Owning The Devil

                                    

                                          
The sky broke into a smile as it presented its laughter in the form rumbling clouds, as if mocking Damien of his helplessness, as if reminding him that once this same sky witnessed a naive's destruction. Oh how the table have turned, now it was Damien who stood helpless, his limbs lying bonelessly at his sides as he watched the seductive routine Liam performed for him. There stood before him an incubus, a symbol of sex, a gift from Aphrodite.  In his epitome of seductive glory Liam stood before him in a peach lingerie. The upper half of his attire was intricately woven with the most delicate thread to enhance his pale flushed complexion. His nipples stood pointed in their glory begging to be mauled, begging to be sucked. The lower half consisted of a patch of cloth covering Liam's private organs. It was sparse but enough to cover what was important, what was deliciously coveted. It was sultry, but true to Liam's shy demeanour, not crude but strangely sexy. 
Liam chewed his lower lips, unsure of Damien's reaction. For he stood like a frozen statue. Only his eyes spoke volumes. He gulped audibly, trying to gauge the enigma in front of him. His nerves fluttered, his hole pulsed begging to be filled. But still he stood straight, proud, alluring in front of Damien's pursuit. He stood still with accelerating breath as the man approached him with slow but steady steps. He laid himself bare to his appraisal, to his lust filled eyed even though goosebumps dotted his skin.
"How can you be so beautiful?" Asked Damien. His voiced laced with awe. His eyes glazed and blown. Dark abyss stared unblinking at the bright orb of light, of life. " I want you." Whispered Damien, his voice deep and husky.
"I know" answered Liam, for once he was calm, however deceptive his reactions might me. He wanted to surrender, he wanted to be owned, he wanted to be fucked into nothing until he forgot his own name. But tonight he was on a mission. And for that he needed to control his heart which already submitted to its owner. 
" I am yours, I want you so much Damien." Said Liam, his voice as a caressing feather, light, sensitive and sensual. For the first time taking charge Liam pushed Damien with his palm resting on Damien's chest guiding him to lie down on the bed. Damien looked at Liam as if hypnotised without blinking staring transfixed at the boy. 
His dance routine was seductive, his aura rivalled the goddess of seduction. His movements fluid as he discarded of the sinful attire. Laid bare in front of his master with his flushed pink cock Liam slowly approached Damien. The pink head of of his cock adored with Pearl like cum, glistening in its glory. Damien bit his tongue until he tasted blood. The desire to lap up the juice was so extreme that he had to clench his fist hard. But Liam was in no hurry to come to him. He had a strange restrain, almost cruel as he turned and picked up a remote. Moments later a seductive music flowed in the room. 'God help me!' Thought Damien as Liam started to sway his hips in a seductive way. His cheeks parted with his planned move showing a glimpse of his pink hole. He brushed his nipples with his nimble fingers and uttered a filthy moan looking directly at Damien, challenging him, mocking him. His cock swayed with him taunting Damien, daring him to taste. It was of no doubt who was in charge, unfortunately it was not Damien.
Liam stood in his naked glory, his garments discarded in casual elegance. He had Damien in his clasp! But what now? Liam had not thought beyond this. He chewed his his plum lower lips, uncertain in front of his captor, whom he captivated without knowing his next move. He had trapped Damien true, but he would never tame the panther. Damien's inherent predatory nature would not let him be dominated. To Damien Liam was a buffet of the most exquisite meal, the most potent drug, the finest liquor. He wanted to devour the boy, lick him all over and drink his cum sucking him dry, to him it was the greatest elixir. With hooded eyes he looked at the unsure boy in front of him and smiled. It was not a gentle smile meant to offer encouragement, it was the smile of Devil as he is, intense dark, spine chilling, nerve tingling And thus Liam was reduced to quivering mess again. But being helpless didn't mean Liam lost, there was so much power in submitting to Damien, such toe curling pleasure that Liam felt as if his soul was transparent to Damien's perusal.
It was Damien's turn to challenge Liam, raising one dark eyebrow Damien crooked his finger beckoning the boy to him. It was a command Liam wouldn't deny, couldn't deny, as his legs already started moving towards his master. His flushed pick cock already leaking precum making a mess of the dark carpet. He tried to hold himself, tried to take some control. After all it was his stage, he was the director. But unfortunately his baser instincts demanded to be taken, to be owned, to be claimed. But.... But.... He needed to be strong, he needed to prove..... what! What did he need to prove? He was not sure anymore. His base instincts wanted to submit to the man in front of him. Oh the pleasure of submission, oh! The pleasure of submitting willingly! His erect cock was evidence of his submission, of his surrender. He was truly owned. And this was something Liam didn't regret, cause he was Damien's, and on his own terms!
But that was not all, as Liam looked at the hungry expression of his captor he realised that he was not the only one who surrendered but he was successful in owning the man who was enigma to all. The cold bastard had surrendered himself to one Insignificant boy! Liam was definitely Damien's slave, but in turn he owned the Devil as well.
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