The man had made the bargain because he needed the money and the creatures had accepted because they were hungry. The man had everything they needed to be sated. He ran a home for boys on the edge of the woods -- the woods were enchanted, said the boys; the woods were haunted said the others. The boys were orphans or castaways -- families with too many mouths to feed. The man, who saw the irony in this, made the bargain years ago, and after so long, began only accepting particular boys -- ones he knew the creatures who came from the woods at night would prefer.
The class of boy who typically lived in the home had acquired a uniformity now: all were slender, fair-skinned and clear-faced, fine boned, aged between 14 and 20. There were a half dozen living there now; they all slept upstairs in the attic with the wide windows and broad skylights. The man would sometimes watch the creatures as they fed.
The boys all wore the same manner of sleepwear -- a type of loin cloth with an elastic band at the waist, like the ones shown in illustrations of savages. A couple boys would always joke about how this made for an easy cleanup after wet dreams, but once the boys came to live in the home, they soon realized they never had any messes to clean in the morning, and just as quickly paid it no mind.
The creatures could be heard on the roof, quietly pulling open the windowed skylights, silent as shadows slipping into the room. Tonight there were eight of them. They would stay until each had fed at least once. Some nights only three or four might arrive; one night nineteen had crowded the attic, all of them needing to feed--it had been close to dawn when they had left. Nineteen creatures, six boys ... the boys had all drowsed that next day away, none comprehending why they felt so depleted.
The man sometimes called the creatures succubi, because he didn't quite know what else to call them. They were roughly humonoid, smooth and pale all over, impossibly long limbed, almost spider-like. Their heads were small with large ovoid eyes; their mouths were puckered orifices, totally circular. They padded between the beds of the boys, each breathing heavily in sleep, unwakable. The creatures, all but two, took their positions near the heads of each boy and crouching down, swiftly drew back the bedsheets from each. The boys had all shifted in their sleep just as the creatures had settled over them, an unconscous action, all rolling over or re-positioning to be flat on their backs, arms straight at their sides. The creatures exerted some inscrutible power over their sleeping charges -- none ever awoke during feedings. In all his times observing this ritual, the man had never seen any different.
The man sat next to one of the boys on the opposite side of the creature. The succubi never seemed to mind being observed by the man. He took in the scene before him: six boys, all taut, lightly muscled from youth, lanky legs and arms, shoulders sharp-boned, hips poking out, flat stomachs; six succubi perched next to them, spider-leg arms with long fingered hands efficiently pulling aside the flaps of each boy's covering.
The boy the man sat near was the tallest of the bunch, nearly sixteen now, black hair that fell across his brow, eyes green had they been open.This boy had the longest legs the man could recall of any of the boys who'd lived there -- thin, but wired like a colt's. The boy's pubic hair was really just feathered wisps, but his penis was already mature: very smooth, as were the boy's balls, which were already the size of a man's fist. The creature had taken the soft penis in its fingertips, it's other hand flat and gentle as a leaf on the boy's stomach. The creature ran it's fingertips over the length of the boy's shaft, lingered at the tip, twisted over the glans. It's other hand probed and hefted the boy's ballsac--the boy inhaled sharply in his sleep but did not waken. His penis began to respond in the way of all teenaged boys who are touched in this way. The succubus kept stroking and gently pulling on the boy's penis, twirling it's fingertips over the shaft and head until it was fully erect. Curving up over the boy's abdomen, his erection pulsing in time to his heartbeat, the man thought again of a young horse. The creature bent it's head down parallel and opened it's mouth. The succubi mouth was actually like a sheath--it extended out over a foot from the orifice, was four inches or so in girth and nearly translucent. The creature held the boy's penis in position as it's proboscis opened and slid over the glans, down the shaft and flush with the root. The boy's breathing became heavier, louder. The sheath remained fixed over the boy's organ, but inside, powerful muscles pulsed and slid and twisted, intensely stimulating the boy. The man watched the boy's penis flex inside the proboscis, heard a very shallow slurping. This continued for some minutes, the boy's breathing escalating, his stomach heaving and pumping like a bellows. The boy's toes curled, his hips and back arched slightly, he grunted twice. Inside the transulent tube of the succubus feeder, the penis jerked and a spurt of milky cream shot from the tip. A second, larger jolt of cum several inches long fired rapidly out, the boy huffed; a third, fourth and fifth smaller ones came next. The mouth slurped them all away; two more squirts issued out and were carried off. The boy panted and his frame relaxed.
The man looked on as the succubi finished. Its nearly transparent snout remained fixed to the boy like a vine; there was movement inside, some part of it pressing onto the engorged urethral tube at the base of the penis and rolling slowly up, squeezing out the last thick drops. The boy shifted, his penis would be more sensitive now -- prolonged stimulation would cause discomfort. The proboscis slid carefully off the deflating shaft, lingered at the tip and recoiled inside its orifice. The boy's breathing eased.
The man decided to linger. Around him, the room echoed with soft pants, tremulous sighs, hitching groans. The sounds of night at the home, the sounds of slender boys milked. He moved to stand over another lad--a short, very skinny boy with mousy brown hair and freckles. The youth's stomach collapsed in and out, each exhalation exposing his ribs; already his nearly hairless ballsac was pulled up tight, his penis -- smaller than other boys' but well proportioned and circumsized like the others -- was pale and so stiff it seemed to be cast in marble inside its tubular feeder. The boy's head turned in his sleep and his jaw clenched, his bangs shifted over his eyes. He breaths huffed and three quick spurts of cream so close together as to appear as one uninterrupted stream appeared instantly from the tip of his erection and connected with the quivering mouth of the succubus. The remainder of his ejaculation seeped out in globs, the suctioning tube whirled them away.
The man turned behind him at the sound of a loud exhalation and grunt -- another boy squirting his milk into the hungering creature feeding upon him.
The boy nearest the window was only fourteen, but he was very tall, nearly the tallest. He was still not into his full growth; his ribs and chest carried the leanest of muscling, his legs and arms were very thin and ended in feet and hands that seemed two sizes too large. His ears stuck out, his hair, wheat blonde, was long and flopped over his brow and into his eyes. His lips were parted over teeth so white they seemed to glow. His penis was perfectly symmetrical relative to his body, long like everything on the boy, the cap was swollen and coloured like an apricot. The succubus caressed each hemisphere of the boy's ample scrotum, balancing it with its twig-like fingers. Inside its feeder, the boy's penis twitched. His cheeks were very flushed, his nostrils flared, his hips began to buck and make light thrusting motions. The succubus had to adjust itself to keep its feeding duct positioned--the boy's penis jutted from between his legs like a sundial.
There was no preceding intake of breath, no sharp gasp or grunt to mark the beginning of ejaculation, just a splash of white that coated the length of the sucking proboscis, and then a volley of shots popping one after another, each one an abundance of solid pearly cream. The man tried to count, knew he missed several even while noting at least ten. It seemed impossible to produce so much. The succubus seemed barely able to keep up, it's slurping was heard by the others; the two who waited to feed edged closer to the bed as if to make their claim. The succubus gulped twice, a motion that the man had rarely seen -- testamount to the copious volume it had managed to milk from the boy.
The boy's orgasm ran its course and the succubus pressed the final drops of pearlescent fluid from the shaft in slow, even pulls. The teenager's breathing lost its ragged quality of the past minutes, his shoulders and torso reclined; the creature withdrew. The man had not stayed so long during a feeding in weeks, the previous time he had witnessed this particular boy being milked was shortly after the lad had come to stay at the home some months ago. He had easily grown several inches in that interval and the quantity of fluid suctioned from him at previous feedings had been much more modest. Tonight's climax seemed startling; even the creature, emotionless and unreadable as always, displayed subtle reaction. The man had not even noticed that the others had finished with the remaining boys. Now all that remained was the two succubi who had yet to feed -- each might wait twenty minutes or two hours before selecting a boy. It had been made obvious though that this boy -- whose long penis now draped pliably over his patch of downy pubic hair and just past the band of his loin flap -- this boy would be drunk from again tonight.
The man decided to retire for the evening and leave the creatures to the last of their work. When he would awake before the boys in the morning, the man would retrieve the small pouch of coins deposited at his front doorstep.
It would be two more nights before the creatures returned.