“ Your new name is daemon. Wake up !"Was all he could take heed ; 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 unholy situation which was below reason ridden with candles and land with a sweaty fetor that hit Daemon hard and well. The fumes from the various essence defusers in this low-dimmed room were beginning to consume gist on daemon who up to now was called A. by his boring past.

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

The three men who napped him were in another room chilling whilst their turncock were getting sucked by three twinks who had shaved heads with piercings that adorned them all. The most peculiar though was that the biohazard symbol was tattooed around their trap. demon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands bound and escorted by a sentry go 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 in new memory board. It was utterly humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"aspect like you're trying to cringe. Good boy ! Let me help you with your helping hand there and learn you how to cower around this den."

The safeguard unbound Daemon's hands then went on all fours teaching him how to crawl. The allow for hired man protrudes first, then the rightfield leg follows ; the right paw next, and so the other leg. It was as uncomplicated as that, and devil picked up this skill quite well. Having the guard creep with him for a while he finally understood how to crawl. Indeed, it was secondly nature to the guard and soon a first base for Daemon.

With every front crawl he made, his marrow beat faster. An animal that crawled through the cold story ; an beast that dragged through the fumes that turned him so. He was ready to get together his headman. He was cook to serve up him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stair that struck iniquity with LE luminousness and more dread knowing his end of the world is nigh. There lay a hallway where Daemon was ordered to crawl all the way down, past the thick of dark 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 guard exited the hallway.

Alone was now Daemon who crawled slowly and cautiously. A rush of adrenaline struck him ; whether to deform back or stick with on : what dispute would it do ? Either way he was in trouble. There was neither justly nor left, neither silence nor noise 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 English of him which were inhabited by the corrupted men who broke the muteness by yelling at the hapless boy crawling past them. stripe prevented them from ravaging him ; only Word and juice can keep him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a gush of cum erupted from the iniquity and stab towards fiend. He tasted the cum as he crawled past the man who was now also barking at him imitating the sound of a bounder hungry to devour daemon for his pleasure. Already did demon wind up his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

More men were goading him, woofing away. The meretriciousness dimmed as the visible light before him grew. Thomas More the boy became less a human and more primeval. A rite of passage from this to the place he was born to hold out. He was at the room access - now he must knock.

Waiting at the threshold, the two eye holds above him opened. His eyes were piercing, a culture medium brown colouring material with both iris'holding the look-alike of a boy on his knees make to go in his Master's domain and serve him through life sentence and hell. The door opened with a stink of feet blowing through Daemon like naught he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boner 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 burden for devil to taste.

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

Wrong solvent ; his Master slapped him laborious like a bitch."You are Daemon ! And Daemon you shall stay. Your previous animation 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 crazy. Many of the people I know you've met are office of this cult. They contribute to the longevity of this domain and I am one of the gaffer 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 eyes at this amazing figure that the Master had noticed did hold him in awe of such a figure."That's Satan ; our Good Shepherd. He is also your Saviour and Lord who brought you here."demigod gulped and gazed upward at his proprietor who was standing forthright scrutinising the poor boy."You're funfair skinned given your heritage, with a smooth body. You'll do well to pleasure me. Now all you need is a wakening call to prompt you of whom you are and what your determination in life story is. The man pointed Daemon 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 entire right bulwark of the bed chamber was very much covered in material made worthy for slumber for such a perfect man. It was here demigod crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfort impossible to reject.

Meanwhile, demon's master opened a draftsman which contained mortar and pestis, bags of watch crystal, syringes and bird tubes amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the muteness grew lupus erythematosus between them ; Daemon was bidden to go prepare himself in the lag. Upon his return, his Master was ready."Are you frighten off, boy ?"“ I don't know ; I've never been in this sort of situation before. I wonder if I'm making the compensate choice about being here."“ What selection ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there's no pick in portion. We're all taught to believe that we have choice in living, but in truth choice is an filch concept that plays no secret plan with luck but only clip. 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."Daemon was afraid of needle and his heart was racing faster. His overlord joined his hard worker in bed with the mixture."It's good your nerve is beating fast. It makes it light to slam you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was time for his computation. It was soft to get a flash and start slamming him."Don't worry ; it's only meth."grinned his professional. As it was slowly entering his stock, now finished ; the tourniquet released. A gush of this chemical streamed to his nitty-gritty almost instantly. The time has come.

Whilst his sea captain was slamming himself, within second gear Daemon's eye widened. He went on his knee and coughed a few. His heading was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his tool ; an urge to thumb himself was nigh. His breathing was deeper ; his arm drew a bit of blood from which he tasted. He stared at his headmaster in awe, no mistake made that he was his slave to suffer.

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

With lightening speed, Daemon attached his mouth onto his master key's left nipple and sucked heavily."Lick my blood clean, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean of the origin. At once he returned to sucking his nipples, biting them gently and slowly."screwing bite them boy !"There was More to follow, he was just starting his new biography and adventure. devil was pushed back to lay in bed. The Master undid his lower garments and beheld before daemon his weapon system of mass death."Tonight, you will drop off your virginity again."

"Oh please, Sir ! That turncock is vast ! I need that in me !"
"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 lump a greedy and wet tongue glided up his Master's long gibe to the tip where his tongue thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and round as a orb. What was most odd though is that his cock had a prince Prince Albert, a thick one of that too as the metal adorned the dramatic view. At net Daemon swallowed his cock whole with greed as the closed-bead gang in cold ice glided down the heavy lip whose tongue waved through the shaft secreting spit to hold back his stopcock at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his master key, who recuperating from this extraordinary experience praised fiend for his excellent science on the thing, enticing him to go on by holding his headland in stead and envisaging his fount with spitting that slid down from os frontale to chin in ways that his eyes beheld only tears as his mouth continued the job in deepthroating his well thick cock in surplus of the mellisonant precum that seeped into him from within.

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

Bobbing up and down on his pecker, slurping his cock like one big noodle to visit a void so as to attach his cock ring to the terminal of his mouth with mouth attached all around at the base as his spit teased his balls below whilst his hands soothed his balls and pulsed for an ever glorious victor who claimed DoJ over fiend, arresting him of freedom and attesting him to pleasure in all ways primal that persuaded his great original finally to take on him down to the future spirit level in the last thick of action that would ransack both infernal region and ground in a crushing blow.

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

It didn't take long. fiend's hole was loose to begin with from the various fuck he's had ; and given he was slammed already his hole was looser and gaping for the final exam piece to defecate its way in : to show demigod his stead in this sorry world and claim loyalty to Satan for all eternity.

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

Whilst praising Satan, a trench breath by his counterpart followed ; and with intemperate rubbing that brilliant horse hung cock ransacked in through daemon's hole with a bubble effect that sucked his maestro in within s, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upwards money box they were clasped in joy, face-to-face with solitary eyes to stare at as his passe-partout grabbed his slave's cervix and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At first demon was in pain, but after a few slow push over a minute the painful sensation went away and slowly recuperated to ascertain pleasure at his bone. This, whilst his captain was fucking at his pearl stimulating that prostate to ready Daemon's produce whilst preparing his juice. Battering away at his cock, the sound of smack from his cock into his arse filled the air with noise as loud moans and commutation of osculation and insults.

"You like my pounding, don't you slut ?"
Moaning louder ;"Oh yes, Sir ! I really need your cum inside me. I live only to delight you ! Use me whenever you like. I am your nooky slut, victor !"it was all he could utter whilst his prostate throbbed to the beating it was taking from his man's deep and western fence lizard strokes.
"bow-wow style now. Get on all quatern, bitch !"

He turned around, on all tetrad like a dog, a bitch that was waiting to be used and bred for Satan. Here was a man finally going to trance and take him to hell with to serve them both. Sliding his cock inside, daemon could really feel the heat against his prostate as his veiny shaft was felt against his sloppy hole which was oozing his maestro's precum that mixed with the mucous secretion inside."Your buns is lubing itself up ! You really are a slut !"laughing his Master.

More and more he fucked ; more and more Daemon moaned for Hades to rain upon him. More he wanted to get used by other men."You want More guy wire to fuck your trap boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, Master ! I want to suck every guy and have all of them fuck my muddle money box I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your slut, let me prove it to you !"

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