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[b][u][center]Hurled Through Hell

Chapter 9

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The plug went ‘pop’ as it came out, but Eoghann barely noticed. The badger’s entire body was trembling, bouncing, shaking from the pleasure of the vibrating piercings through his nipples, belly-button, and nose, and the shimmers of sensation that went through them echoed through his whole body. He could barely breathe through the pleasure that it forced on him, the enchantment building on the tingling tickles from the humming things and turning it into something far, far more intense.

“Ah…nnngh…mmmph…”

He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to move as he huffed and puffed, his hips twitching and thrusting against the empty air. Even the faint feeling of the air passing over his cock was as sensual as a gentle hand, and the giggling kobolds all around him weren’t a threat. They weren’t even a thing, as far as he was aware.

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

His mouth hung open as he groaned and whimpered, a little drool running from the side of his mouth. Scaly hands held him, keeping him from completely collapsing as he ran his fingers through the satin sheets all around him. The smoothness and suppleness of the blankets was enough to remind him of where he was, but not enough to ground him. It was just…just one more wonderful feeling, and –

“Mmmm, look at that pillowy ass jiggle.”

“He’s got the size for a proper toy.”

“I’m going to enjoy breaking that in. Think it’ll bounce for me?”

“Oh, it will bounce. That is rich as cream.”

The scaly hands returned, one set spreading his cheeks, another pushing a cushion under his hips. As soon as the silken surface pressed against his groin, his weak humps turned into full grinds, and the feeling of his dick sliding along the silk and satin left him huffing.

Puffing.

Grunting.

“Heheheh, look at him. He can’t help it. He’s humping away.”

“Just don’t let him go too far; I still wanna fuck that rump.”

Spread cheeks. Hard cock. Heavy balls. And that buzzing, that constant buzzing pleasure running through him. Eoghann’s breath came hard and heavy, and he could barely catch a break as he felt the cushion grind back, as he felt a slippery cock slide between his cheeks. He felt so wet and slick and sweaty, and everything was so hot and so sensual, and –

Squelch.

“Nnnngh…”

He moaned as the first kobold slid in, that cock hard but smooth as it slid past his pucker. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, some part of his brain sure that they were cheating with the piercings to make it so much better, but the rest of him loved it so much that he didn’t really care. He just wanted more. More dick, more pleasure, more richness around him and on him and pleasuring him and –

So hard to think, so hard to do anything but offer his ass and be a good little slut and –

Smack smack smack. The kobold didn’t hold back in taking his pleasure, and the badger’s eyes rolled back in his sockets as he was rocked forward, back, forward, back. Despite the kobold’s smaller size, he was rutting hard, sliding his cock in up to the hilt and back to the head with every thrust. He felt so practiced, like he knew just how to handle the badger’s fat ass, and god, god it felt good.

In.

Out.

In.

Out. His tongue lolled out to the side, his feet grinding back against the sheets and his toes digging into the creases between them. His eyes rolled back as the kobold kept hammering down on his prostate, hitting it perfectly with every thrust and taking his time to go deep –

“Mmm, this Pillow-Butt is good. His ass is so slick, so hungry.”

“Mmm, it needs to be fed the finest cocks, doesn’t it?” one of the kobolds said, tilting Eoghann’s head up to look at them. “You want to be filled, stretched, given the best and biggest cocks, don’t you?”

“Nnngh…feels…so good…”

“Heh, give it to him.”

Faster. Harder. The kobold didn’t hold back, humping away so fast and furiously that he was [i]forced[/i] to hump against the cushion in response. The weight on his prostate and the pressure of the cushion against his cock was driving him mad, and the softness under him made it feel even better, and – and – and – fuck, all he could think of was the pleasure. It was all that there was, all that he could feel, and he needed more of it.

The kobolds pushed him, nudged him, encouraging him. They were whispering praise about the size of his ass, the pleasure of his hole, the way that he looked so good getting fucked. It was all going right to his head, making it spin, making him shiver and moan and drip. His cock ached, throbbing with need, and his balls were already pulling up –

“Nnngh!”

No, not pulling up, but cumming, cumming hard right into the cushion. The strings of his own pleasurable slime clung to his cock, and he wheezed in raw bliss as he felt the fucking continue. Hard, in, out, in, out, the soft claps of flesh on flesh and the wet squelches of a cock oozing so much inside filled his ears. He moaned for it, arched his back for it, only for the pleasure to become almost overwhelming.

Throb.

Buzz.

Clench.

Squirt.

Was he still cumming? Impossible, and yet, at the same time, it felt almost like he was. His mouth lolled all the way open now, his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he swore his cock was jumping against the cushion, and his toes curled tighter still. Hole squeezing, kobold cock feeling so very good –

“Fffffuck!”

And then the kobold was cumming in him, flooding his hole, spreading the pleasure through him. He grinned, biting down on the pillow offered him, and the warmth of the kobold’s seed spread through his inner walls, going all through his body until there was nothing but that contentment.

That lasted for all of a second before the kobold pulled out. The slight gape that remained was plugged in less than a second as a new kobold took him, using him, filling him. He moaned, his fat ass jiggling as he pushed it back against that shaft, taking it to the hilt on the first thrust. Oh, the pleasure of completeness. Oh, the luxury of being used by so many glistening kobolds, and the pleasure, the raw pleasure, that came from the piercings humming through his nipples and belly button and nose, and –

No more thinking. The cushion pulled away, stained by his seed, and he could see one of the kobolds licking it clean out of the corner of his eye. It didn’t matter; what mattered was giving them what they deserved, what they wanted, what they needed from him. He fell forward, weakly reaching back and spreading his cheeks for them.

“Yes, yes, grab it, Pillow-Butt. Show off that big ass for us. Show us how much you love to be fucked, how much that butt deserves the best cocks, the biggest cocks, the fattest cocks.”

Eoghann didn’t even know what he was doing, or why that thought felt so good, but it really, really did. He moaned, digging his fingers into the fat cheeks, showing off the clenching pucker between as he was fucked.

Fast.

Hard.

Deep.

Little by little, the badger sunk into utter depravity, the pleasure and debauchery of being the butt-slut for the kobolds taking over. The second kobold came inside of him, adding to the flood in his depths, only for a third kobold to take over, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. The whole time, he just laid there, taking dick after dick after dick and loving it. The squelching sound of being so full of cum, the waterfall of seed that was so quickly plugged between the ruts, and –

And most of all, his own pleasure. His cock never stopped cumming. He must have had at least two orgasms for every one kobold inside of him, and some of them lasted longer than that, driving him to three or even four. Each blast of pleasure was stronger than it was supposed to be, a luxury that should have been savored once or twice in a year, but here? Here, it was coming every few minutes, making it impossible for him to think through it. The richness, the indulgence, the impossible-ness of it was making it that much more impressive, that much more intense, and all he could do was ride the wave.

The pulsing pleasure of having the kobolds use him slowly faded away, becoming more of a steady bliss of being full, being hard, being on the edge of orgasm or having one so often. It was so easy to just give in, to take the pleasure, to be a thing of lushness and extravagance as the kobolds used him as much as he used their cocks.

He was…he was a good Pillow-Butt.

He was a good slut.

He was a good thing.

One last thrust, and the sixth kobold finished inside of him. Eoghann moaned as he felt the squirting heat deep inside, and he shivered when the kobold pulled out and the warm flow rose from his depths. The bubbling, heated sensation of all that seed rising out of him and slowly running down his taint sent a shiver up his spine, but in a good way. It felt…it felt like he was putting on a good show, almost, and that it made his ass look a little more valuable to have that white line running from his hole down to his balls, and then slowly dripping from that to the sheets below.

An art installation. A very, very sexy art installation, he thought.

The kobolds rubbed his sides, his back, and his ass. Eoghann pushed up against them, panting for more, and the one that had started it all chuckled. He watched the kobold pick up the plug and walk behind him, and the badger grunted as the golden plug ground against his pucker for a few seconds before squelching back into place.

“You will be a valuable member of the Circle, Pillow-Butt,” the kobold said. “You will be a valuable member indeed…”

#

[i]Eoghann groaned as he was passed from bed to bed. The kobolds shared them four to six per bed, and they were all eager to use him.

One finished, and the next one shimmered into being. The walk of shame awaited him, and the badger moaned as he slipped out of the first bed and made his way to the door leading to the second.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. He was so full of kobold cum that he could feel every step making some of their seed bubble out of him, running down his inner thighs and along his legs to his feet. The lower half of his body was so drenched in the use of the other men that he had lost the brown and cream color that he had had all his life, looking bedraggled and bespeckled instead.

He didn’t care. It was a decoration. Some of the kobolds took their time to ‘paint’ him with their loads, making sure that it landed just so to take him from trashy to something extravagantly obscene. They seemed to love it, and in turn, so did he.

Eoghann moaned as he took another step and felt slime run over his toes, then between them. He took a step, and lines of cum connected his sole to the floor before snapping as he moved further forward. Hot seed smeared between his cheeks, adding to the musk that clung to him at all times.

More.

He needed more.

As he approached the next bed, the four kobolds on it – two covered in green scales, one in red, one in yellow – waved him closer. He stumbled as he reached the mattress, his head still spinning, the buzzing rising and falling in waves –

“Help…help…”

He moaned as he tried and failed to drag himself onto the bed. One of the kobolds chuckled, hopping down from it and pushing under his tail. A new plug popped into his ass, and he groaned as the kobold used that to help push him into the mattress.

The badger landed with his nose against one set of balls, and the other kobolds chuckled as they held him down. He struggled to remember how to use his tongue properly, putting it to use for their pleasure, and eventually gave in when they decided to just use his muzzle almost like a fleshlight.

As their musk surrounded him, he submitted, and he happily embraced the feeling of being used, wanted, desired as some trinket and toy and even treasure to be passed around the cave. The kobolds were not shy in telling him how much they craved his ass, his body, his softness, and they were quick to put him to use, too.

He was a good badger.

He was a good toy.[/i]

#

[i]Later, much later. He didn’t know how much later, but late enough that he couldn’t remember his arrival. He was in the baths, and –

“Nnngh, nnngh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He was bouncing on a kobold dick. A bigger one than the one in the beds, bigger and thicker, with the faintest hint of a knot down at the base. He didn’t know if he was imagining it, or if this was a rarer kobold that had a different sort of anatomy, but it felt like he was getting knot-fucked again.

And he liked it.

Up, down, up, down, displacing the scented water around him, feeling the raw pleasure of getting his ass stretched out again: it all hit him harder than he expected. He could faintly remember Haborym and the hellhounds of the Circle of Punishment and how he had come to treasure the knots against him, but this…this was something else. He moaned as he was filled and emptied, filled and emptied, and he panted as his hole clenched on knot and nothing in turn. He could feel every bit of seed inside oozing into the bath, but the kobolds around him didn’t seem to care.

“Pass Pillow-Butt my way when you’re done with him,” one of them said.

“Heh, in a minute.”

“Don’t ruin him too hard. He still should be tight when I get him.”

“You’ll get what you get.”

“Calm down, guys. He’s got a good enough ass that it’ll be hot no matter what state it’s in.”

Clap, clap, clap. He could feel his cheeks coming together, either slapping against the water with a harsh clap or against each other for a softer one, depending on whether his partner was thrusting up or just staying in place. Eoghann shivered, his eyes rolling back as he felt his orgasm on the verge of hitting him again –

“Point him this way!”

Without warning, he was turned around and knotted hard. He moaned, his rim clenching tight around the shaft inside, pinning the knot in place, and he moaned to the heavens as he was filled to the brim. His cock twitched, once, twice, three times, and then started shooting, too, spitting seed across the bath.

He panted, moaning, shivering as he stared at the white lines that ran across the surface of the great bath before slowly breaking down. His entire body shook from the pleasure, from the filling and knotting, but he knew that it wouldn’t last long. It never did. The pleasure, the indulgence, the richness of this place, never allowed for one to linger.

That would have happened in Indulgence, but not here. Not in Luxury. In Luxury, you did not hesitate, but instead, took what you wanted, enjoying it to its fullest, and then going for the next great thing.

Greed. It was pure, sensual greed, and he loved it.

POP! He was pulled off the kobold’s knot, and he was passed to another. He put his feet on the step that the kobold was sitting on, spread his cheeks, and sat down to start riding again.[/i]

#

[i]On the cushion once more, his head spinning from the heat that came off Marthim’s ass. The great feral dragon had given him the chance to worship that hole again, to enjoy, to indulge in that massive ass. This time, he had managed to avoid cumming from staring at its magnificence, and had even managed to give it the worship that it was due for a full…

Two hours?

Four?

Eight?

Time did not make much sense anymore. He remembered that he had come here some time ago, but he didn’t know when. All he knew was that he could barely remember a time where he didn’t have the piercings humming and buzzing away against his front, or the last time that he had managed to keep from cumming for more than a few minutes.

One of the other souls around him, gathered near the dragon’s rump for warmth as they slept, pressed against his back. A hard shaft rubbed against his soft ass, and –

“Mmm…”

He moaned as he came, his seed spilling on the cushions in front of him. Before he could even think about being embarrassed about it, one of the other souls woke up. The stallion smiled, leaning over and licking the wet spot on the great cushion.

“Mmmm, delicious,” the stallion muttered.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. Pleasure is luxury; enjoy it, spend it, so we get more for ourselves.”

It was a strange idea, but it was a strange place. He smiled and faded away.[/i]

#

[i]The badger sat on the thighs of a kobold. Smaller, almost a foot smaller than him, the kobold still had the upper body strength to support him and not even grunt as the badger shifted his weight.

Despite being hyper-aroused, despite sitting with his dick over the kobold’s ass cheeks, Eoghann knew that he wasn’t the one on top. He would never be the one on top; he was a treasure, something to be enjoyed, indulged, not someone that got the chance to enjoy the treasures of others in the same way.

“Massage, Pillow-Butt.”

“Mmm, yes…sorry…”

The badger coated his hands in the oil in the barrel at his side. Rich scents, herbal and almost incense-like, stuck to his fingers as he rubbed his hands together. The kobold stretched out under him, head on his folded arms, and his naked body waited for the badger’s touch.

It was the fifth one today. He didn’t know why, but there was a strange sensual pleasure in giving them this treatment. As he pressed his hands to the small of the kobold’s back, working his way up along his spine, the kobold groaned for him, and he smiled to know that he was responsible for the other man’s pleasures.

He leaned forward as he massaged along the spine, taking his time to work from the base of the tail all the way up to the kobold’s shoulders. As he leaned in, his cock slid along the cleft of the smaller male’s ass, but it didn’t matter. He barely noticed. All his focus was on the smoothness beneath his fingers, the way that the scales shimmered as they were coated in oil, and the pleasant feeling of giving someone else a good time.

He reached the shoulders, fanning out his fingers and digging his digits into the kobold’s neck. The scaly male groaned at the touch, rolling his head down and almost nuzzling into his own arms. Little rumbles of pleasure echoed through the smaller man, and Eoghann could feel some of that rumble going right for his dick, echoing through his balls and his shaft as they throbbed idly on the kobold’s ass.

Massaging outward, he took his time to really dig into the muscle. For all that this was a duty, he took it seriously, feeling proud that he was able to deliver pleasure. Real pleasure, too, as the kobolds kept coming back.

Down the arms, then up the other side, then down the outer edges of the back. He worked his hands down to the hips, and then inward, making his way to the base of the tail. Dipping his fingers into the barrel to replenish the oils, he worked his way down the tail, all the way to the tip, taking his time to apply a coat wherever his fingers touched and keeping it as even as he possibly could.

It didn’t take long before the kobold was moaning under his breath, his hips arched ever so slightly. Eoghann just kept the massage going, his head almost empty as he focused on his work.

Make him shine. That was the thing that he had to do. Not just massage, not just relax the kobold under him, but make him shine with the oils. They were gems, offspring of the great dragon Archfiend, and that meant that they deserved to shine as brightly as the treasures of the cave did.

Stroke.

Rub.

Tease.

It didn’t take long before he had the kobold’s entire back-half from the waist up shimmering with oil. He scooted back, about to get to work on that muscled rump, when the kobold rolled over. He found himself staring at the waiting shaft, bobbing, twitching from the earlier attention, and looked up at the kobold’s face.

“Don’t forget this.”

“…”

“Rub it, Pillow-Butt.”

“Yes, sorry…”

Hard to think. It was hard to think without orders, since he was cumming so much, focusing on that pleasure, and –

Cumming. Thinking of it, of the beautiful male under him, and the pleasure of having all that humming going through his dick, was enough to get him off again. He moaned, spilling his load over the kobold’s cock.

The kobold just chuckled, taking a moment to guide the badger’s hand to his dick, and patted them.

“Go on. Rub.”

“Yes, yes, I remember now…”[/i]

#

The constant pleasures of the Circle of Luxury took a toll on the badger’s mind. He slipped, he drifted, and he found himself overwhelmed early on. The years went by, and it became easier to drift from orgasm to orgasm than it was to act, to think, to plan.

It didn’t help that he was constantly reminded that he was a rare specimen. Sure, he was rare for the size of his ass and the way that his cheeks clapped and how good he felt as a bottom around a cock, but that didn’t matter. He was rare, he was a luxury, and that meant that he would be treasured and enjoyed by many hands…and mouths…and cocks.

He had gone limp when something picked him up by the ankle and carried him away. For all that he knew that he should be doing something, it didn’t really matter if he got around to it. After all, he was the treasure, surrounded by other treasures and other indulgences that were always in demand. He belonged here, something worth hoarding, something that got the pleasure of…

Of cock…

Cum…

Musk…

Oil…

Appreciation…

The raw pleasure and luxury of being someone – or something – that could be passed around and enjoyed by so many had gotten to him. It made it so much easier to just…exist, and enjoy the things that happened to him. If he got fucked, that meant that he had a more desirable rump than the other souls in the circle. If he got marked by all that seed, that meant that he got to be shown off as being the best. There were hundreds of things that could happen to a lucky soul, and each one could be interpreted to mean something that much better than the last.

Something continued carrying him. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew that it was somewhere away from the heated cushion. A few questions bubbled up in the back of his head, but they were dismissed just as quickly as they came. It didn’t matter, after all. He was a treasure, and he would be enjoyed regardless.

Eoghann floated along in that happy place for…well, he wasn’t sure how long. A while, certainly. It took falling in the river again to slide out of it, and he groaned as he felt the piercings fade from his body, falling into the river and disappearing. As the pleasure faded, so did the feeling of fullness from the butt plug, and then the warmth from the harem wear that he had been attired in whenever he wasn’t getting actively fucked.

When they were gone, other things faded with them. The pleasure, the utter pleasure at being an object, slowly fell from his mind. He stopped thinking about how hot it was to be passed around, and then stopped thinking of all the rich lushness that came from being in orgasm-brain all the time. The badger groaned, realizing with a humiliating blush on his cheeks just how far he had fallen, and how much he had lost.

For a time, he had really become an object, barely thinking, hardly understanding, and he had enjoyed it. The Circle of Luxury was truly a place of punishment for those that had worked so hard to define themselves as something…real.

The hand around his ankle pulled him from the water, and he groaned as he was laid against the dock once more. He coughed, shaking his head as he sat up and looked around.

No Marthim. He wasn’t surprised; the black and gold dragon had been one of the more selfish members of the Archfiends, and he imagined that the feral dragon was probably indulging in one of the other mortal souls that he kept throughout the caverns. There was no shortage of greedy souls that had been brought here, probably. And it was also likely a good thing not to see the feral; the last thing that he needed was to feel that submissive, that objectified, before being passed to his next circle.

“In forty-two years?” he asked the kobolds on the dock.

“Heh, indeed,” a red one said, nodding. “We will miss your hands. You might be a stupid one, but you certainly have the touch.”

“…”

“Something wrong, Pillow-Butt?” the kobold asked with a teasing smirk.

“I’m not going to say anything.”

“Oh, look at that. You [i]can[/i] be smart. Not that it matters down here. Once you made your pact, it didn’t matter how smart you were. You made the biggest mistake that you ever could.”

Eoghann shook his head as he stumbled to his feet. He wasn’t going to engage with the kobold over whether he had made a mistake or not; the only thing that he could do now was make sure that he didn’t make another one.

He stepped into the boat, and it immediately began the process of carrying him to the next Circle. The badger laid down in the middle of the boat, staring up at the starry night above him.

[i]I thought this place would be a torment, but it’s…something else,[/i] Eoghann thought, shaking his head as the past twenty-eight years started to catch up with him. [i]Twenty-eight years…[/i]

It seemed almost impossible. It didn’t feel like twenty-eight years of debauchery had passed since he’d run out of time on the Material Plane, but he had already been passed between the hands of four Archfiends, which meant that it had to be. Twenty-eight years, he realized, that he could only remember tiny bits and pieces from. It didn’t matter that the last twenty-eight years had probably been the most intense times of his life. He had fallen so far in each and every circle that he had forgotten his sense of self, completely obliterated by the power of the Circles and the treatment of the Archfiends that he had forgotten everything that he had been.

It was the raw hedonism of each circle, he realized. The Circle of Curiosity was built on the idea that everyone else had a more interesting life than you did, and gave one the perspective to see the pleasures that they encountered at full force. The Circle of Indulgence, on the other hand, was gluttony for the greatest of things, to feel whatever you craved pressed against you until there was nothing but the raw pleasure of being surrounded by such wonderful things. The Circle of Punishment was wrath, and domination, and slavery, and there was something to be said for the sheer pleasure of gaining what you sought to find, or being dominated by someone that was so obviously [i]better[/i] than you.

And each one had left its mark, he realized. Each one had left him with a desire, a need, that couldn’t completely disappear. Even Luxury, so focused on greed and holding onto things that were completely unhealthy, had left him with a need for fine things, or, failing that, to [i]be[/i] a fine thing in someone else’s life. It was disturbing how much control and power each Circle actually had.

[i]And now I’m heading into another one…[/i]

He stared at the skies above, watching as the starry night faded into something cloudy, something just on the calm side of stormy. Grayness shifted to something closer to fuchsia, and the old heat faded as the air took on a chill that surpassed anything that he had felt thus far.

Eoghann held onto the calm of the river for as long as he could until he felt the boat tap against another dock. The badger stuck his head up, looking around, and was surprised to find himself at the edge of a snow-field.

“The hell…”

Dragging himself from the boat, he took a step onto the dock. No-one was there to meet him, but the snow flurries kicked up, pink flakes and gusts rustling through his fur. He felt the chill immediately, wrapping his arms around his middle as he groaned. Puffs of mist left his mouth as he took one step after another into the cold, shaking his head as the chill pulled at his dick and dragged it up into him just a little bit.

“Mmmph…for the Circle of Sensation…this is fucking cold…”

He took a step into the snow. There was just enough chill to make him gasp for breath, but not quite enough to hurt. It came close – bone-chillingly close – but it wasn’t quite enough to cause him pain. He took another step, and another, and another, each one crunching through the snow and filling his ears with the reminder of what he was walking through.

He kept moving. A minute turned into two, then three, then ten. When he looked over his shoulder, the snow drifts had hidden the boat, and the tracks that he’d left behind had already filled in.

The badger was just about to lose control of the rising fear in his chest when someone slammed into him from the side. He grunted, tumbling over and landing flat on his back. The snow blurred his vision for a moment, but when he blinked his eyes clear, he found himself staring at a reindeer sitting on his chest. The Archfiend smiled, grinning and panting, his cheeks as pink as the snow around them.

“Hello, Eoghann…Now, it’s my turn…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Eoghann goes through his years in the Circle of Luxury, and ends up getting quite the whammy when he leaves.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Orgy, Worship, Demon, Kobold, Dragon, Badger, Oiled-Up, Massage, Anal, Ass Appreciation, Knot-Fucking, Orgasm, Cum, Slimy, Wet, Creampie, Piercings, Series, Cold, Snow, Corruption,