I really should have known better – Non- Fiction

Writer: DevilsPleasures

Subject: I really should have known better

Link: BDSMLR / 12.05.2021 / Posted by DevilsPleasures

I really should have known better

I really should have known better but i had been blinded by my pathetic and always present horniness. my friends had told me i would have the best sex of my life through membership in the “Portal”. Now i realized that all of this was a ploy by one of the most powerful “demons in Hell” to recruit more slaves for his harem.

The demon was his nickname. He used it for his appearence in social bdsm media. Somehow it intrigued me then.

Now it all scared me to death. Combined with the size of his body and the minotaur mask he was wearing he made me feel weak, inferior, like defeated prey.

When i realized my situation in full it was too late. All my fighting and resisting had been of no effect as he was far taller and stronger than me.

Abducted by one of the most powerful slave traders i knew i would never return home to my previous live.

i would be a slave from now on. a white slave. A harem slave – as long as he decided to keep me in his harem – then to be sold by him as livestock to whoever would be attracted by what he would then have left of me. Or worse if there would be no buyer then.

My new owner entered the dungeon where i was restrained to a wooden cross. Without a word, the muscular demon grabbed my cock. For him it was just his new toy’s cock. His cock from now on. As he saw me as his property now.

The firm touch through the demon’s hand caused my flaccid cock to instantly get hard.

Why? i did not want that! „i am not gay!“ i wanted to shout. „Leave me! Don’t dare touch me!“ i was desperate to shout but i remained silent.

Not only that, i felt as if i had been edging for hours- i was so extremely desperate to cum, just from the one touch of that bastard!

The demon then began whipping me. Each strike from the whip was extremely painful, but somehow it also caused even more sensations right in my leaking cock. This whipping covered my whole body. It continued for hours on end, i was costantly screaming in pain and desperation and sometimes it felt like a mix of pain and pleasure.

The demon removed his loincloth, releasing his enormous, powerful cock. He stroked it slowly, teasing it to full hardness as he growled in pleasure. The sight of his shaft scared me to death. It was so enormous. He will tear me apart with this i thought and i began to writhe in my shackles. All i wanted was get away, get out of here and run away from him.

He brought my cross into a horizontal position and then, without warning, he plunged his cock into my ass and began fucking me. I was being fucked on the cross like a piece oc meat. I begged him to stop, started crying. It was a hard, rough fuck- despite all the pain, gear and humiliation i was being right on the edge and ashamed by myself when realizing how desperate to cum i was. But the pain from having a nearly 17 iches long pole buried to the hilt in my ass prevented me from even leaking out my load.

He roared in pleasure as he released his seed into me, his new slave. But he wasn’t done claiming me, yet.

The cross was being erected again.

He took a hot branding iron, fashioned after his sigil. He placed the brand on the spot below my abs, just over the root of my cock. The pain again was causing me to cry out as the hot iron burned the sigil into my flesh. Satisfied that the brand was fully burned into my skin, the demon started stroking his cock again. He released another load, right onto the sigil on my body.

This was the moment when i realized that i had met my determination. And realizing this pushed me, a new slave, just over the edge, but just barely.

My cock twitched, and my load began dribbling out of my cock, frustratingly slowly.

It took almost two minutes for the load to finish dripping out, leaving me just as horny as i was before.

Tears ran down my face when i realized that my body betrayed me, that i fully accepted my new rank in this world. It was embarressing, humiliating and i was more feeling ashamed than anytime before in my life.

I looked at him, then lowered my head and my eyes rested on his cock. The view of this enormous shaft scared me again but my cock started to grow erect again.

.„i am slave“ i whispered.

My arms and legs were fully outstretched and the ropes were already cutting into my wrists and ankles. I couldn’t move at all. I felt like suspended meat. My cock was exposed and I was gapingly open. I’d never felt so naked. Or so defenseless.

Or so humiliated. Or so alive.