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

Chapter 7

For Damiekinz

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

The badger’s ass burned, and he was starting to think that it would never stop. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been spanked so hard as he had been over the last…last who knew how long. Time had ceased to have any meaning for Eoghann, and he was sure that he wasn’t the only one suffering from time blindness under the authority of the demons over them.

“Ulk…ulk…”

He gagged around the knot holding him in place. His current master – one of hundreds that he had had over the domination of Ha and the demons of the Circle of Punishment – held him in place, rubbing the back of his head idly. The same predicament befell most of the other mortals in the arena, the Coliseum filled to the brim by the demons and those that were serving them.

Everyone around the badger was stuck on a knot, either having it popped in and out of their mouths – a rough experience, he knew – or held there to just suck and swallow. Despite the long, rigid intrusion down his throat, he preferred the latter. Eoghann massively preferred being lightheaded to feeling like his jaws were getting popped by a knot-fuck.

[i]Mmmph…mmmph…[/i]

He focused on breathing. The crimson glow of Ha’s sun continued to beam down on everyone, no different than it had been any other day that they had been brought to the Coliseum. Instead of fighting, the shows had consisted of the demons trotting out the mortals that they had collected for themselves and making them do tricks. Sexual ones, usually, showing off how their assholes had been gaped, or showing how their cheeks glowed bright red from the constant spanking that they had been put through, or how well they served at the feet of their masters. There was no shame on the side of the demons; the mortals felt more than enough for both sides.

Today, however…

Today, he heard the crack of Ymhabor’s magic, and he grunted around the knot in his mouth. He looked out of the corner of his eye, barely able to see the massive hellhound Archfiend in the middle of the sandy circle. Ymhabor’s central head was twisted in a deep scowl, anger and fury writ large across his features, but he still stood there, casting his eyes across the crowd.

When the stare fell on his section, Eoghann felt some small measure of satisfaction as the other demons stopped muttering and grunting. There was no humping, no thrusting away as there had been when Haborym had been the one running things. Every hellhound, every imp, every mortal, feared the gaze of Ha more than they did the gaze of Bor.

[i]Is it…is it really here?[/i]

His question was answered as Ymhabor reached his hands to the heavens. Just as before, the fire burst into being, consuming the great Archfiend, and the sky began to flicker through new colors, shimmering from one to another to another.

As soon as the color shift began, he felt the change in him, too. His collar felt lighter, no longer so substantial and heavy on his shoulders, and when he reached up with one hand, he could feel that it was shrinking and fading at the same time. As it slimmed down, so did the urge to obey, to submit, to give in.

[i]Bor…Bor was the one that kept it fair, made it so that we had to fight and find our way to dominance,[/i] he thought, rubbing the collar bit by bit as it went from two inches thick to one and a half, and then to one. [i]And Ha was the one that kept demons in charge, running things, enslaving us and using us. So…does that mean that Ym…[/i]

The image of that last head popped into his mind’s eye. Ym, gagged, sometimes hooded, sometimes blindfolded, always moaning. It might have been the picture of some tortured soul getting put through something he couldn’t handle…or it might be the sight of a bitch that was enjoying being put to use.

“Mmmph…mmph…”

The hellhound’s hand on his head finally pulled away, and Eoghann managed to pop his head back. The little ‘glk’ of the shaft leaving his throat and the knot popping out from between his teeth was loud enough to leave him discombobulated, but he forced himself to turn, to face the arena. The fire glowed bright enough that he knew where to look, even as he desperately blinked his eyes to clear them of the little tears forming.

The sky kept flickering around the sun, shimmering from orange to crimson and back again, with hints of purple spread through it from time to time. The fire continued to blaze around the Archfiend, but –

[i]Is he…getting smaller?[/i]

It was hard to tell for sure, considering that even though Ymhabor was sixteen feet tall, he was still more than a hundred feet away. It was difficult to properly tell, but…but Eoghann thought that the Archfiend might actually be shrinking down.

[i]Holy…[/i]

The sounds of other knots popping free filled his ears. Not hellhounds ripping back the way that they had done while knot-fucking their bitches, but rather, the sounds of those that had been locked down pulling free. The submission, the urge to obey, was disappearing faster and faster, and with it…

With it, the need to stay on hands and knees. Eoghann reached up with shaking fingers, grabbing the railing in front of the seats. His body shook from head to toe, his ass kept burning, his hole ached from the number of times that it had been fucked and knotted and fucked again, but he was able to drag himself to his feet. Even with all the humiliation burning through him from what he had been put through, he could make himself stand.

His legs shook, his cheeks clapped together as he struggled to hold his footing and kept tensing up, but he stood. Even if he had to lean on the railing, he stood, and there was no doubt about it now. Ymhabor had shrunk, falling from sixteen feet tall to fifteen, and now to fourteen. Still massive, but not quite the giant that he had been.

And as the fires burned, as the heads began to shift, he heard the chant begin. Just as the last Cycling had called out Ymhabor, they called out a different name now.

“Borymha…Borymha…Borymha…”

[i]Haborym…when Bor was in charge, and the center head. Ymhabor, when Ha was in charge, and he was the center head. And now –[/i]

“Borymha. Borymha. Borymha.”

It was the last of the Cyclings, and from what the rhino had said two and a half years ago, this would last until he was required to leave the Circle for the next Archfiend’s pleasures. He had strived for dominance under Bor, and had suffered under the humiliation of Ha, and if that logic followed –

The fire flared out, and the sun turned a bright, hot pink in the air above. Gone were the blasted crimson lands of red and black from before, replaced with something softer, something far more sensual, something that reminded the badger of nothing more and nothing less than a brothel. The hot pink permeated everything, lending a softer edge to the stone seats and even the sand itself.

“Borymha! Borymha! Borymha!”

The arena echoed with the new name, and even Eoghann was shouting with them, caught up in the spells and magic of the Cycling. Even as the other mortals laughed and cheered at their new freedom, even as the collar fell from his neck, he stared at the Archfiend.

The heads came down again. Bor was on the left side, and Ha was on the right. In the middle, lacking his gag, his hood, and his blindfold, was Ym…

And he was blushing.

The bright pink of the sun above could not have been brighter than that lustful blush that would have outshone any new virgin bitch in their bed. The sheer arousal in the dog’s cheeks, the way that his tongue hung out, the way that his loincloth was all but pushed aside by the rising shaft between his legs, spoke to the uncontrolled lust in the Archfiend. There was no shift to his muscular build, no sudden change that made him look like a bitch, but the energy had shifted.

Bor had projected fairness.

Ha had projected sadism and forced submission.

Ym projected pleasure, and the utter need for it, and the humiliation of needing it in the first place.

[i]This is the era of demons being punished,[/i] he thought, looking around the arena. The imps were pulling away, fluttering toward the exits, and the hellhounds, though projecting more confidence, were subtly edging away, as well. The mortal souls were still collecting themselves, probably trying to get over the lingering condition of Ha’s reign, but there were some that were looking after their former masters. There would be a reckoning for the last two and a half years, and while this would be shorter, he had no doubt that the mortal souls would get everything they could out of their demon tormentors.

Eoghann, on the other hand…

He watched the three heads of the Archfiend, his fingers clasping around the railing keeping him from the arena floor. Ym moaned, arching the body’s back, while Bor gasped and panted, growling and huffing with a faint string of drool down one side of his muzzle. On the other side, Ha was growling, snarling, but his face burned with a redder blush, clearly affected by the lust going through the body.

After two and a half years of getting punished, humiliated, pummeled by the power of this Circle, Eoghann knew exactly what he wanted. He vaulted over the railing, hitting the ground with a thud. Fighting to keep from losing his footing, the badger wobbled and stumbled across the Coliseum’s floor until he finally reached the oversized bitch in the middle.

Knowing that if he was wrong he would suffer for it, and hoping that he was right, he grabbed hold of the Cerberus’s balls and pulled. Not hard, not enough to hurt, but enough to act like a leash on the other man.

Borymha gasped, falling almost to his knees at the pressure. Eoghann grinned.

“Take me to your palace. Your throne room. Now.”

#

In a burst of black hellfire, they moved. They reappeared, the Archfiend on his hands and knees and his tail flicked up and off to the side. There had never been a clearer display of need and want than that, and the badger grinned as he groped his cock.

Too long. It had been too fucking long since he’d played with that thing. In Curiosity, he had indulged in the memories of others without feeling his own pleasure. In Indulgence, his ass had been his source of pleasure. And here, here, he’d so rarely been able to touch his cock that he had forgotten what it felt like to use it.

No more.

“Borymha, huh?” he muttered, groping that oversized, muscular rump. “More like three bitches in one, huh?”

“Nnngh…mmmph…fuck me, yes…fuck me, please,” the head of Ym whispered.

“Yes…yes, fuck us…” Bor growled.

“Nnngh…don’t you fucking…mmmph…”

Ha couldn’t even get a sentence out, which meant that the whole thing was so far beyond his control that there was no way that he would be able to fight back. Eoghann grinned, slapping his rising, dark dick against the hellhound’s ass –

Shimmer.

Shimmer.

Magic flickered out from that muscular rump, teasing his cock, wrapping around it. Eoghann growled, his smile growing wider as he felt his cock…shift. Not growing [i]huge[/i] but more…feeling bigger, feeling ready to fuck someone that was more than twice his height and size. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be able to get past the cheeks at that hole.

And that was a hell of an ass…

There was none of the pillowy-jiggles of Indulgence here. No, that Cerberus rump was muscle and nothing but, despite its width and heft. He grabbed both cheeks, digging his fingers in, and felt the raw muscle beneath his hands.

[i]Mmmmph…solid and hard…just like a warrior should be…[/i]

But more than just solid and hard, it was [i]gorgeous.[/i] Big and firm, the sort of ass that could take a beating, and in short order, would. No matter how much Ha might complain, and no matter what Bor might have said about the way that things should have been, Ym was the one in charge of the entire realm.

The urge to hold back when he thought that the whole realm would be on his ass for humiliating one of the demons too much disappeared; he had the chance to get his revenge on Borymha – formerly Ymhabor, formerly Haborym – for all the humiliation that he had suffered in the past five and a half years. Even if he only had a year and a half to make good on it, he would.

With a grunt, he dragged himself closer. It took some work to get the height difference right – there were no cushions for him to easily stand on to put that ass on the right height if Borymha was on all fours, after all – but they eventually figured it out. The Cerberus leaned down, almost touching his belly to the ground, and his ass was just about at the right height.

And that hole…

[i]Mmmph…It’s bigger than the others I’ve seen, that’s for sure…[/i]

And yes, Borymha was fourteen feet tall compared to his own five and a half feet. There was a huge gap between them, but…

But he would make it work.

The badger grinned as he stepped close, his cock sliding between those muscular cheeks. Warm, just a trifle wet between them, showing off just how hot the realm was.

And that hole…

It flexed as the tip of his cock nudged against it, almost like the pucker was trying to kiss his cock back and beg for it inside. There was none of the resistance that other partners had, not even the token amount that he expected for their size difference. There was just…need.

Ym looked over his shoulders, the Archfiend’s face writ large with wanton need. The burning pink in his cheeks, his lolling tongue, and his quiet whimpers made it clear just what he needed.

“Heh, three bitches in one body, alright,” he muttered. “Alright…you want to be fucked, you slut?”

“Fuck you –”

CRACK!

He spanked that ass at Ha’s protests, and he got the immense pleasure of seeing the sadistic head twist and gasp at the impact. Not much in the way of a spank ripple, but there was enough jiggle down there to make him grin. Enough to make him feel good about it all.

“Don’t you speak back to me, mutt.”

“Nnngh…ooooh,” Ym moaned. “Oh, that’s good…”

“You’re going to get so much more than that, bitch.”

Every little comment was getting the Archfiend more and more wound up. He hadn’t heard a word from Bor; he imagined that the ‘fair’ head was completely lost to Ym’s lust, and the few protests from Ha were quiet mutters rather than outspoken complaints. Only Ym seemed to be that conscious of everything going on, and Ym wiggled his hips back and forth, begging for it with every move he made.

Well, Eoghann was happy to oblige.

He rammed forward and that puckered hole swallowed him right up. The heat inside was just what he had hoped for; the imps had already been warmer than his mortal partners on earth, but the inside of the hellhound was something else. It was like teasing fire – in a non-painful way – licking up around his cock, the inner walls heated and sucking and clenching down on his cock.

Despite the size difference, that constant flexing was made him feel like a giant. A well-hung, powerful giant.

He thrust forward, his hips smacking between the cheeks rather than against the other man’s hips. Forward, back, forward, back, rapidly building up power with each one until he was ramming himself in as fast as he could.

Smack, smack, smack. The sound echoed off the obsidian walls all around him, and the sight of his blurry reflections fucking such a huge ass only made him feel hotter and hotter. His cock throbbed with each new angle he saw, the shimmering black walls burning brighter all around him, the floor reflecting his swaying balls, the ceiling showing the big male bent over before him in all his glory.

[i]I’m fucking the Archfiend of Punishment,[/i] he thought, hardly able to believe it. [i]I’m fucking the Archfiend of fucking Punishment.[/i]

The sheer impossibility of that slammed into the need to take some revenge, some control for all that happened to him. He reached out –

Shimmer.

Shimmer.

Three collars and three leashes took form, one appearing around each neck and running back to his hand. It wasn’t his magic that conjured it, but rather, the power of the beast beneath him. No, the [i]bitch[/i] beneath him.

“Good [i]bitch![/i]”

He grunted as he spanked Borymha’s ass again, feeling it shake under him as he rammed in up to the hilt. The hounds moaned all together, all three heads grunting and moaning and whimpering as they were used.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Despite being less than half Borymha’s size, he pulled the leashes like he was the biggest, roughest hound in all the Circle. The Cerberus moaned, his hole clenching tighter against each hard thrust, and he started to grind back against the badger’s hips.

“Mmmph…more…more…”

“What are you, mutt?”

“Three…three bitches in one!” Ym shouted.

“Yeah? And what else?”

“A mutt, a butt-slut mutt that needs – nnnngh!”

Eoghann slammed himself in up to the hilt. He didn’t know how his size worked for the Archfiend so well; maybe he really was that sort of butt-slut that would get off on anything up his ass so long as its user was forceful enough. Whatever the reason was, the Archfiend was gasping and moaning, panting like one of the mortal knot-sluts that had been getting punched down for the last two and a half years, and…

And it was invigorating.

Something about the whole thing – the moaning Archfiend, the fact that he had taken charge, the fact that this was his revenge, and the sight of someone so huge and powerful under him – pushed the badger over the edge. He lasted a sum total of three more thrusts before his balls pulled up and –

“Nnngh!”

He came, and he came hard. Pulling the leashes taut, he almost strangled the Archfiend, or at least felt like he was. The pulsing, throbbing pleasure of his balls pulling up and his cum shooting out was so novel that it was almost like he had forgotten how it felt to cum ‘properly.’

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

The badger ground his hips against the Archfiend’s ass, feeling the giving muscles compress around him. Each sudden clench around his cock was another burst of pleasure, and each throb around his shaft, each milking motion, pulled more cum out of him. The knot-slut beneath him moaned, whimpering, all but drooling from all three heads. It was a glorious sight for him.

“Mmm…mmm…”

It might be temporary, and he might have an unfair advantage, but he had conquered one of the fiends that owned him. That thought was more than enough to keep a hate-boner going between his legs.

The soft click-clack of doors opening caught his ears. He looked up from the brute between his legs and saw that the door to the throne room had come flying open. More mortals – male and female alike – stepped through the door, huffing and grinning. Some of them were clearly out of breath, having run from the Coliseum to the palace, while others looked like they’d just meandered by when they realized what was going on.

In either case, their eyes were locked on the Cerberus on the floor. A panda woman, a bull male, and a thick-hipped lion stepped forward, leading the other mortals that clearly wanted their turn with the Archfiend.

Oddly enough, Eoghann felt a strange rush of possessiveness. After all, he had been the first to take the Cerberus for his own; they should be asking him for permission to have their pleasure. For now –

For now.

That was the important phrase. He wasn’t so far gone that he forgot that things would swing around again, and proclaiming himself as the full owner of an Archfiend was just begging for reprisals. And the Cycling would guarantee that Ha would eventually come round again; even if he was lucky enough for Bor not to hold a grudge, he knew for a fact that Ha would.

So, he loosened his grip on the leashes, waving for them to come forward.

“Go on. Show him where he belongs,” he said. “If you want your pleasure, then make him give it to you.”

“Oh, we will,” the panda said, grinning wide. “I plan on keeping a tongue right between my legs for a while.”

“Haven’t had a chance to get a tongue under my tail for a few years,” the lion said, huffing as he groped his ass. “I bet that this big mutt is going to be perfect for ass worshiping.”

“Mmmmm, been dreaming of ramming my dick down his throat for the last five years…I can’t wait to see how it feels…”

Eoghann pulled on the leashes again. Ha resisted for a second, huffing and trying to turn his head away, but the pleasure of Ym was too much. Before long, Eoghann watched the sadistic dog turn his head toward the nearest dick, swallowing it down as the bull rammed it down his throat.

All. The way. Down.

The glukking sounds Ha made, the soft lapping slurps from Ym with his muzzle between the lion’s cheeks, and the grunts and huffs from Bor as he sucked on the panda’s cunt, were all just that much hotter, and kept his dick rock hard. He could feel his own load around his shaft, soaking against his cock, and he chuckled.

[i]I’m in charge…[/i]

Not for long, he knew, and not because he was stronger than the Archfiend, but because he’d been fast enough to be the first one to grab hold of Borymha and put him to use. It could have been any other mortal in the Circle, but this time, it had been him.

Seeing what he could make Borymha do, watching the three heads go to work servicing the other mortals, was enough to put him right on the edge of orgasm again. He huffed, shaking his head.

“Gonna take a while to break this bitch in…better get to it…”

He thrust, and came, and kept thrusting. All that time forced through one orgasm after another had done wonders for getting his stamina up.

#

A year and a half later, his time in the Circle of Punishment was done. He was allowed to stay for the final Cycling, watched as Haborym took Borymha’s place, but as soon as it was done, the Cerberus had tasked the imps to seize him and carry him to the end of the Circle of Punishment.

It wasn’t a cruel carrying, though. He wasn’t treated as a prisoner, nor as someone that was bound for humiliation. Then again, considering the sheer amount of time that he had spent holding Borymha’s leash, he imagined that the Archfiend was rewarding his skill to some degree.

Eoghann certainly didn’t believe that most mortals would be allowed to crowd-surf a dozen imps from one end of the Circle of Punishment to the other.

Of course, it still involved getting groped and felt up and everything like that. He had more hands on his ass in the time it took to get from the arena to the borders than he had in the last year and a half, and more than one imp managed to get a finger inside of him. It was embarrassing as much as it was pleasurable, and they still used that old name of his: Pillow-Butt.

Whenever he thought about protesting, however, he reminded himself that he couldn’t rely on the pleasurable authority that he’d had over the last year and a half. That had been an exception, not a rule. He would have to remember his place, at least to a degree, even if…

Even if he had been the one to fuck an Archfiend’s ass repeatedly.

They walked down from the mountains and hills of the volcanic plain, eventually reaching a river of lava. The imps stopped, and Eoghann blinked, looking around to see where he was supposed to go next.

Then, they threw him in.

He screamed – anyone would – before hitting the orange surface. Sinking faster than he knew was possible, he fell to the rocky riverbed…and realized that the lava wasn’t burning him to bits.

Instead, it was just…warm. Warmer than the River Lethe, but with similar properties. Already, the memories of his time atop Borymha were fading, and so were the years of slavery under Ymhabor, and the fights that he had attempted under Haborym. Even as he strained to call up images of his victories and his losses, his hard-use as a slave, and the pleasures of dominance, the pictures in his mind’s eye grayed out, then faded completely. There was only a vague sense of something left behind, something earned, something lost, something…

Something important.

Something pleasurable.

Something powerful.

As he floated in the river of lava, Eoghann held onto that last bit. The river was pulling at it, too, but he squeezed the feeling tight.

[i]Gotta fight…always have to fight…because if you don’t…[/i]

If he didn’t, he would lose everything. If he fought, then at least he had a chance to remember what power was. If he fought, then at least the opponent had to make an effort to break him down.

A bigger hand reached into the river, one that could belong to no imp, and grabbed him by the ankle. Eoghann grunted as he was pulled free and tossed onto the ground again. He coughed, sputtering as he hacked up a bit of the ‘lava’ that had leaked into his throat before he closed his mouth.

“I swear, there will be vengeance,” Ha’s head said, growling deep down in his throat. “Leashing me. Leashing me! Nobody has ever had that sort of impertinence before.”

“He moved quicker than the others. He was smart enough to enjoy himself,” Bor’s head said, shaking slowly. “But there will be comeuppance, mortal. In forty-two years, you will return, and we will have another…competition.”

Eoghann coughed again, shaking his head as he slowly wobbled his way to his feet. His loincloth had somehow survived the fall into the river, though he didn’t know how. It laid over a shaft that was just starting to get hard and balls that hung low. He chuckled, shaking his head as he wobbled back and forth.

“Forty-two years, then. Maybe next time I won’t be so fat when I come out of Indulgence,” he said.

“Maybe. Or maybe you will be fatter still, and be a toy for the slightest of imps,” Haborym said. “I will see you then, and we shall find out.”

“And I’ll fight harder than I did this time.”

“Perhaps. But I hope you will.”

The Cerberus gestured to the river, and a boat rose from the lava. Made of dark ash burnt to solidity, it somehow floated. Eoghann didn’t know how it managed that, but he knew that he would be able to trust it. Somehow.

He took a step toward it, then stopped. He looked over his shoulder at the Cerberus.

“A question, if I may.”

“Ask,” the Cerberus said.

“My magic –”

“What about it?”

“Do I have…anything left?”

“No.”

Haborym’s response was so matter-of-fact that it felt like it cut his legs out from under him. The Cerberus shook his head.

“The only power that you ever had was from the pact with us. We gave you power, knowledge, understanding. Without the pact, you have nothing. The only power that you have will be what we decide to allow you.”

“…I see…”

“Are you satisfied?”

“I…yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“Then go.”

As soon as he stepped foot on the boat, it set off. He barely noticed the passage of the land around him, too busy fighting the feeling of helplessness that had settled on his shoulders. For all that he hadn’t bothered to try and use his magic since falling to Hell, he hadn’t thought that it would be [i]gone.[/i] After losing so many times in Punishment, he could only imagine how little chance he stood if anything wanted to force something. No magic, no real skill in fighting…

And four more Circles of Hell to go.

The volcanic skies and background of Punishment faded away, turning into something deeper, more luscious. The darkness remained, and so did the mountains, but the aura of the next circle felt more lush, more vibrant. There was an excitement to the air, one that felt like a hushed crowd waiting to cheer.

The lava led him to another dock, one staffed with kobolds, miniature dragon-like things that were smooth and soft to the eye, all of whom wore slick robes that felt more suited to a bedroom than the slope of a mountain.

He’d barely stepped off the boat before one of them reached out with a clawed hand and cut the belt that held the loincloth to his hips. It fluttered away, burning into nothing as soon as it touched the lava. He blinked, slowly turning back to the dark-scaled kobold.

“Why…”

“That is far too gaudy for our master,” the kobold said, clapping his hands and calling the others forward. “Archfiend Marthim is far too busy with his pleasures to come and meet you. You should consider yourself fortunate; it means that we will have the time to outfit you for his pleasure before he has the chance to lay eyes on your…interesting self.”

“Are you always so formal around here?”

“Unlike those in the Circle of Punishment, we have standards. If you wish to meet Archfiend Marthim, then you will have to meet those standards. Unless you wish him to say you never arrived, because you were too busy serving us, instead?”

Eoghann looked at the kobold crowd, then sighed.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

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

Summary: And off to the last of the Circle of Punishment chapters. Time to see what the last head is like.

Tags: M/M, Humiliation, Reversal, Oral Knotting, Hellhound, Cerberus, Badger, Various Species, Hell, Training, Series, Anal, Leash and Collar, Nudity,