The rain never quit, it just shifted from a downpour to a pathetic drizzle, the kind that clings to your skin and feel like regret. Every instinct screamed at me like every damn priest in every town I’d ever lived in. But here I was, standing in the middle of nowhere, the chalk-white symbol of the summoning still smeared on the ground, and the Devil with a voice like bruised velvet was laughing at me.
"Took you long enough, pretty boy," he'd drawled, stepping out from the gloom. He smelled like the bottom of a cesspool, and I fucking loved it.
I hadn’t exactly laid out the whole damn thing in my invocation, that pathetic, desperate plea for… pleasure. I wanted the humiliation, the absolute, gut-wrenching degradation. I wanted to suck his cock, alright? And he was perfectly fucking okay with it.
"You want to taste my shame, then you gotta let me taste yours," he’d said, his crimson eyes already glinting with a wicked amusement. The whole thing had started as a fucked-up, selfish wish, and now I was here, willingly drowning in the Devil's trap .
We started with the shit, of course. It was a disgusting, wet, warm thing that he shoved into my waiting maw. He didn’t even bother to keep it discreet, just let me fucking gorge myself on his waste. It tasted like the worst regret I'd ever known, and I wanted more.
"More, slut," he commanded, his voice a low, brutal caress. "Don’t fight you can't. You want to feel the bottom of the pit, you gotta let me push you there."
He began to fuck my ass, with a viciousness that made my teeth ache. He didn't go gentle. Each thrust was a deliberate, agonizing violation, and the shit smeared across his cock, sticking to it like a fucking brand. I cried out, a choked, desperate sound that he seemed to relish.
Every damn movement was an assault, every fucking word a fresh wound. It was the most exquisite torture, and I was begging for it.
"I want you to suck your own shit, pretty boy," he purred, his hot breath on my ear.
It was one of the hottest fucking thing I'd ever done. I shoved the vile filth into my mouth, gagging, choking. It tasted like the Devil himself, and as I swallowed it down, a dark, shameful pleasure bloomed in my throat.
The next few weeks were a blur. We fucked in the rain, in the dark. He used paddles, he choked me until my vision darken. He told me exactly what a pathetic, fucking whore I was, every damn insult dripping with contempt and a strange kind of fucking lust.
"You’re nothing but a pretty boy with a dirty mouth and a pathetic need for shit," he’d sneer, his long, fucking cock burying itself in my asshole. "I fuck you to fuck you, little slut."
I was a mess, covered in filth, begging for it. He reveled in it. It was like he was feeding off my shame, drinking it down until I was hollow and empty.
One night, he let me have a mirror. I looked at the reflection of my own fucked-up face, the eyes, the slick shit smeared across the face, and there was a strange kind of… satisfaction. It was disgusting, horrifying, but it was also… awesome.
"Look at that shit on your face, pretty boy," he breathed. "You're a fucking wreck. You love it, don't you? You crave the filth, the degradation. You want to be nothing but my fucking slut."
I didn't deny it. Fuck no, I didn't deny it. My whole world was about him now, about the shit, the humiliation, and this monstrous pleasure that I couldn’t stop.
"You belong here now, boy. Forever. You are my possession, a whore for my every whim."
He held me down as he used my ass until my cock was throbbing with a agony I never knew existed. He denied my orgasm for who knows how long time.
He shoved more his shit into my mouth, and then he began to fuck my face. Every fucking movement was a humiliation, and I let him have it.
I was his. He owned every part of me.
And as the rain kept falling, and the Devil's laughter filled the air, I knew I was damned. Forever. And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what I wanted.
"Now fuck your ass with this dildo made of shit, pretty boy. You want to cum? Then use it as your fuck-toy until it melted and go out of you truth your mouth. Then you will cum..."
