I awoke to the familiar sound of molten lava. I pulled myself off of my rough 'bed' of straw, my cock stiff from morning wood. Rubbing the grunge from my eyes, I wearily walked out of my pathetically small room. Haug, a blue-skinned 2nd level demon, who's my keeper for the week, walked up to me with his usual look of content. Standing face to face, his piercing blue gaze cut into me like a dagger and I found it hard to keep looking, but hiding fear was what I was best at.
"You know the drill, Duro, get to work. This is my last day watching you; I'm going to be busy elsewhere, and I don't want to hear any word of you stepping out of line." He brought his hand and cupped my chin, his nails dug softly into my flesh, leaned closer, and whispered "Or I'll make sure that your life is more than the hell it already is. Understood?" I nodded silently. "Good." and a satisfied malice he removed his hand and walked off, making sure to scratch me slightly, leaving a small cut; a mark of his dominance.
The reason Haug was so particular about me behaving, is that he despised having to keep me for a week, and so broke the keeping laws in dis contempt. When the 3rd levels found out, they were not pleased. One more slip-up, they had said, and he'd be giving figurative demotion, effectively making him a 1st level, and just as pushed around and abused. If it was found out he wasn't watching me today, he'd meet this punishment, but considering what he had done to the 1st level which had blabbed to the 3rd levels about his behaviour, it was probably better to keep my head down and stay quiet today.
As I walked along the brimstone path to the Hill of Torment, I was greeted by the usual sights, sounds and smells. 1st levels flitted and crawled passed me, on wings and legs respectively, and I passed the rooms of many 2nd level demons. Although it was tempting, I averted my eyes from the room of Thaur, who as always was fucking the same demon he always did. He was unlike the other demons, and he and the one he always was fucking (whose name I don't know) seemed to have a connection. Of all the horny 2nd levels, he was the one I wanted to have sex with the most, and sadly probably the only one I hadn't had sex with. As I walked by his pounded his hard, red meat into the welcoming ass of the other, green, demon (...not that I was looking or anything...).
I approached near to the Hill of Torment to see it through the mist, and also Uturg standing at the base. I could always sympathise slightly with Uturg, of all the possible visages he could've been hatched with, he had done so as an anthropomorphic boar. I knew more than one 2nd level that laughed behind his back, but it was always behind his back because he housed incredible strength, and a fury to match. Either way, he was one of the kind demons (kind in comparison to other 2nd levels, anyway).
With a snort and a flick of the head I was directed to my boulder, which I'd have to carry up the hill and back down. I picked up the boulder and began to carry it. Usually, this was only reserved as a punishment for those who misbehaved, but because I was a human, and treated like crap as a result, I had to do it every day (which doesn't mean much because there's no night or day here, and I'm the only one who sleeps). Another reason I have to do it is because, as Vaulandu put it "We don't want the fuck puppet to get chubby." The effects of such labour had shown, and I had produced a huge amount of muscle mass considering how little I was fed. Demons are almost always born muscular, and since they don't require to eat and their bodies are much more easier to maintain than humans, their physique stays the same throughout their lifespan.
Luckily, I had been given a surprisingly light boulder today, and I was almost at the top. My mind wandered and I started to think of Thaur. My morning wood had gone down awhile ago, but my erection started to return. I envied demons in this respect, their penises remained retracted until they were hard, and they only got hard when they had sex (which they did a lot, anyway). It's embarrassing seeing demons having sex (which is done openly and widely here) and popping a boner, even when I don't feel like sex (I don't a lot because I'm coerced into it a lot normally). Annoyingly, when the other demons see I've got a hard one, they use it as an excuse (like they need one) to fuck me.
I reached the bottom of the hill and saw Uturg moaning in pleasure as a 1st level gremlin sucked him off, a puny winged creature, as all gremlins were. I cleared my throat and Uturg noticed me. "Oh, great. You're free to go." he absent-mindedly muttered, waving me away with one hand and pushing the gremlin's head down with the other.
I returned to my room, stopping to drink some lava from the lake on my way. I suppose you could say it's my water down here. The demons said the reason I could drink it is because it's not actual lava, it just looks like it. It doesn't matter to them, because they don't need to drink, but they sometimes use it like a hot tub or fuck underwater (or underlava, if you'd prefer).
As always, a bowl of food was in my room upon return. Mushy white goo which tasted horrible, but then I had never eaten anything else, so I was used to it. I wolfed it down and proceeded to the observation area.
I collapsed onto one of the uncomfortable stone chairs, lay back and closed my eyes. It was only half a minute till I heard someone approaching me. I knew what would happen, but I kept my eyes closed anyway. They didn't even bother saying anything, and merely flung me over their shoulder and carried me to a corner of the room. I opened my eyes and saw it was Baet, a heavy-set green demon with small white horns coming out from his head and various piercings on his nose and nipples.
I winced as he ran his hand through my black hair and leant close, licking my face. I felt my cock harden for the third time that day and my ass started to lubricate itself (a trait which I shared with the demons, they said it was because I've lived here all my life). Baet was far larger than me, so I didn't have to crouch as I leant forward to lick his nipple, allowing my tongue to flick in and out of the ring piercing. He looked down with a hard expression and I slowed worked my way down.
Baet's penis was larger than mine, and mine is surprisingly large for a human. I slipped my tongue beneath his foreskin, and circled it round his juicy green knob. I stopped to peel it back and began to suck on it softly. Baet was not one to take things slow, and soon brought his hand down on my head. I obliged and worked my way down the shaft. I couldn't take the whole thing, but I managed a considerable amount, and he left me to work it on my own again.
I ran my tongue over his veins and he groaned in pleasure. I took the end of his penis in my hand and slowly worked my way back up, and then down again. The hand returned and pushed my head down as far as it would go, causing me to gag and my eyes to water slightly. He let go and I rushed up for air. I was brought back down by his hand and pushed up and down, ever quickening. Once again I was pushed as far as I could go and held there and with a loud groan he released his seed. Demons make a huge amount, and I had to force his hand off to stop myself from choking. Even after I had taken my head off, he still continued to shoot loads into my mouth and all over my face. When he was done he made me lick the sperm still on his penis.
I was pulled up by my hair and he licked his sperm off my face, savouring it slowly. It ended with a long kiss with his sperm going back and forth in our mouths. He flashed an evil grin and ruffled my hair before walking off. Of course, he hadn't finished me off, but not many of the demons bothered. I walked back to the chairs and slumped down again. Weth was beside me, watching his next victim through a seer orb.
You're probably wondering what I mean by "victims." Basically, the purpose of demons is to create fear and hatred among men. They do this by taking men in their sleep to their dimension and raping them. Sometimes they'll also maim and kill them, but they don't die. They return to the human world and forget all that happened, and their body returns to as it was. But the fear and emotions that were planted in them remain, and like seeds of evil, cause horrible effects (how do you think Hitler became so messed up?). Demons will be assigned every now and then and will be given time to watch and study them, so they know just how to get to them best. And this dimension of demons is the one I've lived in my whole life as a human. A fuck puppet. Amusement to demons in-between work. A toy.