“Wake up!” A growly voice jolted Oak awake. Glaring at the direction of the voice near the end of the bed through his sleep blurred vision, Oak pulled himself to a seated position.

“What the fuck!” Oak pushed his messy hair out of his face, scowling at the red demon who bared his fangs in return.

“I’m done waiting for you. You’ve been asleep for 6 hours which is an acceptable length of sleep for humans. So get the fuck up so we can figure out what you want and I can leave.”

“That’s too many words with not enough coffee.” Oak scrubbed at his face with a groan. “I need to piss, shower, drink at least 2 cups of coffee, and check in with my assistant. Then we can deal with…” Oak trailed off, waving his hand in the direction of the demon.

Xaph growled low in his throat, his arms crossing over his chest in what Oak was sure was meant to be a threatening manner. His biceps bulged, thick pierced pecs framed and on display. The combination of…all of him was enough to make Oak’s morning wood start leaking precome.

“That is unacceptable.” Xaph’s fangs dug into his lower lip after he spoke and Oak was almost sure a puff of smoke left his right nostril.

“Well, thanks to this display, you’ve now added jacking off to my morning shower time.” Oak replied, throwing the blankets off and standing from the bed. Raising his arms into the air, he gave a long and satisfying stretch knowing it showed off the slim lines of his body. Reaching down to adjust the throbbing dick in his panties, he cast one more look at Xaph who appeared intrigued, offended, and ready to murder everyone all at the same time. Oak chuckled to himself. walking into the bathroom with a sway in his hips, hoping to calm down the grumpy creature with the view of his plump ass.

“Hurry the fuck up.” Xaph’s voice carried through the shut bathroom door.

“Keep dirty talking to me and I won’t take too long!” Oak shouted in a reply. Forgoing the piss as his dick was too hard for it, he flipped the shower on and set to undressing and brushing his teeth before getting under the spray.

Even over the sound of the shower, Oak could hear the timber of Xaph’s voice in the other room, his growls traveling through the door and literally straight to Oak’s dick. With a trembling hand, Oak squirted a healthy amount of his favorite silicone lube into his palm then grabbed his shaft and started pumping.

“Oh shit.” Oak grunted, he could feel the slight oversensitivity inside his urethra from his play last night. Combined with his full bladder, the growls and grunts of the tall, muscly Demon prowling through his bedroom, he was so overwhelmed with pleasure he didn’t think it would take long at all for him to finish.

His balls pulled up snug against his body, his nipples prickled and pointed even in the steamy enclosed shower. Oak moaned, tilting his head forward to watch his cock shuttle through the grip in his hand. He could see the slight swell of his full bladder and shivered at the sight, his free hand coming up to gently run his fingers over it.

“Are you fucking serious in there?” Xaph yelled, a fist rattling the bathroom door.

“Come inside and let me just stare at you for ten seconds and I’ll be done, Red.” Oak shouted in reply precome pouring from his still stretched piss hole. Another loud growl and a fist to the door had Oak shuddering, thinking of that great hulking shape towering over him, caging him in.

“Oh fuck.” He pressed against his full bladder, teasing the slit on his cock head with his pinky finger. He couldn’t hold back any longer and as much as he’d like to drag out the fantasies of Xaph watching and touching him, he wasn’t a total asshole to keep the guy waiting forever. A few more rough tugs over his shaft, focusing pressure on his frenulum and bladder had Oak coming with a drawn out moan he had no control over.

Eyes slamming shut as he trembled and grunted through the jerking of his cock, spraying his come against the tiled wall. Flashes of fire twisted through his mind as the pleasure rolled through him. As soon as the last spurt of come shot out of him, Oak sighed and relaxed his body, leaning against the warm tiles. Slowly massaging his softening cock and extended bladder, Oak gazed down to watch as piss started to stream from the reddened tip.

“Oh god.” Oak shivered, letting his piss hit the walls and bounce back onto his own body, the relief of emptying almost as good as the orgasm. Long moments later, his stream petered off and Oak allowed himself another moment of stillness before he tuned back into his surroundings.

The water was still warm at his back, thanks to the extra large water tank he upgraded. Shower scenes weren’t uncommon for him to film and no one wanted to film in cold water. As he grabbed his shampoo to start taking care of normal shower business, Oak realized he could no longer hear the demon growling and stomping all over his bedroom anymore.

Sparing barely a thought to where the creature could have wandered off to, Oak allowed himself to carry about his routine as normal. Shampoo, condition, a delightful body wash, making sure his asshole was clean and slightly stretched in case he needed to film later. He paid extra attention to his face, making sure to cleanse it well after the half-assed version he gave it last night. Having gotten laser hair removal around his cock, balls, hole, and legs years ago he didn’t have to worry about taking extra time for shaving, and he generally only had to shave his face once a week.

Finally turning off the shower, he exited into the steamy bathroom, the floors heated, and the room warm enough that he allowed his body to drip dry while he wrapped his hair in a towel. Oak hummed to himself softly, still hearing silence from the other side of the door and set to moisturizing his body from top to bottom.

His daily routine wasn’t excessive, at least he didn’t think so. Certainly not as a performer. He kept his body looking good because it was his job to look good. And it felt good to keep himself clean and his body soft. There had been a few past boyfriends and hook ups who complained that he took as long as a girl to get ready. Oak tended to ignore the complaints and remind them of how much they loved his smooth asshole, his perfectly pouty red lips around their dicks, or the way his mascara ran down his cheeks.

They never lasted long anyways. He wasn’t really a relationship kind of person. Between being a camboy, a twink who liked make up, and interests that skewed darker than the general population…well let’s just say one of those three things was often enough to scare a guy away let alone all three.

Oak sighed, trying to turn his mind away from his past failures as he turned to getting dressed. Opting for a black skirt with a skull mesh overlay that touched the top of his red painted toes, he paired it with a random band tee that was slightly too big and draped over his shoulder. He tucked the top into the skirt. Satisfied with his clothes, Oak applied just some basic make up for the day, knowing he was supposed to film a few videos but not sure if things needed to change with his current guest in residence. Foundation, mascara, and a lip tint and then a quick scrunch of curl moose to his hair and he felt ready to face the world.

Well, once he had some coffee. Lots of coffee.

Once again grabbing the box containing the demon headed sounding rod along with his phone, Oak made his way downstairs. He was greeting with the sight of Xaph staring out the large living room window, his harsh gaze penetrating the woods beyond his yard.

“What did the woods ever do to you, Red?” Oak joked on his way passed into the kitchen to start the coffee maker.

“You said you used ‘he’ pronouns.” Xaph’s inquired in return, following into the kitchen, loitering in the doorway once again.

“Yup.” Oak replied, setting out the ingredients for scrambled eggs and toast to go with his coffee.

“Then why…” Xaph trailed off and Oak peeked over his shoulder at the demon to see him gazing at the skirt as it swished around Oak’s legs.

“Do demons not play around with gender expression? Skirts don’t belong to women or people with she, her pronouns. Besides, imagine how nice it feels to let your cock and balls free all day?” Oak chuckled at Xaph’s scrunched face as he turned to shimmy his hips in the demon’s face, demonstrating the freedom his genitals had in the outfit.
Xaph grumbled to himself, swiping a hand down his face and shaking his head.

“Do you eat human food?” Oak asked, turning back to his eggs.

“I don’t need sustenance right now, human. I need to know what you want so I can leave.” And he was back to the growly voice. Oak’s dick should not be ready for round two already but it was trying it’s hardest at the sound.

“Seeing as I have no idea why I summoned you, we’ll have to brainstorm and no one brainstorms well on an empty stomach.” Oak responded, popping the bread into the toaster.

Xaph growled and stalked away, back to glare at the trees from what Oak could tell. Poor trees. Oak ignored the creature and focused on adding veggies and cheese to the eggs for the perfect mix. Grabbing two plates and adding extra eggs, double the toast, and more fruit to one than the other.

He poured some coffee and water into cups before bringing it all to the round table on the other side of the kitchen, “Foods up.” Oak yelled out, sitting on his chair with one leg bent with his feet on the seat, the other folded and tucked under. He added a bit of sugar and cream to his coffee, stirring it together when Xaph wandered back in gazing down at the table as if he didn’t know what to make of it.

“Sit. Eat.” Oak instructed the hulking demon.

Standing in the kitchen doorway, watching this tiny human take a bite of toasted bread, Xaph didn’t know how to wrap his head around what was happening. Not only was the human not afraid of him, he was being nice. Offering sustenance, freely opening his house to a demon. It was baffling. And infuriating.

Xaph had not been able to control his dick when the human was taunting him from the shower. Listening to the sounds of him touching himself, smelling the arousal in the air once again, sent Xaph to the other bathroom down the hall. It shared a wall with the one Oak occupied. Hating himself for every moment of weakness, Xaph jacked his own cock while listening to Oak spend his pleasure in the shower next door. His moans were something the demon would never forget, but hearing the pleasure the human took when he released his bladder after his orgasm was what sent Xaph over his own edge.

And now, sitting at the small table across from him, despite the body wash and lotions coating the boy from head to toe, Xaph could still smell the scent of come and piss on his skin. Xaph’s cock strained in his trousers, overly pleased at the scent and the way the human was providing for him with food and drink. Ignoring it as best he could, he hunched over his plate and started eating.

Half way through his plate, Oak started talking. “So, now that we both have some food in us. Let’s start with what we know.” Xaph glanced up from his plate. Oak’s plate was empty and he was sitting back drinking from his coffee cup.

“You summoned me.” Xaph grunted in response, gulping down his own water before turning back to his plate.

“Yes, we’ve established that. But we don’t necessarily know the how or the why which seems to be the sticking point.” Oak paused, gazing off in thought. Xaph kept his eyes averted. The clothes that Oak claimed had no bearing on his gender were tantalizing and now that he was close enough to the human, he could see that the man had painted his face like a woman as well. His eyes looked large, his lips were pouty with gloss and Xaph wanted to see them wrapped around his red cock as the human choked on him.

Growling to himself, Xaph shifted in his chair, sitting up straighter and finally picking up his own coffee, keeping it plain. He didn’t want to sit and brainstorm with the human but it seemed like the only way to get out of this clusterfuck of a summoning.

“’Seed of life and the oxygen of the soul to an effigy…” Oak murmured, turning his eyes back to Xaph. “That’s what you said the ritual needed, right?”

“Yes.”

“An effigy is just an image of some kind.” Oak defined the word they both obviously knew but Xaph watched as he pulled the black velvet box over and opened it up. Pulling out the…sexual pleasure device that featured his head. “How do you know this is you and not some random demon?”

“Presumably because you summoned me and not some random demon.” He snarled in response. Discounting that fact, Xaph just knew. The placement and number of ridges on a Demons horns were as unique as a human’s finger prints. The steel might show a skull instead of a full head, but it was him without a doubt.

“Hmm.” Oak hummed and twirled the rod around his fingers as he seemed to drift off in thought again. “I suppose ‘seed’ is a fairly straightforward requirement.” Oak chuckled to himself. “Disguising this thing as a sex toy is brilliant for that purpose.”

Xaph grunted, with a roll of his eyes. He still couldn’t believe that harsh metal object went inside anyone’s dick let alone some tiny human who looked like he would blow away in the wind. Usually the offering of the seed of life for his summons wasn’t given in such a…satisfying manner. He wasn’t a sex or pleasure demon after all. It was more about the sacrifice of potential life than the arousal and pleasure experienced.

“And you must have bleed all over the fucking thing when you stuffed it up your cock, too,” Xaph commented, stuffing the last of the food into his mouth and gulping down the rest of his coffee.

Oak threw his head back on a laugh, his long smooth neck exposed to Xaph’s fiery gaze. Fuck this human.

“I’m not sure why it’s so funny. How else would the scenario of shoving a large piece of metal down your piss hole go?” Xaph grumbled, not enjoying how the human continued to giggle, laying the effigy back in it’s box before he turned those full, piercing hazel eyes up at the demon.

“Maybe I could show you.” Oak winked, biting on his lower lip.

Xaph’s brain was filled with static, looking between the blush staining the human’s cheeks and his reddened lip caught between his own teeth.

I could show you.

I could show you.

I could show you.

Ran on repeat in his head and before he could even start to form a response, a loud sound emitted from the device next to the velvet box on the table.

“What is that?” Xaph asked, sitting up straight in his chair, sniffing the air for danger. Oak’s posture was relaxed, unconcerned as he picked up the device and clicked around on it’s glass face.

“It’s the motion alert for the camera at the end of my drive.” Oak replied, not picking up his gaze.

“Motion alert? There’s someone on the property?” Xaph was out of his seat before he even finished speaking, moving to the living room and it’s wide open window. It was a good vantage point but that also made it a large target. The curtains were open, there were no bars or protections across the glass pane. Xaph stood to the side, keeping his body behind the wall as much as he could as he peered out.

It was still fairly early in the day, animals and birds lurked around the green grass, darting in and out of the woods. The gravel pathway in front of the house must have lead to the main road but Xaph couldn’t see any movement on it. Could the thing turn invisible? Maybe it didn’t know of the alert and only changed once it could be spotted?Xaph’s ears twitched, turning slightly toward the front of his face to pick up sounds from outside.

“What are you doing?” Oak’s voice came from behind him. Before the fragile as fuck human could place himself in harms way in front of the wide open window, Xaph brought his arm back, grabbed around his waist and anchored the man in place with his palm grasping a bony hip. “Excuse me, asshole. I didn’t ask to be manhandled.”

“Be quiet,” Xaph hissed over his shoulder, glancing back at the scowl on Oak’s face but paid it no heed as he turned back to look out the window.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing but let me go.” Oak shifted in his hold but despite the awkward angle and only using one hand to secure him in place, Xaph was much stronger than the boy. Faintly, Xaph picked up the sound of something electric and motorized. It was still a distance away, he couldn’t see it but he heard it as it rolled over the gravel path.

“Fuck!” Xaph found himself down on one knee, the hand that had been holding Oak tingling as he used it to catch himself against the window pane which shook at the impact but thankfully didn’t crack. He had been so focused on the threat coming up the path and hadn’t for a second thought the puny human behind him could physically move him in anyway. The knee to the back of his own and the pinch to a nerve in his shoulder had taken him by surprise.

“I’m all for being pushed around or held down, Red. But only on my own fucking terms. And your hands were not invited to my body so keep them to yourself, dick.” Oak reprimanded him, his voice increasing in volume with each word.

“I’m trying to protect you, you little fucking pest. Now shut the fuck up.” Xaph growled, standing and turning to face Oak, his ears swiveling back to keep the sounds of something coming toward them in range.

“I don’t need your protection!”

“If you would just-”

“No, you listen-”

“Quiet!” Xaph whisper yelled, slamming his large hand over the human’s mouth. The contrast of their skin color – the human’s pale and smooth, his red and rough – dragged his attention down momentarily. His hand was so large it engulfed Oak’s mouth and chin, but he kept it from the man’s nose so he could still breath. The electric sound and crunching of gravel was loud now as the thing out there exited the forest line. It must have been moving down the visible path.

“Danger.” Xaph whispered.

Blog About Ch3: Why Was Xaph Summoned?

We’re only on chapter 3 and I’ve managed to sneak in 2 self pleasure smutty scenes. 😈 Oops? Or yay? 😉

I’m having fun writing how Oak and Xaph interact, it’s a bit of a different relationship than I’ve written before and I’m hoping the snark is coming through a bit.

Any guesses on WHY Oak summoned Xaph? What does he want?