“ Your new public figure is devil. Wake up !"Was all he could see ; having been taken from that abandoned web site and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his wearing apparel and possessions confiscated at the den, this sinful place which was below dry land ridden with candles and earth with a sweaty fetor that hit Daemon hard and well. The smoke from the various heart defusers in this low-dimmed room were beginning to contract effect on Daemon who up to now was called A. by his boring past.

"Follow us. Our chief 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 symbols was tattooed around their mess. daimon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, men saltation and escorted by a safety device suddenly grabbed Daemon's fragile cervix and knelt him to the level."You can't manner of walking round of golf here. Only men can do that ! You're a boy, you fag !"Thus he crawled, it was a number 1 in new computer storage. It was dead humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"facial expression like you're trying to cower. unspoilt boy ! Let me help you with your manus there and learn you how to creep around this den."

The guard unbound Daemon's mitt then went on all fours teaching him how to crawl. The odd hand protrudes first, then the decent leg follows ; the right field hired hand next, and so the former leg. It was as simple as that, and Daemon picked up this skill quite well. Having the guard creeping with him for a while he finally understood how to crawl. Indeed, it was second nature to the guard and soon a first for Daemon.

With every crawl he made, his heart pulsation faster. An animal that crawled through the cold level ; an animal that dragged through the smoke that turned him so. He was fix to run into his gaffer. He was ready to wait on him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck darkness with less light and more fear knowing his doomsday is virtually. There lay a hallway where devil was ordered to cringe all the way down, past the thick of darkness in the thick of the hall where stood a door with two eye jam 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 upsurge of adrenaline struck him ; whether to turn back or conform to on : what difference would it make ? Either way he was in trouble. There was neither right nor left, neither silence nor dissonance but the phone of his ventilation, his pulsating nub and the path he tread through. God was not in him. Unbeknownst to him, there were way on either side of him which were inhabited by the corrupted men who broke the silence by yelling at the poor boy crawling past them. prevention prevented them from ravaging him ; only words and juice can celebrate him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a ebullition of cum erupted from the darkness and shot towards demon. 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 delight. Already did demon finish his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

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

Waiting at the threshold, the two eye holds above him opened. His eyes were piercing, a medium brown colour with both iris'holding the ikon of a boy on his knee ready to enter his Master's domain and serve him through life story and snake pit. The door opened with a malodour of feet blowing through Daemon like null he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boner but knockout than when he was getting facefucked at the forsake site ; than when he was crawling here ; than when that guy previously blew a Brobdingnagian warm load for Daemon to taste.

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

Wrong solvent ; his Master slapped him unvoiced like a bitch."You are Daemon ! And Daemon you shall remain. Your previous life was a irksome 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 nutcase. Many of the people I know you've met are role of this cult. They contribute to the longevity of this demesne and I am one of the chiefs here. You are here because you wanted to become 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 keep him in awe of such a figure."That's the Tempter ; our Saviour. He is also your savior and Lord who brought you here."fiend gulped and gazed upward at his owner who was standing forthright scrutinising the poor boy."You're fair skinned given your heritage, with a unruffled dead 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 purpose in life is. The man pointed Daemon to go to the bed which wasn't like no former 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 room sized ! The stallion right wall of the bed sleeping accommodation was very much covered in textile made suitable for slumber for such a perfect man. It was here Daemon crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfortableness impossible to reject.

Meanwhile, Daemon's superior opened a draftsman which contained mortar and pest, bags of lechatelierite, panpipe and snort tubes amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the silence grew to a lesser extent between them ; Daemon was bidden to go machinate himself in the meantime. Upon his riposte, his Master was prepare."Are you scare away, 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 destiny that brought you here ; there's no selection in fortune. We're all taught to think that we have choices in life, but in truth choice is an abstract concept that plays no plot with fate but solitary clock time. clock time is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the biography of multiplication down here, and there's no candid choice in your being here."Daemon was afraid of needles and his heart was racing faster. His Master joined his slave in bed with the salmagundi."It's in force your heart is beating fast. It makes it easier to slam dance you."

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

Whilst his passkey was slamming himself, within second Daemon's eyes widened. He went on his genu and coughed a few. His brain was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his cock ; an itch to finger himself was nigh. His ventilation was deeper ; his arm drew a bit of ancestry from which he tasted. He stared at his victor in awe, no mistake made that he was his striver to endure.

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

With lightening stop number, daimon attached his sass onto his original's left nipple and sucked heavily."lick my blood clean and jerk, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean of the line. At once he returned to sucking his teat, biting them gently and slowly."Fucking burn them boy !"There was more to come, he was just starting his new lifespan and dangerous undertaking. Daemon was pushed back to lay in bed. The passe-partout undid his lower garments and beheld before Daemon his arm of pot destruction."Tonight, you will lose your virginity again."

"Oh please, Sir ! That cock is Brobdingnagian ! I need that in me !"
"oeuvre for it ; get it hard."

He laid down and Daemon crawled in between his branch and sniffed the drunken malodor that erupted from his balls. Whilst massaging his balls a greedy and wet natural language 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 queer though is that his cock had a prince albert, a heavyset one of that too as the metal adorned the prominent view. At last demigod swallowed his dick whole with greed as the closed-bead ringing in cold ice glided down the sarcoid mouth whose tongue waved through the shaft secreting spit to keep his cock at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his Master, who recuperating from this extraordinary experience praised demigod for his first-class attainment on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his forefront in place and envisaging his face with tongue that slid down from forehead to chin in ways that his oculus beheld only tears as his sassing continued the job in deepthroating his well midst stopcock in surplus of the unfermented precum that seeped into him from within.

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

Bobbing up and down on his putz, slurping his cock like one big noodle to bring down a vacuum so as to seize his cock gang to the end of his back talk with back talk attached all around at the bag as his natural language teased his Ball below whilst his hands soothed his balls and pulsed for an ever glorious victor who claimed justice over Daemon, arresting him of freedom and attesting him to pleasure in all agency primal that persuaded his great Master finally to consider him down to the next level in the final examination midst of activeness that would ransack both hell and Earth in a crushing blow.

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

It didn't take long. daemon's maw was idle to begin with from the various fucks he's had ; and given he was slammed already his jam was looser and gaping for the net small-arm to arrive at its way in : to show Daemon his space in this deplorable existence and claim dedication 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 life sentence is about ! Thank you Satan for turning me into a greedy slut !"

Whilst praising Satan, a thick breath by his similitude followed ; and with heavy rubbing that magnificent horse hung cock ransacked in through daemon's hole with a ripple effect that sucked his passe-partout in within seconds, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upwards till they were clasped in pleasure, face-to-face with but eyes to gaze at as his Master grabbed his slave's cervix and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At starting time Daemon was in botheration, but after a few dull thrusts over a minute the pain in the neck went away and slowly recuperated to find pleasance at his pearl. This, whilst his skipper was fucking at his ivory stimulating that prostate gland to gear up demon's produce whilst preparing his succus. Battering away at his cock, the sound of smack from his stopcock into his bum filled the air with dissonance as loud moan 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 trollop, Master !"it was all he could utter whilst his prostate gland throbbed to the lacing it was taking from his man's mysterious and fleet strokes.
"Doggy panache now. Get on all fours, kick !"

He turned around, on all fours like a dog, a bitch that was waiting to be used and bred for Prince of Darkness. Here was a man finally going to appropriate and take him to hell with to answer them both. Sliding his cock inside, Daemon could really feel the heat against his prostate as his veiny cock was felt against his sloppy hole which was oozing his Master's precum that mixed with the mucous secretion inside."Your arse is lubing itself up ! You really are a loose woman !"laughing his captain.

more than and more he fucked ; More and more daimon moaned for hell to rain down upon him. More he wanted to get used by former men."You want more bozo to jazz your hole boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, Master ! I want to fellate every guy and have all of them fuck my maw public treasury I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your slovenly woman, let me prove it to you !"

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