Jack led the three soldiers deeper into the woods, their boots squelching in the soft earth. Sweat trickled down his back as he pushed aside thorny branches, leaving scratches on his arms.
"I don't like this place," grunted Private Johnson, bringing up the rear. "It's like somethin' ain't right here."
"Shut up, Johnson," snapped Sergeant Stonewall. "We were told to follow him, so we followed him."
Jack glanced back at them, a wicked gleam in his eye. He could smell their unease, taste the fear on their tongues. They didn't know what they were walking into.
Suddenly, Jack stopped dead in his tracks.The cave mouth gaped, yawning ahead of them. The stench hit them like a wall.
"Fuck me," wheezed Private Smith, retching into the bushes beside him.
Jack licked his lips hungrily. "Welcome home, boys."
Inside, shadows danced along the damp cave walls.
"Wh-What is this place?" stammered Private Johnson.
Jack turned slowly, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "This," he purred, "is hell on earth."
And then the shit-demon emerged from the darkness.
It was massive - easily twice Jack's height and three times as broad. Its skin was a sickly brownish. Drool pooling thick on the ground beneath it.
"Oh sweet merciful Mary, mother of God," whimpered Private Smith, crossing himself frantically.
Jack giggled delightedly. "Now boys," he cooed, sauntering up to the demon's massive feet. "Behave yourselves and maybe the Demon here won't tear out your guts and make a shit-carpet with 'em."
The soldiers stared slackjawed at Jack as he dropped to his knees and began licking hungrily at the demon's filthy toes, slurping up globs of dried fecal matter like they were ambrosia.
"Betcha you dream about eating' shit, instead of a’ swallowing' load ," Jack taunted, looking up at them with eyes gone black and glassy. "Well here's your chance."
Jack gagged himself on Demon's massive cock, choking down inch after inch until he could feel it bulging against his windpipe. The demon grunted above him in satisfaction.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," came a deep rumble from somewhere deep inside its gut.
"That means 'get to work, bitches'," Jack slurred around the thick meat plugging up his throat. He began bobbing his head enthusiastically, drool flying everywhere as he face-fucked himself silly on Demon's massive shit-caked cock.
The soldiers stood frozen in shock for a few precious seconds before Private Johnson broke ranks, lunging forward to join Jack on the filthy ground. He crawled between the demon's gigantic legs and found himself on the other side, face to faceor rather, face to face of the demon. He immediately buried Demon's musky ass crack without hesitation, tongue lapping hungrily at the puckered hole nestled within.
"Oh sweet holy Mary, mother of mercy," he groaned ecstatically into the demon's shithole.
Private Smith was quick to follow suit, dropping beside him and burying his face alongside Johnson's in Demon's stinky ass. He began tonguing the demon's hole with wild abandon, slurping up globs.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," grunted Demon again in approval, its massive cock twitching against Jack's face.
Sergeant Stonewall watched the debauchery unfold before him with a mixture of revulsion and growing arousal. His cock strained against his uniform pants as he watched Jack gag himself silly on Demon's massive shit-caked meat pole.
"Fuck me," he growled, unbuckling his belt with shaking hands. "I want in on this."
He dropped to his knees beside Jack and grabbed hold of Demon's thick shaft alongside him, both men slobbering and drooling like starving dogs as they fought for position. Jack let out a strangled grunt of protest but soon lapsed into mindless moans as Sergeant Stonewall shouldered him aside roughly.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," Demon bellowed above them in pleasure, its massive balls churning and grinding together like boulders in a landslide.
Jack could feel the cum brewing deep inside Demon's bloated nutsack, thick and viscous like sewage sludge. He pulled off with a wet slurp to rasp out a warning.
"Watch it boys," he wheezed desperately. "Demon's gonna' cum soon!"
Too late - Sergeant Stonewall sucked all the way in the demon's dick so his chin touched musky nutsack just as the dam broke, unleashing a geyser of steaming hot shit-cum straight down his throat. But the stream was so strong it was almost right away splashed out through the sergeant’s nose and corners of his mouth in all directions so that Smithish ropes splattered across Jack like paint from a Jackson Pollock nightmare. Sergeant spluttered and coughed as he got hit with thick streams of spunky demon seed.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," Demon bellowed again, painting the walls with thick ropes of shit-feces. The stink was overwhelming and it gave them even more lust.
Sergeant fell back, cum and spit running down his face. Jack didn't hesitate to crawl over him like a starving dog, licking hungrily at the thick streams of shit-cum splattered across his face and uniform.
Johnson groaned into Demon's asshole, his own cock spurting ropes of cum down the inside of his uniform. Sergeant and Jack paused to watch him writhe in ecstasy before diving back in for seconds.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," grunted Demon again.
"He said dress off", explained Jack taking his last peace off already. "The demon wants to use our asses as his cock-sleeve!"
""Oh dear merciful Mother Mary in heaven" Private Smith howled, ripping off his clothes like a man possessed. Johnson and Sergeant were quick to follow suit, until they stood naked as jaybirds in the flickering light.
Demon growled low in its massive chest cavity and slowly knelt down, showing off its dick in waiting who wanted to impale himself on this ramrod. Jack didn't need to be told twice; he stood on all fours and backed up towards the dick with his ass first like a bitch in heat, impaling himself on Demon's massive shit-caked cock without hesitation. His scream of pleasure mingled with the demon's rumbling growl as they joined together as one.
“Fuck yes sir!" Jack moaned rapturously as he began to rock back and forth, riding Demon like a rodeo bull. "Fuck me harder demon! Fuck me till' I break!"
The other soldiers didn't hesitate to follow suit, lining up nearby in a lewd human centipede. Smith took Johnson asshole with an eager grunt while Johnson mounted Sergeant asshole with a groan of pure bliss. Soon all three holes were stuffed full by Demon's massive cock one by one.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," Demon bellowed again and began to pump its hips, hilting itself balls-deep into Smith's eager hole.
Smith could feel every thick inch slide in and out of him like a piston, stretching his hole to its limits. His cock spasmed uselessly against the cave floor as he was used like a fleshlight toy for Demon's pleasure.
"Oh sweet merciful God of Shit," Private Smith wailed in ecstasy, cum spurting out of him like a broken faucet. Johnson and Sergeant weren't far behind, both men cumming inside the Jack's asshole as he was fucked silly.
"Fuck yes," Jack growled, riding the waves of pleasure washing over him. "Cream inside me boys! Paint my insides white!"
Demon bellowed again and buried itself balls deep into Smith's asshole with a wet squelch, painting his bowels an earthy brown as it pumped load after load of steaming shit inside him. Smith's eyes rolled back into his skull as he passed out from the sheer intensity of it all.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," Demon grunted again, slowly pulling itself free. Jack could see Smith's hole gaping obscenely wide like a misshapen asshole with thick ropes of demon seed and shit oozing out onto the cave floor.
"Fuck me! I want to suck everything from that hole to my mouth!" Jack screamed and buried his face into Smith's gaping asshole, tongue lapping hungrily at the thick mixture of brown cum and shit oozing out.
Johnson was quick to occupy with his mouth the demon's dick cleaning it from comrade-in-shit’ slime.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," Demon grunted again, slowly knelt down. Johnson didn't need to be told twice; he stood up on shaking legs and presented himself like an eager fuck-toy. Sergeant Stonewall quickly found himself French-kissing the demon's shithole.
The night went on like this for hours, with the demon using them like a human pinball machine until they could barely move. Shit and cum splattered across every inch of skin and cave wall as they fucked themselves silly in a depraved orgy of lust. Jack was covered head to toe in so much shit he looked like nothing more than an ambulatory turd himself. It finally finished with putting Jack on demon's face and Demon was groaning into Jack’s gaping asshole as rope after rope of hot demon seed splattered across his ravaged face.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," Demon grunted again in satisfaction before slowly lumbering off deeper into the cave, leaving nothing but the sounds of ragged breathing and occasional moans in its wake.
"Fuck me," wheezed Private Johnson, sprawled out on his back beside Jack. "I think I might actually die happy after that."
Jack giggled breathlessly beside him, too spent to even lift a finger.
"A guttural, drawn-out groan," came Demon's distant rumble from somewhere deep within the bowels of the earth. "Come and get more whenever you want, bitches."
Jack giggled again before blacking out cum leaking steadily down his legs in a puddle on the cave floor as they drifted off into well earned slumber.
And that was just night one in hell.
