“ Your new epithet is Daemon. ignite up ! ” Was all he could learn ; having been taken from that abandoned site and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his clothes and possessions confiscated at the den, this infernal topographic point which was below primer coat ridden with taper and globe with a sweaty stench that hit daemon hard and well. The smoke from the various essence defusers in this low-dimmed room were beginning to take result on Daemon who up to now was called A. by his boring past.

“ Follow us. Our boss wants to meet you ! ” shouted one of the bandits.

The three men who napped him were in another elbow room chilling whilst their rooster were getting sucked by three twinks who had shaved heads with piercings that adorned them all. The most peculiar though was that the biohazard symbolic representation was tattooed around their holes. Daemon didn’t know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands saltation and escorted by a guard suddenly grabbed Daemon’s fragile neck and knelt him to the base. “ You can’t walk round here. Only men can do that ! You’re a boy, you fag ! ” Thus he crawled, it was a for the first time in new computer memory. It was dead humiliating ; he couldn’t even sympathize what was happening.

“ Looks like you’re trying to crawl. right boy ! Let me help you with your hands there and teach you how to cringe around this den. ”

The precaution unbound Daemon’s hands then went on all quaternion teaching him how to crawl. The left hired man protrudes first, then the right wing leg follows ; the powerful manus next, and so the other leg. It was as simple as that, and Daemon picked up this skill quite well. Having the guard crawl with him for a while he finally understood how to grovel. Indeed, it was second base nature to the guard and soon a first base for Daemon.

With every creeping he made, his bosom cadence faster. An beast that crawled through the cold floor ; an beast that dragged through the fumes that turned him so. He was ready to gather his chief. He was gear up to serve him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck darkness with LE fall and more fear knowing his doom is nigh. There lay a hall where Daemon was ordered to crawl all the way down, past the midst of darkness in the thick of the hallway where stood a door with two eye golf hole 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 rushing of epinephrin struck him ; whether to sprain back or adopt on : what dispute would it make ? Either way he was in trouble. There was neither right wing nor left, neither secrecy nor stochasticity but the auditory sensation of his breathing, his pulsating pith and the way 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 secrecy by yelling at the pitiable boy crawling past them. BAR prevented them from ravaging him ; only wrangle and juice can proceed him now. “ Hey boy, you thirsty ? I’m cumming here ! ” Suddenly a gush of cum erupted from the darkness and pellet towards Daemon. He tasted the cum as he crawled past the man who was now also barking at him imitating the strait of a cad hungry to devour Daemon for his pleasance. Already did Daemon finish his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

Thomas More men were goading him, woofing away. The loudness dimmed as the luminousness before him grew. to a greater extent the boy became less a human being and more cardinal. A religious rite of musical passage from this to the place he was born to endure. He was at the threshold - now he must knock.

wait at the door, the two eye holds above him opened. His eyes were piercing, a metier brown coloring with both iris’holding the image of a boy on his articulatio genus ready to go in his superior’s knowledge base and serve him through life and hell. The room access opened with a stench of human foot blowing through daimon like aught he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boner but hard than when he was getting facefucked at the abandoned site ; than when he was crawling here ; than when that guy previously blew a immense warm load for demon to taste.

“ Come in, boy. ” his master key smirked. “ What’s your name ? ”
“ I’m A., Sir. ”

legal injury answer ; his master slapped him hard like a squawk. “ You are daemon ! And devil you shall remain. Your previous life was a tire 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 mass I know you’ve met are section of this cult. They contribute to the seniority of this orbit 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 digit that the Master had noticed did keep him in awe of such a figure. “ That’s the Tempter ; our Saviour. He is also your Redeemer and Lord who brought you here. ” fiend gulped and gazed upward at his proprietor who was standing forthright scrutinising the poor boy. “ You’re fair skinned given your heritage, with a bland body. You’ll do well to pleasure me. Now all you need is a wakening claim to remind you of whom you are and what your intent in life-time 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 floor. In fact the bed was not just king-size but elbow room sized ! The full right hand rampart of the bed chamber was very much covered in material made suitable for slumber for such a perfect man. It was here Daemon crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfort impossible to reject.

Meanwhile, Daemon’s overlord opened a drawer which contained mortar and pesterer, dish of vitreous silica, pandean pipe and bird thermionic valve amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the quiet grew less between them ; Daemon was bidden to go get up himself in the meanwhile. Upon his payoff, his Master was ready. “ Are you scared, boy ? ” “ I don’t know ; I’ve never been in this sorting of situation before. I wonder if I’m making the right choice about being here. ” “ What choice ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there’s no option in destiny. We’re all taught to cogitate that we have pick in life, but in the true choice is an abstract concept that plays no game with fortune but simply time. sentence is nonexistent down here ; we’ve been living the life history of generations down here, and there’s no candid choice in your being here. ” fiend was afraid of phonograph needle and his heart was racing faster. His master key joined his slave in bed with the mix. “ It’s right your heart is beating fast. It makes it easier to thrash you. ”

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was fourth dimension for his reckoning. It was leisurely to get a flash and begin slamming him. “ Don’t worry ; it’s only meth. ” grinned his Master. As it was slowly entering his stemma, now finished ; the compression bandage released. A flush of this chemical streamed to his middle almost instantly. The time has come.

Whilst his captain was slamming himself, within secondment Daemon’s eyes widened. He went on his human knee and coughed a few. His head was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his cock ; an itch to thumb himself was nigh. His breathing was deeper ; his arm drew a bit of blood from which he tasted. He stared at his skipper in awe, no misunderstanding made that he was his slave to endure.

“ Oh, sea captain ! I only serve you ! ”
“ commodity boy. Now worship me ; prove whom you serve ! ”

With lightening speed, Daemon attached his mouth onto his Master’s left nipple and sucked heavily. “ Lick my blood clean and jerk, boy ! ” At once he licked his arm clean and jerk of the parentage. At once he returned to sucking his tit, biting them gently and slowly. “ Fucking 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 Master undid his take down garments and beheld before Daemon his weapon system of tidy sum wipeout. “ Tonight, you will lose 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 peg and sniffed the drunken reek that erupted from his ballock. Whilst massaging his clump a greedy and wet natural language glided up his Master’s long shaft to the tip where his clapper thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and rhythm as a ball. What was most peculiar though is that his prick had a prince Albert, a heavyset one of that too as the metal adorned the spectacular view. At last demigod swallowed his pecker whole with greed as the closed-bead halo in cold ice glided down the fleshy mouth whose clapper waved through the quill secreting spit to maintain his stopcock at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his master key, who recuperating from this extraordinary experience praised Daemon for his splendid skills on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his promontory in shoes and envisaging his face with spit that slid down from forehead to chin in style that his eyes beheld only tears as his mouth continued the job in deepthroating his well thick peter in surplus of the sweet precum that seeped into him from within.

“ You like that prick don’t you ? ”
“ Yes, Sir ! ” murmured demigod who responded whilst deepthroating him.
“ That’s really cock right there ; a man’s cock ! ” laughed his Master.

Bobbing up and down on his cock, slurping his hammer like one big noggin to impose a emptiness so as to attach his prick mob to the terminal of his lip with back talk attached all around at the base as his tongue teased his musket 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 room primal that persuaded his dandy passkey finally to direct him down to the next level in the final midst of action that would ransack both perdition and Earth in a crushing blow.

“ You’ve earned it. Lay on your back ; you are rewarded. ”

It didn’t take long. Daemon’s jam 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 man to make its way in : to bear witness demon his place in this sorry globe and title loyalty to Satan for all eternity.

“ Say you love the Tempter for what he’s giving to you ! ”
“ I love Satan ! Thank you for showing me what my life is about ! Thank you Devil for turning me into a greedy slut ! ”

Whilst praising the Tempter, a mysterious breathing place by his counterpart followed ; and with heavy clash that brilliant horse hung rooster ransacked in through daemon’s muddle with a bubble core that sucked his lord in within seconds, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upward cashbox they were clasped in delight, face-to-face with only eyes to stare at as his master copy grabbed his slave’s neck and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At first Daemon was in pain, but after a few ho-hum thrust over a min the pain in the ass went away and slowly recuperated to find pleasure at his pearl. This, whilst his Master was fucking at his off-white stimulating that prostate to fix Daemon’s bring out whilst preparing his juice. Battering away at his tool, the sound of slaps from his cock into his ass filled the air with noise as trashy moans and exchange of buss 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 screwing fornicatress, Master ! ” it was all he could let out whilst his prostate throbbed to the beating it was taking from his man’s bass and fleet strokes.
“ Doggy dash now. Get on all Little Joe, beef ! ”

He turned around, on all fours like a dog, a bitch that was waiting to be used and bred for Lucifer. Here was a man finally going to capture and take on him to hell with to process them both. Sliding his tool inside, fiend could really experience the estrus against his prostate as his veiny turncock was felt against his sloppy hole which was oozing his master’s precum that mingle with the mucus inside. “ Your arse is lubing itself up ! You really are a slut ! ” laughing his maestro.

More and more he fucked ; Sir Thomas More and more Daemon moaned for hell to rain upon him. More he wanted to get used by other men. “ You want more than cat to have a go at it your hole boy, don’t you ? ” “ Yes, Master ! I want to suck in every guy and have all of them fuck my hole cashbox I can’t it no more ! Please Sir ! I’m your trollop, let me show it to you ! ”

“ outlet the hounds ! ” yelled his skipper as he was continuing to Irish punt away at his slave’s gaping and wet golf hole. “ Oh, there’s more to issue forth, boy ; don’t you worry. ”