Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2012 02:37:54 -0600
From: Jack Mate <jackmate24@gmail.com>
Subject: Cupidity - Chapter 1

Cupidity
Part I (Lust) of JackMate's Seven Deadly Sins series

NOTICE: This story contains explicit description of sexual acts between
men.  If it is against the law of your state to view such material, it is
in your best interest to cease reading this story.  Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter I: "Eyes on the Prize"

	Today marked the hundredth anniversary of the birth of the demon,
Alaric.  There was nothing quite like turning a century old.  His
cumulative experience in the world of mortals was one of allurement and
gratification.  See, Alaric was an incubus; a sex fiend with the capacity
to manipulate the sex drive of any creature which possessed a sexual
nature.  Well, "incubus" was the Christianized name for a maleficent being
such has him.  It was also the name of a band, which probably had
misconceptions about their allure when naming themselves.  Incentor libido
was a more appropriate phrase to describe him; "inciter of lust" in Latin.
Power was his motive.  Sex was the mechanism.

	As a matured demon, he had no need to constantly feast upon the
latent carnal desires of the world.  During his infant phase, Alaric had no
corporeal body.  His sole means of existing was through possession.  Back
then, he had to ceaselessly engage in the temptation of innocent souls in
order to amass power.  He would possess a body to his liking and seduce
unsuspecting targets, ejaculating his seed inside their bodies that would
grow and dictate the victims' voluptuous needs.  For each seed planted and
grown, Alaric became more powerful.  Eventually, he had accrued enough
blossomed seeds to form his own corporeal body.

	In the mortal world, he was known as Seth Lycander, a handsome
twenty-five-year-old investment consultant.  The combination of his charm,
charismatic expertise, and occasional seduction had led him to be the top
paid consultant at his company, earning him a $180k annual salary when
bonuses were added in.  Alaric was pleased with his successful living.  He
owned a sizeable four bedroom, two-story house with a spacious backyard and
a pool.  He had business travels throughout the United Sates, meeting with
prospective clients and prey.  On top of that, his company hinted at the
possibility of a promotion to CFO, since the current officer is on the
brink of retirement.  His salary would double if he obtained that position.

	It's true that demons did not have material needs.  But, as with
any other supernatural entity, they were bound to the necessities of the
mortal world.  In order to remain incognito, he and his brethren had to
assimilate themselves into the human society.  Because his accrued power
was so great, the human body was a great way to contain it.  It acted as a
stabilizer to an otherwise chaotic mote, as well as a way to channeling his
sexual prowess.  Alaric had chosen to lead a life that threw him into the
world of greed.  One sin begot another sin.  It was the opportunity he was
looking for.

	Incidentally, Alaric had chosen to take the day off for his
centennial.  As much as he would have enjoyed mixing business with
pleasure, this illustrious day called for a special occasion.  It fell on a
Friday, which meant he had a three-day weekend ahead of him.  It was
mid-July, the peak of summer, and the beach was calling his name.  He was
boarding a plane to the Hawaiian island of Maui, business class.  He stood
in line, wearing a shimmering black suit with a red shirt and silver tie.
It imprisoned his preternaturally sculpted body.

	He boarded the plane and took his assigned seat, which was adjacent
to the aisle.  The seat to his right was currently unoccupied.  The only
carry-on he brought was his briefcase.  Though he was on a brief getaway,
as a representative of a reputable investment firm, it was in his best
interest to be prepared for an opportunity to connect with a potential
client.  His destination was bound to have business-minded people to
network with.  He opened the briefcase and obtained his sleek touch-tablet
and the accompanying latch-on keyboard, then slid the case under his seat.

	Before he could get down to business, a person approached and
opened the overhead compartment.  He looked over and got a nice view of a
tightly clad crotch in jeans.  Before its owner finished placing his
luggage in the compartment, Alaric returned his attention to his tablet,
pretending not to have noticed him.  The compartment closed and the person
uttered timidly, "Excuse me."

	Alaric looked up to make eye contact with his seatmate.  He was a
younger guy, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a polo shirt.  His
short gold blonde hair was clean cut and complimented his lustrous sapphire
blue eyes.  His shirt clung to a well chiseled chest, revealing its carved
stature.  The demon could not help but smile, enjoying the view of the
young athletic boy.  He stood up and allowed him to pass to his seat.  For
a split second, he was able to view the firm globes of the boy's buttocks.

	Liking the interesting specimen beside him, Alaric decided to
dismiss his tablet for the moment.  "Hi, I'm Seth," he said to him.
"What's your name?"

	"Jonathan," the boy replied, his voice surprisingly masculine.  The
boy paused and looked him over.  "But, I go by Jon-O (pronounced like
John-oh)."

	"Jon-O?" Alaric quirked, intrigued.  "Why's that?"

	"My full name is Jonathan O'Donnell," Jon-O answered.  "My friends
adopted it.  I went along with it."

	"Fascinating," Alaric commented.  Suddenly, a steward came up to
them, inquiring about what drinks they would like.  He pondered for a
second.  "I'll have a glass of syrah."  He turned to the human next to him.
"What would you like?  My treat."

	"Um," Jon-O stuttered.  "I'll have a Dr. Pepper."

	Both Alaric and the steward blinked at him quizzically.  Alaric
chuckled a bit and clicked his tongue.  "You're on a flight to Maui, and
you want to drink a soda?  No, pick another drink, young sir."

	"But, I'm not –," the naïve stud began to say.

	"Uh-uh," Alaric said hastily, holding up a finger.  "No buts.  What
do you like?  Beer?  Wine? Liquor?  Cocktails?" He winked at him at the
last statement.  He could tell he was making the boy flushed inside.

	"I'll have a Sam Adams, then," Jon-O decided with a slight, cute
smile.

	"Excellent choice," Alaric praised as he gave the steward his
credit card.

	Soon after, boarding had finished, the plane was taxied, and their
flight commenced into the airways toward Hawaii.  Their flight was going to
be five hours long, so Alaric had ample time to get to know the succulent
mortal next to him.  When their drinks arrived, he subtly brushed the back
of Jon-O's hand as he handed him his beer.  He could sense the boy's
temperature swelling from the brief contact.  Jon-O adjusted his collar and
grinned tautly at him as he took his first drink.  Alaric just sat back and
sipped his wine, relishing their sudden mutual attraction.

	The demon learned quite a bit about Jonathan O'Donnell.  He had
just graduated from high school and became accepted into the football
program at the University of Notre Dame.  His enthusiasm for athletics
explained his built physique and fraternal demeanor.  It turned out that
his parents were rewarding him with a week-long vacation in Maui for his
success.  Alaric figured he came from a family of substantial wealth,
though the boy did not act self-entitled.  When he asked what he wanted to
study, he was surprised that it was aerospace engineering.  Jon-O explained
that ever since he was a little kid, he was curious how space shuttles were
built and was in awe about the idea of space travels.  The kid's future
goal was to work for NASA and have a hand in the future of space
exploration.  Needless to say, Alaric was impressed.

	For the first two hours of the flight, they watched the in-flight
movie together with another round of drinks in hand.  Jon-O was quite
knowledgeable of physics and commented on some elements of the action
scenes that betrayed that knowledge.  Alaric simply listened with
amusement.  He could tell that now the boy was trying to impress him,
wanting him to approve of him.  Though, there was no need for any of that.
He already earned his approval.  The incubus approved of what he figured
lied beneath his clothes.  But, he allowed the human to entertain him in
the meantime.

	"I've got to take a leak," Jon-O said briefly after the credits of
the movie came on screen.  "It must be all the beer."  He smiled again at
Alaric as he scooted past him to make his way to the lavatory in the back
of the cabin.

	"Can I get you gentlemen another?" The steward asked Alaric,
placing the empty beer bottle from Jon-O's tray into a trash bag he was
carrying.

	"I think we're alright for now," Alaric answered amply.  "Three
rounds ought to be enough for the rest of this flight.  We still got a full
day ahead of us at the island."

	"I hear that," the steward laughed, moving on to other passengers.

	Now that he was alone, it was time to view the goods that awaited
him in the lavatory.  Alaric concentrated silently as he harnessed the dark
power within him.  With ease, he channeled his mind's vision outside of his
body and transferred it into the lavatory.  It was a mediocre space but
still roomier than a lavatory in coach.  There, in front of the toilet,
Jon-O stood with his fly open and jeans slightly pulled down.  Sprouted
from the opening was a flaccid cock releasing a steady stream of urine.
The boy was sighing with relief, obviously from holding it in throughout
the movie.

	Alaric smiled to himself as he rubbed his bottom lip with tip of
his finger, still channeling his power.  To a person nearby, it only looked
as though he was just in deep thought.  The boy's manhood enthralled the
demon.  Its pink mushroom head, the fair shaft, and the light shallow bush
at the base looked so appealing.  Alaric wanted more.  Still maintaining
the mind vision, he drew from the chaotic energy within him and connected
it into the boy, much like an electrical plug penetrating a socket.  He
focused on triggering Jonathan's libido.  Once he found the sweet spot, he
plunged his power into it, elevating his sex hormones that were in
abundance.

	Jon-O's cock began to harden as he finished up releasing.  The boy
groaned as he adjusted his collar again and began to stroke with his right
hand.  Before he knew it, Alaric was witnessing a thick seven-or-eight-inch
dick poking through the stroking fist.  The pointy tip was glistening with
pre-cum.  Jon-O moaned softly as he rubbed his chest under his shirt with
his free hand.  His carved abs became exposed in the process, heightening
Alaric's attention to the scene.  But, what took him over the edge was a
glimpse of his chiseled chest and rose-colored nipple.  Oh yes, this boy
was quite a specimen.  Alaric wanted even more.  He wanted a sample of this
delicious appetizer.

	He broke the channel of the mind vision, returning himself to his
body.  The elevated sexual energy was still instilled, so now Alaric was
free to do a more elaborate action with his unbridled power.  Once again,
he dipped into the demonic abyss and called forth a burst of darkness.
Upon unleashing it, time bent to his will.  All action within the cabin
froze, except for the demon and the boy, as if time had stopped.  But, it
wasn't stopped.  It was suspended for a singular moment in that local space
for Alaric and Jonathan.  Any action taken during suspended time would
collapse into that singularity once the suspension ended.  Alaric would
have remembered it vividly, while someone like Jonathan would have recalled
it as a flash.  Anyone else outside the time suspension, those that were
temporally frozen, would not experience anything at all.  This was how
Alaric chose to appear to his victims as an apparition, like a fantasy
dream, only it would be real and physical.  Very, very physical.

	Alaric arisen from his seat.  He made his way back to the lavatory
and listened in to hear Jon-O heaving heavily.  The boy was close to
coming.  No, he can't finish yet.  The demon focused his power on the door
and willed it to unlock.  He opened the door and slipped inside, closing
the door behind him.  Jon-O gasped at the sight of him, but Alaric stopped
him before he zipped up his pants.  He clasped his arms around the
athlete's broad body from behind, bringing him close to his own. "You must
have forgotten to lock the door before going to town," he chuckled coyly
into his ear.

	"Seth," Jon-O huffed, frenzied from the sexual impulses from both
Alaric's power and his very presence.  Despite being startled by the older
man's appearance, the kid did not stop pumping that plump rod between his
legs.  He even pulled his jeans down more to allow his two large testicles
to hang free.  "Help me," he pleaded, leaning back against Alaric's body,
encouraging him to take action.  Jon-O began using his left hand to play
with his balls.

	The world seemed to blur away, as if the duo were alone in
eternity.  Alaric leaned into athlete and nuzzled his face into his neck.
He was slightly taller than the youth.  He slithered his hands under his
shirt in the front, sliding it upward as he caressed the moist, cut muscles
of his stomach and torso.  He made moans of elation erupt from the human
when he began to suckle the sweet spots on his neck.  When his hands
reached the nipples, Alaric skillfully placated them between his fingers.
Jon-O sounded off his approval.  Meanwhile, the older man subtly brushed
his crotch against the boy's firm buttocks.  His entrapped cock was
engorged inside his suit pants.

	This wasn't about him, though.  This was about the sexy hunk
Jonathan unloading himself before Alaric's eyes.  He licked up the boy's
smooth neck and wrapped his tongue around the earlobe, clasping it between
his lips and sucking on it.  Jon-O grunted and stroked his glorious manhood
with relentless vigor.  The athlete reached up with his left hand and
clasped it against Alaric's, motioning it to rub his chest.  The demon
acquiesced and gladly kneaded his quaking torso.

	"Oh god," Jon-O whimpered.  "You make me feel so good."

	"Show me," Alaric whispered seductively.  "Show me how good I make
you feel."  His hands roamed back down Jonathan's hard body, leaving him to
hold up his polo shirt.  He ventured down past the pelvis and massaged his
inner thighs.  The athlete's body shook violently as the finale was
approaching fast.  Alaric held him in place, fondling his thighs just the
right way to send him over the brink.  "Yeah, that's it.  Show me."

	"Fuck!" Jon-O howled, bucking against Alaric's hold.  The boy's fat
cock spewed out several gushes of hot white cum all over the toilet and the
surrounding floor.  His taut body throbbed with exasperation as the wave of
euphoria flooded his brain.  Alaric was not disappointed by his handy work.
After the last drops of coital fluid dripped from Jon-O's man rod, the
younger man cooled down, cradled against Alaric's steady body.

	Alaric smirked.  It was time to snap his prey back to reality.  He
slapped the mortal's ass cheek, much like a fellow athlete would, and said,
"Good work, boy!" With that, he ended the time lapse, disappearing from the
lavatory and instantaneously returning to his seat.  Action around the
cabin resumed where it left off, everyone none the wiser about what had
occurred.  Jon-O was stumped by the sudden shift in reality and looked at
his cum-splatter before him.  He wiped the sweat from his forehead and
quickly got toilet paper to wipe the evidence away.

	After five more minutes, Jonathan emerged from the lavatory and
came back to their row.  Alaric looked up and saw a slight redness in his
face.  "Hey, you alright?  You look a little flushed there."

	"Yeah, I'm fine," Jon-O said a bit too quickly.  He looked down at
Alaric with a quizzical expression.  "Did you...?"  His train of thought
trailed off.  It was cute.

	"Did I what?" Alaric inquired innocently.

	Jon-O laughed to himself and shook his head.  "Nothing.  It must be
the beer.  I need to sit down now."  And so he did, and they resumed
talking about random things as their flight continued toward Maui.  Oh yes,
this was a great start to Alaric's hundredth birthday.

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