Oh....

As Aaralon watched Pathfoot begin to rifle through the various items in the room, with a ease that betrayed familiarity, he was became aware of the fact that. Ever since he summoned this monster, he had been walking through the school completely nude.

Looking down at himself he wondered just how he could have forgotten something like that. Even when he had been around other students he had not thought twice about his lack of clothing. The realisation of his nudity did not cause the rush of embarrassment and shame that it normally would have.

The train of thought was derailed as Pathfoot returned, a strange object held out between her hands. As she stepped in front of Aaralon he got a good look at the thing. It seemed to be a ball, made of soft leather from what he could tell, that was strung onto two leather bands that seemed to be meant to be latched together.

He looked from it to the empty eyes of Pathfoot, the command from the Incubus had been directed to her. Aaralon realise that whilst he did feel a urge to let her put it on him it was not overwhelming. For her part Pathfoot seemed to be waiting for him to do something, her glazed eyes burning into him. Any thoughts of defiance died however when the Incubus spoke up from beside the bed.

“Open your mouth, boy.” It commanded, its tone patient.

Aaralon glanced over at the monster as his mouth opened automatically to allow the gag to be put in place. If a person did not know what they were looking at they would see nothing but a extremely handsome young man. Standing at over six feet and blessed with a perfectly proportioned face that housed a pair of eyes that seemed to glint like dark jewels. As Aaralons eye roamed further south he took in the broad and muscular chest. Everything about the body of the Incubus seemed to give off a sense of strength. The toned chest of the creature seemed to draw his eye inextricably downward, towards the crotch of the demon.

There was one thing that would mark the demon out as abnormal to the casual observer and that was the complete lack of body hair. This thought occurred to Aaralon as he stared at the crotch of the creature, not a single hair seemed to have ever grown around the base of the demons cock. If it where not for the size, even soft it seemed to be as large as most mens erect cocks, you could be forgiven for thinking that this man had never gone through puberty.

As Aaralon found his eye lingering on the crotch of the demon, Pathfoot finally hooked the gag into place in his mouth, a thought suddenly struck him right between the eyes.

He is going to fuck me.

The thought and the mental image that came with it made him feel….