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“Coming, my good boy,” Krumm warned. “Mm, I’m coming.”
The come that filled Max’s mouth was sweet and thick like honey, definitely not what he’d been expecting, and he moaned as he swallowed it down greedily. He kept sucking and sucking and then…
He woke up.
Max was sweating, his jaw ached, and he was throbbingly hard. He swore he could still taste the sweetness of Krumm’s come in his mouth, and he came the moment he touched his dick, spilling inside his underwear before he could stop himself.
Was that really a dream?
Had he imagined Krumm and that strange little room?
Max had no idea, but he couldn’t shake how real the encounter had felt. He wondered if it had something to do with the spirit board. He was dying to ask his mother about it, but he wasn’t sure what he’d say.
Hey Mom, ever have dreams about sucking some big demon cock after using that thing?
Probably not so much.
Besides, his mother would actually have to be around for him to speak to her.
Max still lived at home, a situation that was once meant to be temporary but now seemed hopelessly permanent. He’d elected to stay with his parents after his father had lost his job because he didn’t want to see them lose their home. He kept telling himself that he was just going to help them get back on their feet and then he was headed straight for college.
That was five years ago.
His mother had left last year, his father drank all the time, and Max was the only one bringing any income into the household now. He paid the bills, bought the food, and his dreams of a college education were fading. His father claimed he was still looking for a new job, but Max knew that was a lie.
The cash Max gave him for gas and job application fees went to booze, and the supposed interviews were always very late and just so happened to be at local bars.
It was a mess, but Max didn’t know how to escape.
He’d somehow become his father’s caretaker, and he found himself becoming resentful. He thought perhaps he might not feel as angry as he did if his father wasn’t lying to him with every breath. It also didn’t help that his father was a mean drunk, the kind who liked to hit with cruel words instead of his hands, and sometimes Max even believed the terrible things he said.
He felt like a failure for not being able to get a better job or catch up on the never-ending bills. He hated how messy the house was because he was too tired to clean when he came home after being on his feet for twelve hours serving food at a greasy diner.
Max knew his father was hurting since his mother had left, and that much of his abuse was the result of him projecting his own failings, but it didn’t stop the pain from festering.
Or his bitterness.
Even if his father couldn’t find a new job or any other way to help financially, there was nothing stopping him from doing the dishes or picking up his beer cans. Max had stopped asking him to since it only ended in a fight, but he was tired of coming home and tripping over trash trying to get up the stairs to his room.
He fantasized about running away, but he couldn’t even make enough money to put minutes on his phone.
Not that he had anyone to call anyway.
His friends from high school were long gone out of state to different colleges—most of them had probably graduated by now—and Max was alone. He was too broke to go out and meet anyone new, he couldn’t even try hookup apps because he had a damn flip phone, and he didn’t have the time to date anyway. He was busy working, trying to keep himself and his father from drowning.
Though his father seemed quite content to keep swimming right back into the bottom of a bottle of beer, Max still longed for an escape.
He supposed that was why he had messed around with the spirit board. He had wanted something to happen,anythingthat might take him away, and no hell could be any worse than the one he was currently living in. At least now he did have one thing to look forward to every night:
His dreams.
Max lay down with a smile, looking forward to being inside that velvet room once more. He wasn’t sure where this strange sense of certainty was coming from, but he just knew he was going to see Krumm again once he fell asleep.
And he did.
And again, Krumm asked him, “Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes,” Max replied without hesitation. “I do.”
