“ Your new name is demigod. Wake up !"Was all he could hear ; having been taken from that abandoned situation and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his clothes and possessions confiscated at the den, this infernal topographic point which was below soil ridden with candela and solid ground with a sweaty mephitis that hit demon hard and well. The exhaust from the various essence defusers in this low-dimmed room were beginning to take upshot on demigod who up to now was called A. by his boring past.

"Follow us. Our chief wants to play 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 rummy though was that the biological agent symbols was tattooed around their holes. Daemon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands bound and escorted by a sentry duty suddenly grabbed Daemon's fragile cervix and knelt him to the floor."You can't pass rhythm here. Only men can do that ! You're a boy, you fag !"Thus he crawled, it was a first base in new memory. It was dead humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"flavour like you're trying to crawl. commodity boy ! Let me avail you with your hands there and instruct you how to cringe around this den."

The safeguard unbound demon's hands then went on all four teaching him how to crawl. The leftfield paw protrudes first, then the rectify leg follows ; the right mitt succeeding, and so the former leg. It was as simple as that, and Daemon picked up this skill quite well. Having the safeguard crawl with him for a while he finally understood how to cower. Indeed, it was second nature to the guard and soon a first for Daemon.

With every crawl he made, his affectionateness metre faster. An animate being that crawled through the inhuman storey ; an animal that dragged through the fumes that turned him so. He was prepare to adjoin his tribal chief. He was ready to assist him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck duskiness with less easy and more fear knowing his doom is well-nigh. There lay a hallway where Daemon was ordered to cower 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 sentry duty exited the hallway.

Alone was now Daemon who crawled slowly and cautiously. A rush of adrenaline struck him ; whether to turn back or follow on : what difference would it lay down ? Either way he was in trouble. There was neither ripe nor leave alone, neither silence nor interference but the strait of his breathing, his pulsating heart and the path he tread through. God was not in him. Unbeknownst to him, there were room on either face of him which were inhabited by the corrupted men who broke the quiet by yelling at the short boy crawling past them. Bars prevented them from ravaging him ; only dustup and juice can keep him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a outburst of cum erupted from the darkness and shot towards Daemon. 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 devour Daemon for his pleasure. Already did devil eat up his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

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

waiting at the door, the two eye holds above him opened. His eyes were piercing, a medium brown colour with both fleur-de-lis'holding the image of a boy on his knees ready to enter his Master's domain and serve him through biography and underworld. The room access opened with a stench of foot blowing through daemon like cipher he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boo-boo but toilsome 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 warhead for Daemon to taste.

"Come in, boy."his master smirked."What's your public figure ?"
"I'm A., Sir."

Wrong answer ; his Master slapped him hard like a beef."You are Daemon ! And demigod you shall remain. Your previous life story was a boring one, and we know all about you. We know you were born to devout Moslem parents, that's true indeed. We know you are gay and have been getting fucked like crazy. Many of the people I know you've met are persona of this cult. They contribute to the longevity of this domain of a function and I am one of the foreman here. You are here because you wanted to suit something else and so here you are."

Daemon noticed the Baphomet that stood before him that tightened his eyes at this amazing flesh that the headmaster had noticed did keep him in awe of such a figure."That's Satan ; our savior. He is also your Saviour and nobleman who brought you here."Daemon gulped and gazed upward at his owner who was standing forthright scrutinising the misfortunate boy."You're fair skinned given your heritage, 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 determination in life is. The man pointed daemon to go to the bed which wasn't like no former bed you'd find : 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 entire right rampart of the bed chamber was very much covered in fabric made suitable for slumber for such a stark man. It was here daimon crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfort impossible to reject.

Meanwhile, Daemon's Master opened a draftsman which contained howitzer and pest, bags of watch crystal, syringes and hoot electron tube amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the silence grew less between them ; fiend was bidden to go prepare himself in the meantime. Upon his reappearance, his master was set up."Are you frighten away, boy ?"“ I don't know ; I've never been in this variety of place before. I wonder if I'm making the powerful choice about being here."“ What choice ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there's no choice in luck. We're all taught to consider that we have choices in liveliness, but in truth choice is an abstract conception that plays no plot with fate but just fourth dimension. metre is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the lives of generations down here, and there's no candid choice in your being here."Daemon was afraid of needle and his gist was racing faster. His master joined his hard worker in bed with the miscellany."It's just your gist is beating fast. It makes it easier to slam you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was time for his count. It was easygoing to get a flash and get down slamming him."Don't worry ; it's only meth."grinned his Master. As it was slowly entering his stock, 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 mo Daemon's optic widened. He went on his knees and coughed a few. His headland was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his putz ; an impulse to thumb himself was nigh. His breathing was deeper ; his arm drew a bit of blood from which he tasted. He stared at his superior in awe, no fault made that he was his slave to bear.

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

With lightening speed, devil attached his sass onto his Master's left nipple and sucked heavily."Lick my rake clean, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean of the blood. At once he returned to sucking his mamilla, biting them gently and slowly."Fucking burn them boy !"There was more to issue forth, he was just starting his new life and adventure. demon was pushed back to lay in bed. The schoolmaster undid his grim garments and beheld before demigod his artillery of good deal devastation."Tonight, you will lose your virginity again."

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

He laid down and demigod crawled in between his ramification and sniffed the drunken stench that erupted from his nut. Whilst massaging his glob a greedy and wet tongue glided up his Master's long shaft to the tip where his clapper thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and rhythm as a Ball. What was most peculiar though is that his pecker had a prince albert, a thickly one of that too as the alloy adorned the striking view. At last Daemon swallowed his peter unit with avarice as the closed-bead hoop in dusty ice glided down the heavy back talk whose glossa waved through the diaphysis secreting spit to keep his putz at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his superior, who recuperating from this extraordinary experience praised demigod for his excellent skills on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his head in space and envisaging his look with spittle that slid down from forehead to chin in elbow room that his eyes beheld only tears as his mouth continued the job in deepthroating his well midst cock in surplus of the sweet precum that seeped into him from within.

"You like that rooster don't you ?"
"Yes, Sir !"murmured demon who responded whilst deepthroating him.
"That's real hammer right 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 vacuity so as to confiscate his cock gang to the ends of his mouth with sassing attached all around at the root as his lingua teased his formal below whilst his paw soothed his chunk and pulsed for an ever brilliant master who claimed Justice Department over Daemon, arresting him of freedom and attesting him to pleasure in all ways primal that persuaded his keen master key finally to take him down to the next level in the final thick of action that would reave both nether region and solid ground in a suppression blow.

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

It didn't take long. Daemon's hole was light to start with from the assorted nooky he's had ; and given he was slammed already his hole was looser and gaping for the last piece of music to induce its way in : to evince Daemon his place in this sorry world and call loyalty to Prince of Darkness for all eternity.

"Say you love Satan for what he's giving to you !"
"I love Satan ! Thank you for showing me what my life is about ! Thank you the Tempter for turning me into a greedy adulteress !"

Whilst praising Satan, a deep hint by his counterpart followed ; and with heavy friction that splendid horse hung cock ransacked in through demigod's hole with a ripple event that sucked his Master in within sec, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upward till they were clasped in delight, face-to-face with only optic to stare at as his passe-partout grabbed his slave's neck and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At first Daemon was in hurting, but after a few slow thrusts over a minute the pain went away and slowly recuperated to obtain pleasure at his ivory. This, whilst his Master was fucking at his pearl stimulating that prostate gland to ready daemon's produce whilst preparing his juice. Battering away at his turncock, the sound of smack from his cock into his arse filled the air with stochasticity as gimcrack moans and rally of kiss and insults.

"You like my throb, don't you slut ?"
Moaning louder ;"Oh yes, Sir ! I really desire your cum inside me. I live only to please you ! Use me whenever you like. I am your fuck slut, Master !"it was all he could speak whilst his prostate throbbed to the beating it was taking from his man's deep and fleet strokes.
"Doggy style now. Get on all fours, bitch !"

He turned around, on all quaternary like a dog, a bitch that was waiting to be used and bred for Satan. Here was a man finally going to get and ingest him to hell with to service them both. Sliding his peter inside, fiend could really feel the heat against his prostate as his veiny cock was felt against his sloppy hole which was oozing his master key's precum that integrate with the mucus inside."Your arse is lubing itself up ! You really are a strumpet !"laughing his Master.

to a greater extent and more he fucked ; Sir Thomas More and more Daemon moaned for netherworld to rain upon him. More he wanted to get used by other men."You want more guys to have sex your mess boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, Master ! I want to suck every guy and have all of them fuck my hole till I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your jade, let me testify it to you !"

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