The demon looked at Ethan as he calmed down, Claire leaving his lap. She unlocked his chains and Ethan rubbed his wrists to get the circulation started. Only he didn’t have a circulation did he? He couldn’t remember why he didn’t.

"Has he always had that affect on you?" Ripper-demon asked.

Ethan nodded, accepting the glass of water from Claire. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He swallowed the cool liquid and rested the glass on his knee.

"Tell me about the first time…" Ripper-demon leant forward in his seat waiting for his account. Ethan looked into the red gleaming eyes; the disguise was slipping.

"Do I get clothes? It’s blowing a gale where the sun don’t shine…" The demon smiled indulgently.

"Of course, and if you do well, you might get food." Ethan took another gulp of water and began his story.

The first time I clapped eyes on Ripper he was coming out of the showers. He played Rugby and rowed for the university team. He was gorgeous, young athletic, muscles not bulging but well defined. His chest, well I could well imagine myself reclining there for hours. He passed by me and smiled, he was comfortable in his skin … He had absolutely no idea of the effect he was having on me. I had watched the game and he made a few tries. I complimented him and asked him if he wanted a drink to celebrate.

He said he didn’t drink or smoke, bad for the lungs. I asked what he did do a little sarcastically. He smiled again with a wicked twinkle in his eye as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Magic and sex, sex and magic." He finger combed his hair looking at my reflection in the mirror all the while. He zipped up his bag and got to the door before glancing over his shoulder at me.

"Coming?" I didn’t have to be invited twice! Funny that, I thought I went there to pick him up not the other way round. I got to his flat and he made us tea. There was an enormous double bed with scratch marks on the walls at the bed-head and down the side, he saw the direction of my gaze and his eyes lowered to his tea.

"Some of my partners, get a tad restless.." I smiled at him, and tried the bed for softness, bouncing on the corner of the mattress. Ripper put his mug down and closed the gap between us; he was always the dominant one, being taller.

"Ethan, isn’t it?" He knew my name! The great God of the playing field knew my name. I trembled as I nodded. "Ethan? Get undressed, love." He stripped off his jeans and shirt in a hurry, standing naked and erect before me in second’s flat. I fumbled with my buttons. He hissed his impatience and tore the shirt from my shoulders. He held me prone on the bed whilst he stripped my jeans off me in one swift smooth movement. His eyes raked over me and I could feel myself heat at his critical gaze.

"Very nice Ethan. You’re glad to see me? Oh, yeah. Very glad!" He smiled, that smile was never far from his face. I wanted so badly to be worthy of his attention. He bounced down beside me with a whoop and snatched at my cock and balls. He massaged my sac in one hand taking care to knead and jiggle them tenderly, then he pulled at the loose skin and made them retreat slightly, I gasped and felt my cock surge. He had the tip in his mouth the next moment. I had had quick gropes in alley’s and the odd assignation on board a ship docked at Portsmouth, but this man was insatiable. He had me shuddering, bordering on climax almost effortlessly.

"Ah, Ethan. Anytime you want to join in?" He thrust his hips at me and I realised my bad manners. His cock was throbbing, heavily veined and broad, I tasted him. Divine, I swallowed him whole and my reward was his animal groan at my hips. We moved sinuously together for twenty minutes increasing and decreasing the rhythm of our thrusts until finally we came within moments of each other. Swallowing and laughing, hugging and kissing. I knew I’d found my soul mate, he knew he’d found his nemesis.

Ripper-demon pressed a button of the intercom on his desk. Ethan, stared ahead reliving his memories of the first time, he wiped his eyes. That had been perfect, the start of his love affair. It was a great pity that Ripper didn’t stay like that. Ethan changed him, corrupted him, left him a shattered shell of the "God of the playing field" after Eyghon.

"Claire, bring our guest some clothes…Yes the collar and cuffs, and the leather trousers.." He covered the mouthpiece. "Leather is the material of choice here do you mind? Ethan shook his head.

"I thought it was the material of choice anywhere!" Ripper-demon smiled indulgently.

"Hurry Claire, our guest is feeling the wind of change. Well, that was a pretty story. We’ll change venue for the next time. We’ll adjourn to ADULTORY. It’s one of our ante-rooms, you’ll like it…"

Ethan arranged his face into an expression of careful interest, not convinced he would like the move at all.

End of part 1

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