Seed of Chaos Ch. 03

BAGHDA MANSION KITCHEN

Each of the movers from earlier in the day had been assigned a workstation to "help" with dinner preparations. Groaning could be heard as if it was the chorus of a song playing on repeat throughout the room. Alejandro, the latino faggot with face tattoos, had his mouth and ass torn apart by his whole crew earlier in the day. Now he had been assigned dish duty alongside two small goblins. Well, they were small in stature, not dick size.

The goblins were washing the dishes in the nude, their full green bodies showing. They were small, around 4 feet tall but they had jacked bodies, with strong musculature. Clearly they were active physically quite often. The goblins were washing the dishes with what seemed like an endless supply of urine instead of a water hose. They'd rinse off any dirty pots and pans with a large torrent of piss from their thick 6 inch green cocks, while making Alejandro spit shine the dishes with his tongue after.

Every once in a while, a large satyr, his stomach sticking out covered in light fur and wearing only a chef's hat, would bring over some more pots and pans, bend over Alejandro, and shove his cock into the hilt while he continued to spit-shine the plates with his mouth. Alejandro had grown accustomed to the sensation of being filled, now feeling more comfortable with something up his ass rather than being empty. At this point his hole refused to close completely on its own anymore, instead propped open for any cock to easily access in the kitche, in fact, many cocks had bent him over of varying sizes and shapes and servants came in and out the kitchen. Some of the servants were humans, others goblins, other satyrs, and yet some others big brutes Alejandro had no word for. Perhaps just demons?

Surprisingly though, his thoroughly used ass, while wide and gaping, wasn't damaged. Something about the Baghda's mansion or magic seemed to keep the guests from getting permanently hurt. The demons were into lust and lechery, but they did not seem to want to hurt their guests, at least not permanently, only release primal animalistic chaos upon them so they could spread it to their fellow man.

Alejandro was smiling as he was ravaged from behind, the satyr's goat legs in a wide stance as it pummeled its cock in and out of his hole, long dicking it with ease now that it was sufficiently stretched out. Alejandro learnt how to grip cocks now though, not only to get his top off but to better rub his own prostate. So while the satyr was piling into him, he was wiggling his ass like a born slut. All the while he was licking the pots and pans he was handed by the goblins with enthusiasm. Occasionally they would piss directly on his tattoo covered face as he was getting plowed while cackling at him. To think he got through prison without sleeping with a single man, only to be bent over a dish washing station with a man-beast plowing him from behind the first day he ever sucked cock. He never saw the events of today coming when he woke up this morning. He didn't know if he would get to ever leave this mansion, he was not so sure he even cared anymore.

BAGHDA MANSION LIBRARY

"And over here is the library," Mo stated amicably to Jack and Sandy as they continue their tour of the mansion. Jack was reading some of the book titles when he came across an odd one titled "Ancient Studies on Phallic Manipulations" which had a picture of a large horned man, with his limp yet large phallus hanging between his legs. He extended his hand out to read more in it when Mo pushed his hand away.

"You'll have plenty of time to come over and read my collection of works, neighbor, we should continue the tour though. I'm sure there's a lot we can teach you about such topics over the coming years." Mo said with a smirk and evil glint in his eyes.

"When do we get to the Spa? It sounds absolutely delightful," stated Sandy as she went to touch Mo's shoulder gently. Mo looked at her hand with a bit of a scowl and Sandy removed it quickly.

"We'll head there right now, Sandy. I would love to give you the attention you truly deserve." Mo said his face turning back to his jovial smile, with his peppered grey beard and green eyes shining brightly back at her.

Sandy lost all concern she felt a moment ago and smiled back. "Amazing, I cannot believe you have a personal spa. It's like we live next to a 4 star hotel now."

"Oh trust me, the service of my servants is impeccable." Mo said softly. "Right this way please."

As they walked down the hall of many door, one was cracked open slightly. For some reason Jack felt the need to look inside. He was more than a little surprised at what he saw, but more than anything he was enthralled. It had been since his wife passed that Jack had had relations with anyone. So 5 years. What he saw before him was the first real sex he had seen in ages.

On the bed layed one of the movers from earlier. A young man around 22 named Rick. Rick attended the gym a little to often, hoping to attract girls. Unfortunately for him, his big muscles tended to attract the attention of other men more than women, but he never partook until today. His fat, hairy ass was fully exposed towards the door as he finger his asshole moaning. He made eye contact with Jack for a moment before another figure moved in front of him, it was a man. But not quite a man, he was too hairy, especially from the legs down. The creature looked back at Jack, leering directly into his eyes. It smiled, winked, and shoved its large cock into the movers asshole in a smooth motion. Rick moaned and rolled his eyes back, his dick was slapping against the best below him, fully erect while the man ravaged him from behind. The hairy man kept looking directly at Jack, never breaking eye contact to look at Rick. He just used him like a cock sleeve while sinisterly smiling at Jack.

Jack, feeling uncomfortable with what he just saw, and feeling like he invaded something private and not his concern, quickly rushed away from the door to catch up with his mother and Mo. Mo looked back at him with a face that looked a bit less friendly all the sudden, instead it was more... villainous. Just then Mo glanced down and lingered for a moment at Jack's crotch before looking back up into Jack's eyes, then continued walking towards the spa. Jack flustered, looked down and noticed the very visible tent in his pants. Did Mo know his movers and servants were getting it on in that room? Did he mean for Jack to see it? Jack wondered.

They arrived in front of two double doors with large "SPA" lettering on the wall above. Mo lead them into the room where they were greeted by an indoor atrium, densely populated with foliage. In the center of the room, were a few massage tables laid out in a line. Standing next to the table was a woman covered from head to toe in a black burqa.

"Alright," exclaimed Mo as he clapped his hands together. Should we all do a group massage together?

Sandy's eyes lit up but Jack quickly interjected, "No, no, no not for me I'm afraid. I am more than happy to wait somewhere though while you both partake."

"Ah fair enough, not one for strangers touching you, Jack? What about you Sandy would you like a massage and perhaps a facial?" Mo stated matter of factly with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

The devout catholic women had no shame about her body surprisingly, she jumped at the opportunity to get a massage and facial for no costs. "Absolutely! I'll see you boys later, go have fun drinking whiskey or something."

"Haha very well, the changing rooms are in the back there, I guess I'll have to find some other way to entertain your husband in the meantime."

The two men left Sandy to her day at the spa. She quickly removed her clothing and put on a white towel. She returned to the table and laid down on it with her chest up. The attendant whispered in a hushed voice for her to close her eyes and applied cucumbers to them. The servant then put on relaxing music and began giving her a massage.

"Would you like a facial using our in house ointment, madam?" the hush voice whispered again.

"Oh my goodness, yes. Absolutely. Y'all people moving here is the best thing to ever happen to me I think." Sandy said enthusiastically.

"Very well, I'll continue to give you a massage while we prep the serum. It should only take a few minutes. As the words left the servant's mouth, something curious began to happen under their burqa. Movement was slowly happening in their groin region, and slowly a large penis, became increasingly hard, covered in its own uncut dick juices, the cock continuously drooled precum onto the floor as it continued to rise to attention.

"Does that feel well madam, do you need be to be softer, or perhaps harder?" The attendant whispered again.

"Oh yes, ask my husband, I love when he handles my body a bit firmer with his hands. You have such large, powerful hands. I honestly wasn't expecting a women to give such a firm massage."

"Ah yes, the attendant whispered. I am very talented. A lot of my clients have been surprised by what I can bring to the table."

As the attendant sad that, the erect cock was fully hard and now laying on the table next to the elderly woman as she received her massage. It still oozed precum all over the table.

"Ah the serum seems ready now," the attendant said as it scooped up the precum off the table and scooped off a bit from the head of the cock stretching out of their burqa. "This is quite an expensive serum, but do not worry, our master told us to give you anything you want on the house whenever you want. He even said you could borrow some of his personal collection if you ever were interested. Now just so you know, it applies warm. It can be a bit surprising to some people, but we naturally heat it using natural sources. Try not to get any in your eyes, it will burn, so I ask that you keep the cucumbers on for the whole treatment."

With that, the attendant took the precum and started rubbing it into Sandy's face. She gave a satisfied smile as they proceeded.

"Oh my goodness, this feels absolutely majestic. I must come for this treatment all the time. The warming is such a nice touch, it's almost perfectly body temperature. Absolutely top notch service. Mo knows his stuff."

As Sandy continue to talk up a storm, the attendant now took the large cock, gripped it in their hand and started thumping it in their hand.

"Now, just so you know the next part is a bit unusual. Its a middle eastern practice, where we will, gently, slap some of the solution onto your face. This helps get the blood vessels flowing in the skin, and promotes more blood flow and thus more absoption of the solution. It may sting a little bit and the applier is a bit smelly because it uses pig skin, is this okay with you?"

"Who am I to get in the way of expert advice! I trust your opinion, I'm sorry I don't think I ask your name sweetheart, what can I call...?"

Before Sandy could finish her sentence the attendant smacked the cock down directly on her face, dragging it down across her lips.

"Oh oh, sorry I was not expecting that... Could you just let me know before the ne..."

THWACK-THWACK

The attendant smacked the cock harder down on her face two times in a row this time, interrupting her mid sentence.

"Ow that hurt, I'm sorry I'm not sure I like this. Can we move on to the next section now?"

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK

I'm sorry madam, if we stopped the treatment now..."

THWACK-THWACK the cock fell onto the face again, gravity doing most of the work using its sheer mass.

"... the attendant said with a bit of joy in their voice, "we'd ruin everything we've done so far. We must complete the process."

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK

The servant masseuse hit her lips multiple times, this time harder than the others, dragging the cock down again, catching her lips with it, as the cock slowly dragged down the lips they followed alongside, exposing Sandy's gums and teeth. The attendant picked up the now cum soaked cock, jizz stretching from Sandy's face to the cock as it was pulled way, and started jerking it.

"That should be good. I just need to lather up the remainder of the solution and prepare you a final tonic. It will introduce the solution internally as well, provide both inner and outer rejuvenation. It'll simply taste like tea and milk, is that alright?"

"Oh yes, sounds delightful. How long do I have to wait for the serum on my face to dry?" Sandy said, her face covered in red thick lines from where the cock had slapped her.

"It should absorb in the next 15 minutes. Then you're free to go."

The servant continue working their cock aggresively. Their masculine hands coming out of the burqa and quickly rubbing it up and down. With a grunt uncharacteristic of the soft spoken servant, cum start flowing out of the engorged penis. The attendant then mixed it with some tea and handed it to Sandy.

"Now drink it all before its cold, no one likes cold... tea".

With that Sandy sat up and started drinking away. Some of the serum was still quite heavy on her cheek and slowly dripped off as she took sips of the tea.

"Delightful, I feel younger and more energetic than I have in years." Sandy said with a calm expression, jizz rippling on her face as she smiled and drank her tea.

BAGHDA MANSION MO'S DEN

"While your dear sweet mother gets treated like an absolute goddess, why don't we boys go have a drink in my den?" Mo asked Jack.

"Sounds good to me, I could use something to drink. Can I ask you something though? I thought you said you were devout muslims. Aren't you supposed to avoid alcohol?"

Mo smirked, "Ah yes, that we are. But just like Catholics who have sex out of wedlock and get abortions, sometimes we muslims stretch the rules too, you know?"

Mo sat down with a swagger, adjust his crotch of his suit as he did, rubbing down the length of his large yet unerect cock in his pants leg. Jack looked away a bit flustered for a moment. Crossing his muscular arms and looking over at the pool table in the center of the room.

"You play billiards a lot, Mo?"

"Ah yea, I love to handle the old stick and balls hahaha. We should play sometime, I'm sure I could teach you a move or two. Unless are you also a player?" Mo inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh no, no I mean every now and then with some guys at the bar, but I'm not good by any means."

As he said that, Lily, in her red burqa walked into the room holding two glasses of whiskey.

"Ah my sweet queen, thank you so much for anticipating our needs. You've always been so good at reading men." Lily settled down, sitting on her husband's lap after handing Jack his drink.

"Are you married, Jack?" Mo asked.

"Oh I was, but she passed a few years ago. Haven't really dated since then, my mom keeps pushing me to get back out there but I've been busy with my work. You know how it is."

"I'm sorry to hear that, loss is one of the worst things we can experience. I much prefer lust, heh." As he said that his eyes darkened again, and Jack could see his hand doing something to Lily's burqa from behind. Jack looked away a bit embarrassed to be staring.

"Say Jack, why don't we play some billiards while the others finish up their tours."

As he said that Mo walked over to the pool table and grabbed a pool stick of the wall. Its base was interesting, seemingly flared with decorative bulbs at the end, unlike most other pool sticks he had since in his life. In fact, they looked almost phallic.

Mo noticed Jack staring at the bases intently, "Ah I see you've noticed the bases. Different from what you have around here, no? It goes back to a long standing tradition in my homeland. You see the players had to wager someone special to them. Then if they lost... no, it's better to just show you I imagine. Explaining it outloud might sound off putting to you. Your people all can be quite, well prude, in your own ways. How about we play a game, since they're only three of us and you have no one close to you to wager, why don't I just wager my wife for both of us, it's a special case after all. Just a friendly game between new friends and neighbors."

"Sure..." Jack said apprehensively, not quite understanding what he had gotten himself into, but also not wanting to offend his new neighbors.

They proceeded to play a standard game of billiards. Throughout the game Jack would often catch odd actions from Mo as he leered back at Jack. He'd sometimes be stroking the base of his pool stick, the phallic shape from long down the shaft up to the tip, almost absent mindedly while Jack took his shots. Sometimes out of the corner of his eye Jack would see what looked like Mo spitting onto the base of the stick, rubbing it until it was slick all over. Then it looked like he was lowering it down under his wife's burqa. Jack was getting hard thinking about it. But there's no way he really saw that, right? He was imagining it? Was he just horny for some reason today? Did he jack off this week? He'd been so busy. Just as he took a shot, he could've sworn he saw Mo jerk his hand forward with the pole under Lily's burqa still, and Lily gasp. The woman hadn't spoken once since he met her, he had to be imagining things. It must've been the sound of the balls hitting each other. When he looked back over though, he could've sworn he saw the end of the pool stick in Mo's hand glistening with some sort of fluid.

He hadn't really looked at the base of the pole super closely until now. It was a black stick that faded into a crimson red end. The red base flared at the tip, in for lack of a better term, the shape of angular cock head. Almost demonic looking. His own stick had a similar base, though it was black all the way to the end, and the phallic end looked much more like a typical human uncircumcised penis. On the wall he now noticed the other bases' unique shapes. Some were larger and covered in wart-like protrusions, some were smaller in length but much thicker in girth. All shapes and sizes, some more animal looking, others more human but proportionally off. Some even forked off, into multiple "penis" heads.

"What exactly do you barter your loved ones for in this game... Mo?" Jack asked, suddenly concerned.

Mo smirked as he shot the final ball into the corner pocket, winning the game.

"I told you... it's better to show, yeah?"

With that comment Mo took his suit jacket off, rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and shoved his wife over the pool table, while simultaneously roughly pulling her burqa up. Her face remained covered but her eyes stared directly into Jack's as he looked back in shock. Jack looked up at Mo now, who stared directly back at him just like his wife, eyes filled with sinister lust. He held eye contact with Jack as he shoved the pole deep into his wife's hole.

Lilith Moaned. Queen of the Damned. Mother of Demons. The first scorned ex-wife.

"Fuck Asmo, you could have taken your time, I'm not a young spring chicken anymore." Lily moaned out in pleasure. Her voice definitely betrayed her words, she was not as upset as she tried to portray.

"If we don't treat each other young, my dear, we'll succumb to our age. Yea? And to be young is to be ravished. We cannot forget that. Because we need it. We lust for it." Mo's words were almost hypnotic as he continued to stare directly into Jack's eyes while talking to his wife, pulling the pole in and out of his wife's hole, it squelching louder each time, as if getting wetter with every thrust.

"Now, I understand customs from other lands are not always comfortable to experience the first time, Jack. Well, emotionally, you seem quite comfortable there in your pants. No need to hide it, in fact let it out, it could probably use some fresh air."

"Let me explain the rest of my land's ritual to you now..." Mo said as he picked up the pace of his pole strokes, starting to rub his own cock through his pants. He continued to stare directly at Jack, ignoring his wife as she squirmed in pleasure below him, herself gyrating on the pole now in opposite of her husband's strokes, digging herself deeper onto the pole.

"The wager is usually someone you hold dear: mother, father, son, daughter, best friend, grandfather, you get it, yea? Anyone close to you that you were willing to wager, that is all that mattered."

Mo started doing a twisting motion with the pole as he pulled in and out of his wife.

"Once the wager was accepted, you played the game like we did just now. Though it isn't exactly the same as billiards. You use the end currently inserted in my wife more often in the traditional version. Anyways, once the game is finished the loser hands over their waged loved one. The loved one then bends over the playing table, and has to take the pole's blunt end up the anus for a variable amount of time."

Mo let go of the pole in his wife, he walked away from her towards Jack, the pole barely moving an inch from the sheer grip of Lily's hole. Once he reached Jack he bent down to whisper in the 6' 3'' man's ear.

"I told you, let it out to breath, yea? It's part of my culture. You don't want to offend me, do you?"

As Mo whispered heavily in Jack's ear, with deep breaths between his punctuated words, Mo reached down to slowly unzip Jack's pants. He reached in and pulled out Jack's hard as a rock cock. Jack just stared ahead at Lily gyrating around the stick in her bent over position, the stick still hovering parallel to the ground via her sheer vice grip on it.

"Enjoy my hospitality, Jack, I insist." Mo whispered as he started walking back away, his hand slightly tugging the foreskin of Jack's cock as he drifted back to his wife.

"Come over here, Jack. The last part of the ceremony is very special. You see. The hole of the wagered loved one must always be full, they are not allowed to have an empty hole lest in the process of putting a new object in it. That is until everyone who spectated or played in the wager has ejaculated on to the sacrificial love one. Until then, the wagered bitch must be riding something. Now you may have noticed, the wagered sluts do not have to be women."

Mo pulled Jack over in his almost stupor state to stand next to his wife.

"If a male was the wager, they would have to have something in their ass for this portion of the game. Since this was deemed unfair to male participants, it was decided women would also only be allowed to use their assholes in this ritual. To be fair you see, yea?"

Mo jerked his wife's burqa further up and pulled Jack over to look, the thick demon like cock was in her asshole, not her pussy. Jack swallowed,

"She, uh, she took that with only spit as lube? That's um, a skill for sure." Jack stammered.

Mo pulled the pole out, and with his other hand grabbed Jack's cock, now dripping a long line of precum from its 8 inch length. Mo stroked it up and down its length, swirling the precum with his thumb as he reached the top and twisting it along the length to get it slicker.

He then pulled Jack's thick member over to his wife's hole and said, "Remember Jack, her hole can't be empty until all the spectators have come. Why don't you help her move along with her day?"

With that, Mo pushed Jack forward from his lower back with his other hand holding the stick, and his forward hand still holding Jack's cock pushed towards his wife's now gaping hole.

Lilith swallowed it effortlessly. But she wasn't loose. Quite the opposite, her asshole was rigged and tight. It felt like nirvana on earth, like a thousand tiny tongues licking each part of his cock. Jack couldn't tell if it had just been a long time since he fucked someone, if all assholes felt like this, or if Lily was some kind of demon sex goddess.

Little did he know.

Jack couldn't help himself, as weird as this night had been, he needed this. Stress from work, his son ignoring him, he lusted for some sort of relief. His hand just wouldn't do it anymore, not after today at least.

"Fucking slut. Covered up head to toes except for your fucking pussy and ass showing. Is this what all you muslim girls are like? I heard stories, I've even seen the porns. But this is something else. It's like you're just a fucking sex toy. Holes to be used. Is this why your men make you wear these? I'll have to tell my dad to get one for mom. Maybe then I could use her too, that dumb bitch."

Jack paused for a moment, shocked by what he just said. What had come over him?

"Fuck it, I said what I said, not like you aren't the slut with your hole filled with my fat cock. What about you Mo, you enjoying the show back there? Is this your game? You one of those cucks or something?" Jack's face almost snarled as he said this, pumping into Lily's ass with no limits. His cock felt harder than it ever had, stretching against her ass walls.

With those words though, Mo walked slowly, but firmly towards Jack from his leant position against the wall observing with a cigarette in hand. He put the cigarette out on his wife's ass as Jack pumped into it, the full length of his cock. His bush overgrown and unkempt, getting soaked in his own precum pumping out of the asshole in front of him.

Mo then stared directly into Jack's eye's and said "Oh, don't misconstrue me, Jack. I like seeing Lily have her fun, but I am no one's cuck. I am the eternal horned bull. I'm your bull right now and you don't even know it."

With those words he grabbed Jack's ass firmly and scowled at him with sinister eyes. Then his eyes brightened up, and he let out a laugh.

"I kid, about being a scary guy at least. I'm not a cuck just, open sexually you could say."

Jack's face shifted from one of concern to relief as he continued to piston into the ass of the women below him, who was now barely making any noise. Just looking at her phone at clothing stores, almost bored as she was bent over the pool table. Just then she did something with her ass cheeks that sent almost a low shocking sensation into Jack's cock as it got warm and moist at the same time, causing him to instantly cum the hugest load of his life into her ass.

Mo looked a bit disappointed.

"I was bored, Asmo. Was time to finish up this game anyways, I'll talk to you later, I have a feeling our guests are going to be too tired for dinner now, it's almost 10 pm." Lily stated matter of factly.

With that his wife pulled her burqa back down and walked out the den, into the hallway like she just finished playing a board game with some casual friends.

Jack's large cock started drooping as it lost its rigidity. His own cum dripped from the top onto the floor as he stared down at it a bit confused. Then back at Mo with one eye brow up.

"Think nothing of it my friend, it is our custom, feel no shame or awkwardness. I promise everything is fine. Technically though the game isn't over until all the participants in the room cum," Mo said as he rubbed his cock absent mindedly, "but alas, my wife likes to both break rules and leave me lusting for her holes."

With that Mo patted Jack on the back and told him once he pulled his pants back up he could show him to the entrance where his family most likely awaited him.

"We'll have to do dinner again, I know we all got sidetracked tonight. Things were hectic with the movers and we were excited to show someone our new home, of course!" Mo said with bright eyes and a smile to the family at the entrance.

Carter was looking down at the ground, a bit less confident than he normally looked. Behind him, Jack noticed his father Charles was staring at the boy, almost leering at him, sometimes looking down at his ass it almost looked like. To their right Jack saw his mother, she looked like she was glowing, her skin younger than it ever had. He had to blink a few times, thinking his vision was maybe blurry, her wrinkles were much less present though for certain.

"Thanks so much for having us, Mo. We'll most certainly have to make it a regular thing." Jack stated matter of factly as he locked eyes with Mo's brother Mammy for a moment, who looked back at him almost knowingly.

As the O'Martin's went to open the door, it suddenly opened for them. Outside it sat a handsome man carrying himself with pride, Jack and Charles both thought he almost looked like the actor from those Dos Equis beer commercials, the "Most Interesting Man In the World".

"Ah father, I wasn't expecting you until after the rest of the family got her, you're early!" Mo exclaimed. The man looked over at Jack's family with a twinkle in his eye, but passed them without so much as a greeting to hug his son. He waved disinterestedly at his other son Mammy who was lounging on the stairs again with his legs in a wide stance. Mammy rolled his eyes and went back to swiping his phone.

Lily then came out of the back hallway. "I thought I heard your voice, Lucky. You always were a sneaky devil, showing up so early like this." She smiled at him, and walked over to give him a hug. As she did she reached back around and grabbed the man's ass through his well fitted suit in full view of the O'Martin's. Jack could've sworn he saw the man reach through the front of her burqa to rub Lily. But he couldn't tell if his hormones were still going wild playing games with his mind. Heck maybe it was just another one of their customs, where were the Baghdas from before Texas anyways?

The O'Martin's waved goodbye and walked back home. It'd been an interesting night, but the weeks, months, and years to come would only continue to surprise. Not just for them, but for all of Chicago, because the Seed of Chaos had been planted.