Page 29 of Demons Dig Donuts

He could just get his fingertips to touch with his thumb, and he stroked slowly, admiring the length and getting to know the piercings. He’d first thought it was going to be a Jacob’s ladder situation—a row of barbells running up the underside of the shaft like the sleepers of a train track—but this was something else entirely.

Instead of barbells, it was a series of thick metal rings that hugged Mr. Heiss’s full girth and gave him a permanently ribbed texture when he was hard as he was now.

Holy shit.

The Gates of Hell.

A fitting name for a demon’s chosen genital modification.

Indy let his thumb catch on each ring, and there were seven in all. He’d never thought a number was ever so truly lucky before, and his body clenched at the mere thought of taking all of this inside him. He’d be so open, soft and slick, and he could already imagine Mr. Heiss pounding him up against a wall and claiming his body over and over again.

As if sensing this new surge of lust, Mr. Heiss’s tail snaked around Indy’s cock and balls. The hold was firm but not overly tight, enough to make Indy writhe and moan and thrust forward to increase the intense feeling. The coils looped around his dick a few times, tightening and letting go, creating a blissful pulsing sensation.

Fuck.

It was good.

Indy had to finally break their kiss to gasp for air, and he whimpered as another section of Mr. Heiss’s tail slid right between his ass cheeks. He wasn’t going to question how ridiculously long that tail had to be to accomplish so many things at once because it simply felt too damn good.

Mr. Heiss growled, a low and rumbling sound, and he rubbed his tail up against Indy’s hole as the other loops of the appendage continued to tease and squeeze around Indy’s cock.

“Fuck,” Indy breathed.

“Do you like that, meat bag?” Mr. Heiss taunted.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” Indy wasn’t bothered by the insult. It honestly turned him on in a way, but not in a humiliating sense. It was empowering. If he was only a meat bag, after all, what did that say about Mr. Heiss being turned on by one?

Mr. Heiss was sweating, his brow shiny and glistening. His chest heaved, and there was a definite tremble in his claws as he reached back down to grab Indy’s ass. Even his tail shook in its movements, and there was, of course, the obvious statement of arousal—his big hard cock.

The one Indy was gleefully stroking, thumbing over the slit and all around the head. He did every little trick he knew, tightening his fingers on and off, as well as keeping his thumb stimulating the juicy head as he went up and down. He could feel it pulsing in his grip, so he continued on, flicking out his tongue to tease at Mr. Heiss’s lips.

Mr. Heiss let out a snarl and claimed Indy’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth for another deep kiss. His tail pulled harder, and the loop at Indy’s hole pushed upward with more force.

Indy had no idea if it could slip in like this. He had special enchantments on his body for preparation, both to skip several tedious steps and aid him in taking on cocks worthy of Godzilla. He didn’t want to press too quickly, but Jesus, he wanted to get off.

Today had been awful.

Kidnapping, murder, terror, and oh yeah, not finishing RuPaul’s Drag Race.

All on his day off.

The very least Mr. Heiss could do would be to help supply an orgasm or two.

“Please. I wanna come, Daddy.” Indy whined, his cock absolutely aching. The pressure had reached a point of discomfort, and he was desperate to climax. It was all he could think about, his entire body consumed with an all-encompassing heat like he was sunburned from the inside out.

Mr. Heiss growled, a low sound of warning, and he snarled, “Sir.”

Got it.

Not a fan of the fatherly kinks.

“Sir, please,” Indy pleaded.

“No,” Mr. Heiss replied, grabbing Indy’s hips and not letting him move an inch. “Not yet. I’m very disappointed with you.”

“What…?” Indy’s stomach twisted up. “Why, sir?”

“Because you have not been honest with me,” Mr. Heiss purred as his tail squeezed Indy’s cock. “You’re holding back. Why is that, hmm?”