Devoured

Tw: non con, abuse, please skip if its not your forte

Liam was trapped, physically but his mind was captivated within a barbed cell. A cell where his innocence was abused repeatedly. He wanted to escape that prison, he wanted to fly away like a white dove offered for peace. But his horrified mind was incarcerated much before his body. So when Damien approached him he was trapped within his own troubled self. He stood shock still as the predator easily captured the vulnerable prey.

"You are mine to play with Liam, mine to fuck, mine to punish, mine to break. You sleep when I say so, you eat when I offer, you piss when I allow, you get to cum when I give you the permission" declared Damien with hell fire in his eyes.

"Do you get it boy?" Damien asked painfully grabbing a handful of Liam's hair. "Henceforth your only answer will be yes Damien. Do you get it?" He asked again.

"Yes Damien." Whimpered Liam through pain.

"Cool" shrugged the Devil. "Now let's discuss your punishment, shall we?"

"Y..yes Damien"

Liam felt himself lifted as Damien carried him easily through three flight of stairs, walking through the long empty corridors, through multiple doors as Liam remained stiffly still in his arms.

Damien didn't bring him to his usual bedroom which he was used to and which he somewhat accepted as his temporary sanctuary. Instead he was carried to an entirely different part of the mansion.

The walls were creepy, paints peeled off, lights low and flickering. But Liam couldn't bring himself to utter a single sound to enquire.

Beep beep beep beep, he heard the electrical sound as another noise alerted his mind, a sound of a door opening.

"Welcome to the Red Room" said Damien huskily licking Liam's ear lobes. Shuddering Liam clasped Damien's shirt with his both hands. He felt vulnerable, tired and disoriented.

He surveyed the room with timid, tired eyes. The room was huge and opulent. The most distinguishing feature being the huge bed at the centre of the room. The bed sheets were blood red and neatly spread. The left side of the walls were adorned with gory pictures of mutilation, blood and sodomy. The whole room was bathed in soft red light.

Liam unconsciously grasped Damien and clutched his shirt collar with both of his hand as his frightened orbs surveyed the surroundings. He gasped when his eyes fell on the right wall of the room. In a glass showcase there were every types of torture equipments from whips, to canes to cattle prods. There were few sinister looking instruments of which Liam didn't have a single clue but his brain alerted him that they would be indeed painful for him.

I don't belong here, dad will come and take me away. Liam started murmuring as he tiredly rested his head on Damien's shoulders. Damien stroked Liam's back sensuously. His fingers paying attention to his every muscle, every bones, every part of the boy's clothed skin.

He adjusted Liam in his lap as he sat himself on the bed with Liam's soft vulnerable body still in his arms. Damien looked at the beautiful fragile boy in his arms. Liam…Liam. Oh Liam! How could you be so beautiful? You have no right to be so tempting. Damien watched Liam's trembling pink, slightly swollen lips, his closed eyelids with long curled lashes, his flustered cheeks, his slender neck.

He slowly started to unbutton his T-shirt facing no defence from Liam. He exposed his slender shoulder and marvelled at the flawless skin and it's softness as he sunk his razor sharp teeth in Liam's right collarbone.

"Nnnghhh! Aaah!" Liam uttered a pained shuddering breath.

Oh hell! Thought Damien. The boy's each reaction however trivial went straight to Damien's cock. He didn't want to be subtle anymore as he harshly dropped Liam's tired body on his bed.

"I will devour you Liam, you will learn to please me for as long as I want. You will be my whore, your body will be my playpen." Said Damien with heavy breath. "Do you understand?"

"Nnnoooohh! No oh!" Liam sniffed. Tears blinded his eyes, snot covered his face and made it difficult for him to draw breathe through clogged nose.

"Very well darling, I am yet to teach you to obey" said Damien, all the previous humour left his conduct. His eyes blood red, his lips curled into devilish smirk as he approached Liam with a length of extension cord in his right hand.

Without a warning he whirled Liam's body on his stomach his back exposed at the mercy of the devil. Without further ado Damien tore Liam's T-shirt off his body, Liam shivered as the chilly air of the cooling machine hit his bare back.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! Damien kept on hitting Liam with the extension cord with his full strength. 10, 15, 20, 30....it kept on going and going as the abused boy shrieked and thrashed unable to escape from the satan's stronghold.

Blood slowly dripped from the torn skin, as Liam felt his consciousness ebbing away. But Damien was the master of craft. He wouldn't let his precious boy escape so quickly. Whenever Damien felt Liam wanted to slip into darkness he came up with devious method to shock the boy awake.

Liam shuddered again as he felt Damien's cigarette bud burning his inner thigh. He felt his blessed darkness slipping away as Damien burned him with lighter setting his scarce pubic hair alight. Pain, oh the pain the boy felt, gasping, shuddering making him difficult to draw breath.

Damien was ferocious. He wanted to keep this boy. And this foolish creature needed to understand there was no escaping him. Liam is mine, he is mine, he is mine alone, thought Damien as he engulfed Liam's tender soft penis in his warm salivating mouth.

"Mmmm!" Damien relished Liam's organ as he sucked it with vigour feeling the soft bundle of muscles slowly hardening in his mouth. He slurped and sucked and twirled his tongue while holding Liam firmly in his grasp.

Liam had long given up fighting. He had been in Damien's grasp for more than three hours. He had been bitten, burned and whipped. His body refused to cooperate anymore. He felt a strange sensation building in his lower abdomen as Damien sucked his cock. He clenched his fist in order to control his natural bodily reaction while Damien was determined to draw an orgasm out of him.

I don't want this, I cannot want this, Liam thought helplessly as his body refused to cooperate. He came brilliantly, shuddering, moaning softly, shocked by his first orgasm in the mouth of his rapist. His body still trembled in aftershocks as he watched Damien cleaning and squeezing the last drop of his cum with his tongue looking intently into his eyes.

"You taste better than I expected Liam, I cannot get enough of you." Said Damien giving his over stimulated cock one last lick.

"Now it's my turn baby" declared Damien as he stood towering over his petite soft body.

In another part of the city Luke Desmond received a call from a private number. Accepting the call he listened intently.

"It's taking more time than I initially anticipated.

Yes... almost.... Be patient... I am almost in".

After hanging up the call he intently looked at the phone lost in his thoughts. He was playing a dangerous game. His opponent sinister and cunning. But he couldn't afford to loose. He wouldn't loose he said to himself.