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Joel’s face was a mess of tears.
He’d asked for this.
It was too much, the sensations buzzing through him like electricity. He’d asked for this, asked for corruption, but clearly whatever had been angelic in Joonas had long since faded. He’d smiled sweetly and delivered, and Joel almost regretted asking it of him without making further stipulations. It had been a rookie mistake, borne out of panic because he knew being turned out uncorrupted would doom him to face worse, and now he’d simply suffer the consequences.
There was a part of him that enjoyed it, deep down, and Joel didn’t know if that made it better or worse. Better, because whilst the overstimulation was past what he’d have chosen he still somehow found himself enjoying it, and worse because of the heavenly shame that hadn’t fully left him yet. It wouldn’t leave until the demons were done, and Joel didn’t want to tell them to stop just yet, part of him wondering if they’d take pleasure in it.
Aleksi, the sweet-faced one with curling black hair, had taken pleasure in corrupting him. He was the youngest, Joel knew, the most recently corrupted, and Joel wondered if his corruption of him had been a sort of demonic coming of age for him. It certainly seemed it, from the way Niko had ruffled his hair and he’d pronounced himself all grown up, and Joel blearily wondered if he’d feel like that one day, beyond the haze of unending pleasure.
Joonas had been the next to further corrupt him, his fingertips leaving tingling heat blazing under Joel’s skin as he stroked up and down his thighs. Joel’s cock had hung hard and heavy, untouched except when Joonas sought to tease him with the threat of pleasure without attempting to fulfill it, and that was the greatest source of amusement to these demons.
Worst of all had been when Joonas brought him right to the bring of ecstasy before letting go and focusing on his own pleasure. Joel had felt his cock weep, matching the tears trickling down his cheeks from the constant arousal that they never let become anything tangible, but Joonas and Niko had only cooed over him, wiping the tears and doing nothing to alleviate the burning crucible in his gut.
Then Joonas came inside of him, his eyes rolling back in the pleasure he’d denied Joel, his fingers clutching Joel so tightly Joel swore there’d be purple marks in the morning as he saw himself through his pleasure.
Next was Olli, the catlike one with brassy hair. He barely waited for Joonas’s seed to finish trickling out of Joel before he sheathed himself inside. He didn’t try to tease Joel, adding to the desperate ache in his loins, simply taking his own pleasure and letting Niko and Joonas tease him instead.
Then he was fed a cup of water again, then it was Tommi’s turn.
He didn’t play with Joel much either, almost like he was taking pity on him, but then he was done, and it was Niko before him with a massive smug grin, and Joel couldn’t stop the reemergence of tears.
Somewhere along the way he’d lost his shirt. He didn’t know when or how, but now he was naked with nowhere to hide except behind his own hair. He tried, but Niko smoothed his hair back, his smile nauseatingly sweet before he entered Joel.
Joel wanted to go back, to retract his desire to be corrupted, but most of all he wanted the pleasure to amount to something.
Maybe that was the true corruption; not achieving orgasm but wanting it - needing it - to the point of despair. Maybe once he’d finally been indulged it would all recede and this would feel like a funny dream he’d laugh off with the others, but for now he was so alone.
None of them seemed to care. Not even Aleksi, who they spoke of as only being recently corrupted, but then maybe Joel was broken. Maybe he was meant to want it, and the way the demons stretched it out to ensure that, only he was broken and he’d never feel that way.
This time his tears weren’t from frustration. None of them realised it, thank above. Niko just cranked his useless pleasure higher to really wrench the tears from him until he met his own end.
Then he pulled out, and their hands on him weren’t wringing him into insanity with denied pleasure anymore. Joel felt something snap inside him just before he finally came, heavenly devotion leaking out with his seed.