{Trigger warnings: rape, non-con, watersports, filthy descriptions of sex and semen, fantasy elements, mention of human milk, humiliation, dom/sub, mild violence, mind-break, romance.}
"Please... don't do this to me..." the slave boy cried. "I know I shouldn't have withheld energy from you! I apologize! I couldn't entirely control it! I promise, I will give up everything to everyone from now on!"
Marvin wiped a tear from the boy's face with his thumb. They were standing on the edge of a pretty tall slope, in front of a huge hole filled by lake... and something much more sinister lingering below it. Snake like creatures, incredibly long and thick, that were essentially... penises. Hard, veiny, coming in different skin colors, moving on their own. Infinitely long, leaking precum from constant horniness... From the height of the slope, they looked like a pasta in water, ready to be cooked.
"I told you I need to punish you. This is your punishment," Marvin explained in a gentle tone, almost feeling sorry for the slave boy. "Once you fall down, the cocks will pull you deeper, rubbing themselves against you, searching for holes to fill. I would generally suggest you to keep your mouth shut, because these cocks only become disinterested with you if they dump their cum in your ass, but they are too horny not to just rub off using any other hole. The problem is, you will be constantly drowning in the shallow waters of this lake, so most likely you will open your mouth instinctively..."
The young slave fell to his knees, desperately kissing Marvin's feet, weeping.
"Please, Master! Don't do this to me! I beg you, I promise to be good, I will spread the word to never disobey any Masters, just spare me! Please..."
Marvin mercifully lifted his foot in the air to make it possible for the slave boy to respectfully kiss his sole, too.
"You're a cute boy," Marvin said calmly. "If only you showed me this respect before and just gave up, we wouldn't have to be here now. But you didn't..."
"Please, Master!" He grabbed Marvin's legs in despair and clanged to them. "Don't do this to me! I understood my mistake!"
Marvin squatted and gently patted the slave boy's dark hair. He really was a beautiful boy. Marvin forced him to stand and caressed his pretty face, red from crying.
"I won't throw you in there this time," Marvin said in a gentle tone and pinched the pretty boy's chin. "But what you did was unacceptable. Most Masters wouldn't be so merciful."
The boy began crying even harder.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you so much!"
Marvin kissed his lips and then brought the boy into his muscular arms to let him cry and calm down. The boy shivered, wrapped around his chest. Marvin considered branding him with demonic symbols to let other Masters know that this one is on thin ice. But then decided to give him a chance first.
"What's your name?" he asked the boy.
"Slaves like me are not allowed to use names," he answered.
Marvin nodded.
"That's right. Good boy," Marvin praised him and dropped the idea of marking him. "Are you thirsty?" he asked him.
The young man nodded, still having tears in his eyes.
Marvin released him from his arms and stood up. He unbuckled the leather loincloth covering his crotch and grabbed his flaccid penis. The slave boy knelt in front of him and opened his mouth wide. Marvin's warm stream of piss hit the boy's tongue. Slave greedily absorbed everything until Marvin's bladder went completely empty.
"Now rinse your mouth and go serve your betters," Marvin ordered him with a firm look.
"Thank you once again, Master! I will make sure to worship you and your name!" He once again knelt to show respect and then hurried away.
To be honest, Marvin showed huge self-control here. He was tempted to throw the boy in, just to see his delicious desperation and agony, to smirk at him as he's slowly becoming accustomed to his new terrifying reality of cocks wrapping themselves around him like tentacles, pulling him down, filling him, rubbing and cumming. But he would regret this later. Mazelial knew him well. Even if Marvin had his sadistic side, he had a heart.
After he disciplined that boy, he went to visit his friend, who messaged him using one of the slaves some time ago. Sigmund was some kind of a doctor in his mortal life and went to Hell for performing some fucked up human experiments. Marvin actually liked him a lot, he had a bright mind, huge knowledge that he liked sharing and lacked the typical brutality most Masters showed to their slaves. Sigmund still used and abused the boys as everybody else, but similarly to Marvin, done so with purely pragmatic goals in mind.
"What's up, Sigmund? Busy as always, huh?" Marvin gave his friend a little nod, when he entered his little forest, where he had his workshop. Sigmund was surrounded by some steampunk-styled machines. He didn't share the physique of most Masters, Marvin included, being rather on the more skinny side, but was still pretty tall and -- of course -- handsome.
"You took your time to come," Sigmund grinned and they exchanged a handshake.
"What can I say? Busy eternal life."
"I fully relate to your statement. Come with me, I'll show you what I've been working on."
Marvin's interest began decreasing rather quickly, once he understood he was being shown... machines.
"What the Hell is even that?" Marvin asked.
"Marvin, my brother, this pun got really stale pretty much right after you came here the first time..." Sigmund removed some old dirty rag hanging from the tree and showed Marvin six huge, working machines giving out metallic sounds. "This is what I've been working on pretty much since I came here."
The machines were just beds with lots of pipes and cables. Each held an unconscious slave boy. Weird contraptions were placed in their anuses, while their little dicklets were stuck in glass containers with a huge needle inserted into their urethras. They've had clamped nipples, spiky massage rollers placed at their soles and huge cock-shaped objects stuck in their mouths, shoved deep enough to enter their throats. They've also had some kind of helmets on their heads.
"What's this for?" Marvin raised his eyebrows.
"I call them 'extractors'," Sigmund announced with pride. "The boys trapped in them are some of the many sent into coma by the infamous cock of our spectacular soon-to-be-Archdevil, Goliath."
"But they can't regenerate enough energy to even wake up. What do you want to extract from them?"
"This is Mazelial's big concern and a reason for frustration," Sigmund explained, as he noticed that one particular screw needed some additional screwing. "All these boys raped by Goliath just lie there and sleep peacefully until they finally regenerate their soul bone. It's a huge waste, wouldn't you agree?"
"But Mazelial said these soul bones cannot be restored by magic. The only known way is to wait."
"That's correct." Sigmund smiled at his friend. "Please, don't take this as a condescending remark: I'm very impressed by your knowledge about technicalities of Hell. If I've mentioned soul bone to Marcus, all I could expect in return would be a dick joke."
"I can make those, too," Marvin assured with a smirk. "But better explain what you're doing here, before my soul
boner
needs attention."
"You're right, let's do that before I invent a way to die in Hell: from cringe." He paused, awaiting reaction. "How did I do?"
"Honestly, that was pretty mid."
"Whatever. So anyway, these machines are capable of invading these boys' subconscious and connecting them to their bodies in an artificial way. It allows to extract energy directly from their minds and souls by merciless and constant stimulation of their bodies. Energy can be then sent to a Master via this." Sigmund pointed at a much more cozy empty bed with a cock hole and something weird serving as a fleshlight in it. "There are some downsides, however. Master must also be stimulated anally, so that prostate becomes more absorbent. Ah, and the energy extracted this way won't be as huge. But consider that multiple boys can be harvested at once."
Marvin's eyes glowed from interest. A new way to quickly steal energy from the boys? Using this machine, he could build up his own power much quicker and fulfill his goal of becoming an Archdevil. Then, Mazelial would not feel regret any more, for embracing their love. It would be officially Marvin's choice to stay in Hell...
"Sounds amazing," Marvin said and quickly approached the bed with some kind of fleshlight in it. "Let me try it out."
"Uhhh..." Sigmund hesitated. "Don't you think it would be more appropriate for Goliath to try it out? After all, he's the top priority of energy harvest..."
"You will show it to Goliath once you're convinced it's worth a while. You wouldn't want to piss him off, would you?" Marvin asked manipulatively. "Let me be the guinea pig." He looked inside the fleshlight with minimal concerns. "Will I have to stick something in my dick like these poor bastards?" he asked, looking at the boys in coma.
"Of course not. You're a Master. It's designed to be only pleasurable to you."
