{Trigger warnings: rape, non-con, mentions of watersports, filthy descriptions of sex and semen, fantasy elements, mention of human milk, humiliation, dom/sub, mild violence, mind-break, romance.}
Marvin sat down on a stone bench, watching four naked slave boys bending in the short grey grass in front of him, waving their bare asses at him with horny, needy faces. All of them were skinny, helpless and deeply depraved. Just by looking at their faces, he knew there were no thoughts left in their minds. Only the raw lust remained.
"You poor bastards," he said to himself, feeling sadness over their state of minds. Yet when one of the boys got close enough to push his inviting ass at his crotch, Marvin shamefully felt his cock stiffening behind the piece of dry animal leather that he was allowed to wear as a Master.
"Please, Master... Do this to me... I can't take the itching any longer..."
On arrival, all souls in this domain were marked either as Masters or slaves. The Masters were always the most dominant, confident, arrogant and aggressive individuals, who often committed terrible crimes during their mortal lives, out of pure disregard for others or out of pure rage, desire, sometimes envy. The slaves were mentally weaker; had a shadow of fear in their hearts. Their natural submissiveness was fully exploited to make them obedient to Masters. Marvin knew very little of the process. Apparently they were branded with some demonic magic; their prostate glands would become much more sensitive and swollen and if they did not endure proper stimulation for a while, their prostates would itch terribly, driving the boys crazy, unless, of course, the itch would be finally satisfied. But pushing fingers in would do no good; only Master's cock was capable of bringing relief.
When Marvin took the leather off and began ramming his huge cock into the boy's ass, he would love to think it was out of pure mercy, to help the poor creature and relieve its discomfort. But in truth, he was deeply corrupted and Hell really was the right place for him. He found these little bitches in heat to be an incredibly exciting sight. They were so dumb and helpless... craving him, knowing that his cock is the key to anything good that they have left in their miserable existence.
He covered the boy with the weight of his muscular body. His tanned skin glistened from sweat, as he slowly pounded the moaning boy. He was cooperative, moving his body in a way that made Marvin thrust deeper each time. The poor slave under him completely surrendered. But so did the three other slave boys who understood that they've had their chance. They also assumed this horny position, waiting to be covered, spread with Marvin's legs and fucked silly.
Every being generated energy over time but in Hell, it would never be spent. Master's job was to feed on their slaves and continuously grow in power, to become powerful demons in the future. Energy could be stolen by having sex. It was like plugging into an outlet. All of it was by design of Mazelial, the Archdevil of Lust, who ruled over this particular domain of Hell. Marvin wanted nothing more than to please Mazelial.
"No... no..." the boy moaned in protest. Marvin sapped so much of his energy that it twisted his mind, making his thrusts more aggressive and merciless. "You're taking too much, Master... please... stop..."
"Shhh..." Marvin whispered to his ear, kissed his cheek. "Just let it all go... let me have it... you will go to deep sleep. Rest..."
"No... I beg you, Master... leave me some..."
Marvin felt really bad about this, but he continued regardless. He could've easily hopped onto another boy and his craving hole, to reduce the discomfort for this slave, but he set himself the goal of pleasing Mazelial by growing in power, so he decided to harvest the helpless creature until it was left dry.
He allowed himself a beautiful, ground-shaking orgasm that left him moaning helplessly on top of the boy, while flooding his ass with warm jizz. Demonic magic knew how to reward obedience to Mazelial's will. Marvin kept rubbing his penis head against the boy's warm flesh for a while, restoring senses shocked by the stimulation.
Sweaty, exhausted and panting loudly, Marvin pulled his pulsing cock covered with semen out of the boy's gaping hole, stood up and looked at the three other slaves ready to receive him. He slapped one's ass and then pushed its holder away. He found the other one better. Both like animals in the heat, they began fucking without any pointless pleasantries.
"Don't resist," Marvin ordered, sensing that the energy flow was very limited. "Surrender me your energy."
The boy moaned helplessly, as Marvin's dick dived him deeper, but he had a strong will. Clearly he trained himself on how to hide his vital points. Marvin pushed his fingers under the boy's chest and began stimulating his nipples.
"I'm easing down your curse. Surrender your energy immediately," Marvin barked into his ear. In an aggressive move of his knees, he spread the boy further and his cock penetrated him fully. Marvin's balls slapped against the boy's bottom. "That's it, boy. After we're done here, I'm taking you for the punishment."
"No...! I beg you, not the punishment..." the boy groaned like a bitch in the heat. His despair mixed with the overwhelming pleasure from the cock. Marvin noticed tears coming out of his eyes. "I will surrender, just don't send me to the punishment..."
There was no reason to make this hard for that poor bastard if he gave up... but Marvin couldn't fight the sick desire to have a power trip at his expense. He suddenly pulled out of the boy and lied on the stiff grey grass, cock up, too tired to continue.
"Ride me, bitch," he ordered, relaxing.
The boy quickly stood up, got on top of Marvin, grabbed his veiny slab of meat, directed it at his filthy defiled hole and lowered himself, allowing it to sink deep into his ass. Impaled like that, he moaned suddenly and sharply, as if the cock stung him.
"Ride faster!" Marvin barked.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Early morning and Marvin is already harvesting twinks. A role model aspiring demon."
Marvin grinned from the ground at his tall, tanned colleague Marcus, who approached them with a smirk. He was a Master as well, so the two ignored slaves immediately crawled towards him, waving their asses in animalistic way, trying to tempt him.
Marcus and Marvin exchanged a quick handshake. The rider on top of Marvin was not allowed to rest even for a second, continuously massaging the prick with his rectum.
"The fuck are you talking about, there's no day and night cycle in this hole," Marvin chuckled.
"Well, I just woke up, so to me it's morning," Marcus responded cheerfully and threw a rather indifferent look at the two holes inviting his dick in. "Our turn to fuck Mazelial is almost here. Wanna go together?"
Despite being one of the grand Archdevils, Mazelial actually placed himself between the Masters and slaves in the demonic hierarchy of his domain. This was his cunning way of shaping Masters to be disrespectful, arrogant, greedy and egoistical lot that bowed to no one. If even the king of demons knelt before you and worshipped you, it was really easy to grow a huge ego. Due to this rule and tradition, each Master would be invited to his bed from time to time, so that Mazelial could open his legs and feed the Master his own energy.
"I sincerely hope I'm in the line before you and I won't have to stick my dick into a hole creamed with your musty jizz," Marvin said with a silly smile.
"Then you're out of luck, mate. But don't worry, even though musty, it'll make it extra slick just for you."
