I want him to be hard and rough, I want it to hurt when I'm used, otherwise it feels too much like cheating on Master. Somehow, the fact he's nice and wants to cuddle with me makes the whole thing feel even worse. "And I'll make sure you get some pleasure too, just be a good boy and you won't be in any trouble tonight." My articulations are seriously aching after all the crawling and kneeling we have to do, and the Devil doesn't provide comfortable cushions like my Master did. "Ah, the new slave," Ian tells gently me when I kneel by his side. They told me I shouldn't think of it as cheating as I probably wouldn't feel any real pleasure from it. Yet the twins warned me that I'd have to make an effort to get hard and to come when someone asked me too, or else the Devil would punish me, maybe by hurting Master. It has never happened before, He was the first to show me the meaning of pleasure. I shiver at the thought of coming in the hands of someone other than Master. "He's requested you and if he's happy with you, he might even let you come." "You'll be with Ian tonight, thirteen," the Devil adds. What did this dumbass expect? That I'd sing perfectly despite the way he made my life miserable? I'll have to find a way to get better though, because he threatened to whip Master the next time it happens.
Not a sexual performance for once, but a real concert. Casey if you keep being a good boy, but I'm still a bit disappointed by your performance last Sunday." "No, not you thirteen," the Devil answers. "I volunteer, Master," I say immediately. I remember when Master did it to me on my first public scene and how I loved it. "Now do we have a volunteer among our beautiful boys?"ĭoes he really expect one of the others to accept this willingly? When half of them are straight? I on the other end, have absolutely no problem with it.
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"I'm sure you'll get your kinks from it, plus you're welcome to fuck any slave you want tonight, as long as he's free," the Devil states. "What do I get in return?" Master replies coldly. I don't like to get my hands dirty," he continues. "I've always been fascinated by it but have never actually performed it. The ten other slaves and I are kneeling in a line, in the inspection position, before the Devil tells us where we have to go. "I want to see a fisting scene tonight," the Devil says to Master as they approach us. It's no use though and as I decimate zombies the dreadful events replay in my head from the beginning. I don't want to remember how I cheated on Master. The worst is that it has happened so many times to him now that four just took it numbly without any reaction.īut that wasn't the most horrible for me, and as the memories try to resurface, I push them at the back of my mind. Apparently he had disappointed the Devil during the night I was gang-raped, so it was his punishment. Each time the Devil throws one of his orgies, he has one of us on the bench for the entertainment of all his guards, to thank them for their hard work he says. They all had to endure what I did last Friday night, several times at that. It isn't very Christian of me to think this, but God has clearly turned a blind eye on what is happening here. Those monsters all deserve to die in the most painful way.
I've been doing this a lot since last Friday and I've become pretty good at this game. As zombies fall, in my head it's the Devil, the doctor, or the guards that I'm shooting. My fingers are quickly moving on the controller while my character runs on the screen.