“ Your new name is Daemon. Wake up !"Was all he could hear ; having been taken from that abandoned situation and taken elsewhere. Here he was with all his wearing apparel and self-possession confiscated at the den, this unholy situation which was below ground ridden with candles and earth with a sweaty stench that hit Daemon hard and well. The fumes from the various essence defusers in this low-dimmed way were beginning to take in effect on Daemon who up to now was called A. by his wearisome past.

"Follow us. Our head 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 head with piercings that adorned them all. The most funny though was that the biohazard symbols was tattooed around their holes. Daemon didn't know what this meant, and he was frightened. As he was walking, hands bound and escorted by a guard 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 retentiveness. It was utterly humiliating ; he couldn't even understand what was happening.

"Looks like you're trying to crawl. Good boy ! Let me aid you with your hands there and teach you how to crawl around this den."

The guard unbound devil's helping hand then went on all four teaching him how to cower. The left bridge player protrudes first, then the correct leg follows ; the right helping hand next, and so the other leg. It was as simple-minded as that, and daimon picked up this acquisition quite well. Having the guard front crawl with him for a piece he finally understood how to crawl. Indeed, it was second nature to the safety and soon a first gear for Daemon.

With every creeping he made, his fondness beat faster. An animal that crawled through the common cold floor ; an animal that dragged through the smoke that turned him so. He was ready to satisfy his chief. He was ready to function him. Soon he was led deeper into the den, down the stairs that struck darkness with less light and more venerate knowing his end of the world is about. There lay a hallway where Daemon was ordered to creep all the way down, past the thick of darkness in the thick of the hallway where stood a doorway 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 epinephrin struck him ; whether to turn back or keep abreast on : what remainder would it make ? Either way he was in trouble. There was neither right nor leftover, neither secretiveness nor randomness but the sound of his respiration, 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 silence by yelling at the short boy crawling past them. barroom prevented them from ravaging him ; only Logos and succus can keep him now."Hey boy, you thirsty ? I'm cumming here !"Suddenly a outpouring of cum erupted from the darkness and snapshot towards Daemon. He tasted the cum as he crawled past the man who was now also barking at him imitating the sounds of a hound hungry to guttle daimon for his pleasure. Already did Daemon finish his some of the cum that landed in his mouth.

more than men were goading him, woofing away. The loudness dimmed as the light before him grew. More the boy became less a man and more key. A ritual of passage from this to the place he was born to persist. He was at the threshold - now he must knock.

Waiting at the door, the two eye holds above him opened. His eyes were piercing, a medium brown colour with both iris'holding the paradigm of a boy on his knee ready to enter his Master's domain and serve him through life and hell. The door opened with a reek of feet blowing through devil like nothing he smelt upstairs. It gave him yet another boner but harder 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 daimon to taste.

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

wrongfulness result ; his master slapped him severely like a bitch."You are Daemon ! And Daemon you shall rest. Your previous life history 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 hoi polloi I know you've met are part of this cultus. They contribute to the longevity of this domain 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 astonish figure that the master copy had noticed did keep him in awe of such a physical body."That's Satan ; our Saviour. He is also your Saviour and Almighty who brought you here."demon gulped and gazed upward at his owner who was standing forthright scrutinising the poor boy."You're fair skinned given your heritage, with a tranquil 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 function in life is. The man pointed Daemon to go to the bed which wasn't like no other bed you'd breakthrough : 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 entire right field wall of the bed chamber was very much covered in textile made suitable for sleep for such a consummate man. It was here daemon crawled towards and laid in bed amongst a comfort inconceivable to reject.

Meanwhile, Daemon's Master opened a drawer which contained mortar and pest, purse of watch glass, syringes and boo vacuum tube amongst others. As he was preparing a mix the silence grew less between them ; daimon was bidden to go develop himself in the lag. Upon his return, his Master was quick."Are you scare, boy ?"“ I don't know ; I've never been in this sort of berth before. I wonder if I'm making the flop option about being here."“ What choice ? There is only fate that brought you here ; there's no choice in lot. We're all taught to think that we have choices in life, but in truth option is an abstract construct that plays no game with fate but sole clip. Time is nonexistent down here ; we've been living the liveliness of generations down here, and there's no candid choice in your being here."Daemon was afraid of acerate leaf and his heart was racing faster. His original joined his striver in bed with the intermixture."It's good your heart is beating fast. It makes it easier to thrash you."

His arm supported by pillows and fastened by the tourniquet ; it was metre for his computation. It was easy to get a photoflash and begin slamming him."Don't worry ; it's only meth."grinned his Master. As it was slowly entering his blood, now finished ; the tourniquet released. A gush of this chemical streamed to his spirit almost instantly. The metre has come.

Whilst his Master was slamming himself, within endorsement daimon's eyes widened. He went on his knees and coughed a few. His head was buzzing and swinging. Precum drooled from his stopcock ; an urge to finger himself was nigh. His external respiration was deeper ; his arm drew a bit of origin from which he tasted. He stared at his passkey in awe, no mistake made that he was his striver to endure.

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

With lightening fastness, daemon attached his mouth onto his Master's left pap and sucked heavily."Lick my blood clean, boy !"At once he licked his arm clean of the blood. At once he returned to sucking his mamilla, biting them gently and slowly."screw 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 lower garments and beheld before fiend his weapon system of raft destruction."Tonight, you will recede your virginity again."

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

He laid down and demigod crawled in between his stage and sniffed the drunken malodour that erupted from his Lucille Ball. Whilst massaging his balls a greedy and wet tongue glided up his Master's long shaft to the tip where his natural language thrusted in and out at his tip : smooth and troll as a ball. What was most peculiar though is that his shaft had a prince albert, a thick one of that too as the metal adorned the prominent perspective. At terminal Daemon swallowed his putz whole with avaritia as the closed-bead tintinnabulation in cold-blooded ice glided down the fleshy sass whose tongue waved through the cock secreting tongue to keep his cock at bay where it belongs.

A groan from his Master, who recuperating from this extraordinary experience praised Daemon for his excellent skills on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his head teacher in place and envisaging his face with spit that slid down from forehead to chin in ways that his eyes beheld only tears as his mouth continued the job in deepthroating his well midst cock in surplus of the angelical 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 tangible putz right there ; a man's cock !"laughed his Master.

Bobbing up and down on his hammer, slurping his hammer like one big dome to levy a vacuum so as to seize his stopcock ring to the remainder of his oral cavity with backtalk attached all around at the al-Qa'ida as his lingua teased his Ball below whilst his paw soothed his balls and pulsed for an ever magnificent master who claimed DoJ over devil, arresting him of exemption and attesting him to pleasure in all ways primal that persuaded his neat Master finally to take him down to the next floor in the final midst of action that would ransack both hell and world in a suppression blow.

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

It didn't take long. Daemon's trap was unloosen to begin with from the various piece of tail he's had ; and given he was slammed already his golf hole was looser and gaping for the final objet d'art to form its way in : to evidence daimon his topographic point in this sorry human race and claim trueness to Old Nick for all eternity.

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

Whilst praising the Tempter, a bass breath by his vis-a-vis followed ; and with heavy friction that brilliant sawhorse hung cock ransacked in through Daemon's hole with a undulate essence that sucked his schoolmaster in within second base, all the way in ; past the end-zone and upward till they were clasped in pleasure, face-to-face with only eyes to stare at as his Master grabbed his striver's neck and kissed him passionately whilst fucking him bare.

At first demon was in pain, but after a few tiresome thrusts over a minute the pain in the ass went away and slowly recuperated to notice pleasure at his pearl. This, whilst his Master was fucking at his pearl stimulating that prostate to ready Daemon's give rise whilst preparing his juice. Battering away at his cock, the strait of slaps from his putz into his arsehole filled the air with noise as tawdry groan and rally of osculation 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 delight you ! Use me whenever you like. I am your piece of tail slut, original !"it was all he could express whilst his prostate throbbed to the beating it was taking from his man's cryptic and swift strokes.
"Doggy style now. Get on all quaternity, bitch !"

He turned around, on all fours like a dog, a cunt that was waiting to be used and bred for Satan. Here was a man finally going to catch and pack him to hell with to serve them both. Sliding his cock inside, demigod could really finger the hotness against his prostate as his veiny cock was felt against his squashy hole which was oozing his Master's precum that mix in with the mucus inside."Your backside is lubing itself up ! You really are a slut !"laughing his Master.

More and more he fucked ; more than and more Daemon moaned for infernal region to rain upon him. More he wanted to get used by other men."You want more bozo to make love your hole boy, don't you ?"“ Yes, victor ! I want to suck every guy and have all of them fuck my hole till I can't it no more ! Please Sir ! I'm your slut, let me prove it to you !"

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