“ Your new epithet is Daemon. come alive up !"Was all he could find out ; having been taken from that abandoned site and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his clothes and self-command confiscated at the den, this diabolic place which was below ground ridden with standard candle and earth with a sweaty stench that hit devil hard and well. The fumes from the various essence defusers in this low-dimmed way were beginning to take essence on Daemon who up to now was called A. by his boring past.

"Follow us. Our boss wants to meet you !"shouted one of the bandits.

The three men who napped him were in another room chilling whilst their stopcock were getting sucked by three twinks who had shaved brain with piercings that adorned them all. The most queer though was that the biohazard symbols was tattooed around their holes. Daemon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands leaping and escorted by a guard suddenly grabbed Daemon's fragile neck and knelt him to the floor."You can't walk round here. Only men can do that ! You're a boy, you fag !"Thus he crawled, it was a first gear in new memory. It was utterly humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"looking at like you're trying to cringe. Good boy ! Let me help you with your hands there and instruct you how to crawl around this den."

The guard unbound fiend's hands then went on all fours teaching him how to fawn. The left hand protrudes first, then the right-hand leg follows ; the rightfulness hand succeeding, and so the other leg. It was as simple as that, and devil picked up this skill quite well. Having the precaution creeping with him for a while he finally understood how to cringe. Indeed, it was secondly nature to the guard and soon a first for Daemon.

With every crawl he made, his nitty-gritty beat faster. An fauna that crawled through the cold story ; an animate being that dragged through the fumes that turned him so. He was ready to meet his chief. He was ready to process him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck darkness with less loose and more fear knowing his doom is about. There lay a hallway where Daemon was ordered to crawl all the way down, past the thick of duskiness in the midst of the hallway where stood a door with two eye maw that was dimmed by candlelight."You are to go down there, and wait."The safeguard exited the hallway.

Alone was now Daemon who crawled slowly and cautiously. A rush of adrenaline struck him ; whether to turn back or surveil on : what difference would it cause ? Either way he was in fuss. There was neither right nor left, neither silence nor racket but the strait of his respiration, his pulsating warmness and the path he tread through. God was not in him. Unbeknownst to him, there were elbow room on either side of him which were inhabited by the corrupted men who broke the silence by yelling at the piteous boy crawling past them. bars prevented them from ravaging him ; only words and succus can keep him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a gush of cum erupted from the darkness and nip towards Daemon. He tasted the cum as he crawled past the man who was now also barking at him imitating the strait of a dog hungry to devour fiend for his pleasure. Already did devil finish up his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

more men were goading him, woofing away. The loudness dimmed as the luminance before him grew. More the boy became less a man and more fundamental. A religious rite of passage from this to the place he was born to brook. He was at the door - now he must knock.

waiting at the door, the two eye holds above him opened. His center were piercing, a medium brown people of colour with both iris diaphragm'holding the figure of a boy on his articulatio genus ready to embark his Master's domain and serve him through life sentence and hell. The door opened with a stench of metrical foot blowing through Daemon like nothing he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boner but harder than when he was getting facefucked at the abandoned site ; than when he was crawling here ; than when that guy previously blew a huge warm payload for Daemon to taste.

"Come in, boy."his captain smirked."What's your epithet ?"
"I'm A., Sir."

Wrong answer ; his lord slapped him hard like a beef."You are Daemon ! And Daemon you shall persist. Your previous life was a dull one, and we know all about you. We know you were born to devout Muslim parents, that's rightful indeed. We know you are gay and have been getting fucked like crazy. Many of the masses I know you've met are piece of this cult. They contribute to the length of service of this domain and I am one of the chiefs here. You are here because you wanted to get something else and so here you are."

Daemon noticed the Baphomet that stood before him that tightened his middle at this amazing figure that the Master had noticed did keep him in awe of such a figure."That's Satan ; our deliverer. He is also your Saviour and Lord who brought you here."fiend gulped and gazed upward at his possessor who was standing forthright scrutinising the poor boy."You're fair skinned given your inheritance, with a suave body. You'll do well to pleasure me. Now all you need is a wakening call to remind you of whom you are and what your purpose in life sentence is. The man pointed devil to go to the bed which wasn't like no other bed you'd uncovering : it was low-standing ; think of it as just a mattress on the floor. In fact the bed was not just king-size but elbow room sized ! The full right wall of the bed bedroom was very very much covered in material made suitable for slumber for such a perfect man. It was here Daemon crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfort impossible to reject.

Meanwhile, Daemon's master opened a drawer which contained mortar and pestilence, bags of vitreous silica, syringes and snort metro amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the silence grew less between them ; devil was bidden to go make himself in the interim. Upon his replication, his Master was prepare."Are you scared, boy ?"“ I don't know ; I've never been in this sort of situation before. I wonder if I'm making the right choice about being here."“ What choice ? There is only lot that brought you here ; there's no pick in fate. We're all taught to think that we have choices in life, but in truth choice is an abstract conception that plays no plot with fate but just meter. Time is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the lives of generations down here, and there's no blunt choice in your being here."fiend was afraid of phonograph needle and his heart was racing faster. His Master joined his slave in bed with the mixture."It's expert your affection is beating fast. It makes it easygoing to slam you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was clock time for his reckoning. It was well-situated to get a New York minute and start slamming him."Don't concern ; it's only meth."grinned his passkey. As it was slowly entering his blood, now finished ; the tourniquet released. A effusion of this chemical streamed to his core almost instantly. The time has come.

Whilst his Master was slamming himself, within minute Daemon's eyes widened. He went on his knees and coughed a few. His head was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his hammer ; an urge to finger himself was nigh. His ventilation was cryptic ; his arm drew a bit of blood from which he tasted. He stared at his master key in awe, no misapprehension made that he was his slave to endure.

"Oh, Master ! I only serve you !"
"Good boy. Now worship me ; prove whom you serve !"

With lightening pep pill, Daemon attached his mouth onto his Master's left nipple and sucked heavily."Lick my blood clean, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean of the blood. At once he returned to sucking his nipples, biting them gently and slowly."piece of tail burn them boy !"There was Thomas More to follow, he was just starting his new sprightliness and adventure. Daemon was pushed back to lay in bed. The master undid his low garments and beheld before Daemon his weapon of mass death."Tonight, you will suffer your virginity again."

"Oh please, Sir ! That cock is huge ! I need that in me !"
"work for it ; get it hard."

He laid down and daimon crawled in between his legs and sniffed the drunken reek that erupted from his balls. Whilst massaging his balls a greedy and wet natural language glided up his passe-partout's long peter to the tip where his tongue thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and unit of ammunition as a ball. What was most curious though is that his cock had a prince Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, a thick one of that too as the metal adorned the spectacular view. At last Daemon swallowed his cock whole with greed as the closed-bead ring in cold ice glided down the fleshy sassing whose tongue waved through the prick secreting expectoration to keep his prick at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his Master, who recuperating from this over-the-top experience praised Daemon for his excellent science on the thing, enticing him to go on by holding his head in post and envisaging his face with spit that slid down from forehead to chin in means that his eyes beheld only tears as his sassing continued the job in deepthroating his well thick pecker in surplus of the sweet-flavored precum that seeped into him from within.

"You like that turncock don't you ?"
"Yes, Sir !"murmured Daemon who responded whilst deepthroating him.
"That's real dick right there ; a man's turncock !"laughed his Master.

Bobbing up and down on his cock, slurping his hammer like one big noodle to impose a vacuity so as to attach his rooster ring to the oddment of his back talk with lips attached all around at the Base as his glossa teased his clod below whilst his work force soothed his balls and pulsed for an ever glorious master who claimed Department of Justice over demon, arresting him of exemption and attesting him to pleasure in all ways primal that persuaded his great Master finally to take him down to the next level in the final thick of action that would ransack both hell and Earth in a quelling blow.

"You've earned it. Lay on your back ; you are rewarded."

It didn't take long. daemon's hole was loosen to begin with from the versatile fucks he's had ; and given he was slammed already his hollow was looser and gaping for the concluding piece to clear its way in : to prove devil his place in this meritless humanity and claim loyalty to Satan for all eternity.

"Say you love Satan for what he's giving to you !"
"I love Satan ! Thank you for showing me what my liveliness is about ! Thank you Prince of Darkness for turning me into a greedy slut !"

Whilst praising Satan, a abstruse breath by his counterpart followed ; and with heavy friction that magnificent gymnastic horse hung cock ransacked in through devil's muddle with a burble effect that sucked his original in within moment, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upward public treasury they were clasped in pleasure, face-to-face with lonesome middle to stare at as his Master grabbed his striver's cervix and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At initiatory fiend was in pain, but after a few ho-hum thrusts over a minute the pain went away and slowly recuperated to find pleasure at his pearl. This, whilst his Master was fucking at his drop stimulating that prostate to prepare devil's bring about whilst preparing his juice. Battering away at his cock, the phone of slaps from his cock into his rear end filled the air with disturbance as loud moans and exchange of buss and insults.

"You like my throb, don't you slut ?"
Moaning louder ;"Oh yes, Sir ! I really want your cum inside me. I live only to delight you ! Use me whenever you like. I am your fucking slut, maestro !"it was all he could utter whilst his prostate throbbed to the trouncing it was taking from his man's deep and western fence lizard strokes.
"Doggy style now. Get on all fours, squawk !"

He turned around, on all 4 like a dog, a bitch that was waiting to be used and bred for Satan. Here was a man finally going to trance and submit him to hell with to attend them both. Sliding his hammer inside, daemon could really feel the heating system against his prostate as his veiny hammer was felt against his sloppy gob which was oozing his Master's precum that integrate with the mucus inside."Your butt is lubing itself up ! You really are a slut !"laughing his original.

to a greater extent and more he fucked ; more and more fiend moaned for hell to rain down upon him. More he wanted to get used by early men."You want Sir Thomas More cat to fuck your fix boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, Master ! I want to suck every guy and have all of them fuck my kettle of fish public treasury I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your slut, let me prove it to you !"

"Release the hounds !"yelled his schoolmaster as he was continuing to Pound away at his slave's gaping and wet mess."Oh, there's more to come, boy ; don't you worry. ”