Night to Remember

The Nathaniel Sage

Chapter-One

Nathaniel knelt on the ground, his gaze fixed upward at Diabolos. The ache in his knees intensified, a searing pain that threatened to penetrate his focus. Despite the discomfort, Nathaniel remained resolute. The only concern gripping his thoughts was the fervent desire to please Diabolos.

Diabolos, a towering ox, loomed above Nathaniel, his massive form reaching the height of the door frame. Every inch of him exuded strength, his muscular frame hinting at the raw power within. The air seemed to vibrate with a palpable energy, and the room itself seemed to shrink in the presence of this imposing figure. As Nathaniel continued to kneel, the weight of his devotion to Diabolos became tangible, creating a moment where the physical pain in his knees became a testament to the depths of his commitment.

Yet Nathaniel stood in stark contrast to Diabolos. His physique, though possessing a small waist, still emanates a quiet strength, the muscles beneath his skin hinting at a different kind of power. While Diabolos embodied raw force, Nathaniel exuded a different charm altogether.

With a small waist framing his muscular form, Nathaniel embodied a different kind of attractiveness, a classic handsomeness that resonated through his features. His presence was marked by a more refined strength, and the contrast between him and Diabolos created an intriguing dynamic. In this yin and yang of physicality, Nathaniel's allure lay in the subtlety of his strength, a quiet force that added depth to his classic charm.

Diabolos extended his massive hand, allowing a single finger to glide down Nathaniel's mouth and throat. Nathaniel remained impassive at the touch. However, when Diabolos added two more fingers, sliding them into Nathaniel's mouth and down his throat, a reflexive gag emerged. The juxtaposition between Nathaniel's initial composure and the sudden reaction intrigued Diabolos.

Observing Nathaniel's discomfort, Diabolos found a perverse joy in the scene. The notion of Nathaniel gagging on the three fingers seemed to amuse Diabolos, a satisfaction reflected in the dark amusement that danced in his eyes. The power dynamics between them played out in this unsettling interaction, leaving an air of tension and ambiguity that hung in the space between them.

"Good boy," Diabolos uttered in his deep, manly voice. "That's it; you can take it."

Nathaniel felt the intrusion of Diabolos' fingers down his throat, triggering his gag reflex. Initially struggling, Nathaniel gradually adapted with each passing second, his body acclimating to the unusual sensation. As Nathaniel maintained eye contact with Diabolos, he discerned a perverse joy reflected in the latter's eyes, feeding off the submission before him.

"You ready, boy?" Diabolos inquired, withdrawing his three fingers from Nathaniel's throat. The moment lingered, charged with a palpable tension that hung in the air between them, leaving Nathaniel to grapple with the lingering sensations and the unsettling connection forged in that intimate moment.

Diabolos leisurely unbuttoned his trousers, revealing a glimpse of his boxer shorts. The sight of his prominent bulge left Nathaniel momentarily stunned, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief. The sheer size of Diabolos' bulge seemed almost otherworldly, a captivating spectacle that defied expectation.

Nathaniel couldn't fathom how the seams of Diabolos' boxer shorts weren't succumbing to the weight of his impressive bulge. The fabric strained against the enormity, a testament to the sheer magnitude of Diabolos' physical presence. In that moment, the air seemed charged with an unspoken tension, an uncharted territory that both intrigued and unnerved Nathaniel.

Diabolos took Nathaniel's hands gently, guiding them with a firm yet tender touch. The room was shrouded in an eerie silence as Diabolos, with his commanding presence, led Nathaniel's hands to his huge bulge, Nathaniel started to rub his bulge within seconds his bulge started to grow, His uncut cock swelling threefold in size within moments. The tip of his huge cock, once confined within the boundaries of his boxer shorts, now extended beyond its confines, piercing through the edge of his boxers, Nathaniel's acute senses picked up the faint sound of fabric resistance, signalling the gradual tearing of Diabolos's cotton boxer shorts. The subtle but unmistakable sound carried an undertone of tension, as if the very fabric itself yielded to the impending surge of supernatural, the unexpected swing of his uncut cock jolted it out of his ripped boxes shots, its trajectory tearing through the cotton fabric of the boxes' front section. The uncut cock, now freed from its confines, dangled momentarily in the air before gravity asserted its dominance.

Nathaniel's eyes widened in astonishment as he beheld Diabolos huge uncut cock mere inches from his face. The ominous figure loomed over him, casting a vast, dark shadow that stretched across Nathaniel's features like an ethereal veil. Nathaniel's tongue instinctively glided over his lips, a subtle and involuntary response triggered by the tantalising thoughts that flooded his mind. The mere contemplation of what lay before him stirred a sense of desire, leaving a trace of anticipation in the air. Diabolos seized his cock with a swift and commanding grip, his fingers closing around it like a vice. In one fluid, assertive motion, he brought his own cock to meet Nathaniel's face with a resounding impact. The room reverberated with a sharp, echoing slap, a thunderous sound that seemed to hang in the air like an ominous symphony.

Nathaniel's eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the sight before him: the huge cock, now pressed against his face by the commanding force of Diabolos. The sheer size of Diabolos's massive cock overwhelmed Nathaniel's field of vision, creating an imposing spectacle.

Diabolos's colossal cock, resembling a titan's grip, traced a path from Nathaniel's mouth, ascending his face with a dominance that felt almost primal. The sheer breadth of the cock was staggering, encompassing half the width of Nathaniel's face as if it were a mere plaything in the hands of a celestial being.

The scale of the colossal cock dwarfed Nathaniel's features, emphasising the stark contrast between mortal vulnerability and supernatural might. The tips of Diabolos's cock hovered in the air, casting a looming shadow over Nathaniel's face. The fingers, each as formidable as a monument, seemed to hang above him like a foreboding reminder of the power at play.

"I don't know if I can withstand this monstrous force," Nathaniel muttered, his voice a blend of uncertainty and apprehension. As he spoke, he instinctively wrapped his own hand around the massive cock that loomed before his face, the stark contrast in size creating a visual testament to the challenge he faced.

A sinister smile crept across Diabolos's face as he spoke, "Don't you worry about it, boy." His words hung in the air, pregnant with an unsettling confidence that sent shivers down Nathaniel's spine. Before Nathaniel could fully process the statement, Diabolos abruptly concluded, "That's it, boy. Take it all in."

With an almost theatrical flourish, Diabolos slammed his cock forcefully against Nathaniel's mouth, a gesture that felt like the manifestation of a malevolent decree. The impact echoed through the room, punctuated by a muffled gasp from Nathaniel as he felt the overwhelming force against his face. Nathaniel's mouth was forced open by the sheer size of Diabolos's cock, a dominating grip that left him feeling utterly overpowered. The colossal cock seemed to stretch his jaw to its limits, and he could feel the tip of Diabolos's cock probing uncomfortably at the back of his throat. The intrusion was an unsettling reminder of the supernatural force at play, as if Diabolos sought to assert control over even the most intimate aspects of Nathaniel's being.

As Diabolos's cock pressed against the sensitive depths of Nathaniel's throat, a reflexive response took hold. Nathaniel's eyes welled up with tears, a mix of discomfort and the overwhelming helplessness that accompanied the invasive gesture. The room, an indifferent spectator to this intimate struggle, seemed to close in, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

Diabolos initiated a rhythmic motion, swinging his cock in and out of Nathaniel's mouth, creating a disconcerting dance of dominance. The firm grip on Nathaniel's face intensified, the force of Diabolos's cock steadily growing with each oscillation. Diabolos accelerated the relentless motion, his cock plunging in and out of Nathaniel's mouth with increasing speed. The disconcerting rhythm reached a crescendo, a relentless assault that echoed through the room. Diabolos, driven by an otherworldly force, started to emit guttural grunts, each sounding a sinister punctuation to the macabre performance.

Nathaniel found himself reluctantly acclimating to the unsettling rhythm of Diabolos's cock going in and out of his mouth. Before Nathaniel could even process the situation, a warm liquid pooled at the back of his throat. The unexpected sensation sent a shiver down his spine, a visceral reaction to the surreal encounter unfolding before him. Diabolos abruptly withdrew, leaving Nathaniel with the remnants of a warm liquid in his mouth. A surreal stillness hung in the air as Nathaniel, momentarily stunned, let his tongue emerge from his mouth. The warm liquid, a strange residue from the inexplicable encounter, pooled and dripped from his tongue, forming a macabre droplet that fell to the ground below.

Diabolos delivered a harsh, resounding slap across Nathaniel's face, the force of the impact echoing through the room. Nathaniel, caught off guard by the sudden strike, felt a sharp stinging sensation spread across his cheek.

The room seemed to hold its breath in the aftermath of the slap, shadows frozen on the walls like silent witnesses to the palpable tension. Diabolos, his expression unreadable, uttered a terse acknowledgement, "Good boy."

Nathaniel, his cheek still smarting from the slap, struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions stirred by the physical rebuke. Diabolos seized Nathaniel's throat with his formidable hand, the powerful grip cutting off Nathaniel's breath. With an effortless strength, Diabolos hoisted Nathaniel off the ground, his feet dangling in midair. The room seemed to shrink in the presence of the supernatural force at play. Carrying Nathaniel like a mere puppet, Diabolos traversed the room, each step echoing with an ominous resonance. The air crackled with tension as he approached the double bed. With a swift and deliberate motion, Diabolos tossed Nathaniel onto the bed, the impact sending a jolt through his body.

Nathaniel, disoriented and breathless from the encounter, found himself sprawled on the double bed. The room, now a silent witness to this display of dominance, seemed to pulse with an unsettling energy. Diabolos, towering over Nathaniel, cast a shadow that loomed ominously, his enigmatic presence dominating the space. The bed, now a stage for the unfolding drama, bore the weight of Nathaniel's submission to the supernatural force.

Diabolos started to tear Nathaniel's clothes off his body and pulled him closer by his small waist. “Wait.” Nathaniel said, “I'm a virgin… It’s my first time.”

Upon learning the new information that Nathaniel was still a virgin, a sense of satisfaction spread across Diabolos's face, manifesting in an unmistakable grin. "Don't worry; I know what I'm doing," he reassured Nathaniel, his tone carrying a mixture of confidence and a dark amusement. Diabolos shifted his gaze toward the bedside table on his left. "Get that bottle of lube there and one of those condoms," he muttered with a cryptic satisfaction, as if the presence of the table held some significance in the unfolding scene. The room, already thick with tension, seemed to tighten further as Diabolos's attention focused on the impending events.

Nathaniel obediently bent over to retrieve the lube and the condom, carefully gathering them and passing them over to Diabolos. Diabolos, in turn, took the condom from Nathaniel's outstretched hand. With a deft motion, Diabolos tore the condom out of its wrapper, revealing the enticing treat within.

As Diabolos placed the condom on his huge cock, the condom barely clung to his cock momentarily before surrendering to the devouring force. The moment was oddly intimate, the sight of the condom wrapper yielding to Diabolos's powerful uncut cock creating a strange blend of fascination and discomfort in Nathaniel.

Diabolos took Nathaniel by the waist, gently moving his legs apart as if sculpting the space around him. The room seemed to constrict, an unspoken tension hanging in the air as Diabolos drew himself closer to Nathaniel, Diabolos had his cock just at Nathaniel ass he squeezed some of the lube onto his cock and started to slide his cock into Nathaniel ass, A chilling sensation began to spread through Nathaniel's body, a sharp pain tendrillike force weaving its way into every fibre of his being. As the frosty embrace enveloped him, he couldn't suppress a low, guttural moan that escaped his lips. The pain began to intensify, a sharp sting that clawed at his senses, yet paradoxically, an undercurrent of pleasure began to weave through the discomfort.

Suddenly, a Diabolos force slammed into Nathaniel, sending a shiver down his spine as if an icy wind had penetrated deep within him. The abrupt onset of the chilling sensation left him momentarily breathless, a stark contrast to the warmth that had enveloped him just moments before. Nathaniel couldn't suppress a loud whimper, a mix of both pain and pleasure, escaping his lips. The sound echoed through the room, a symphony of conflicting emotions that hung in the air like an ethereal melody.

Diabolos began to escalate the pace, the movements becoming more rapid and intense. "Just relax, boy," Diabolos advised, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "I want you to remember this; I'll always be there every time you get fuck."

Nathaniel felt a peculiar sensation churn in the pit of his stomach as Diabolos cock drew nearer. The unfamiliar emotion stirred within him, akin to the tendrils of a dream weaving through his consciousness. It was a sensation that surpassed any he had encountered before, an ethereal dance between uncertainty and curiosity.

As Diabolos leaned in, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension. Shadows played on the walls, mirroring the intricate choreography of this surreal encounter. Nathaniel, still grappling with the novelty of the sensations coursing through him, found himself captivated by the enigmatic figure before him.

The kiss, when it came, was a collision of worlds. Diabolos's lips, a paradoxical blend of warmth and an otherworldly coolness, met Nathaniel's with an intensity that defied the laws of mortal understanding. The room, now a theatre for this strange interplay, held its breath as the kiss unfolded, each second stretching into a lingering moment.

Sneak Peak Of Chapter 2

"I can still feel him inside of me," Nathaniel called out, a soft tremor in his voice. "Before, I didn't care, but now I can't get enough."

Nathaniel took a deliberate sip of his coffee, the warmth of the liquid doing little to soothe the lingering sensations that echoed through him. His eyes caught the gaze of a young college senior across the cafe, their eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken connection. The young man, rugged and alluring, held Nathaniel's attention. A subtle play of emotions flickered across Nathaniel's features as he bit his lower lip, a gesture that conveyed a silent invitation. The air seemed charged with a newfound desire, as if the encounter with Diabolos had opened a door to a realm of unexplored cravings.