This story is demeaning and refers to the passive partner as a faggot, among other insults. It is not a vanilla story. It is a turn on for many people. It is probably one of the most warped stories you will read on here. It does include water sports and sex with both a demon and an Ogre named Beauty. It is clearly fantasy. If this story is not for you then don't read. I am sure you will find something more Mills and boon somewhere. Enjoy your read when you do. I don't need to know that it is warped. I already know that. Its not for you.
To everyone who is still reading.
Hell Quest, stories are meant to be pervy. Enjoy and I hope your little dicklet is hard as a fag in hell!
Hell Quest: The curse of the Grimoire.
Derwin had just turned twenty-one and had been practicing witchcraft since his eighteenth birthday when he found an old grimoire of an old-world witch that had famously vanished many centuries before. Some said that they had been sent to hell after summoning the devil himself, others say that all of his powers had been taken from him by a more elite witch. The more powerful witch then turned him into dust. No one truly knew.
There were many spells in the grimoire including one that would make a beta male into an Alpha stud. Another that would turn your enemies' cock into a small pitiful nub. Another that made a faggot's pucker as tight as it could be around a man's cock. Derwin did this particular spell on himself, and it worked. It made his fuck hole tight enough to suck up any mans cock that fucked him. All men that fucked his hole came back for more. They had never had any fuck chute like it. It mystified many Alpha males how such an experienced faggot bitch could have such a hot tight fuck hole. One hot top man fucked him four times in a row, without coming out of the slut at all, simply resting on top of Derwin between fucks. His hole was as popular as a giveaway of notes at a bank. Everyone wanted some.
However, there was one spell that took up six pages to explain. Everything needed to be precise. He studied it for almost a year, collecting and organising everything on the list. He looked for the perfect place and found an old stone cottage not far from where a series of trials took place in the Dark Ages. All of the stories indicated that there had been some kind of dark magic linked with kings and nobles involved. Every hundred years or so, the land and most property round the area was burnt to a crisp by mysterious fires. The lost was hard for many living on the cursed land. Derwin was experienced enough to understand that this was the work of darker ancient magic. He knew that this was the right place to carry out the spell. The darker the history of an area or building would give a better hold on a demon or spirit.
He hired the property for two nights, getting there early in the day on the first night. He drew the pentagon on the ground and ensured the room was perfect. The floor was solid stone and ancient. Then he went to get some sleep.
The following day was the last day of October. The perfect night. He lit the room with the thirteen white candles that the spell required. He then placed the bell jar and cork on the floor next to the pentagon, checking the pentagon was exact and then went about mixing the witch's brew. A certain white wild mushroom. A toad with yellow upon its back. Six black legged spiders and so on. A quarte of oil of the finest English lavender and the broth of juniper berries. He placed it on an open fire of dried blackthorn logs. The cottage chimney took the smoke to warn the heavens as the flames alerted the underworld.
Before the sun vanished, he bathed in the leftover lavender oil and the hottest bath his body would allow and then he re-entered the room as the night began. He swore he could hear the hoot of a tawny and then a cat screeching away at its enemies. The grimoire was clear that he needed to enter the room naked and with only hair above his shoulders. His hair as short as one inch. No more. This took an hour to double check. He plucked his eyebrows. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be natural.
He began the chant. Not understanding all of the words he chanted with precision in the ancient tongue.
He felt goosebumps on his naked body. A hand touched him for a split second, not the hand of the demon he was trying to summon but a lesser spirit, lost in years of turmoil over this dark place. It made him understand that this was the right place to carry out this magic. Has the last flicker of natural light vanished outside, the room itself went dark too. He jumped as the candles appeared to have burnt out. Then he jumped again when he heard a dark sinister voice.
"Who has summoned me?" he jumped again as the candlelight lit up the room once more. The young witch's hair would have stood up on his body if he had any. A figure stood before him. A creature tall and regal looking. Full of dominance. It repeated again from the trapped state of the pentagon.
"What is your name earth child?"
"My name is Derwin Pitt!" there was an obvious shake in the fag's voice.
"To what is the reason of the summons?" the creature almost demanded an answer.
"I wish to be used as a sex object for the night and then I believe that you belong to myself as a genie, granting me infinite number of wishes!" Derwin laid out his reason for the summons. Has the grimoire stated he would need to give himself to the demon first. The truth was he was more than happy to give himself to the demon. He was a bottom boy faggot after all. However, having a genie at his beck and call afterwards would mean his freedom and he could easily enjoy both worlds. The world of a faggot slave and the freedom of a freeman. That was his wish after all.
"Lavender oil" the demon sniffed the scent. "Even if I could resist this magic spell, I wouldn't be able to resist the oil." The demon stood up showing his perfect body. His twelve pack and muscled arms. His twelve-inch erection. Everything was perfect for Derwin.
"I cannot do nothing but offer you the deal. Step into the pentagon circle, as nothing demonic can leave the circle, unless there are two demonic beings in the circle."
Derwin had precisely read that. He had also practiced fucking himself on an extra-large demon dildo for the past six months. He wanted this more than anything. The reward seemed very acceptable and fair for a night of passion with a demon in exchange for a genie trapped in the bottle forever.
Only if the fag had understood everything, he may have left it well alone. One wild night can change our lives forever.
