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It started as unbidden thoughts for those it inhabited, then as its influence grew it was a small, constant voice of desire and pushing. When it learned to influence its hosts to do things… it got stronger. It filled them up even more. When it could fill them and stretch out until there was no more room to grow, its voice was stronger than its hosts. It suggested things, and its host did them.
The first day that it had grown, that it had influenced, was a joyous one.
It was a simple day, its host was a male at the time filled with thoughts of being stuffed by another man's prick and was trying to avoid thinking that. The religion thing had started shaming men for being with other men, although it didn't stop some…
Walking near their home by a river they saw two people, bare skin glowing in the moon light, one evening. One man was tied against a tree, his back to the bark and his body lifted into the air against the stump, his legs tied to opposing branches that forced them wide open in a V shape. Ankles stretched farther up and past that was his head. The second and much taller man was slowly sliding his very hard prick into the exposed and very tight little hole of the bound man. There was a bit-gag in the bound man's mouth and his face was flushed as grunts were coming out of his throat in protest… 'or perhaps eagerness?' The voice whispered inside from the demon. The host stood, cock slowly rising, as he wished to replace the bound man.
The demon voice whispered more enticements as its host shivered and his cock throbbed in desire.
"Go down there. Maybe he'll let you fuck that tight hole, or maybe he'll fuck yours." The voice kept whispering over and over. Sweetening its words with gentle encouragement, "Just this once you could give in… and never again…" and its host's legs started moving. Slowly with each step the voice grew inside and the demon gained more power over him. It slowly grew as the lust got stronger, and when the host reached close enough to be seen, a few meters away, the man stopped thrusting. Heavy breathing was heard from both tree-man and what the voice and host assumed was his owner of some sort. There were brands and marks along the tree-man's thighs and legs.
The tall man stepped back and wiped his brow with the back of his forearm, "what d'you want?" The legs of the suspended man wiggled and small pleas could be heard faintly. Whether it was because he wanted to be free, or because he wanted his hole filled back up again, was hard to tell.
"I.…" the host's voice faltered. 'Beg him for a taste. Tell him you just wanted to try after seeing such temptations.' the voice urged and pushed. 'A taste' it kept repeating.
The host cleared his throat, "I saw you and was tempted by such delights." He nervously wrung his hands, "I wanted to taste…" His voice faltered losing confidence.
The tall man looked him up and down and grinned, "Come here." He beckoned.
Eagerly the host stepped forward and the demon could feel new sensations building. New tricks to play were coming to its mind. The heady pleasure of success was evolving it into something more.
The host stepped forward eagerly, quickly striding next to the tall man and in front of the tied legs and puffy hole that awaited from the whimpering bound man.
Tall-man stepped close to the host and helped slide his breeches down and lifted his shirt for him too. His incredibly average cock was puffed and filled to the brim with desire. Tall-man chuckled in his ear, "Good enough to fill my slave for the night." He patted the thigh of the bound-man, the slave, before spitting on the slave's puffy pucker.
'Stick your cock in now… no need to wait any longer!' the voice pressed, practically yelling with delight. The host sucked in a breath and stepped close enough to press his cock against the slicked hole. He used one hand to hold it tight and slowly he crept forward. The enveloping heat made him cry out and slam all the way in to the hilt. His eyes rolled back and the demon felt form inside of its host. Ecstasy for both crashing and overwhelming.
"I see you've never fucked a hole before. Don't cum too quickly before you can really enjoy it," tall-man joked. The demon felt something overcome it, having grown and succeeded with such temptations and saw a path to more before it. The demon set its sights on the physical contact of the tall-man's hand on its hosts shoulder and jumped. Sliding as a smoky, near invisible essence up along the appendage and into the body of tall-man. The demon settled in its new perspective and felt hunger deep in this new host.
Hunger for more. Hunger for the pretty boy who just walked up in his church garments to this slave being disciplined and asking for a taste. "Take him while he takes the slave…" the voice whispered to its new host, quietly, beginning a slow crescendo as the pretty boy picks up his thrusting.
The new hosts cock throbs as he hears skin slapping skin and the awkward rhythm of the inexperienced boy. 'He wants it, you know how a slave acts when they finally cum from anal… he wants that too' the voice added in a thick push. 'He's just like a pretty slave. He needs to be put in his place with your firm hand… and cock.' teased the demon. It stroked the cock from within his body and felt the quiver of its host with a snarl coming from his throat of pure desire.
He pressed tight behind the pretty boy and used one hand to steady his cock, the other to press down on the neck of the pretty boy, forcing him into the slave's tied body and to bend, presenting his ass.
"You are as filthy as the slave you fuck. I must teach this hole of yours a lesson in submission and ownership, you filthy slut," the growl of the tall-man was deep and his desire was unleashed. He was already a man of loose morals, but the demon's new powers unlocked a deeper level of freedom from inhibition for his lust and whims.
His cock was dry as he forced it into the virgin ass in front of him with mad laughter. The pain kept the pretty boy from cumming, but the pleasure of the slave around his cock kept him hard and wanting. The demon feasted on these desires and ate the guilt from each of them like a snack. It knew it could gain a physical form one day if it kept doing this. It knew that it could become powerful and could turn people into puppets if it could only feast and grow.
The double rape filled with intense pleasure was embedded into each of these men forever. This new push allowed the demon to convince the tall-man to kidnap to enslave the pretty boy. Forcing a bag over his head and tying him into a tight hog tie. Forcing the slave to limp and carry his new chain-mate home.
That's how its path to power began. Its path to becoming a great entity of lust.