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Chapter 2

The two demons grabbed Chris and took him into their guard hut. It was a shack made of wood with a metal desk in it and monitors on the wall to monitor Wyatt’s stronghold.

The first demon looked Chris up and down and licked his lips. It wasn’t often they got a witch in here they could use as a toy. Most were sane enough to stay away. The ones that were insane were… useful to them and then thrown in Wyatt’s dungeon where the ruler could do what he liked.

“What powers do you think he has?”

“He tried to use one with his arm.”

The second demon rummaged around in one of the drawers and pulled out a length of rope. He quickly tied Chris’s wrists together with tight, unforgiving knots that he was sure the witch couldn’t get out of.

Chris gave a light moan as he was rolled over on his back, his eyelids fluttering to reveal dazed green orbs. He screwed them shut again and then opened them to find the two demons looking down at him. He immediately sprung to life, trying to wrench his arms free to use his power but finding he couldn’t. And Wyatt’s shield around this place stopped anyone transporting in or out except him…

Chris tried to get up and use kickboxing skills inherited from numerous sessions with his dead aunt Phoebe but the first demon pinned his shoulders down on the desk.

As the second demon reached down towards his jeans Chris yelled out, struggling harder to break free as the second demon pulled the zipper down teasingly, exposing white boxers. The demon teased open the button hole and reached inside, gently trailing his fingers up and down Chris’s soft cock.

Despite himself, Chris tilted his head back and let it rest on the desk, giving a moan. He tried to stop the blood flowing into his dick but it wasn’t working. It had been so long since he had had anyone’s hand but his own touching him like this…

The demon noticed the growing member in his hand and smiled, stroking Chris lightly up and down to hear another grown come from the boy. They sent shivers through him and his own erection was straining against the pants of the uniform Wyatt made him wear.

He stroked Chris up and down a few times more and then let the witch-whitelighter’s cock fall from his hand. Chris brought his head up off the desk and looked at him, almost pleadingly. The demon’s dick throbbed.

“Just a couple of favours for us and we might let you get off,” he told Chris, undoing the witch’s button and pulling his jeans down to his ankles. Chris’s eyes widened and he tried to struggled again but his kick was stopped by the jeans around his legs.

“No… Don’t…” Chris whimpered. This brought back so many bad memories he had fought so had to repress…

The demon holding him down adjusted his bulging crotch obviously. “Listen to him beg,” he said, fantasizing about fucking Chris’s face.

“Yeah… I think this one’s gonna be a squealer. I love it when they squeal,” his counterpart replied, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Chris’s boxers and suddenly yanking them down. Chris’s erection was still poking out of the fly and it pinged back up as the boxers joined his jeans around his ankles.

Chris watched as the demon that wasn’t holding him down stuck out his tongue and licked the head of Chris’s cock. Chris groaned again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a blowjob…

The demon slipped his lips over the head of Chris’s erection and looked up into the witch’s face. Chris was lying back down, licking his lips with his mouth slightly open. The demon put one hand forcefully on Chris’s stomach to stop the brunette bucking further into his mouth. Chris was writhing on the desk now and the demon removed his lips, enjoying having driven the boy mad with desire.

Chris didn’t look up when the demon’s head came up; hoping that more was to come. However, when the demon pulled Chris’s jeans and boxers off and threw them onto the floor the witch-whitelighter got up, managing to overpower his captor because the demon was only using one hand to hold him down and was using the other to knead his dick in his uniform pants.

However he was slammed back down onto the desk with two hands, one of them glistening with demonic precum.

The demon holding him down realised that this witch still had one hell of a lot of fight in him yet and would have to wait his turn to get off tonight as his colleague practically ripped off the bottom half of his uniform to reveal that he wasn’t wearing underwear. His erection sprang free and he threw each of Chris’s legs over his shoulders and pulled the witch-whitelighter closer to him.

Chris was still struggling so the half-naked demon started stroking him again. Chris was distracted with pleasure as the demon rammed his entire cock into Chris in one quick movement.

Suddenly, the waves of pleasure from his dick were matched by waves of pain from his hole. Chris shouted in pain and the demon didn’t move, testing Chris with his dick buried deep inside of him. Eventually, the demon pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back into Chris again and again and again.

Chris stopped feeling so much pain as his body adjusted to being fucked and every now and again the demon touched his spot, causing him to moan in ecstasy.

The demon fucking him slapped his ass. “Stop that… noise… Fucking… turns me on. Won’t be able to… hold out…”

“Is he good?”

“Fucking… amazing. Tighter than that… bitch’s pussy we had last… week…” He brushed Chris’s spot again and the witch-whitelighter gasped.

The demon slammed into him hard, pounding his ass harder and harder. It was sending spasms up his dick but was having the desired effect on Chris — punishing him. Chris whimpered quietly in pain as he was slammed into so hard the desk started moving even with his weight and the weight of the demon holding him.

This hurt so much… It was so much pain and Chris closed his eyes, trying to ride it out. But the demon pulled out of Chris entirely and Chris felt cool relief before the demon hammered his entire cock back inside Chris so hard and fast that he hurt his balls on the desk edge and tore his captive.

Chris sat up a little and yelled out in pain, twisting the ropes behind his back and trying to get free. But then his scream turned into another moan as his prostate was brushed again and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“You better gag him,” the demon fucking Chris told his partner, not slowing up.

“My pleasure” He unzipped his pants and then threw them to the floor, revealing that he, too, didn’t wear underwear. He wrenched Chris’s face to the side and slammed the head of his cock to the back of the crying witch-whitelighter’s throat.

Chris had to abandon any sounds he might have made as he choked, needing air. The demon held his dick there so that Chris couldn’t make a noise even if he wanted to, Chris’s throat clenching reflexively causing him enough pleasure to emit a groan.

Suddenly Chris felt cum shoot into his insides, coating them with warm stickiness. It was over. The demon kept his erection in, enjoying the slippery feeling of his own seed swimming inside his captive.

“What do we have here?”

Chris was able to pull away from the dick suffocating him and he gasped in air as the demon quickly pulled out of him and tossed him into the corner. Chris lay there with his face to the wooden wall, trying to get rid of the pain.

“Uh… Nothing, Master. We… uh, we just caught this witch trying to break in.”

“And then required you both to remove your pants?”

“We… thought we’d teach him a lesson.”

“I don’t not kill you so you can sit around in here fucking anyone that you choose. You’re on the clock, so act like it. Or I will see to it that you both die very painful deaths, GOT IT? Now put your pants back on and fucking act like my guards, okay?”

The looked into their Lord’s frigid yet blazing blue eyes and nodded, reaching for their uniform pants.

“Can you manage to take him to the dungeon? Oh, wait. What a stupid question. I’ll do it myself, like I have to do everything around this place. What’s the good of help if they don’t HELP?!” He strode across the room and grabbed Chris’s shoulder, rolling the witch-whitelighter over.

Chris cowered beneath the tall figure above him, a dull ache from his head and his hole overcoming most of his senses.

“Chris…” the blond said, reeling back in shock. “What did you do to him?”

“We… Chris? Wait? Your brother?”

“Yes, you retard. My BROTHER! What is he doing here?”

“We, we found him, sir.”

“And you decided you’d, what, fuck his brains out? How dare you?" Wyatt's anger was blazing in his icy eyes and he took a menacing step towards his guards.

“We… we didn’t know it was him! He’s changed!”

“Well, if you’d been following orders then you wouldn’t have been having sex with him in the FIRST PLACE, would you?!”

Chris was coming back to reality slightly, enough to be able to listen to his brother’s tirade. He smirked to himself, adding in a theatrical pained mew. He knew Wyatt loved that sound. If he could wind his brother up enough, his captors would get what was coming to him.

“I swear to God the Wasteland is too good for what you’ve done to him,” Wyatt snarled, dispatching both of the guards with energy balls and standing in the middle of the hut, listening to the screams fade and watching the ash float to the floor.

Chapter 2 for you. Hope you liked. Reviews are always appreciated.
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