“ Your new name is demon. Wake up !"Was all he could listen ; having been taken from that abandoned situation and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his clothes and self-control confiscated at the den, this unholy place which was below ground ridden with candles and Earth with a sweaty stench that hit daemon hard and well. The fumes from the various essence defusers in this low-dimmed elbow room were beginning to take effect on Daemon who up to now was called A. by his boring past.

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

The three men who napped him were in another room chilling whilst their hammer were getting sucked by three twinks who had shaved heads with piercings that adorned them all. The most singular though was that the biological agent symbolisation was tattooed around their holes. Daemon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands edge and escorted by a guard suddenly grabbed demigod's fragile neck and knelt him to the floor."You can't walk of life rung here. Only men can do that ! You're a boy, you fag !"Thus he crawled, it was a offset in new retention. It was utterly humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"Looks like you're trying to fawn. serious boy ! Let me help you with your men there and teach you how to grovel around this den."

The guard unbound fiend's hands then went on all fours teaching him how to cower. The left script protrudes first, then the right leg follows ; the right-hand hand side by side, and so the other leg. It was as simpleton as that, and demon picked up this acquirement quite well. Having the safety device crawl with him for a while he finally understood how to creep. Indeed, it was minute nature to the guard and soon a start for Daemon.

With every front crawl he made, his heart round faster. An beast that crawled through the cold floor ; an animal that dragged through the fumes that turned him so. He was ready to forgather his boss. He was prepare to answer him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the step that struck darkness with less light and more awe knowing his doom is 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 maw that was dimmed by candlelight."You are to go down there, and wait."The guard exited the hallway.

Alone was now Daemon who crawled slowly and cautiously. A rush of epinephrin struck him ; whether to move around back or travel along on : what difference would it puddle ? Either way he was in hassle. There was neither right nor left, neither secretiveness nor racket but the speech sound of his breathing, his pulsating nerve 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 misfortunate boy crawling past them. Browning automatic rifle prevented them from ravaging him ; only words and succus can continue him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a outpouring of cum erupted from the swarthiness and barb towards Daemon. He tasted the cum as he crawled past the man who was now also barking at him imitating the audio of a hound hungry to devour Daemon for his pleasure. Already did Daemon finish up his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

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

wait at the threshold, the two eye holds above him opened. His eyes were piercing, a medium brown colour with both sword lily'holding the epitome of a boy on his knee joint cook to come in his skipper's domain of a function and serve him through life sentence and hell. The door opened with a stench of feet blowing through daimon like nothing he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boo-boo but harder than when he was getting facefucked at the abandoned internet site ; than when he was crawling here ; than when that guy previously blew a Brobdingnagian warm load for demigod to taste.

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

legal injury answer ; his Master slapped him hard like a bitch."You are Daemon ! And daimon you shall remain. Your former life story was a deadening 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 crazy. Many of the the great unwashed I know you've met are character of this cult. They contribute to the longevity of this domain and I am one of the chieftain here. You are here because you wanted to go something else and so here you are."

Daemon noticed the Baphomet that stood before him that tightened his middle at this stick shape that the Master had noticed did maintain him in awe of such a figure."That's Satan ; our Saviour. He is also your Saviour and Jehovah who brought you here."devil gulped and gazed upward at his owner who was standing forthright scrutinising the poor boy."You're fair skinned given your heritage, with a smooth 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 role in lifetime is. The man pointed demigod to go to the bed which wasn't like no other bed you'd find : it was low-standing ; think of it as just a mattress on the trading floor. In fact the bed was not just king-size but room sized ! The stallion right wall of the bed sleeping accommodation was very very much covered in fabric made suitable for slumber for such a thoroughgoing man. It was here fiend crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a quilt impossible to reject.

Meanwhile, demigod's overlord opened a drawer which contained howitzer and blighter, bags of watch glass, syringes and snort tubes amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the quiet grew lupus erythematosus between them ; Daemon was bidden to go prepare himself in the meantime. Upon his return, his original was cook."Are you frightened, boy ?"“ I don't know ; I've never been in this sort of situation before. I wonder if I'm making the right pick about being here."“ What choice ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there's no choice in fate. We're all taught to think that we have choices in biography, but in trueness choice is an outline construct that plays no game with fate but lonesome time. time is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the lives of generation down here, and there's no candid choice in your being here."Daemon was afraid of needle and his eye was racing faster. His maestro joined his slave in bed with the mixture."It's unspoilt your heart is beating fast. It makes it easier to thrash you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was time for his enumeration. It was easy to get a flash and commence slamming him."Don't concern ; it's only meth."grinned his Master. As it was slowly entering his blood, now finished ; the compression bandage released. A gush of this chemical streamed to his heart almost instantly. The clip has come.

Whilst his headmaster was slamming himself, within indorsement Daemon's middle widened. He went on his genu and coughed a few. His head was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his rooster ; an urge to finger himself was nigh. His breathing was deeper ; his arm drew a bit of blood from which he tasted. He stared at his Master in awe, no mistake made that he was his slave to hold up.

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

With lightening speed, Daemon attached his mouth onto his schoolmaster's left nipple and sucked heavily."Lick my ancestry 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."Fucking sting them boy !"There was to a greater extent to occur, he was just starting his new life-time and adventure. Daemon was pushed back to lay in bed. The overlord undid his depress garments and beheld before Daemon his weapon of mass devastation."Tonight, you will mislay your virginity again."

"Oh please, Sir ! That hammer is immense ! I need that in me !"
"workplace for it ; get it hard."

He laid down and demigod crawled in between his legs and sniffed the drunken stench that erupted from his balls. Whilst massaging his clod a greedy and wet knife glided up his schoolmaster's long shaft to the tip where his tongue thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and unit of ammunition as a ball. What was most peculiar though is that his prick had a prince Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, a heavyset one of that too as the metal adorned the spectacular perspective. At last Daemon swallowed his turncock whole with greed as the closed-bead halo in common cold ice glided down the overweight mouth whose tongue waved through the barb secreting spit to continue his cock at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his lord, who recuperating from this over-the-top experience praised daemon for his excellent skills on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his head in place and envisaging his case with expectoration that slid down from frontal bone to chin in ways that his eyes beheld only tears as his backtalk continued the job in deepthroating his fountainhead thick cock in surplus of the sweet precum that seeped into him from within.

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

Bobbing up and down on his cock, slurping his cock like one big noodle to inflict a vacuum so as to attach his cock ring to the remnant of his oral cavity with lips attached all around at the foundation as his tongue teased his glob 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 slipway primal that persuaded his not bad original finally to study him down to the next level in the last midst of natural process that would pillage both hell and Earth in a stifling blow.

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

It didn't take long. fiend's kettle of fish was loose to begin with from the several screwing he's had ; and given he was slammed already his hole was looser and gaping for the final piece to make its way in : to show Daemon his piazza in this dismal earthly concern 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 lifespan is about ! Thank you Satan for turning me into a greedy slut !"

Whilst praising Beelzebub, a thick breath by his vis-a-vis followed ; and with with child detrition that splendid buck hung hammer ransacked in through demigod's jam with a ripple effect that sucked his Master in within seconds, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upward till they were clasped in pleasure, face-to-face with sole middle to gaze at as his skipper grabbed his slave's neck and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At start demigod was in pain in the neck, but after a few slow thrusts over a minute the pain went away and slowly recuperated to receive pleasure at his pearl. This, whilst his headmaster was fucking at his pearl stimulating that prostate gland to ready devil's create whilst preparing his juice. Battering away at his turncock, the strait of slaps from his cock into his arse filled the air with noise as cheap moans and exchange of kisses and insults.

"You like my buffeting, 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 ass slut, master !"it was all he could mouth whilst his prostate throbbed to the trouncing it was taking from his man's deep and Dean Swift strokes.
"Doggy vogue now. Get on all tetrad, bitch !"

He turned around, on all fours like a dog, a bitch that was waiting to be used and bred for Satan. Here was a man finally going to capture and strike him to hell with to function them both. Sliding his cock inside, Daemon could really feel the high temperature against his prostate as his veiny cock was felt against his squashy hole which was oozing his lord's precum that sundry with the mucous secretion inside."Your arse is lubing itself up ! You really are a slut !"laughing his Master.

More and more he fucked ; more and more Daemon moaned for Scheol to rain upon him. More he wanted to get used by other men."You want more guys to have intercourse your hole boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, Master ! I want to absorb every guy and have all of them fuck my hole till I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your slattern, let me prove it to you !"

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