning. He’d never experienced such an intense orgasm before. Decades of pent up sexual frustration had finally come to a head and exploded all over his shirt. His antlers retreated to their normal size and he collapsed limply against the seat, still quivering.
He relished the feeling for a few moments. A feeling he never had before during his rut. Satisfaction. It was a weird calmness. Peaceful.
“If you tell anyone about that, I will tear your soul apart and devour your flesh live on air,” said Alastor.
“Pfft,” snickered Vox, his rhythm becoming more uneven. “I know I should be scared, but it’s really hard to take you seriously looking like that.”
Like that meant Alastor’s spent and disheveled body underneath him, hair wet and ruffled, ears pinned back, flushed red skin, legs still wrapped loosely around Vox’s waist, his own cum on his clothes.
“That was hot as fuck, by the way,” said Vox, his voice harsh and breathy as his hip movements became more erratic, jerkier. “I—I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Alastor looked down between them, watching one of Vox’s cocks disappearing in and out of him with less and less finesse. The other slapped against his thigh with each thrust, smearing it with precum.
“Your face— and the way you clenched down on me when you came—holy shit.” Vox look like he was struggling. “Th-that felt so good.”
Alastor unwrapped his legs from Vox’s waist, letting them rest on the car seat. “Hmm.”
“Oh fuck—“ Vox cried out. He suddenly stopped thrusting and pulled his dick out from Alastor. He immediately grabbed it with his hand and frantically stroked it. “Oh yeah,” he panted. “I’m about to pop—“
Alastor sat up. With a grin he said, “You can finish here.”
“Oh shit really?!” exclaimed Vox, also with a big grin. “All right— oh my God.” Vox positioned his cock over Alastor’s face, hand stroking vigorously. “This is so hot. Your face is gonna look good with my cum dripping all over it.”
“Not what I—“
“Open your mouth,” said Vox, looming over Alastor’s face. “Stick out your tongue like how you did when you bleated—“
“No,” Alastor interrupted sternly.
Vox looked confused. “… huh?”
Alastor reached down between his legs and spread open his entrance with his fingers. “I meant finish here.”
“But—“ Vox hesitated, his hand slowing. “—the spines, remember? It’ll hurt you.”
Alastor forcefully grabbed Vox by the turtleneck and pulled him back down on top of him, face to face. Vox caught himself with his hands, on either side of Alastor’s head on the car seat.
“I remember.” Alastor’s voice was menacing, thick with his radio filter effect. “Do you remember who you are dealing with? I’m the powerful Radio Demon. One of the strongest forces in Hell. You think I can’t take a little spine?”
Vox was shaking, but not from fear. From holding back his edging orgasm. “But why?”
Alastor looked Vox straight in the eyes. “You have given me so many unique experiences this evening,” he said. “So in exchange, I’ll do the same for you.”
“… really?”
Alastor spread his legs wider for Vox. “It seems like a fair deal to me, don’t you think?”
Vox’s expression was still tentative, but desperate. He was struggling to hold on. And didn’t have enough willpower to say no.
“ … fuck yesss …” Vox hissed when he sank his cock back deep inside Alastor. He picked up right where he left off, thrusting hard and haphazardly, so close to the edge.
“You said you were never satisfied,” said Alastor, reclining back again as Vox resumed pounding into him. “I can relate.”
“… y-yeah?” Vox choked.
“So dreadfully frustrating, isn’t it?” Alastor continued, staring at the roof of the car again. “So tonight will be a very special night for us b—“ Alastor abruptly stopped speaking, clenching his teeth.
“Oh shit,” Vox whimpered. His hips came to a stop, cock fully inside Alastor, shaking as his eyes rolled back. His antennae sparked with electricity, standing up straight.
Alastor raised his head enough to look between them. He saw Vox’s other cock, twitching and emptying against his thigh. With a sharp spine— a thin needle like structure —spiked at the tip of it.
So that’s what he was feeling stick inside him, Alastor told himself, as he watched it curiously.
It hurt but Alastor resolved to endure it. He was the powerful Radio Demon, after all. He’d taken worse than this in battle and thought nothing of it. What was a few seconds of pain in exchange for not just a unique experience for Vox but Alastor as well. Not every day someone takes a spined dick. It’d be quite a story to tell, if Alastor ever told anyone about this (he wouldn’t.)
Several seconds went by, with Vox trembling in place, one dick fully sheathed inside, with the expression on his box headed face looking lost in pleasure. Finally he let his muscles go slack, panting hard, trying to catch his breath, leaving a hot, sticky mess of the inside of Alastor’s thigh.
Vox’s antennae drooped low. “… that was incredible,” he said with a dopey grin.
The spines retracted as his dicks started to soften. Alastor could see it happen with the one on the outside and he felt it happen with the one on the inside.
Vox heaved a big breath then slowly hoisted himself off. His cock slid out, leaving a trail of cum dripping from Alastor’s hole.
Vox collapsed against the car seat. “Holy shit …” he sighed, still trying to catch his breath.
Alastor looked down at the obscene way Vox’s cum oozed out of him. It was a night of firsts, to be sure.
Alastor snapped his fingers, glowing green, and was instantly back to the way he looked when he first entered the car. Fully clothed, hair back in place, bodily fluids magically cleaned up. He nonchalantly lit a cigarette he’d suddenly conjured with his fingertip and took a drag.
“Wow,” said Vox, watching in awe, still looking a mess himself. “Your powers are so cool. I hope I get some one day.”
Alastor blew out a long line of smoke from the cigarette. “What was your name again? Box?”
“Vox,” Vox corrected, sitting up. “With a V.” He made a V with his index and middle finger, then stuck his tongue through them, making a crude gesture.
Alastor didn’t react to it, keeping his eyelids hung halfway, looking tired. “I think I’d like to do this again sometime.”
“Yeah?” Vox couldn’t hold back his big, excited smile. “Me too, actually. Maybe we could have dinner first next time?” His smile turned a little more sheepish. “How about next Friday?”
“Hmm.” Alastor took another drag. “How about next Friday, ten years from now.”
Vox’s face fell. “What? Ten years?”
Alastor gripped the car door handle. “It’ll be here quicker than you think. Time passes by fast in Hell.”
“But—“ Vox frowned as he watched Alastor step out the car. “I don’t understand? That’s so long from now! We might not even recognize each other in ten years …”
Alastor leaned down to look at Vox, holding the car door open. “It’s really not. What can change in ten years?”
“A lot—“
“Good night,” said Alastor, smiling a genuine, satisfied smile. “Thank you for an unforgettable experience.”
He shut the car door and slinked off into the shadows. It was the first time he’d ever lost his game. But it was the most fun he’d ever had playing it.