“ Your new figure is Daemon. waken up !"Was all he could hear ; having been taken from that abandoned internet site and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his clothes and monomania confiscated at the den, this diabolical position which was below background ridden with candela and earth with a sweaty stench that hit Daemon hard and well. The fumes from the versatile essence defusers in this low-dimmed room were beginning to pack event on daemon who up to now was called A. by his boring past.

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

The three men who napped him were in another elbow room chilling whilst their cocks were getting sucked by three twinks who had shaved point with piercings that adorned them all. The most singular though was that the biohazard symbol was tattooed around their yap. Daemon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands limit and escorted by a guard suddenly grabbed Daemon's fragile neck and knelt him to the storey."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. It was absolutely humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

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

The guard unbound Daemon's custody then went on all fours teaching him how to crawl. The odd helping hand protrudes first, then the right leg follows ; the right handwriting next, and so the other leg. It was as unproblematic as that, and Daemon picked up this skill quite well. Having the safety device creep with him for a while he finally understood how to crawl. Indeed, it was second nature to the guard and soon a 1st for Daemon.

With every crawl he made, his heart beat faster. An animal that crawled through the cold floor ; an animal that dragged through the exhaust fumes that turned him so. He was fix to receive his chief. He was make to serve him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck darkness with less light and more awe knowing his doom is well-nigh. There lay a hall where daimon was ordered to crawl all the way down, past the thick of iniquity in the thick of the hallway where stood a room access with two eye holes that was dimmed by candle flame."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 wrick back or follow on : what difference would it micturate ? Either way he was in problem. There was neither right hand nor left, neither silence nor noise but the sound of his breathing, his pulsating essence and the path he tread through. God was not in him. Unbeknownst to him, there were rooms on either side of meat of him which were inhabited by the corrupted men who broke the quiet by yelling at the poor boy crawling past them. bars prevented them from ravaging him ; only Holy Writ and juice can save him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a ebullition of cum erupted from the darkness and barb towards Daemon. He tasted the cum as he crawled past the man who was now also barking at him imitating the strait of a hound hungry to raven Daemon for his pleasure. Already did daemon wind up his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

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

Waiting at the doorway, the two eye holds above him opened. His eyes were piercing, a medium brown colour with both sword lily'holding the image of a boy on his knee joint ready to infix his superior's domain and serve him through life-time and hell. The door opened with a stench of infantry blowing through Daemon like nothing he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another fuckup 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 huge warm incumbrance for demigod to taste.

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

Wrong answer ; his master slapped him hard like a gripe."You are demigod ! And Daemon you shall remain. Your previous life was a tedious 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 looney. Many of the multitude I know you've met are part of this cultus. They contribute to the longevity of this domain and I am one of the headman here. You are here because you wanted to become something else and so here you are."

devil noticed the Baphomet that stood before him that tightened his eyes at this amazing bod that the Master had noticed did maintain him in awe of such a anatomy."That's Satan ; our Saviour. He is also your deliverer and Lord who brought you here."daemon gulped and gazed upward at his possessor who was standing forthright scrutinising the hapless boy."You're fair skinned given your heritage, with a fluent body. You'll do well to pleasure me. Now all you need is a wakening shout to remind you of whom you are and what your purpose in life 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 trading floor. In fact the bed was not just king-size but room sized ! The entire right wall of the bed bedchamber was very much covered in material made suitable for slumber for such a staring man. It was here fiend crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfort unacceptable to reject.

Meanwhile, daemon's master copy opened a drawer which contained mortar and pestilence, bag of crystal, syrinx and snort tubes amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the silence grew LE between them ; Daemon was bidden to go groom himself in the meantime. Upon his return, his Master was ready."Are you scared, boy ?"“ I don't know ; I've never been in this form of situation before. I wonder if I'm making the right field choice about being here."“ What alternative ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there's no choice in fate. We're all taught to cerebrate that we have choices in liveliness, but in Sojourner Truth choice is an swipe concept that plays no game with fate but only when time. meter is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the lives of genesis down here, and there's no candid pick in your being here."Daemon was afraid of phonograph needle and his affectionateness was racing faster. His original joined his slave in bed with the mixture."It's good your heart is beating fast. It makes it prosperous to mosh you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the compression bandage ; it was time for his reckoning. It was wanton to get a flash and begin slamming him."Don't concern ; it's only meth."grinned his captain. As it was slowly entering his rake, now finished ; the tourniquet released. A ebullition of this chemical substance streamed to his middle almost instantly. The meter has come.

Whilst his Master was slamming himself, within moment Daemon's eyes widened. He went on his knees and coughed a few. His top dog was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his cock ; an urge to finger himself was nigh. His respiration was deeper ; his arm drew a bit of ancestry from which he tasted. He stared at his Master in awe, no fault made that he was his slave to live.

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

With lightening speed, daimon attached his sassing onto his passkey's left tit and sucked heavily."biff my ancestry clean and jerk, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean of the blood. At once he returned to sucking his mamilla, biting them gently and slowly."shag burn them boy !"There was to a greater extent to come, he was just starting his new life and adventure. devil was pushed back to lay in bed. The Master undid his low-spirited garments and beheld before fiend his weapon of mass destruction."Tonight, you will lose your virginity again."

"Oh please, Sir ! That dick is immense ! I need that in me !"
"piece 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 ball. Whilst massaging his balls a greedy and wet tongue glided up his Master's long shaft to the tip where his tongue thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and round as a Ball. What was most rummy though is that his cock had a prince albert, a thick one of that too as the metallic element adorned the prominent view. At last Daemon swallowed his cock whole with avaritia as the closed-bead tintinnabulation in inhuman ice glided down the sarcoid oral fissure whose tongue waved through the light beam secreting spit to keep his cock at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his captain, who recuperating from this sinful experience praised demon for his excellent skills on the topic, enticing him to go on by holding his head word in situation and envisaging his face with spitting that slid down from forehead to chin in ways that his eyes beheld only tears as his sassing continued the job in deepthroating his fountainhead midst hammer 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 there ; a man's putz !"laughed his Master.

Bobbing up and down on his cock, slurping his peter like one big bean to enforce a void so as to attach his rooster ring to the ends of his mouth with lips attached all around at the root word as his tongue teased his balls below whilst his manpower soothed his balls and pulsed for an ever brilliant victor who claimed justice over fiend, arresting him of exemption and attesting him to pleasure in all mode primal that persuaded his keen Master finally to take him down to the next level in the last thick of action that would ransack both hell and world in a crushing blow.

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

It didn't take long. Daemon's mess was light to begin with from the respective piece of ass he's had ; and given he was slammed already his hole was looser and gaping for the concluding piece to wee its way in : to render daimon his piazza in this pitiful human beings and claim loyalty to Devil 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 Prince of Darkness for turning me into a greedy slut !"

Whilst praising the Tempter, a thick intimation by his counterpart followed ; and with heavy detrition that magnificent horse hung cock ransacked in through Daemon's hole with a ripple force that sucked his Master in within seconds, all the way in ; past the end-zone and up trough they were clasped in pleasure, face-to-face with solitary eye to stare at as his Master grabbed his hard worker's neck and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At first Daemon was in bother, but after a few slowly thrusting over a instant the pain went away and slowly recuperated to find pleasance at his pearl. This, whilst his superior was fucking at his off-white stimulating that prostate to ready demigod's give rise whilst preparing his succus. Battering away at his rooster, the sound of slap from his cock into his arse filled the air with noise as gaudy groan and central of candy kiss 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 shtup fornicatress, passe-partout !"it was all he could give tongue to whilst his prostate throbbed to the beating it was taking from his man's deep and swift strokes.
"Doggy panache now. Get on all quaternion, bitch !"

He turned around, on all fours like a dog, a kick that was waiting to be used and bred for Old Nick. Here was a man finally going to becharm and take him to hell with to serve up them both. Sliding his cock inside, Daemon could really find the heat energy against his prostate as his veiny putz was felt against his swampy hole which was oozing his schoolmaster's precum that unify with the mucous secretion inside."Your tush is lubing itself up ! You really are a slut !"laughing his Master.

to a greater extent and more he fucked ; more and more demigod moaned for sin to rain upon him. More he wanted to get used by other men."You want more than hombre to have a go at it your golf hole boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, Master ! I want to soak up every guy and have all of them fuck my fix till I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your adulteress, let me try it to you !"

"dismissal the hound dog !"yelled his maestro as he was continuing to pound sign away at his hard worker's gaping and wet hole."Oh, there's more to total, boy ; don't you worry. ”