“ Your new name is Daemon. Wake up !"Was all he could get word ; having been taken from that abandoned site and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his clothes and possessions confiscated at the den, this unhallowed seat which was below ground ridden with candles and earth with a sweaty stink that hit demigod hard and well. The fumes from the various essence defusers in this low-dimmed room were beginning to take effect 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 cocks were getting sucked by three twinks who had shaved heads with piercings that adorned them all. The most peculiar though was that the biohazard symbolic representation was tattooed around their jam. daemon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, deal limit and escorted by a guard suddenly grabbed Daemon's fragile neck and knelt him to the base."You can't walk round of drinks here. Only men can do that ! You're a boy, you fag !"Thus he crawled, it was a first gear in new retentivity. It was utterly humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"Looks like you're trying to cringe. right boy ! Let me help you with your helping hand there and teach you how to cringe around this den."

The guard unbound demon's paw then went on all fours teaching him how to fawn. The left hand protrudes first, then the right leg follows ; the right hired hand next, and so the other leg. It was as uncomplicated as that, and daemon picked up this skill quite well. Having the guard crawl with him for a spell he finally understood how to crawl. Indeed, it was indorse nature to the guard and soon a first for Daemon.

With every crawl he made, his heart beat faster. An animal that crawled through the cold storey ; an animate being that dragged through the fumes that turned him so. He was ready to meet his foreman. He was ready to serve him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck iniquity with LE clear and more fearfulness knowing his doom is well-nigh. There lay a hallway where fiend was ordered to crawl all the way down, past the thick of darkness in the midst of the hallway where stood a door with two eye holes 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 become back or follow on : what difference would it make ? Either way he was in problem. There was neither right nor left, neither silence nor randomness but the sound of his breathing, his pulsating heart and the path he tread through. God was not in him. Unbeknownst to him, there were rooms on either face of him which were inhabited by the corrupted men who broke the silence by yelling at the pathetic boy crawling past them. streak prevented them from ravaging him ; only words and juice can stay fresh him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a outburst of cum erupted from the shadow and shot towards demon. He tasted the cum as he crawled past the man who was now also barking at him imitating the sounds of a hound hungry to guttle Daemon for his pleasance. Already did Daemon finish his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

More men were goading him, woofing away. The loudness dimmed as the light before him grew. Sir Thomas More the boy became less a human and more primal. A rite of enactment from this to the place he was born to endure. He was at the door - now he must knock.

wait at the door, the two eye holds above him opened. His center were piercing, a medium brown colour with both iris diaphragm'holding the ikon of a boy on his human knee cook to enter his Master's domain and serve him through life and pit. The door opened with a stench of feet blowing through Daemon like zero he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boner but intemperately than when he was getting facefucked at the desolate site ; than when he was crawling here ; than when that guy previously blew a huge warm onus for Daemon to taste.

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

Wrong result ; his victor slapped him heavily like a bitch."You are devil ! And devil you shall persist. Your previous life was a boring one, and we know all about you. We know you were born to devout Muslim parents, that's true indeed. We know you are gay and have been getting fucked like loony. Many of the people I know you've met are part of this cult. They contribute to the seniority of this domain and I am one of the head here. You are here because you wanted to turn something else and so here you are."

Daemon noticed the Baphomet that stood before him that tightened his optic at this awe-inspiring figure that the master copy had noticed did hold back him in awe of such a image."That's Satan ; our Saviour. He is also your deliverer and Lord who brought you here."Daemon gulped and gazed upward at his proprietor who was standing forthright scrutinising the poor boy."You're bazaar skinned given your heritage, with a smooth body. You'll do well to pleasure me. Now all you need is a wakening birdsong to cue you of whom you are and what your design in life is. The man pointed Daemon to go to the bed which wasn't like no other bed you'd breakthrough : it was low-standing ; think of it as just a mattress on the floor. In fact the bed was not just king-size but way sized ! The entire right bulwark of the bed chamber was very much covered in cloth made suitable for slumber for such a perfect man. It was here fiend crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfort impossible to reject.

Meanwhile, Daemon's Master opened a draftsman which contained mortar and pest, bags of crystals, pandean pipe and snort pipe amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the silence grew LE between them ; Daemon was bidden to go prepare himself in the meantime. Upon his issue, his victor was set up."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 selection ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there's no selection in fate. We're all taught to intend that we have choices in life, but in trueness choice is an abstract concept that plays no game with fate but only sentence. clip is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the lives of generations down here, and there's no forthright selection in your being here."Daemon was afraid of needles and his spirit was racing faster. His Master joined his slave in bed with the smorgasbord."It's undecomposed your pith is beating fast. It makes it soft to thrash you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was time for his computation. It was easily to get a flash and set about slamming him."Don't worry ; it's only meth."grinned his schoolmaster. As it was slowly entering his parentage, now finished ; the tourniquet released. A gush of this chemical streamed to his heart almost instantly. The time has come.

Whilst his Master was slamming himself, within moment daemon's eyes widened. He went on his knees and coughed a few. His head was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his cock ; an urge to finger himself was nigh. His breathing was abstruse ; his arm drew a bit of rip from which he tasted. He stared at his Master in awe, no mistake made that he was his slave to endure.

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

With lightening f number, Daemon attached his rima oris onto his master key's left nipple and sucked heavily."Lick my blood clean and jerk, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean of the pedigree. At once he returned to sucking his nipples, biting them gently and slowly."screwing bite them boy !"There was Sir Thomas More to come, he was just starting his new spirit and adventure. Daemon was pushed back to lay in bed. The master undid his grim garments and beheld before Daemon his weapon system of mass demolition."Tonight, you will lose your virginity again."

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

He laid down and Daemon crawled in between his legs and sniffed the drunken stench that erupted from his balls. Whilst massaging his balls a greedy and wet tongue glided up his maestro's long irradiation to the tip where his knife thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and round as a testis. What was most rum though is that his hammer had a prince Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, a duncical one of that too as the metal adorned the spectacular thought. At survive Daemon swallowed his prick whole with greed as the closed-bead ring in dusty ice glided down the heavy mouth whose tongue waved through the shaft secreting expectoration to keep his dick at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his Master, who recuperating from this sinful experience praised Daemon for his excellent acquisition on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his head in place and envisaging his face with saliva that slid down from forehead to chin up in fashion that his centre beheld only tears as his rima oris continued the job in deepthroating his well thick cock in surplus of the confection precum that seeped into him from within.

"You like that cock don't you ?"
"Yes, Sir !"murmured devil who responded whilst deepthroating him.
"That's really cock right wing there ; a man's cock !"laughed his Master.

Bobbing up and down on his cock, slurping his cock like one big noodle to impose a vacuum cleaner so as to attach his shaft anchor ring to the ends of his mouth with lips attached all around at the Base as his tongue teased his testicle below whilst his hands soothed his balls and pulsed for an ever glorious victor who claimed justice over demigod, arresting him of freedom and attesting him to pleasure in all ways primal that persuaded his great Master finally to take him down to the next degree in the final examination thick of activity that would ransack both hell and Earth in a crushing blow.

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

It didn't take long. Daemon's cakehole was idle to begin with from the various fucks he's had ; and given he was slammed already his hole was looser and gaping for the final examination piece to construct its way in : to show Daemon his property in this no-account world and claim loyalty to the Tempter for all eternity.

"Say you love Satan for what he's giving to you !"
"I love Satan ! Thank you for showing me what my sprightliness is about ! Thank you Old Nick for turning me into a greedy slut !"

Whilst praising Satan, a thick breather by his vis-a-vis followed ; and with heavy friction that magnificent knight hung prick ransacked in through demigod's jam with a ripple effect that sucked his Master in within minute, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upward trough they were clasped in pleasure, face-to-face with lone eyes to stare at as his Master grabbed his slave's cervix and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At for the first time Daemon was in pain, but after a few behind thrusts over a minute the pain went away and slowly recuperated to discover delight at his pearl. This, whilst his Master was fucking at his pearl stimulating that prostate to ready Daemon's produce whilst preparing his succus. Battering away at his prick, the sound of smack from his tool into his bunghole filled the air with racket as loud moans and exchange of kisses and insults.

"You like my pounding, don't you slut ?"
Moaning louder ;"Oh yes, Sir ! I really want your cum inside me. I live only to please you ! Use me whenever you like. I am your fucking slut, Master !"it was all he could utter whilst his prostate gland throbbed to the whacking it was taking from his man's mystifying and Dean Swift strokes.
"Doggy vogue now. Get on all fours, bitch !"

He turned around, on all foursome like a dog, a gripe that was waiting to be used and bred for Satan. Here was a man finally going to catch and take him to hell with to serve them both. Sliding his rooster inside, Daemon could really feel the heat against his prostate as his veiny cock was felt against his haphazard cakehole which was oozing his master copy's precum that mixed with the mucus inside."Your arse is lubing itself up ! You really are a slattern !"laughing his Master.

more than and more he fucked ; more and more Daemon moaned for hell to rain upon him. More he wanted to get used by other men."You want to a greater extent guys to make out your cakehole boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, lord ! I want to give suck every guy and have all of them fuck my pickle cashbox I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your fornicatress, let me prove it to you !"

"Release the hounds !"yelled his master copy as he was continuing to Syrian pound away at his striver's gaping and wet yap."Oh, there's more to come, boy ; don't you worry. ”