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M x m Emasculation , sissification , mind control , hypnosis , master slave

Description: A young man named Lucas is called by a dark evil force – the evil force wants what an evil force always wants, submission, utter control, a slave, a seed. Submission is the only answer to the demands this necrotic power wants of him.

Tags: Verbal Abuse, Emasculation, Degradation, Sissification, Gay, Yaoi, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Masturbation, JOI, Master, Slave, Corruption

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In the late hours of the night, Lucas was jolted awake by a voice that echoed in his head. He felt the presence of someone else in his room, yet he could not turn his head to see who had loomed in the darkness with him. He attempts to open his mouth to call out to his parents for help, but all he could do was sit and stare at the ceiling.

“Rise, and leave thy shelter,” a sinister voice rings out into his mind. Lucas’s feet begin to move on their own, against his own will. An unknown force appears to take hold of his body as if he was sleepwalking. His eyes widened as he watched helplessly as his body moved its way quietly through his home. He approaches the front door of his home and his hands pull the door open.

Lucas feels the being digging through his mind with grotesque fingers. His heart races as he slowly walks down the dirt path that leads to a looming forest from behind his home. Where am I going? This has to be a dream, he thinks to himself as his steps crunch in the gravel and dirt.

He moved at a consistent pace while being completely entranced. The voice he had heard begins to encourage him, speaking to his subconscious.

“Continue down the path. Follow my guidance, boy,” the voice sounds in his mind. It felt as if his own thoughts were being hijacked by this otherworldly presence. Lucas obeyed and continued walking further and further into the forest. The trees became denser and denser; the further he traveled, the more the treeline obscured the moonlight. Despite this, he felt as if he knew exactly where to go.

A feeling of familiarity swells in him as he steps over fallen branches and dodges roots that jutted from the ground. He continued walking throughout the forest, occasionally taking turns seemingly at random. After what felt like hours, a structure slowly appears in his line of sight.

Lucas’s mouth opens in awe as he approaches the white building. It was an abandoned church, which was easy to determine from the broken steeple. The building was covered in vines and overgrowth from nearby flora. A combination of fear and wonder washes over him as the wooden steps of the church groan beneath his feet. He reaches out and touches his hand on the rusted door knob that hung from a rotten wooden door.

“Go ahead, enter. Satisfy that curiosity that burns within you,” the voice whispers to him. Lucas gives a tiny nod and opens the door with a shaking hand. He didn’t feel any sense of danger and the voice seemed to soothe his worries.

He enters the building and walks inside, his curiosity peaking. As he makes his way down the assembly of overturned pews, the voice whispers in his ear.

“Ignore the mess. Something is waiting for you in the basement. The door is to the left, should you fancy indulging in more exploration.” Lucas doesn’t hesitate and makes his way toward the black door. He feels more confident in his steps as if he was in control of his movements once more; Unbeknownst to him, the supernatural presence had simply given him the illusion of free choice.

A wooden staircase covered in cobwebs and dust greets him behind the door. The smell of death and decay wafts from the dark depths. Lucas trudges down the stairs, regardless of the scent. The air grew colder as he continued his journey, dropping the more he descended. As he reaches the concrete floor of the church he is met with an open space that was adorned with what appeared to be hundreds of bones.

Fear begins to pulse through his veins as his eyes scan the room. The room had an overwhelming stench. It smelled like meat and feces had been left to dry out in the sun in an enclosed space. His stomach churns at the sight of seeing so many human remains.

Some of the skulls that scattered the ground had bits of flesh still on them. Many of the bones were various shades of ivory. Some of them looked quite fresh as if they had been left there just a few months ago.

His eyes adjust to the darkness and he notices that the pile of bones is towered by another mass of bones. The mass of bones had been craftily arranged into a makeshift throne. The sight of the throne wasn’t what caused him to gasp. It was what was sitting on it.

Slumped over the throne was a corpse that looked like it was just dug out of a fresh grave. It was covered with flesh that had rotted in various places that exposed its disgustingly brown bones. Lucas attempted to avoid eye contact with the eyeless sockets of the corpse, but he couldn’t resist occasionally glancing at it.

The voice returns to the forefront of his consciousness and it begins to give him orders. “Show your respect, boy. Bow down,” it hissed in his mind.

Lucas’s legs felt like jelly and he fell to his knees obediently. His head suddenly feels heavy, as if an invisible hand was forcing his head towards the ground. He lowers his head and places his forehead on the dusty concrete. It looked as if he was bowing toward the corpse.

The presence that he had felt in his room early grew stronger. He no longer felt as if he were alone in the room. Some other being was here, unseen in the dark crypt. The presence began to call out to him, the voice actually echoing out in the room.

“Remove all that binds you to this reality. Leave nothing but your underwear,” the voice commands. Lucas obediently removes his shirt and pants while attempting to remain bowed. The cold air burns his skin, digging beyond his flesh and chilling his bones. He dares not to complain or show weakness despite the discomfort.

“Pull your cock and balls out, boy. Show me your pathetic manhood,” the voice says. Lucas shakily obliges the order, unsure of the consequences should he disobey. He reaches down towards his white underwear and pulls his genitals through the front flap of his underwear. Almost instantly after he accomplishes this task, demonic laughter booms off of the basement walls.

“You call that a cock? Out of all of the dicks that I’ve seen, that has to be the saddest excuse for a penis I’ve ever witnessed. Surely you must have more to offer? Stroke it then.”

Lucas feels the sting of embarrassment in response to the cruel remarks. He hesitates to stroke his small shriveled penis due to the stress that the being had put upon him. Tears well in his eyes as he feels his hand starts to stroke his cock, against his own will. He uses only three fingers to do so, as the girth of his penis is minuscule.

He takes his hand and rubs it from the base of his cock toward its tip. He doesn’t have far to go, as his cock is quite small. The cold of the air in the room proves it difficult to produce an erection, but obeying his new master's commands gives him some new sort of pleasure. He obeys and strokes his cock until he is fully erect, albeit it only being three inches at full mast. He can hear maniacal laughter in his mind.

“Keep going. Do not disappoint me, boy. Your cock can’t seriously be that small, can it?” The voice burns in Lucas’s mind, adding more stress to the strange act he performs. He obediently continues to stroke his cock. He attempts to clear his mind to focus on the task at hand, which becomes increasingly more difficult as the voice judges him harshly.

“Might as well keep going then. Go ahead. Go all the way. I want to see your seed spout from your tiny dick,” the voice says, now increasing in volume. Lucas’s face grows hot as he increases the intensity of his strokes. He grips his small penis more tightly, trying his best to get a full erection. He feels less pressure and is filled with determination. He didn’t want to displease his new master.

“You humans are such easy prey. I love watching your kind squirm under the least amount of influence. You are weak, just like every other disgusting cockroach that roams this planet.” Disdain is carried out through the demonic voice. He can feel the voice sifting through his mind as he breathes heavily while he strokes his penis, which, fully erect, is still embarrassingly small.

“I demand you to not disappoint me, as all others have. But I know that you offer me nothing to please me. You are no different than the dirt you kneel upon. Regardless of how hard you stroke, you know that you are still nothing exceptional,” The voice rings out. Its words sting Lucas’s mind. His heart pains him as the demonic voice rings out all of his insecurities.

Tears begin to stream from Lucas’s face as he continues stroking. What if the voice is right, he thinks to himself. What if I am just worthless? If I was more of a man, wouldn’t I be able to leave at my own will? Why am I doing this?

The demonic laughter returns. The being reaches into Lucas’s mind and extracts these insecure thoughts. Although Lucas is nearly naked, he feels more exposed knowing that this being can read his mind. He feels violated and disgusted.

“Fool. You lack confidence. Your mind screams to me its weaknesses as many other men have before. You, humans, are all prisoners of your own mind. I’m doing you a mercy by forcing you to face the horrendous reality that has been given to you.” The words sting inside his mind. Lucas attempts to hide his sobs. He wants to stop and go back home. He wants to wake up from this nightmare. This has to be just a dream, right?

Lucas can feel more pressure building in his groin. He was getting closer to climaxing. He assumed that this would end once he orgasmed. Inspired by a possible way to break free of this demon’s spell, he increases the intensity and veracity of his masturbation. His cock, a mere three inches of flesh, spouts droplets of precum.

“I see new vigor in your soul, boy. But do not think that it will be enough to satisfy me. Your efforts are useless. You cannot redeem yourself in my eyes. You are nothing to me. You think I value a single disgusting human’s existence?”

Lucas shakes his head in defiance, yet in his heart, he becomes convinced of the demon's words. He was going to die one day and he would be forgotten. He would never live up to anything. He lets out a sob as he continues to obey the spiteful spirit’s demands.

It can’t be true, he’s lying, Lucas thinks. He attempts to fight back against the hurtful words of his master, but he fails to convince himself of his own self-worth.

“Oh, but you can’t even deny it, boy. You know that deep within your heart, you know that you are worthless. You are blessed with my presence. You should be more grateful that I am here doing you a service, despite the hatred for you and your kind that burns within me”. The voice felt as if it was swimming around the rim, circling Lucas while he pumped his small cock vigorously.

Completely defeated, Lucas continues to stroke himself, increasing in speed, attempting to prove the voice wrong. “I’ll please my master,” he speaks out timidly. He finds a strange pleasure in this engagement. He feels warmth growing inside of him as he continues his task.

“Very well. Continue stroking for me then. Show me what that little cock has to offer.”

“Yes, master,” Lucas continued to rub his cock much faster, “I’ll do anything that you command. I am your pathetic human slave.”

“Think of all of the times you have disappointed others. Think of all of your failures. Think of where you are now, worm. You are alone, only to be graced by my presence. No one else even misses your disappearance.”

A soft moan leaves Lucas’s lips as he continues stroking. He has come to peace with his circumstances and is strangely comfortable submitting to the demonic presence.

“You will make up for centuries of failures. You will atone for every maggot that calls themselves mankind. Slow your stroking. Do not cum until I command you to!” The voice sounds more powerful than before. What started as a whisper has now crescendoed into a bellowing roar.

“I’ll do anything my master asks of me,” Lucas sheepishly says. His hand slows and the feeling of an orgasm slowly dissipates. He fights back the carnal desire to continue stroking, but he dares not to disappoint his new lord.

“I know you want to be released, but you will do as I say. Beg me. Convince me to allow you to enjoy the honor of cumming before your master.”

“I want to please you, master. I am worthless. I am not worthy of your presence. I want to cum for you as my ruler. I want you to be pleased with my load. Please master, please let me cum,” Lucas pleads. His voice is feminine and cracks occasionally from his meek personality.

“I’m not yet convinced, boy. Remove your hand from thine body. You are not yet worthy of orgasm. You disgust me.”

Lucas feels another sting of pain in his chest as the demon's words cut into his heart. He begins to sob more frequently as he lets go of his throbbing, small cock. He begins to plead with the demon again.

“Please! I’ll do anything to be able to cum. I need it,” Lucas nearly shouts. “I am your good little slave. I’ll be a good boy and do as you ask!”

“Your groveling pleases me. It always brings me euphoria to see another human suffer. You are naught but a sniveling little child. Go ahead then, continue stroking.” The demon’s voice is spotted with a small amount of pleasure.

Lucas resumes his masturbation, satisfying the knotting feeling that had been growing in his balls. He lets out a sigh of relief and he thanks the voice for giving him permission to continue his lewd act.

The demonic presence grows stronger in the room as if the shadows that dance around the bones of the deceased were growing darker. Lucas feels as if someone is standing just in front of him, towering above him and judging his every action.

“Boy. You have failed as a man. Look at you. Look where you are. You offer nothing to those in this world. What of your mother? What would she say about you being in this position?”

Lucas thinks about how his widowed mother would disown him should she discover his sins. She was a religious woman, yet here her son is, masturbating for a demon.

“Furthermore, I knew of your father as well. He was certainly hung more than you. His cock was much less pathetic than yours. He’d be ashamed, would he still be around.”

Lucas wept as he continued stroking. Despite all of the verbal abuse, his cock still stood proudly while he continued masturbating. He sped his hands up as he felt closer and closer to climax. He silently hoped that his master would let him orgasm, as resisting the urge would become even more difficult.

“Are you close, Lucas? Are you going to cum for me? Beg for it and I may be generous to allow you to feel pleasure.”

Lucas’s face grew hot as he knew that he was on the brink of orgasm. More precum was dripping out of his cock, which lubricated his cock and made each stroke all the more satisfying.

“Please master, I’m so close to cumming. I want to cum so badly, please,” he begs. His legs were shaking as he continued his intense stroking. He felt the presence in front of him inch closer to him the more he pleaded.

“Lucas, am I your master? Do I own your soul until the last star in the sky dies?” The demonic voice beckoned Lucas further.

“Yes master, I am your slave. You own me. Please, master, I am so close, I’m going to cum soon and I can’t last much longer!”

Powerful demonic laughter blasts from all directions. “Perfect. Very well, Lucas, I will allow you cum. Go ahead and cum for me, you pathetic waste of life. You are as significant as the dust that flies through space,” the demon’s voice booms out. Lucas had felt the being grow in strength significantly since they had met. He was sure that this demon was standing in front of him, watching over him with a condescending stare, eager to catch any mistakes.

Lucas lets out a whimper and a high-pitched moan as he reaches climax. His cock spurts out three streams of thick cum, and a tiny cloud of steam emits from the translucent puddle. He pants and feels an unseen power shove his face harder into the ground. His head faces the cold concrete, unable to move. He feels the demonic voice laugh in his mind.

“Excellent work, slave. You’ve done as I commanded and now our bond is permanent. You’ll be my plaything until the end of time. Now… Look upwards.”

Lucas obeys his master and suddenly is filled with fear. His eyes meet with the skull of the skeleton that had once sat on the throne. The jaw moves in sync with the laughter he hears in his head. Lucas’s eyes widened as he felt his very existence begin to decay. He looks down to see his body slowly fading to dust and he falls unconscious, dissolving at a rapid rate. The room is left empty, save for Lucas's skeleton remains and the throne of bone.