“ Your new gens is Daemon. fire up up !"Was all he could hear ; having been taken from that abandoned site and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his clothes and self-possession confiscated at the den, this unholy seat which was below ground ridden with taper and globe with a sweaty stench that hit demigod hard and well. The fumes from the several nitty-gritty defusers in this low-dimmed room were beginning to carry force 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 brain with piercings that adorned them all. The most peculiar though was that the biohazard symbol was tattooed around their trap. 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 demigod's fragile neck opening and knelt him to the floor."You can't pass 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 utterly humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"feeling like you're trying to crawl. honest boy ! Let me help you with your hands there and learn you how to crawl around this den."

The guard unbound daimon's script then went on all fours teaching him how to cringe. The left hand hand protrudes first, then the redress leg follows ; the correct hand next, and so the early leg. It was as simpleton as that, and fiend picked up this skill quite well. Having the safety device creeping with him for a patch he finally understood how to cower. Indeed, it was second nature to the guard duty and soon a inaugural for Daemon.

With every crawl he made, his heart meter faster. An fauna that crawled through the stale floor ; an animate being that dragged through the fumes that turned him so. He was ready to meet his chief. He was set to serve him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck darkness with less light and more fright knowing his doom is nigh. There lay a hallway where Daemon was ordered to creep all the way down, past the thick of duskiness in the thick of the hall where stood a room access with two eye hole that was dimmed by candlelight."You are to go down there, and wait."The guard duty exited the hallway.

Alone was now Daemon who crawled slowly and cautiously. A upsurge of adrenaline struck him ; whether to call on back or stick with on : what difference of opinion would it make ? Either way he was in trouble. There was neither proper nor left, neither silence nor stochasticity 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 side of him which were inhabited by the corrupted men who broke the muteness by yelling at the poor boy crawling past them. ginmill prevented them from ravaging him ; only words and juice can keep on him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a effusion 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 auditory sensation of a hound hungry to devour daimon for his joy. Already did Daemon finish his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

More men were goading him, woofing away. The meretriciousness dimmed as the light before him grew. to a greater extent the boy became less a homo and more than primeval. A rite of passageway from this to the place he was born to brave out. He was at the door - now he must knock.

waiting at the doorway, the two eye holds above him opened. His centre were piercing, a medium brown colour with both iris diaphragm'holding the prototype of a boy on his knees ready to enter his passe-partout's sphere and serve him through life and hell. The door opened with a reek of human foot blowing through Daemon like nil he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another foul-up but severely 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 load for demigod to taste.

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

Wrong answer ; his Master slapped him hard like a bitch."You are devil ! And daemon you shall continue. Your late life was a slow one, and we know all about you. We know you were born to devout Muslim parents, that's straight indeed. We know you are gay and have been getting fucked like looney. Many of the people I know you've met are theatrical role of this furore. They contribute to the seniority of this domain and I am one of the boss 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 eye at this amazing physical body that the overlord had noticed did keep back him in awe of such a flesh."That's Prince of Darkness ; our Savior. He is also your Saviour and Lord who brought you here."devil gulped and gazed upward at his owner who was standing forthright scrutinising the pitiable 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 intent in life is. The man pointed Daemon to go to the bed which wasn't like no early bed you'd breakthrough : it was low-standing ; think of it as just a mattress on the base. In fact the bed was not just king-size but room sized ! The entire right field rampart of the bed chamber was very a good deal covered in textile made suitable for sleep for such a pure man. It was here daimon crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comforter unsufferable to reject.

Meanwhile, Daemon's Master opened a drawer which contained mortar and pesterer, traveling bag of crystal, pandean pipe and bird tubes amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the silence grew less between them ; demigod was bidden to go prepare himself in the meantime. Upon his return, his Master was quick."Are you scare off, 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 choice ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there's no alternative in lot. We're all taught to call back that we have selection in life, but in Truth choice is an purloin construct that plays no game with fortune but only prison term. meter is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the life story of generations down here, and there's no candid option in your being here."daemon was afraid of needles and his affection was racing faster. His Master joined his striver in bed with the miscellany."It's good your heart is beating fast. It makes it easier to mosh you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was time for his counting. It was easy to get a twinkling and begin slamming him."Don't worry ; it's only meth."grinned his professional. As it was slowly entering his blood, now finished ; the tourniquet released. A effusion of this chemical streamed to his pith almost instantly. The meter has come.

Whilst his Master was slamming himself, within sec Daemon's eyes widened. He went on his human knee and coughed a few. His head was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his hammer ; an itch to finger himself was nigh. His respiration was deeply ; his arm drew a bit of blood from which he tasted. He stared at his Master in awe, no misunderstanding made that he was his hard worker to endure.

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

With lightening hurrying, Daemon attached his back talk onto his Master's left nipple and sucked heavily."biff my blood clean and jerk, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean and jerk of the blood. At once he returned to sucking his nipples, biting them gently and slowly."fuck bite them boy !"There was more to come, he was just starting his new life and adventure. Daemon was pushed back to lay in bed. The professional undid his lower garments and beheld before daemon his weapon of mass destruction."Tonight, you will drop off your virginity again."

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

He laid down and fiend crawled in between his stage and sniffed the drunken mephitis that erupted from his glob. Whilst massaging his balls a greedy and wet clapper 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 testis. What was most peculiar though is that his cock had a prince albert, a loggerheaded one of that too as the alloy adorned the outstanding aspect. At last daemon swallowed his cock whole with greed as the closed-bead ring in cold ice glided down the fleshy mouth whose lingua waved through the shaft secreting spit to keep his rooster at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his overlord, who recuperating from this extraordinary experience praised Daemon for his excellent science on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his promontory in place and envisaging his nerve with spit that slid down from forehead to chin in shipway that his centre beheld only tears as his oral cavity continued the job in deepthroating his wellspring midst cock in excess of the sweet precum that seeped into him from within.

"You like that tool don't you ?"
"Yes, Sir !"murmured demigod who responded whilst deepthroating him.
"That's really rooster rightfulness there ; a man's rooster !"laughed his Master.

Bobbing up and down on his peter, slurping his dick like one big noodle to impose a vacuum so as to attach his cock pack to the ends of his mouth with lips attached all around at the understructure as his tongue teased his ballock below whilst his handwriting 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 ways primal that persuaded his great Master finally to consider him down to the next level in the concluding midst of activity that would ransack both hell and land in a crushing blow.

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

It didn't take long. Daemon's pickle was loose to begin with from the various fucks he's had ; and given he was slammed already his hole was looser and gaping for the final exam piece to wee its way in : to depict Daemon his seat in this regretful world and call loyalty to Beelzebub 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 Satan, a cryptical breathing space by his opposite number followed ; and with large friction that magnificent horse hung cock ransacked in through Daemon's gob with a ripple core that sucked his Master in within seconds, all the way in ; past the end-zone and up till they were clasped in joy, face-to-face with merely heart to gaze at as his skipper grabbed his slave's neck and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At offset Daemon was in painfulness, but after a few behind drive over a minute the painfulness went away and slowly recuperated to find pleasure at his ivory. This, whilst his Master was fucking at his bead stimulating that prostate gland to ready devil's produce whilst preparing his juice. Battering away at his shaft, the sound of slaps from his cock into his asshole filled the air with noise as cheap moans and central 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 please you ! Use me whenever you like. I am your fucking slattern, passkey !"it was all he could utter whilst his prostate gland throbbed to the beating it was taking from his man's cryptic and fleet strokes.
"barker dash now. Get on all fours, bitch !"

He turned around, on all fours like a dog, a cunt that was waiting to be used and bred for Prince of Darkness. Here was a man finally going to capture and take him to hell with to serve them both. Sliding his cock inside, daemon could really find the heat against his prostate as his veiny turncock was felt against his sloppy hole which was oozing his Master's precum that combine with the mucus inside."Your prat is lubing itself up ! You really are a slut !"laughing his captain.

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

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