Fetishized

by EdIam   

Bill and his best friend (and best man) Hank are arriving home from Bill’s wild bachelor party in Las Vegas. With only one train ride from the airport left on their trip home, they meet a strange man who has a strange power over them…and forces them to play a guessing game: the only hope they’ll have to return to normal.

Hey all! This was a little one-off story I released on my ko-fi for my subscribers last month. I’ve truly had the writing bug lately and will be releasing chapters of “Sinfulfillment” and “Beta Psi Phi” in the coming month, as well as already having a few other exclusive stories posted and ready for enjoyment! I’ll also be releasing the first chapter of a superhero story that Swizz and I worked on together! Swing on by!

Without further ado: here’s “Fetishized.” Enjoy!

“Dude, I can’t wait to get back home to Mary,” I said, sitting on the bench next to my best friend Hank.

“Bilbo?” Hank replied, using the nickname he’d called me by since middle school, “This was the last weekend of your freedom. We saw countless strippers, gambled our lives away, and I’m pretty sure your other groomsmen all ruined any and all relationships they had before the debauchery Vegas provided us for your, might I say, perfectly planned and executed bachelor party. And now that we’re one train ride away from home, all you can think about is Mary? I’m offended, bro.”

I laughed. Hank wasn’t wrong. It had been an incredibly fun weekend. My three groomsmen, him, and myself having one last ‘bro’ weekend before I married the love of my life next weekend. She, too, was at her bachelorette party with her girls, set to come home tomorrow morning.

Our bags at our feet, we awaited the go-ahead to board the L train at O’Hare on the way back home: him, to his condo on the Gold Coast, and me, to my high-rise apartment downtown in the Loop.

“Yes, yes, Hank. You did a great job. But Mary is…she’s just so…”

In a mocking tone, “I’m Bill and I love Mary and we’re gonna have fifty kids and live the American dream. Like my white picket fence? It’s American-made.”

As I laughed even harder, he continued, “Seriously, bro. I don’t think I could ever settle down. I’m happy for you, but I love pussy of all varieties. There will never be a day I settle for just one.”

“Well, buddy. I felt the same way until Mary came along. Believe me…her magical pussy is all I’ll ever need. It tastes like honey,” I added, feeling myself chub up slightly at the thought.

“Bleck…blehhhck…” Hank mocked vomiting.

Just then, we saw the Blue Line train shift to Southbound and the announcement that we could board, “Well, let’s go. I gotta get home and get ready for Mary to arrive tomorrow.”

“And I’ve already set a fuckfest with some rando I met at Sluggers,” Hank stated, already on his feet.

We headed towards the train, eager to find our seats. I knew we preferred our space, so we settled ourselves into the ‘caboose’, interesting noting that everyone else seemed to be passing it by. As we sat down, we only noticed on older man on the other end of the train. As more and more people passed by, I became increasingly aware that they seemed to be packing every other train but ours.

“That’s weird,” I pointed out, receiving nothing but a dumb ‘what?’ from Hank, “No one else is boarding this train and…well…look…”

I pointed towards the old man, who looked like he was concentrating a bit on something or another, staring blankly out the open doors and muttering to himself slightly.

“What the fuck, man?” Hank whispered, “Did we get on the one train with psycho? This is some Red Line behavior, bro.”

“Should we move to a…” I started.

“Doors closing,” the usual male voice from the L sounded as the doors closed, leaving the three of us alone.

“Welp, just settle in. We’re almost home. Hopefully he stays on his side and we’ll stay on ours,” Hank assured.

So we sat there, feeling the train lurch forward. The usual bumps of the train had us bucking slightly as we started chatting softly about a few of the crazier exploits from the weekend.

“Oh man, when Nate was vomiting right next to Xander getting that lab dance. That was so fucking hilarious, Bilbo,” Hank recalled through fits of laughter.

“Dude, you all were nuts. I def had fun, don’t get me wrong, but I’m nowhere near as crazy as you boys,” I responded, feeling like the ‘Dad’ of the group I’d always been.

Hank chuckled as he slapped my back, “It was good to see you drinking and having fun, even if it was all us having the most fun with the boobs and butts. You did get a fair share of winnings at the…”

“Hey boys. I was wondering what your names happened to be. Let an old man know who he’s sharing a train ride with?”

Stopping immediately, Hank and I looked down at the old man sitting at the other end of the train.

He looked weak and decrepit, sure, so we could easily kick his ass if it came to it. But we didn’t necessarily want to interact with him in any way at all. We’d been ignoring him intentionally and now, randomly, he was asking us our names?

Beyond weird.

“No, thanks,” I said simply.

“Please? I’m just an old homeless man with nothing to my name. I just wanted to know your names…”

Before I could politely decline, Hank spoke up, “Fuck off, dude. Just let us ride in peace, faggot.”

Wincing at the harshness with which Hank spoke, I tried to smile politely while elbowing him to remind him to be gentler.

Strangely, however, the old man seemed to smile even broader at his harshness, “Tell you what, young man. You tell me your names and I’ll gladly sit quietly until the next stop and get off. I simply want to know who I’m sharing a train with is all.”

Hank, looking at me to give a response. I shrugged, eager to get back to our conversation.

“Fine. I’m Hank. He’s Bill. Now fuck off,” Hank stated, much more cruelly than I’d wanted.

Smiling even broader, the man spoke up instantly, “Thank you, sonny. Now Hank and Bill? Come sit across from me and do it without saying a word. Once you sit, you’ll stay sitting until I tell you to get up and you can begin speaking at a normal volume again. Understand, Hank and Bill?”

At first, as the old man started to speak again, Hank seemed to get ready to really ream him. But, instantly, what the old man had told us to do, I did. I stood up, following Hank as he walked across the moving train, and sat down next to him immediately across from the withered old man.

Now that I was closer to him, I could really make him out. He was a quite ugly man, if I had to be honest, with a strange aura about him. It was almost like he was radiating a glim red light I couldn’t quite process with my senses. His bald head sat upon a wrinkled face, a few stray white hairs here and there sat upon a head with some random bumps that made his head shape even less appealing.

He was hunched over a bit, hiding the fact that he likely was a very thin, frail thing beneath the heavy trench coat covering nearly all of him…aside from a couple of socked feet resting on the floor with a hole in the right one revealing a wide big toe with a cracked nail.

In short, he was not someone that we wanted to go and sit across from.

“What the fuck, man! I don’t wanna be moving over here! What is going on!?” Hank angrily stated without raising his voice too much, as he’d been told to do. I, too, spoke up trying to express how insane this was as my confused mind tried to process why the two of us willingly stood up and sat across from this exceedingly creepy man.

“Quiet now, boys. Just listen.”

Oddly, I did exactly what he told me to do. That strange red glow that my brain couldn’t quite process was still on the edge of my consciousness, but now I could practically feel the energy radiating from him.

“You wanted to sit across from me. Admit it.”

Suddenly, the realization of the fact that I did want to sit across from him settled into my mind. It wasn’t like a sudden invasion or anything…more like an easy fact that settled nicely.

“Oh, you’re right. I did want to sit over here by you,” I found myself agreeing, feeling the truth in my words.

“Yeah. I did too. Not sure why. But I do,” Hank agreed.

The old man smiled an awkward toothy grin, revealing quite a few missing and darkened teeth. I could see his toes wriggling giddily.

“Because you boys are eager to tell me a good description of yourself. Hank the ginger with eyes like a bluest ocean first.”

I turned to Hank, waiting for him to start so I could have my turn to tell this stranger all about myself.

Smiling, Hank started, “Well, my name is Hank Fretman and I’m 23. Originally from the suburbs but moved into the city after college. Three brothers and one sister, I’m the baby of the family. Parents are pretty well off. I have a really big Catholic family. I work as an investment broker downtown now. Make pretty good money and love the awesome shit and babes it affords me. As you can see, I’m pretty focused on the gym. In the end, though, I’m a good friend, good worker, and cool dude, if you ask me. A bit of a party animal, I guess. I like booze, babes, and video games. Nothing much else I can think of.”

“Hank Fretman,” he stated, seemingly feeling the ‘shape’ of Hank’s first and last name in his mouth, “I take it you’re straight? Oh, and you want to answer anything I ask honestly without shame. Both of you.”

Hank smiled, “Straight as a fucking arrow, bro.”

“Good, good. Cock size?”

“Only a couple inches soft but about six and a half inches hard. Grower rather than a shower,” Hank answered without hesitation.

“Cut or uncut?”

“Uncut.”

“Good boy. You like it when I call you good boy.”

Hank practically glowed in a way I rarely saw him glow next to me, proud that he’d pleased the weird old guy. For my part, even if I knew I’d also answer any questions this rando asked honestly, I didn’t need to know my best bud’s cock size.

“Now you. Bill with the raven-black hair and sparkling brown eyes. Give me a brief synopsis like Hank did.”

I smiled, ready to start and eager to let him know about myself, “I’m William Greene but I go by Bill. Hank here calls me Bilbo. I’m 23 as well and we’ve been friends since middle school. He and I are gym buds and have been for years. I’m already a successful real estate salesman. I work for my dad’s business, as do all five of my older brothers. Like Hank, I’m the youngest. He gave us all an in and a cheap apartment in a high-rise downtown. I’m engaged to the love of my life, Mary, and we’re gonna get married next weekend. Hank and I are just returning from my bachelor party in Las Vegas. Not sure what else to say? I guess I’m kind of the responsible one in most of my friends’ lives?”

“William Greene. Engaged to a woman? I suppose you’re straight too?”

“Yup, I am! Only ever been into women. But I do have gay friends,” I responded honestly.

“Cock size?”

“Well, I’m 7 inches soft and 8.5 inches hard. I’m a bit of a shower, I suppose,” I answered, feeling Hank shiver with a little disgust next to me hearing about my dick.

“Cut? Uncut?”

“Cut. I think my dad was too. No religious reasons for it, just kinda what they did in my dad’s family before me,” I didn’t know how many details the old dude wanted, but I’d always tried to be a people pleaser.

He gave another toothy grin that, despite wanting to sit here, gave me a bit of unease.

“Now, boys. I need you to listen closely. I know you both want nothing more than to hear about me as well. It’s my turn to give you a synopsis of my life. No matter what I say, you’ll be deeply interested and nothing will scare, surprise, or make you feel uneasy in any way.”

I nodded, knowing that what he was saying was the truth.

“I’m a demon. Despite what you mortals may think of us eternals in made-up stories or tributes, most of us are merely bored creatures eager to cause chaos in your boring lives. And I’ve spent millennia stumbling across tempting souls to corrupt at my whim. My very words have power over mortals who are foolish enough to give me power over them with their names and you two happened to catch my eye out on the bench. I ensured we had some alone time as I play with the two of you.

“Many demons would say they’re doomed to exploit their prey after the Great Fall, but I relish in it. As with all demons, I used to be an angel…but that was a miserable existence of servitude and blind loyalty. Now, at the whim of my Lord Lucifer, I get to have all the fun I want for all eternity. While my powers are nowhere near as ever expansive as my Lord’s, I do have enough to change little aspects of sexual desire within men. And women…but they hold no interest for me.

“As with all living beings, immortal or not, I have my sexual preference. I’m very gay and find the male form particularly arousing. I never much enjoyed using my powers on women, despite having had to do so many, many times before. But men…they get me going. Makes my own demonic organ throb with desire and it’s only fair I feed my own desire after giving countless others sexual satisfaction…whether they wanted it or not. I only feel sexual satiation once I’ve ensured their fetishized corruption is embedded in their souls for the rest of their lives. I, my dear friends, will be giving both of you fetishes this evening.”

I sat there, unconcerned as he’d told me to be prior to his story, as I processed what he was saying. I was sitting across from a demon. This…well…this was proof that a lot of aspects of religion I’d discounted for most of my life was likely true. But not even that worried or scared me.

He’d confessed he was about to give us fetishes as well. It was wild to learn that not only were their actual demons and angels and God and Satan…but they were able to influence us to?

Intrigued, but not nervous, I asked, “But why us? There are billions of people across the world. Why did you choose us now?”

Smiling a literally devilish grin, “You were here and I was here. You’re young sexy men. Why wouldn’t I?”

“So you didn’t, like, pick us out from a fucking human database or something? It’s all dumb luck that we stumble on a demon that’s going to give us gay fetishes? And it’s unsettling that I’m not nervous about all of this. And I’m awkwardly not unsettled that I should be unsettled,” Hank asked, looking calm despite admitting his inner battle.

“No. I saw two handsome men and I wanted to have fun with them. We have one train ride to downtown Chicago to make sure you two are far more interesting…for me at least,” the demon stated.

“Why just fetishes? Why not just make us queer like you?” Hank added rather bluntly.

“I’m limited in my power, as I stated. I’m unable to provide a shift in your sexuality. But what gets your six-and-a-half inches aching with need is controllable. I can’t make you gay. But I can easily make your cock desire anything I can imagine,” the demon stated and then let out a strange ‘guffaw’ that sounded like a hyena.

We sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment until I thought of a question.

“So you know our names. Can we get your name?” I asked calmly.

“No,” he stated bluntly and seriously, “A name is powerful. I’m only able to corrupt you now because I’ve learned your names. If you two had remained indignant and never told me them, you’d still be free of my control.

“But, well, I like games. You can guess, if you’d like. If you guess my name, not only will you get your freedom from me, but I’m able to imbue you both with my power. All human magicians and hypnotists around the world only have their powers after besting a demon, after all.

“How about I start your demonically infused sexual desires, and you can guess until you hit your stop. I’ll even give you little hints. If you know your demonology, it shouldn’t be an issue. But, bear in mind, Hank has an all-encompassing fetish for all male feet.”

I followed along with what the man was saying, the cogs spinning rationally in my head. I looked up at the map, the small glowing dot indicating we were still quite a way away from our stop downtown: Clark/Lake. The whiplash of both analyzing the situation, thinking about how I’d figure out this demon’s name, and him telling my best friend he had a ‘male foot’ fetish, however, wasn’t lost on me.

I glanced over at Hank to assess his response and saw him staring down at my feet. It was still summer and we’d come from Las Vegas, so I’d put on some simple flip-flops for our travel. His eyes were wide as he stared down at them. Almost on instinct, I tucked my toes down as if I was hiding them from him.

“Bro…” he muttered, not stopping his staring at all.

“Oh my God, you actually did it,” I said as if this were a normal conversation but wanting to scream it, “Hank’s banging a different chick every other week but he’s staring at my feet like they’re the sexiest things he’s ever seen! How can all of this be possible?”

“Well, once you gave me your name, I can do all sorts of things to your psyche. Names have power. Would you like your first guess at mine?” the old man stated, vibrating with satisfaction and power.

“I don’t even know demon names, man! What’s the one from that one movie? With the girl that gets her head knocked off? Hank, you loved the movie,” I started, thinking hard and looking back to him.

“Ummm…I…uhhh…bro…” Hank reiterated, still starting at my broad, hairy feet.

“Hank! Seriously! This is serious! He’s gonna give us more fetishes if you don’t focus for one minute!” I demanded, the closest to losing my cool as I’d come since the demon had told us to stay calm.

“Bro…I just…fuck…your feet! Can I just…rub them a little? I, uh, think they’re so hot…like…I’d love to rub them…”

I stared at my straight best friend, the man who would be the best man at my wedding and tried to contain the disgust and anger I felt. It was rather easy, considering the emotions I knew I should be feeling were being controlled by an immortal demon sitting across from me, but I still wanted to punch him for being so focused on my feet.

“Awww…let him get a taste. After all, you have a fetish for being worshipped by anyone who’s willing,” the man offered.

And just like that, a fire burned in me. Before I could even process what was happening, my cock hardened thinking about Hank rubbing my feet. Maybe he’d even lick them and kiss them and…worship them. Fuck, that would be so hot.

It didn’t matter in that moment that I was straight or that I was engaged. It mattered that my rock-hard cock would love the feel of another person…anyone really…worshipping me. If he wanted my feet, well, it would be fucking hot if he got them in his hand.

“Holy shit, this is powerful. I don’t want to use you, bro, but fuck, it would be hot if you worshipped my big feet. God, it would be so hot if you were rubbing my feet. You could even maybe focus on who that demon was so we can guess. But someone might come in and see us at the next stop and that would be weird,” I said, wiggling my feet to really show them off, imagining how hot it would be for my best bud to worship them.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m capable of making people around us ignore what is right in front of them. You don’t remember at all, but I was sitting on the bench next to you when you first arrived at the waiting area outside the train. It’s also why only you two entered this train and why it’ll only be us three until your stop. So go right ahead and live out these exciting new interests to your heart’s content!”

I didn’t even really wait for him to finish talking before I unleashed my bare feet from my flip-flops, arched them upwards, and set them in Hank’s lap. Not needing any more of an invitation, Hank grabbed them, and with a shudder of horny ecstasy, Hank began rubbing them.

“This is insane, bro. Bilbo…your feet…they’re turning me on more than anything ever has. More than any woman ever has. Why the fuck…this is so fucking weird. But…fuck, the meatiness. The hairy toes. The masculine veins and smell and…” Hank muttered as his tongue extended.

“Hank, man, this feels so good. Keep it up but think…who was the demon in that one movie with the girl who had her head ripped off by the…” I started, practically vibrating with the erotic thrill of feeling Hank on my feet.

“…Hereditary…” he started, leaning in a bit into my feet with his tongue extended. Just as he was about to make contact, he muttered slowly, “Paimon…”

And then his tongue made contact with the bottom of my foot. The strange sensation of my best male friend’s rough, wet tongue was foreign, for sure, but I loved the idea of him absolutely worshipping my feet. As if a dam broke, his face smashed into my foot, absolutely going crazy on them with kisses, strokes, and licking. I’d never in my life had a foot massage, let alone foot worship, but fuck, the passionate way in which Hank was slurping and drooling all over them as if they were his god was absolutely the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

I giggled slightly as his facial hair tickled my toes as he smashed my large, sweaty feet on his own face. As Hank moaned into my feet, going absolutely crazy, I looked over to the demon, “Are you Paimon? Like the one he said?”

The demon laughed, “Oh no. King Paimon is all about greed. I’m all about lust. Very different sin. Try again, young man.”

My now moist feet were still being absolutely slobbered all over by Hank as I leaned back and moaned. I could feel the strain in my pants as my cock was harder than it ever was before…but I had to think.

“Is…is your name something I’ve heard? Have you been portrayed in a movie or a…mmmm…a play?” I asked as I felt the train stop. I wasn’t even sure what stop we were at, but the doors opened, and no one entered as the old man smirked.

“Yes. You’ve heard of me. I’m certain. And Hank? While you’re gorging yourself on those feet, you also have a fetish for groping men. Especially straight men that you know don’t want you touching their cocks. Sneaking gropes, openly groping…doesn’t matter. You love feeling the warmth of a cock, even when there is fabric in the way.”

Without hesitation, Hank, who still was buried in my arched feet, reached up and started rubbing away at the large moose-knuckle in my pants. I jumped, not sure how to feel about my best friend molesting my cock…it felt amazing, for sure…but this was my cock! My heterosexual cock being fondled without my permission by my heterosexual friend!

The distraction of the amazing feeling of being worshipped on my feet had me feeling as though I was falling into the tempting bliss of the erotic bliss I was experiencing…but all rational thought hadn’t escaped me yet!

This was my best friend Hank! A dude! We were straight! We always had been!

We’d talked about pussy and boobs and female butts and fucking and getting bjs from sluts…and even more importantly, I was getting married next week! This had to stop!

“Dude…this is…this is too much…” I muttered, not necessarily fighting against the erotic thrill of having my feet worshipped fully, but thinking about Mary and how she’d feel seeing my best man massaging my groin somewhat against my will.

“Look at it this way, Bill. A man trying to grope another man is a sign of desire and respect…so, if you really think about it, isn’t groping just another form of worship?” the man uttered slyly.

And like that, it clicked. This was even hotter. Hank was worshipping my feet, yes, but now he was also showing respect for my bulge.

This was hot.

This was so hot.

“Mmmmmm…fuuuuuck, Hank,” I sighed in utter bliss, allowing the feelings to overwhelm me. This was unbelievably sexy. Sexier than any other sexual experience I’d ever had.

Even sex with Mary paled in comparison to how hot it was that Hank was worshipping my feet and cock right now.

“Dude…this is…so hot. But…so…wrong…fuuuck,” Hank flushed between licks and kisses to my toes.

For a few moments, the two of us sat across from the perverted demon and just gave into the thrill of our new fetishes. Hank was moaning into my feet as he roughly molested my large erection through my jeans. Instinctively, I’d began pushing my feet into his face as I thrusted into his manic hand.

If anyone could see us right now, they’d know we were also perverts.

“Enjoying your new interests, boys?” we heard suddenly.

“Y-y-yesss…I fuckin’ love how this f-feels, man,” I groaned.

“But weren’t you going to guess my name?”

Like a lightning bolt, the realization that I was falling into his trap hit me once more and I snapped out of it. We needed to figure this out! We couldn’t end up being lost to these lusts when we had lives to get back to.

Mary…

“Fuck, stop, bro. It feels good but stop!” I commanded, kicking him slightly as I sat up and pushed him off, taking my feet and crotch away from him completely by sitting a few seats away.

“But…your feet…bro…your dick…I wanna molest you, Bilbo…” Hank practically whimpered as he sat up, drool shining on his chin from where he’d be caressing my feet.

“Focus, bro! Do you really want to be desperate to worship male feet and sneaking gropes to get your kicks? Dude! We’re straight! I’m engaged! You have a trick waiting to get fucked tonight and you’re allowing this demon to corrupt your desires, man. Focus!!” I reiterated firmly, resisting even the command the demon had given me to remain calm.

Shaking his head, Hank seemed to clear away his clouded thoughts as he nodded at me, “Fuck, bro. What the fuck. This is fucked!” Hank agreed.

“Guess his name, man! We need to guess his name, Hank. Demon names. You might know better! You took that one class freshman year! English Lit or whatever. With all the fucking demons and angels and stuff!”

The man smiled at us, his gaze shifting between the two of us as if we were volleying at a particularly entertaining tennis match. His red aura still radiated from him powerfully, but even he seemed entertained at the potential for us breaking free of his power.

“You two are particularly powerful! My, my, my, Bill and Hank! This got interesting! Most of my newly fetishized men are lost the instant I give them one fetish. The pure sexual ecstasy from having something to focus all your erotic energy into so easily? Not many can resist!”

Hank growled, “You sick fuck. Of course, we’ll resist. This is my best friend. He has been for years. And you had me fucking molesting him and fucking rubbing and licking and…fuck…his feet…his fucking feet…mmmmm—”

Hank looked back over at my feet in my flip-flops, seemingly losing his focus yet again.

“God damnit, Hank,” I muttered, bringing my feet up and under myself to try to hide them from his view.

As if waking from a trance, Hank shook his head again, “Bro…this is nuts. Nothing has ever gotten me harder than your feet and grabbing your cock, man. It’s sick. I’m sick! You let me, too! You’re sick and we’re fucked…fuck man! Fuck!!”

“Relax, Hank, relax! Mary has gotten my cock harder than you when you were worshipping me,” I lied. “I’m fine and you’re fine and we’ll figure this out. Think back to your class. Just name all the demons you can. Focus and make a guess so we can get back to our lives.”

“Yes. Make a guess Hank. Only a few more stops left until you’re stuck wanting feet and sneaking gropes of penises for the rest of your life,” the demon taunted.

“Fuck you, man! I don’t know! Are you Belial? Beelzebub? Belphagor? Ast…aw…dorphion or something?! I don’t remember all the Christian demons! Like, bro, do you think I’m an expert? I did, like, one report on them in English Lit one semester years ago!” Hank huffed.

The demon laughed, “Wrong, wrong, and wrong. And I’m assuming you meant Astaroth? Also wrong, but they’re quite the prideful narcissistic, which I respect. And who said I was a Christian demon?”

I looked at him instantly, “Wait…there are demons that aren’t Christian? What? I thought, like, angels and demons were a Christian thing!”

“Oh, you small-minded humans. You think one religion is right and all others are just wrong? Every religion has aspects that are correct. So if you don’t want to give into these fetishes, I’d expand your theology really quickly. Especially for poor Mary,” he taunted cruelly.

“Don’t you say her name!” I fought back, finally expressing my anger fully, as if his suggestion to remain calm had worn off after everything crazy that had occurred.

“Awww, you don’t want me saying her name? Mary? You do realize that because you said her name, I could easily find her and corrupt her even worse than you, right?”

I glared at him, “Don’t you say a fucking word to her. I swear to God…”

“Awww, you really do love Mary, huh? And I swear to my ‘god’ you’re not about to care at all. After all, it’s a real shame for poor Mary that you have such a strong fetish for cheating on her.”

I stared at him as the words he stated connected between the neurons in my brain and the erection in my pants. Cheating on Mary. It would be…so wrong. And so…

So…

Unimaginably erotic.

“No…” I muttered, images of sleeping with other women blasting into my head. Sneaking around, making sure she didn’t know, thrusting into anyone other than her without her knowledge. It all seemed so unbelievably amazing. My cock throbbed in my pants once again.

Hank’s attention was drawn back to my crotch like a magnet as my cock bulged beneath the fabric of my thin shorts, not hiding even a millimeter of my radiating hot erection.

Hank eased his way next to me as my imagination went wild with thoughts of betraying Mary sexually in any way I could think of. Her sister, maybe? Maybe even her mom? Fuck, it would so hot to cheat on her…hell…with her dad?

Then I felt friction on my bulge. Looking down, I saw that Hank had positioned next to me and had casually placed his hand on my crotch. He was trying to play it coy, as if he had no idea he was actively grabbing my dick through my pants. A small bit of pre saturated the fabric as thoughts of how horrible Mary would feel if she knew I slept around on her went through my mind.

As if waking up from a spell, Hank removed his hand and wretched a bit, “Holy fuck, man, that’s disgusting. Did you cum, dude? Your crotch was wet! This sick demon fuck may have made me want to grope, but I don’t want some fucking gay jizz on me. Fucking sick!”

“No, no. I’m just…fuck…I’m horny and I’m a leaker. I feel awful! I would never cheat. No…please stop. I don’t want to hurt Mary…but…fuck…sliding into other women without her knowing…Jesus fucking Christ it’s hot,” I uttered, losing my sanity a bit.

Then, a jolt of sanity hit me hard. I had to fight! Leaning into my rambling mind, I tried to focus on guessing, “Uhh…fuck, other religions? Thor? Ramses? Buddha? I don’t know, the elephant one from India?! God, I don’t know! All Father? Fucking L. Ron Hubbard?! Jesus Christ, we can’t be these people. I don’t want to hurt Mary!” I sobbed as Hank looked like he was turning green.

The demon, for his part, merely stared at us as if we were the most entertaining live action performance he’d ever seen.

“I love it when you mortals fight back! Not any of them. I believe you mean Ganesha of the Hindi religion? How utterly blasphemous! But, I have to admit, it is hilarious to think old Ronnie boy was a demon! Think more mythological, you dopes. It’s a shame that your lusts tend to dictate so much of your actions all of a sudden!

“For instance, Hank, you have a fetish for male seminal fluids. Pre-cum and cum turn you on so much…tasting it, feeling it on you, making sure a man blows a load. And Bill? You have a fetish for public sex,” the demon stated, opening his large trench coat and revealing an absolutely massive cock on his frail form. The tiny body was drooping and withered while his cock was a pillar of around 14 to 15 inches long and possibly 9 to 10 inches in circumference. The thing was absolutely solid even as the body it was attached to seemed utterly wasted away. Disgustingly, he began to slowly start stroking the thing.

But I couldn’t even begin to pay attention to him as the feelings really took root in me of all three fetishes made their way into my soul. It was practically irresistible now. Looking over to my friend, I saw no hesitancy now as he began licking at his hand. His nausea clearly dissipated, he looked over at me and smiled a demented grin.

I, too, allowed the new temptation to overtake me as I pushed my shorts and briefs down, allowing my large cock to breathe, looking up at the demon to ensure he was watching. As I unsheathed the ramrod-straight dick, it smacked against my belly, causing a little burst of my fluids to splash as Hank, unable to keep his eyes off, began to lean down. There was now an immense thrill in knowing I was being seen doing this. I loved knowing that this demon was going to watch me do sexual things on a public train.

Hank, for his part, kept leaning towards me, transfixed on my dripping, leaking cockhead as he started to groan, “I don’t wanna suck dick, bro. But…fuck…your pre. Fuck…I loved how that small amount tasted…I need more…fuck, bro. This is so…”

Before Hank could finish, he’d enveloped the head of my cock in his mouth. I repositioned, allowing my feet to be revealed again, which Hank noticed and instantly began rubbing them while he slurped away at my glans as if it were the tastiest thing he’d ever had in his mouth. Massaging my feet awkwardly as his head began to move around, making sure he was giving me pleasure so more of my leakage could hit his taste buds, I let out the most sexually satisfied moan I’d ever had.

A full mixture of the eroticism of public sex, cheating on Mary, and feeling Hank worship my cock and feet hit me. It was unbelievable. All thoughts of anything else escaped me as I bucked into his mouth slightly, flexing my feet as I did so Hank could get a firmer grip on them.

Staring at the demon and loving how he was jerking himself off as he watched me get a public bj…knowing Mary would feel so betrayed at what we were doing…and melting beneath the amazing feeling of Hank treating my body how it deserved, I practically collapsed in on myself with the lust that was overwhelming me.

“Holy fuuuck, I love this,” I announced, staring directly into the demons now glowing red eyes, “This is the best I’ve ever felt in my…fuck…in my entire life.”

“Mmmghnnmmmmmghmmm,” Hank moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as I felt a large dollop of pre escape my cock and onto his tongue.

The demon laughed, stroking his giant dick across from us, “This never gets old. You’re both mine for sure. Keep it up, boys. I might even cum and I know how much Hanky-boy here loves jizz!”

Time ceased to have meaning as I leaned into how amazing all of this felt. Hank was actively worshipping multiple parts of my body, my cock included. I also knew that now, without a doubt, this had become explicitly sexual and that meant I was cheating on Mary. The entire time I was in Las Vegas, I’d avoiding doing anything that may be interpreted as such with the female strippers and entertainers…but now my best bud was blowing me in a train on the L, a fully public space even if the demon was using his powers to ensure we were basically in our own little world. There was no doubt this was full-on cheating.

Coming to my own for a moment as I felt my orgasm begin to build, I looked out the window. I could see the skyscrapers beginning to loom as buildings, cars, and people passed by the windows. I knew we were close to the Clark/Lake stop. I knew this was going to be my life.

And then, his last statement he’d said as he taunted us echoed in my head as if my guardian angel was screaming it: ‘Think more mythological’. Despite the utter bliss I was feeling, I had to focus. It was amazing being treated to this phenomenal feeling, but I needed to break free of this spell. I needed both Hank and I to be able to get back to our lives.

“Hank…Hank, focus up,” I whimpered, despite feeling amazing with my cock deep in his throat at this point.

His blue eyes gazed up at me with so much lust and hunger that you’d have had to convince me he was actually heterosexual at this point, so lost in his desire for cum he’d fallen into.

“Hank,” I cooed, grabbing the sides of his face as he slurped away at my cock, “Mythological. He said he’s mythological. What mythological person that we’ve heard of would have control over lusts like this. Think.”

Hank looked up at me, lust-drunk eyes glazed over.

“Please, Hank, f-focus…oh…fuuuck…please f-f-f-ooooh my f-f-fucking God!” I hollered, feeling myself fall off the crest of my contained orgasm.

Despite my attempt to focus, Hank’s machinations and the internal fetishes I’d been forced to have coalesced into my balls finally forcing my jizz through my rod. Before I could finish my thought, I began to cum buckets directly into Hank’s open throat.

“Hnnghhmmmmm…” he groaned loudly as my cock became a hose that was absolutely filling his gullet with semen that hit his longing taste buds and broke his mind. His eyes rolled into the back of his head once more, clearly lost to the lust he had for male seed. His hands went wild on my feet in that moment, likely loving how they felt in his hands as he guzzled my hot straight man-milk.

Hank continued to guzzle as I shivered over and over with every blast of manseed, feeling the immense satisfaction of, quite honestly, the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life. The smell of salty cum filled the train car as I felt a dribble of wetness hit my hairy legs.

Looking down, I could see that Hank had cum in his shorts hands free just from the mixture of rubbing my feet, sucking a straight man’s cock that he likely knew wouldn’t ordinarily want it, and tasting my seed.

I laid back, aware that, in that moment, we’d likely sealed our fate. This was amazing.

I was going to need to be worshipped to get off again.

I was going to need to cheat on Mary to get off again.

I was going to need to have public sex to get off again.

Nothing else would do it.

It just felt that great.

As Hank continued to suck away at my softening, sensitive cock, I shivered once more from the sensation of my cock head being worked upon after such an intense orgasm.

I could see the skyscrapers around me as I felt the train begin to slow.

We were likely about to stop as Hank continued to slurp away at my cock, not wanting to miss a single drop of my cum. The thought of people coming into the train and seeing him sucking me off made me begin to harden up slightly once more.

This lust I had felt overpowering. I was practically in love with these new fetishes. Like I wanted to nurture and build upon them. Like building any other relationship, I knew I just needed to cave in and fall in love with my fetishes as they were going to be a part of me from here on out.

And then, in a flash of inspiration, I looked at the demon sitting across from us stroking his otherworldly dick in earnest.

The passing thought of ‘love’ of these fetishes.

The desire to feel them grow stronger and stronger as if they were my new ‘relationship’.

What mythological creature would inspire these desires?

And then, I realized it…

“Cupid.”

The demon stopped stroking instantly and looked at me as though I’d hit him with a ton of bricks.

“What did you say?”

“Cupid. Eros. Amor. Whatever you go by in different cultures. You’re Cupid.”

The shock on his face practically struck me as though it were a physical action.

“Wait…how…how did you…”

“Because. I figured it out. You aren’t ‘giving us fetishes’. You’re giving us actions that we love. What is a fetish other than a sexual action that you cater to and love and build upon? You’re not giving us fetishes! You’re giving us sexual actions to love!”

Hank, for his part, merely kept slurping away, even as I focused in on the softening dick of the demon across from us. A demon that looked as though he was going to shrivel away into nothing.

A demon named Cupid.

The train came to a stop. I could see the large signage outside.

We’d arrived at Clark/Lake. A large amount of people stood outside, but something told me the demon wasn’t going to let them into this car quite yet.

“How the fuck did you figure that out! I gave you the vaguest of hints! I didn’t give anything away!”

As he spoke, his form began to shift. The old man faded as his true features came to light.

Blonde, curly hair. A cherubic, soft face. Smooth body. Small white wings slid out from behind his coat. Only his cock remained large as all his other features became the same attractive young man I’d always previously associated with Cupid.

“How I figured it out doesn’t matter, Cupid. I did it. Now let us go!”

Cupid sat there, aghast, as Hank continued rubbing my feet and slurping away at my rehardened, leaking cock.

“Fine. You won. You figured out my name. You have control over love now. Congrats! But I wasn’t lying before. The myths of me making you mortals fall in love with one another isn’t true. I truly have always just granted fetishes. Even if it was ‘Britney’s breasts’ or ‘Calvin’s hairy body’ or ‘Denise’s personality’. But that was all boring, tame bullshit that I never even wanted to do but was expected of me. Lord Lucifer freed me from my duties and now I get to satisfy me for once by making men perverted gay freaks. So, congrats, you piece of shit. You get my power now. The power to make someone love whatever you tell them if they confess to you their name.”

All at once, I felt the power in the back of my throat, as if my words would have extra powerful meaning now. The strange red glow I’d felt on Cupid now radiated from me…true, it was a weaker pink, but I knew it was there.

Hank, too, began to radiate the same level of a faint, barely comprehensible pink glow. Pushing him off my cock, he whimpered a bit, “Bro. You taste good. Please.”

“Hank, stop. I figured it out. He’s Cupid. He’s letting us go!”

Hank looked shocked, turning around to see the now much more attractive demon sitting where the ugly pervert had been before.

“Wait, really? How!? What? He’s Cupid?! This is strange…but, fuck…I can’t even lie, bro. It felt good. That all felt really good.”

I laughed, “Yeah, man. Not gonna lie, you gave me the best head I’ve ever gotten. But we gotta get back to real life. I need to see Mary and you need to find that trick and reaffirm your heterosexuality.”

Before we could get off the train, however, we began moving again.

“Hey, we were supposed to get off there,” I reminded Cupid, standing up to try to intimidate him with my tall, muscular body, “You were going to let us go.”

He smiled, a warming smile much different than the threatening one he’d had as the aged corpse, “Of course. Both of you will, indeed, get off at the next stop. Naturally, now that you have the same ability as me, you both can remove the fetishes you’ve been given with your own power. I never promised I’d be the one to do so. As I’ve stated, ‘I’ll let you go and give you my power’. I didn’t say I’d remove the fetishes…oop…the love for sexual actions I’d given you.”

I glared at him, “You tricked us then! I thought I’d be right back to myself! And Hank too!”

Hank looked at me like an angry lost puppy and then back at Cupid.

“There was no trick. I’d say you’re free to go and you are and that you’d have my power. Use my power to remove your fetishes, if you’d like.”

I sighed, feeling unbelievable hatred for this supposed ‘God of Love’. He was a gay demonic asshole, in reality.

“Fine,” I stated, eager to make sure my sexual desires were focused entirely on Mary once more, “Bill, uh, me, well…it’s weird saying it to yourself, you, uh, I mean, you no longer have a fetish for…”

“Bill, you have a huge, bigger than anything else, fetish for staying completely quiet and letting your best friend do whatever he wants to your body. Oh, and, Bilbo, you have an equally gigantic fetish for letting Hank do the thinking for you.”

I looked at Hank.

He looked at me.

And I felt that familiar pang of need and desire build up in me. Bigger even than it had been before. My cock, already fully hard, seemed to harden even more. I was hornier than I’d ever been, despite feeling like I’d already felt the heights of horniness just a few moments prior.

Hank looked at me as I absorbed his words. The power Cupid had given me he’d also given Hank. And before I’d had a chance to remove them, he’d given me new fetishes to add to the others.

My eyes begged him for a reason as I felt my mind soften a bit. They relaxed, realizing it would be so hot if I just let Hank do my thinking for me…holy shit, I’d love it so much if I just let him do what he wanted to my body and did all the thinking for me.

Looking back at me, he looked like a guilty fox who just ransacked a hen house. After a beat, he explained, “Sorry, bro. But, fuck. That was the sexiest and most erotic experience I’d ever had. I can’t go back to just banging random chicks. Tasting your jizz and worshipping your feet and cock and…fuck…molesting you because I knew you wouldn’t want me to…it’s all so fucking hot. I can’t stop. I need more. I love it, man. I love it so much and I want to keep doing it over and fucking over again.”

My eyes softened even more, feeling the betrayal sting a bit. But, ultimately, the thought of Hank worshipping my body however he wanted was such an amazingly sexy and wonderful and lovely thing. He’d even be forcing me to cheat on Mary, which was also so hot…maybe he’d do it in public! Jesus, I’d love it if he just did whatever he wanted to do with my body! Most likely he’d worship it! I’d fucking love that!

“Now,” Hank stated, grabbing my cock and stroking it a bit, “When I’m done talking, you’re gonna be a good boy for your best bud and you’re going to put your cock away. We’re going to go back to your place. We’re going to go out on your balcony and I’m going to worship and fuck and kiss and lick and suck on your fucking feet and then I’ll let you build a huge load in your cock while I slurp away at your precum until I give you an even bigger orgasm than the last and then I’m going to do it over and over again. You’re going to blow load after load in and on me because, fuck, your jizz is an aphrodisiac, bro. And you’re going to let me do whatever I want to you. Because it sounds so hot to let me do it all of that to you, doesn’t it bro?”

Feeling the last bit of the betrayal fade away, a part of me wanted to say yes. But how hot would it be if I just nodded? Fuck, it would be insanely erotic if I didn’t say a single word the entire time Hank had his way with me. I’d love to just stay silent as he did whatever the hell he wanted to do to me.

My cock throbbed in his hand at the thought as I listened to Hank’s instructions and, the moment he let go after talking, I tucked it away back in my shorts, not concealing the obvious fact that I had a hard-on at all.

As the train came to a stop, Hank looked over at Cupid and smiled, “This is all so fucked up, man. But, like, thanks. I’ve been fucking random girl after random girl. It’ll be nice to know that my best bud in the whole world is actually the only sexual outlet I’ll ever need again. I mean, I never knew I’d have a love of my life, but this stud with these sexy big feet and tasty loads…he’s my soul mate now for sure…God…his hot fucking feet. His sexy fucking jizz. Dude, I’m going to sneakily grope him until he gets friction burn even while we’re walking to his place on the street, man!”

Cupid laughed, “You have fun, young man. Happy to have been of assistance. But, I do have to ask. What of poor Mary?”

I thought of her as she was mentioned. God, I loved her. She was amazing. I loved her almost as much as I loved being silent and letting Hank do what he wanted with my body…and allowing Hank to do the thinking for me…and public sex…and being worshipped…and cheating on her…

Almost as much.

But not quite.

“Well…I’m not heartless. I still love my best friend. He’ll be marrying her for sure. I mean, it’ll make him even hornier and build even bigger loads for me if he knew he was cheating on his wife rather than his fiancé, right? He’ll love it!”

My heart did a flip as my cock vomited up a huge amount of pre at the thought of cheating on her with Hank for years to come.

Hank, for his part, noticed the new stain forming and stuffed his hand down my pants, scooping up my wetness and instantly lapped it up.

Cleaning his fingers of my pre, he stood up more confidently than I’d ever seen him, “Fuck, you taste like honey, Bilbo. Fucking best thing in the world. Love your juices, bro. Now get up. We need to get home so we can start the rest of our life together.”

I did so, feeling my cock continue to leak.

As Hank exited the train, I followed him, stopping to take one last look over my shoulder at Cupid. He smiled and gave a cute little wave. Hank seemed to have been appreciative of the demon so I felt a certain amount of appreciation myself.

After all, it was so hot to allow Hank to do my thinking for me…so if he thought Cupid had done him a favor by giving him and me these new fetishes, I thought the same.

Smiling, I felt my cock throb one last time as I exited and followed Hank, my best bud in the whole world and the literal best man at my wedding next week. My imagination ran wild with how much fun we were going to have together from here on out.

Fuck…my new fetishes were going to make my life so much better.

I truly loved them.

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