My Life as an Incubus

Field Training

My birthday weekend is somehow shaping well. When we did finally untangle ourselves and got ready for a day out downtown, or should I say night out at the restaurant Justin recommended, I couldn’t help but feel great.

The restaurant is a beautiful place for sure, the entrance seems to be a bit nondescript but once you get in you are greeted by a massive hall full of tables and booths, a grand staircase leading up to another floor, and everything seemed to be built with hardwood in an art deco style. Several paintings adorn the place, full of male beauty, it made me stare at them in awe seeing as some of these paintings are of nude men in wonderful form. I noticed the stares I get just walking in, I feel seen and acknowledged. In my own opinion, it feels nice. Gay guys who normally would ignore me would strike a conversation while my dads were away. Not asking me about who the two hotties are, but to personally ask about myself. I couldn’t help but feel flustered by the attention. They’d step away when my dads would come back but leaving me their numbers, always with a wink, and leaving me embarrassed while my dad’s goad me on to enjoy it.

“That’s my so-lil bro!” Vance said teasingly, narrowly avoiding calling me son in public. I do wish they’d just own up to it, but with how young they both look; nobody would believe that they’re my dad.

“At least we know the transformation is working for the public,” said Justin, sipping on his margarita. Meanwhile, a waiter came by and handed us all drinks.

“This came from the table over there,” he said, pointing to the couple of men in their 50s, muscled and well groomed. Who lifted their drinks as we lifted ours to thank them.

I noticed that all the clientele with us are all men, gay men to be exact, some are ogling us or already making out with some guys.

“Is this a gay hotspot?” I asked.

“Oh yes!” Said Justin with glee.

“Ah, I thought we were going somewhere family friendly,” I told them, chuckling a bit.

“Oh, no, we already broke the seal of familial normalcy at home, let’s not kid ourselves; nothing would be the same again,” said Vance nonchalantly taking a sip of his drink, “besides this would be a great way for you to get into the gay scene, y’know?”

“I mean, I guess?” I agreed questionably. Contemplating all the changes since this noon, the very idea of knowing I could never ever go back to being that nerdy kid.

Oblivious to the world only concerned if my pimples would heal before morning or if my social anxiety would kick in while giving a presentation in front of class. Now I must learn another side of the world that I never knew existed, learning the ropes of my own powers, and somehow still balance a normal life.

It all feels suffocating.

“Look discretely, but this is the kind of attention we get as Incubus,” said Justin, snapping me out of my thoughts, “see their reactions?” I looked around. So many of the surrounding guys are staring at us wantonly or looking away, embarrassed. I did notice when we arrived.

“Since you’re a newly made Incubus, your hormones still pumped up, you make more pheromones,” explained Vance, “and believe me when I say if you asked any of these guys, gay or straight, to fuck or get sucked off they’ll just cream right away,” he further explained without any filter to his words, “so one goal for today is to control your pheromones.”

“How do I do that?” I asked.

“Try to relax and think of it like wanting to be left alone, our mental fortitude is what controls our powers,” explained Justin. I tried to do what he said, I meditated with my eyes open, trying to imagine the sense of wanting to be left alone.

“And our dicks are what makes the men go wild!” Vance said, winking at a table close to us, “those guys are already horny as hell for you!”

“Me?” I said as I broke my focus, and suddenly I heard finger snapping to my left ear. It was Justin.

“Don’t break your focus!” Justin sternly said, then looked at Vance, “you, fucking stop!”

Vance sniggered as he sipped on his drink. Justin told me to concentrate again, and I did. I envisioned myself, again, like I was before. I felt all the emotion, feeling invincible and insecure. Then I felt it, this heated feeling I didn’t notice go away.

“I think it worked!” Justin said with excitement. I looked at him questioningly, “walk to the exit and try.”

“Okay?” I said as I stood up to head there. Halfway through I felt the presence of heated lust, I looked around, and I could see the men still sensing my presence. I looked at my phone as a diversion to head back, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” Justin consoled as I sat back looking down at my thighs, the evident stares of the surrounding men more apparent as I could feel their sexual energy permeating the room.

“Man, you can fuck around right and get gang banged by these men if you want to,” Vance said with a smile as he inhaled deeply, taking in the pheromones being released by the surrounding men, “thanks bro, you just made my day easier!”

Vance stood up and proceeded to go downstairs, some of the men’s eyes following his beautiful body. Then out of nowhere, I noticed a guy stand up and head the same direction.

“And there we go,” said Justin, rolling his eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“Vance is feeding,” he answered, “this place is a notorious cruising ground, that’s where we normally go to allay suspicion.”

“Cruising ground?” I asked innocently.

“It’s a term for when you’re looking for sex, actually it is a bit stupid to call this a cruising ground; considering Vance just went to the dungeon downstairs,” Justin answered, “this place is really more of a club really.”

I was staying quiet, digesting what this all meant. The very times they would go “out” means that they basically feed in places like this. The many times they would introduce me to their “friends” who I for sure know they fuck on the side, the telltale signs of it all happening around me. The number of times that their friends seem to stay over, the sounds of furniture banging against the wall, or even the romantic tensions all around. When you think about all of it, it does make you appreciate how sneaky they were.

“But aren’t you two together?” I asked, “does it make you upset?” He looked at me with a funny questioning look, “why would I, considering I do the same with him, at the end of the day; if he is coming back to me then that’s the important part.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. Realizing monogamy between Incubus really isn’t going to be something that’ll be a norm.

“I guess it’s my turn,” he said not breaking eye contact across the table from us, I sneaked a look where he was staring and there were two men nodding and smiling as Justin stood up. He grabbed his wallet and gave it to me.

“If the waiter comes by, tell him to pack my food to go, you can have lunch if you want, but I prefer you learn more and get some action,” he said smiling as he went down to the restroom, the two men scrambling to get down there themselves.

Left alone, I couldn’t help but feel the stares, heated lustful stares, watching my every move. I couldn’t help my body react, and my cock made a visible print on the pants I was wearing. The waiter returned. I told him what happened, excluding the part where my “brothers” are fucking away of course, he obliged and had the rest of the food packed, while I drank the drinks I was given.

I should’ve known there was alcohol on them, taking the first sip, but that didn’t deter me from gulping it down.

Somehow the liquid courage came to me, the waiter came back and stood there beside me, his warmth close and to me obscenely erotic. I stared above to meet his eyes. His breathing was slow. I could smell it, the very essence of lust, the one I need to feed on.

He was cute, Korean from what I can deduce, thick black hair with a midpart style, slightly round nose, slim face with slight cheek fat, and angelic pink thick lips. He was all around a cute twink.

“Do you want me to help with that?” He asked, staring at my twitching boner. I was at a loss for word and stood up to join Justin in the restroom.

But the waiter had other plans as he grabbed my arm and directed me to the employee lounge.

“Won’t anyone come back here?” I asked, looking at the small space, with a table and a coat rack. He was untangling my belt and opening my zipper as I looked at him.

“That’s fine, they’re all busy, and believe me seeing a hot piece of ass like you would make them happier especially if they can get a look of this,” he replied then proceeding to kneel to feel my cock with his mouth, the wet warm sensation making me moan.

“Fuck!” I said enthusiastically. This feels so amazing. Doing this in such a public place too, I couldn’t help but stare at the door we got in from, guarding it even if what he said was true. My attention was however interrupted by the sound of my zipper being pulled down.

“Jesus Christ!” He cursed, “I guess it runs in the family?”

“What?” I said perplexed. He fished out my cock free and started jerking it.

“Those two guys are your brothers, right?” he asked, I nodded, “thought so.”

The waiter licks the tip of my shaft making it twitch with excitement. Dribbles of precum sprang and he enveloped his mouth on my cock head to savour the flavour, then sucking the tip wanting more. The ecstasy of my Incubus pheromones made him addicted. He started going hog wild on my big cock. Wanting to throat it without any care for his own wellbeing, choking and groaning trying to take as much of my precum as possible.

His tongue played with the underbelly of my shaft once my entire length was engulfed by his beautiful mouth, I couldn’t control myself to palm the back of his head and forced the entire length inside. He fought back but adjusted himself, he was gagging with snot coming out of his nose, but once I let go, he gulped down some air and started to throat my cock with ease. He looked like a mess, a bitch in heat that needs cock. No polite way to describe it.

He continued to fuck my cock with his throat for ten minutes, rewarding him with my thick cum that he gulped down with delight. I was so wrapped up with my own pleasure that I didn’t realize he was finger fucking his ass the entire time. Looking down and seeing his four wet fingers disappearing inside him, he took those fingers up to his face and spat some of the leftover cum he hasn’t swallowed yet to use as lube for his ass.

“Hope you still got some left for this end,” he said bending over the break-room table, the pink boypussy inviting me to have a taste. I came close to him slapping my still hard member, precum sticking to his hole, and eliciting a moan. He turned his head to meet my gaze, his eyes asking me to fuck him. However, I felt like teasing him, so I knelt and tasted the salty flavour of myself and his sweaty ass.

I couldn’t help but get taken away and proceeded to give him the same thrill he gave me. I devoured the experienced cunt, licking, and punching the beautiful bounty with my tongue.

“Fuck yeah eat my pussy!” he couldn’t control himself to yell out as I ate him out, which unbeknownst to me attracted the attention of some staff who silently watched us. I ate him out for a good five minutes, he grinded his ass against my mouth, clearly wanting more, something bigger and fulfilling.

“You want me to fuck you or eat you out some more?” I said, my voice gruff and controlling.

“Please fuck me,” he said while opening his legs some more, “I need your cock!”

I grinned when I heard him beg, standing up, I took his hips with my two hands. My dick guided my cock to fuck his ass. His loosened hole letting my cock in with ease. I slammed hard earning a muffled scream as he held himself back. I didn’t wait till he got fully accustomed to my size, ramming his boypussy hard and wild.

I was lost in the pleasure of it all, the overwhelming feeling of this beautiful man wailing for me to fuck him, the setting of public sex, and the wonderful awakening that I will be doing shit like this a lot. Then I caught the audience of about five or so men watching intently, jerking off and some getting pleasured by the other men. I was a bit shocked, slowing down, and was thinking of stopping, but they seemed to be as lost as my boypussy bottom in the sexual ecstasy of it all.

One man looked me in the eye, mouthed to me a ‘fuck yeah’ as he jerked his cock while getting his pierced nipple milked. I felt proud and sped up my slowed down fucking. My waiter’s boypussy started tightening around my cock out of nowhere, he was only making unintelligible noises at this point, but then I could feel it, the rush both my “brothers” told me about; he was cumming!

I could sense every fiber of his being, the orgasmic bliss of his senses; the very pleasure his prostate getting massaged by my cock, hitting his every button in every godly way. My hand reached for his cock, catching his load on my hand. I took my jizzed hand to my mouth, the aroma filling my nostrils, then like instinct; I licked his cum off my hand. I was moaning, the taste filling my tastebuds with euphoria.

“FUCK!” I yelled out, followed by the groaning of some of the men, the voyeurs of my conquest; they too reached orgasmic bliss. My waiter stared in awe as the men then started coming close to us, manhandling both our bodies. Soon the entire room was in pandemonium as an orgy started, me in the middle of it all.

My waiter got double fucked by this Armenian bear and a hulking white muscle guy probably both in their thirties. Their cocks using his mouth and ass like a fleshlight.

I turned to my left as a hand groped my left pec, the man who mouthed to me, gazing into me with lust and yet looking bleary eyed. He was in his late twenties, beautiful body; well muscled from years of hard work, he was of Arab descent, his beautiful almond shaped eyes adorned with long lashes, dark drown eyes, chiseled jaw hidden by a thick bush of a groomed beard, his hair cut short close to his head, and of course thick brown lips complimenting his brown skin.

He took his hand from my pec to my cock and started jacking it as another knelt to take on the challenge to suck my gigantic cock. Then out of nowhere, a man took my behind and ate my ass, I looked behind me and there was one of the hosts vigorously pleasing my tight hole with his tongue, his deep inhalation tickling my skin, and I could not feel anymore of a stud knowing all of this was my making. The groans and moans of the men surrounding me invited more inside the break room, almost like they’re in a trance, and all getting straight to fucking and or sucking.

Getting ate out made me so fucking horny that I took the guy blowing my cock off me, not wanting to cum yet then telling the Arab guy to fuck me with his eight-inch cock. He smiled and got behind me and slowly entered my tight hole, as the guy who was eating my boypussy then went off to make out with the guy who blew me.

The entangled bodies kept increasing and soon it seemed like every single staff joined in; even the customers who heard of an exhibition going on. My ass was getting fucked severely to shreds by the Arabian man, as my waiter was moaning about cumming, and his two tops cumming as well.

The wonderful aroma of the semen flying in the air got me worked up and I tried to reach for my waiter to lap up the cum deposited in him, felching his ass with great gusto while my Arab top exclaimed profanities at me.

“Fuck yeah! You’re one hell of a cumslut, aren’t you?” He said with an accent. “Hey, feed him your cum!” he said to the two guys making out. They stood up and fed me their loads. I gobbled and swallowed eagerly, their cum fueling my Incubus powers, I could feel all the wonderful orgasmic bliss. The wonderful sense of all the sexual energy getting absorbed by myself.

My entire body felt amazing, I could feel my shoulders getting wider, my abs tighter, my skin smoother, pectorals bigger, biceps growing, and my ass getting rounder and plump. I feel more and more the image of who I want to be. The paragon of masculinity.

I sensed my boypussy being emptied by my Arab top as he let another man take a turn while he sat down on a chair; jerking his cock watching me get bottomed out.

I looked behind me and one of the recent joiners was fucking me with what seemed to be a baseball bat of a cock; hard as steel that’s probably around nine to ten inches. He was somewhere in his early forties, black skin glistening with sweat like onyx stone, he was jacked to high heaven, probably from years of gym training, and arms bulging with every thrust.

I felt him so deep inside me as I stared into his eyes, he leaned in for a kiss and I wholeheartedly accepted his tongue entering my mouth; his expertise showing as my tongue dance with his. We probably kept fucking for at least ten minutes; mouth entangled and my guts getting pummeled.

Then I felt my cock getting enveloped by something warm, a tight hole. I pulled away and there was the muscled white guy who was using my waiter, shoving my entire length inside his bodybuilder muscled asspussy.

We both groaned as the feeling of a warm tight cunt made me too react, tightening my own hole which earned a grunt from my black top. He sped up and soon came inside me.

“Fucking bitch!” He exclaimed, “best white boypussy I’ve ever had!” indeed my hole felt good, I could feel my body getting wilder as the cum seemed to be absorbed by my body. I gained strength as if I got a second wind.

He slapped my ass as my gyrating ass met up with his softening cock, I wasn’t done so when he pulled out, I began ramming inside the muscle pussy as the tip slipped out, leaving my hole in full view of everyone. Soon we were surrounded by so many men now jerking off as they watched me once again dominate another ass.

Muscle Adonis soon bent over, with his hands on his knees, and his arched back showing more of his muscled ass; giving me easier access. I took hold of his hips, my roaring hunger for more euphoric orgasms from everyone coming alive.

My Arab top seemed to like how I was in pure lust, and he offered his cock back inside me which I slowed down for, he didn’t move as I rammed into the muscled ass, both my ass and cock getting attention made me fuck faster, with gusto and joy.

“Yeah fuck, that is so good!” said the guy topping me. He slapped my ass hard three times, each smack followed by my own moans.

“I’m about to cum!” one man cried.

“Cum inside him!” said the Arab top as he vacated my ass to let the man cum inside me.

The man slammed hard inside me as he came, filling my hole, he fucked me for a couple more strokes then let another guy who said he too was about to cum.

This guy was much smaller but my boypussy adjusted and tightened around his cock, he was groaning so loudly while I was fucking myself with his cock, he came after a minute inside me, and let someone else take his place, who rammed inside me once his entire length was inside me.

He was much bigger than the last, but my hole didn’t care, it engulfed it with gusto and almost like sucking the cock inside to my very core. I didn’t know what this guy looked like; I was only concerned with my own pleasure. He too came after five minutes of hardcore fucking.

Soon almost every guy surrounding me had a go cumming inside my boypussy; with so much cum, my hole couldn’t keep up with absorbing it all. I couldn’t even keep track of how many, but I know it was more than five for sure.

“With so many cocks that jammed inside you, you should be loose,” said the Arab top in amusement, his cock twitching as he fingered my slick hole, “still so fucking tight!”

He got back in position as he fucked me, this time his cock pushed down on my prostate so hard that I couldn’t help it and came inside the muscle god I was fucking. It set in motion the Arab guy’s own orgasm as he came deep inside, but it seemed that my incubus energy zapped him out of his own energy, and he slumped forward into me.

It took me a couple minutes to regain a coherent thought as my own cum lust seemed to have subsided. I was surrounded by bodies, exhausted but still gyrating to have their hole fucked, or to fuck someone. I felt weirded out then soon both my “bros” got inside the room, I noticed the entrance was blocked off by a couple men continuing in their own world of pain and pleasure, that they basically had to pushed themselves in and swiping away at any hands that got close to their disheveled clothes.

“Fuck!” screamed Justin, soon we all heard muffled police sirens from outside, “we need to get the fuck out of here!”

“Shit get your clothes!” yelled Vance, helping me by picking up my shoes.” “When I said learn and get some action, I didn’t mean to turn the entire place into a sex pit!”

Running out of the break room, we passed by the kitchen and there were more people lost in their own euphoric world, like they’re in a fugue state; only wanting to fuck someone. I got partially clothed as I had to slink in between two people making out when we got to the back entrance, their warm tumescent hard-ons tingling my skin.

When we got to the back we ran straight for our car and drove away, in silence as the entire night seemed to have taken a rather horrible turn. Caused all by my maddening power.

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Sorry for the long wait for this chapter, hope you guys enjoy this! Thinking of doing more slice of life type of stories for this characters and even including new characters. Hope you guys have a wonderful day ❤️