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It started like any other day.

The first thing he felt when waking up was a hoof kicking on his gut. He recoiled out of instinct and pain, but mostly out of habit. And out of habit he sucked it up and got up. He kept his head down, staring at the hooves that had attacked him, not daring to look up until a squeal-like grunt reached his ears. Slowly, warily even, he raised his head, his tired eyes taking in every inch of the body in front of him: the leathery gray skin of a pair of strong, muscular legs, the prominent hairy gut and the large chest he had found himself groping and squeezing out of order from, leading to a pair of thick arms; and, as he noted in the back of his mind, an iron kilt under which rested the slowly hardening length that he found himself craving. And atop all of it the sneering head of a boar looked down at him with shining yellow eyes and a breath of hot air seeping from between the tusks. It was the body of the Grom, the legendary giant; a body he had come to know in extreme detail as of late. But it wasn't the Grom who looked down at him.

"You look mighty fine today," Gruagach said in his usual deep and morbid tone. A time ago now he had been a powerful fairy, capable of changing his form as he pleased. But for a while now he had been trapped in the body of this boar-like monstrosity, devoid of his once terrifying power and reduced to nothing but brute force and the high level of cunning he had developed with the years. He had long grown used to it, and in some ways had come to enjoy the giant's body; he had to admit that it had its little perks, like the fear that his brimming muscles inspired on those who looked at him, or the rich moans that elicited his late nights playing with his rather generous endowment. Yet the memory of his imprisonment in such a vile form still weighed in his soul, like a bitter taste forever lingering in his tongue, all caused by the very same creature that now stood in front of him.

Hellboy, the demon that once fought against the forces of the supernatural to defend the world from them was now a shadow of his former self. His massive red-skinned frame remained the same as it had always been, powerfully built to fight against the forces that threatened the human world; from his bulky arms to his broad shoulders and chest, it was more than evident that the demon had spent more than a few hours of his long life in the gym. At some point Gruagach had considered starving the demon, letting his body slowly decay until a single breeze could break him apart, but he had surprisingly found himself falling in love with it; such an exquisite physique deserved to be properly ravaged and tortured.

But that's not to say that the differences were small. The most noticeable one, the one that stood out when you looked at him, were his horns, once sawed-off to the point they were just bony stubs sticking out of his forehead had grown back to their full size and stood atop his head as a proud crown of his demonic heritage, and a few inches beneath his usually short and tied up hair had grown out to his shoulders; the whole image was rather attractive, if Gruagach allowed himself to compliment his personal slave. But the one he was the most proud of was the one that you could barely see; the large red meat that once hung between Hellboy's legs, a monster that could truly be called a demon cock, reduced to nothing but a dangling noodle in his crotch, and his plump, heavy sack vanished forever. The memory, the smell of his skin and flesh burning off in the magical flames and the resounding screams of pain were still fuel for the boar's most intense wet dreams.

But as delectable and plain fun as their games remained Gruagach couldn't deny a slight tinge of monotony that had slowly settled between them. The true exhilaration had never come from the sex itself, but from watching the powerful will of Hellboy slowly crumble away as he realized his hopes were nothing but baseless illusions, lies he had told himself to try and grasp at what little strands of sanity he could keep, and further plunge him into despair with the pain and humiliation, even if that humiliation was an admittedly entertaining way of passing time. But that tiny glimmer of hope slowly drowned in the sea of anguish in which his soul currently floated, and before long it would snuff out completely. As attractive as the idea sounded at first, Gruagach had no intention of keeping Hellboy as a mindless sex doll; what was the point of inflicting pain if there wouldn't be any screams to fill his ears with, no cries for him to enjoy.

And that was where his physique, the deliciously built musculature built over the ages came into play. Gruagach prided himself in being creative when it came to torture methods, and as much as he relished the feel of his rugged hands roughly handling and groping all of that marvelous red meat, he had an ulterior motive for allowing his enemy to keep it on his bones despite the hate that still clouded his eyes every time he looked down at him; a much more sinister and terrifying motive. And for what he had planned he needed Hellboy to be strong, to be at his prime, and live through it. He couldn't have him die of weakness when he had a world of pain in store for the poor, unsuspecting demon.

"I feel rather generous today, Anung Un Rama," he said with a pompous inflection that showed more smug superiority than any sort of generosity he might had been capable off, but it was still enough to make Hellboy look at him with curiosity, if anything. "The truth is that your company is not as delectable as it used to be when you first arrived, so there's little point on keeping you here and risk your comrades attempting a rescue. With that in mind, I have decided to let you go from your imprisonment."

"What...?" Hellboy asked in confusion. His first reaction was wariness and distrust, feelings he had grown painfully familiar with during his stay on Gruagach's abode, but those were derived more from the habit than anything. Under better circumstances, with his mind not influenced by the pitiful state in which his body was, he would've never fallen for such a childish, insulting trick. But as he was now he had no choice but to childishly cling to that glimmer of hope in a desperate attempt to keep what little sanity remained in him. And the way that glimmer of hope lit the flame in his eyes again didn't escape Gruagach.

"I will let you go, Hellboy. On one condition," Hellboy seemed to slouch as the last word left the boar's lips, but his eyes remained strong. Gruagach felt a shiver of anticipation travel up his spine and further stirring his length as he thought again on all the things he would do to keep the light in those eyes just barely alive. "I have... Let's call it a series of tests you must go through before I even consider letting you out. Something not quite like what we have been doing so far, but not quite so different either. Do you catch my drift, little one?"

"How..." Hellboy started, his voice coarse from the lack of use. After so many months under Gruagach's rule his throat had seen little use other than housing the giant's massive manhood or screaming out in pain and sorrow at his actions. There were moments when he feared he had forgotten how to speak, but he didn't dare to do so out of fear of what it could entail. Fear had become a constant in his life, but he still managed to cough up and clear up his pent up throat to speak properly. "How can I be sure you'll let me go?"

"Wise words, Anung Un Rama," Gruagach chuckled when he saw the old spunk slowly return to the demon's words. "I swear over my most precious possession, my pride as a Fair Folk, that if you shall prove yourself strong enough to live through my tests you will be released from your duties and will have the liberty to do as you please. Is that not enough for you?" he finished with a flourish and a laugh that melded seamlessly with his natural darkness, the image only broken by his cock already standing and leaking a small puddle of pre in front of Hellboy. It was an image the demon had already grown used to, of course, and it barely served any distraction other than the voice on the back of his head telling him to please it to gain the fairy's favor.

That voice too died out when he realized the actual weight of Gruagach's words. After so many months of torture the boar offered him a way out; whatever his reason may have been didn't matter to Hellboy if it represented even a minimal opportunity for him to escape the constant agony that was serving him. His usually calmer judgment was too clouded by the promise of relief from his pain. Without much pondering on the consequences, he nodded his acceptance.

"Good! Now, there are some ground rules you have to follow," the boar said, dropping his kilt to the ground along with any hint of decency he may had been trying to uphold when his cock finally flung around, the puddle of pre growing by the second, and just when the demon in front of him was about to lean forward to obediently take it in his mouth Gruagach stopped him by showing him a plain black piece of cloth. "One rule, actually. One very important single rule," he pressed the blindfold against Hellboy's eyes and the demon felt as the knot was tied hard on the back of his head. "For the duration of these tests you won't take this blindfold off at any moment. Only after we're done and I allow you to do so."

The demon held his breath for a second out of instinct. Going blind for what would most likely be several days didn't sound like the kind of thing his mental state needed, and in the back of his head he knew it would end up in more than one panic attack during the night, even without the horrific tortures Gruagach must have had in stock for him. But he steeled himself nonetheless, fully aware that this was his only chance at escaping, and nodded in acceptance of his fate.

"Good... Very good indeed, Anung Un Rama," Gruagach said, his rugged hand not leaving Hellboy's cheek and he felt his wicked grin as a shiver up his spine. "Open up."

It was to be expected with how hard he had gotten just thinking of what he would do to the demon, and he had been ready for it since waking up anyway, just like he had grown used to. He obeyed and in less than a second his head was yanked forward and the familiar taste of the boar washed down his buds as his jaw stretched to fit in the massive girth. Gruagach wasn't a caring lover and quickly started ramming his length down Hellboy's throat, the demon thankful he had long since lost his gag reflex; the boar's balls slapped against his chin as tendrils of pre trickled down it, unable to be contained by his lips. Most of it, however, fell down to the pit of his stomach and he couldn't help but letting out a few short moans; it was the closest thing he had to a meal under the boar's ownership.

Luckily for him Gruagach's outburst didn't last long. About a minute after the boar had started humping his mouth a stream of thick, warm seed rolled through his throat and down to his stomach, filling him up with its warmth. After the cold nights he would spend alone in the dungeon, Hellboy had learned to be grateful for his master's gift, but was still self-conscious enough to notice the insanity of the fact in and on itself. And nonetheless he swallowed it all down, relishing at the taste he had grown so used to.

The next thing he knew his head was thrown back and he felt the hardness of the ground against it. Hissing in pain with a spit of the boar's precious seed he tried to regain his breath, all while Gruagach's chuckle reached his ears.

"We start tomorrow, so rest well! I want to see you struggle," the boar said as Hellboy heard him leave the room. "And don't take the blindfold off, because I'll know it!" he said, but it was unnecessary. The way he was now Hellboy couldn't even muster the strength to raise his hands to eye level. Besides, a chance for him to escape his captor's clutches had presented itself; he would do nothing to jeopardize it.

A series of tests, Gruagach had said. He was scared, and denying himself that wouldn't help him in any way. With a deep breath he allowed himself to fall to the dark embrace of sleep and uncertainty, with his master's taste still lingering in his mouth.

They say that when you lose a sense the others intensify; this was something Hellboy, despite all his adventures, had never experienced firsthand before. It's not to say that he didn't believe such a thing was possible, but the concept is hard to grasp until you're actually subjected to it. At first he thought it would be a minimal rise, nothing he couldn't handle, and was hardly worried about it. He was wrong.

Under Gruagach's thumb it had become commonplace for Hellboy to be walked around the streets like a pet, his leash directed by his boar master; and more often than not he would be forced to walk around on all fours, naked, for all demons and faes around to see his spent and sometimes leaking hole, mock his nearly inexistent cock and, on the days Gruagach was feeling generous with his brethren, enjoy his body and delight themselves in the dual pleasure that were his flesh and his screams. It didn't take long for the demon to start noticing what they were thinking from the way they looked at him or how they stroked their own hardening rods, a practice that had become more and more common since his arrival. It was just one more aspect of his new life he had grown accustomed to.

Without his sight it was completely different. At first he thought, for a passing moment, that without having to look at the demons around him play with their own bodies he would have one less thing to worry about, but reality had always had different plans for him, often on the cruel end of the scale. Indeed, he couldn't see a thing, but that didn't stop his other senses from picking up on other things; things he had never even considered before and that sent chills down his spine now that he knew they were there.

As Gruagach walked him around his senses would pick up signals without him even realizing. Without his sight he could smell and taste better, to the point that his nose could easily detect the growing arousal between the legs of the men around him, permeating the air with such vigor that he could taste it on the roof of his mouth, and he worried when he thought he recognized the taste of some of them. His hearing had become sharp enough for him to get their chuckles, their breathing becoming heavier as their meats stirred under their waists, even the sound of their strokes for the ones that enjoyed more furious jacking off sessions as they saw him walk by. And worst of all he could actually feel their eyes stuck on him, eating up every inch of exposed flesh; he could feel their thirst, their hunger, their desire to mark him as their own and use his yells to bring themselves pleasure all over him.

"We're here," Gruagach said and pulled on the leash for the demon to stop. Hellboy was almost thankful for something to take his mind off the lustful creatures around him, but knowing his master's tastes his ease lasted little. "Get in," he commanded with a kick to the demon's back and Hellboy held back a wince as he blindly looked for his way.

He finally found a door to cross and immediately wished he hadn't. The smell emanating from the other side was a foul mix of ammoniac and blood that pushed its way inside his nostrils so aggressively his stomach turned over. He puked almost a second later, half of his brain trying to remember when was the last time he had done so while the other was busy begging that it didn't fall anywhere near Gruagach's feet; a mocking laughter from the boar and a heavy hand petting him between the horns reassured him that he was safe for the time being, but the scent that had made him empty his bowels remained in the air and kept him from feeling truly safe.

"Ah, master Gruagach! You have arrived," a new voice said from somewhere ahead. It was definitely male and had a coarse inflection to it, like a heavy smoker's, but beyond that Hellboy couldn't recognize it. "And this is the legendary Anung Un Rama, of course! He's all you promised, sir," he said and a rugged hand started caressing the demon's face and down his chest; in his experience, hands like those weren't good news. "He has such an exquisitely terse skin..."

"You're clearly smitten with it, Anien, but you can't eat it," were the words that escaped from Gruagach's lips, but his tone made it clear he would keep the idea in the back of his mind. "I'd rather begin with what I asked for. So, is it possible?"

"Yes, absolutely," Anien's voice whispered as his hands continued to explore the surface of Hellboy's body; the demon could hear his breathing rushing, but it was different from the horny sighs of the other demons outside. This was actual hunger, gluttony if you may. "But something of the expanse you ask for, master Gruagach, will take several days to complete, weeks even! And as much as I would enjoy to spend some time with this lovely boy," long arms surrounded Hellboy's chest, pulling him into an embrace against a body full of scars and skin like sandpaper, "we'll probably have to renegotiate certain terms about your form of payment."

"You know very well that money is the least of my concerns, Anien," Gruagach replied and for the first time since his imprisonment Hellboy detected frustration in his voice, followed by something resembling a resigned sigh. "Fine. But do it with moderation and make sure to fix him up once you're done; I don't like my toys getting messed with."

"Certainly, master Gruagach. This way, boy, chop chop!" Hellboy was pulled by the long, slender arms and away from his master, sensing the strangest of longings as the distance between them grew. Gruagach was horrible, yes, but he was at least already used to the treatment he received from him. This was uncharted territory, a well of potential new horrors just waiting for him, and if the very evil presence f whatever was pulling him further into the darkness was anything to go by these horrors were unlike anything he had ever imagined before.

Moving silently, Anien kept pulling him to what he assumed was the back of the building. What little experience and training remained in Hellboy allowed him to assess the other creature based entirely on his grasp. He was frail, frail enough for Hellboy to break free with little effort, bash his skull open with his stone hand and break free. But then there was the army of fairies outside practically begging for a chance to rape him, and the memory made him shudder.

"Oh, is something wrong my dear boy?" Anien asked in the most soothing voice Hellboy had listened to in months, which was saying a lot. His embrace left the demon's body and instead a hand took his own to guide his blind feet to a chair. After so many months sleeping in the cold stone floor of Gruagach's dungeons the soft leather on the seat felt heavenly on his naked skin, and Hellboy left out a content sigh. "That's right, darling, let all your worries slip away. We wouldn't want any unnecessary tension on that sweet body of yours, would we?"

The moment he said that was the moment Hellboy allowed himself to fall into the alluring comfort, and it was also the moment the bindings fastened around his wrists. Before he could fully understand what was happening Anien had already done the same to his hooves and his pointy fingers were trailing up his legs and back to his chest. The old Hellboy wouldn't have underestimated hims enemy,nor would he have fallen into such an obvious trap so easily, but he could no longer do anything as he was now, as the demon's tongue trailed up his chest.

"You're truly exquisite, darling," Anien remarked as he continued to lick around the wide chest and up the thick neck. Hellboy's breathing started to get heavier as his senses were slowly overcome with panic; he had felt a tongue like that somewhere, he had read about it somewhere, and even though he couldn't put a name on it it was still enough for his brain to tell him to struggle as much as he could against his bindings. "You must've have deduced a few things by now, right?" Anien kept saying. "You heard I eat skin so you must know what kind of deal master Gruagach and I have," he climbed further up on him, his hands propping from the shoulders as a group of legs brushed against Hellboy's thighs and his struggling stopped.

"You're a Rumanian Skineater," he said and the monster on him giggled. Eating skin was not a rare practice amongst super natural beings, but if there was one that stood out in the practice it was definitely the Rumanian Skineater, a demonic spider that, uniquely to itself, kept its victim alive during the entire process, taking pieces of skin off their body and then using a mixture of their venom and webbing as bandaging to quicken it's regrowth and eat it again until the victim died of shock; it was renowned as one of the slowest and most painful ways to go amongst paranormal investigators.

"Your reputation precedes you, Hellboy," the demon spider whispered and its sharp jaws closed next to the red nipple, biting down and pulling a long tendril of skin from his flesh. The pain was almost unbearable and for a moment Hellboy cursed his years of training; to faint here and now was a better alternative than having to feel the agony of his skin being slowly ripped off of him in small ribbons, but his screams only encouraged Anien to keep going. "Ah, but worry not, my dear. Master Gruagach is paying me handsomely for this, so there's no time to dabble in my own personal pleasures. I am a professional after all."

"Professional... in what?" Hellboy managed to ask once the spider got off him, and rather to his own surprise as well. Whatever spark of life had ignited again in his soul when his deal with Gruagach started had managed to returned the tiniest of his spunk to him.

"He talks! And what an exquisite voice he has. No wonder master Gruagach is so enamored with your screams," Anien excitedly stated from somewhere behind Hellboy. "A travelled man like you must know a lot of history and ancient cultures, correct? For example how tattoos were made before the technological development humans brought about."

Of course he knew, and that didn't help matters in the least. Before the small shops that you could find every four streets in the right city, the Inuit had a practice of sipping needles and thread in ink and basically sew the tattoo underneath the skin. Just from the sound of it was enough to know it was a panful experience but Hellboy had actually heard from first hand Inuit people what kind of sensation it was, and they weren't pretty stories.

"Someone's eager," Anien giggled when he saw the demon struggling harder in the chair to set himself free. Hellboy knew it was futile to do so but his body still screamed at him with a vague feeling of salvation that didn't stop until the needle dug deep into the back of his hand. Every strength he had been using to try to pry himself free immediately left for his lungs and out of his mouth as a mighty roar of agony that rang in his ears, getting only stronger as the needle travel through his flesh and came back up, almost like a whale coming to the surface for air before diving back in with a heavy splash. The only thing his brain could perceive other than the pain was the involuntary twitching from his fingers caused by the needle practically rubbing against his nerves.

The sharp and slender fingers reached for the chest again and pulled from the open wound ribbon after ribbon of fresh skin, each time exposing more of Hellboy's bloody flesh and mixing the constant burning sensation with the deep-seated torture that slowly spread up his hand and forearm. It went on for what seemed like hours during which he could do nothing but scream and beg for mercy until he lost his voice, by which point it was more of a dry moaning than anything else; yet his damned body refused to let go of consciousness to spare him from the experience.

"You're quite a delicious treat, my boy. I believe this should be enough for today," Anien said while his hands trailed the lines that now undoubtedly adorned the demon's arm, almost all the way to his shoulder. Still blindfolded Hellboy had no way of seeing what kind of picture had been etched in his skin forever, but the pain he felt just from the spider's touch was so horrifying that he figured whatever was there was on a similar level. "Now I need to patch you up though. I wouldn't want to give master Gruagach reasons to cancel our sessions together," Anien finished and pulled the demon's head back to force a kiss down his lips. When they split he had a moment to catch his breath before a burning substance was plastered against the open flesh on the other side of his chest. He had expected the signature bandaging of the Rumanian Skineater to hurt; what he wasn't expecting was for it to feel like acid corroding his flesh away. "Don't worry, the burn will subside a bit after a day pr two. Now come on, let's get you back to master Gruagach, shall we?"

The trip back to the front door felt longer than going in, and yet it wasn't as long as Hellboy would've wanted it to be. Against his better judgment he decided to stay in all fours rather than walking up straight, all to avoid getting his master's wrath, and so every time he put his weight on his arm a wince would find its way up his throat. After a few more steps Anien stopped him and a familiar gruff voice reached his ears.

"Master Gruagach, how indecent of yours!" Anien said next to Hellboy, who could sense his smile on his tone. Knowing the kind of person Gruagach had grown to be and judging by the heavy grunts that he could hear, Hellboy deduced that the boar had his massive manhood out and was holding it between his thick fingers. The one thing that surprised him, however, was that he couldn't smell his seed in the air.

"What do you expect me to do, Anien? His screams were too exquisite to pass off the opportunity," the boar explained with a deep squeal. "I at least had the decency of not finishing all over your floor. I want our dear Hellboy to have the chance of swallowing it all," and that was all the explaining Hellboy needed. It wasn't the first time Gruagach edged for hours just to blast him at night. "Is this it? It's beautiful," he said when his fingers held the demon's freshly tattooed arm with unexpected care.

"Why, of course master Gruagach! You pay me for the best and the best is what I provide," Anien answered with pride in his craft which Hellboy was sure wasn't in excess; it wasn't the quality what worried him, but rather the content. Gruagach's hands went for the bandaged side of his chest next and the sting made him pull away from his touch. "Yes, that was my own personal entertainment which, as we discussed, was part of our agreement," the spider tried to defend himself from what was most likely a very furious, very possessive glare from the larger fairy. "But do not worry, master Gruagach! It'll heal in two days at most, I assure you," his tone had become only slightly panicked, but enough for Hellboy to deduce that his master's stare hadn't diminished.

"I will believe you for now, Anien. But remember that I'll have no qualms on taking my business elsewhere if I deem you too unsatisfactory," Gruagach said with dangerously contained anger and made his way out the door, his pet behind him trying to keep up with the pace as his leash was pulled. The unusual silence in the street told Hellboy that it was night, and while he was glad for the lack of hungry stares plastered on his naked ass he was also painfully aware of what nighttime meant in Gruagach's dungeons.

Hellboy's head banged against the wall, yet the pain and the warm feeling on the back of his head weren't anything new. He had learned to pay less attention on such things and more on the massive length that was shoved down his throat, pushed to the brink until his lips kissed the crotch while Gruagach snorted and grunted above him, his powerful hips constantly humping forward to try and get more of that enormous manhood down the delectable warmth that was his pet's mouth. And yet, despite all he had learned, it never stopped being a monumental task to take in his master's rod, not simply out of its sheer size but due to Gruagach's relentless enthusiasm.

But even tonight what was usually a difficult task had become borderline impossible due to the great amount of pain that seemed to emanate from every cell of Hellboy's body. His arm still felt as if hundreds of needles stabbed directly at his nerves, and his shoulder burned with a corroding sensation brought by the unspeakable concoction that the sadistic spider had wrapped it into, but he couldn't emit a single complaint about the state of his body out of fear that his master above him would punish him dearly for it, especially when he had edged for so many hours in anticipation of it, something that the heavy sack pounding against his chin constantly reminded him of. He had no choice but to quietly and dutifully offer his lips as a means for Gruagach to please himself, lest the boar decided to further degrade the demon's body for his own sick amusement.

"My, it feels amazing," Gruagach breathed in a hushed tone that spoke wonders of the bliss he must've been feeling, and a curious tinge of pride hit Hellboy. Of course, with how fate had been treating him lately, it didn't last long as Gruagach took hold of his tattooed arm and pinned it against the wall. Hellboy screamed, which was of course the boar's objective, evidenced by his pace hurrying with the muffled grunting, but then suddenly stopped and started screaming on his own. "Fuck! That fucking hurts!"

Hellboy was confused by his master's abrupt change, and the fist to his face that threw him to the floor didn't help matters. He felt a copper-like taste in his mouth and spit what he could only deduce was blood on the floor, yet a quick check of his own mouth showed that he had no missing teeth or cuts. He heard Gruagach's painful moans again and raised his head in the direction as realization dawned on him, not like he had much time to ponder on it as a large hoof kicked him in the gut. This time the taste of blood was his own.

"You cheeky bastard!" Gruagach kicked him again as he was trying to get up and Hellboy resigned to accepting his master's punishment on the ground. When his arm was pinned against the wall his pain was too much to help a wince and so he had bitten down on the boar's rod, hard enough to draw out blood and incur his master's wrath beyond any he had seen before. "Fuck, it hurts!" Gruagach yelled again, most likely trying to touch his own wounded cock, and another swift kick met Hellboy's stomach. "Filthy scum! And just when I was starting to like this body! Dammit! My balls are fucking crammed with jizz, you know!? It's fucking uncomfortable!"

"I..." Hellboy started, spitting the blood that had pooled in his mouth to speak properly. "I'm sorry, sir..."

"God, you're pathetic," Gruagach said, his tone already dropping from anger to disgust and some indifference. "I'll deal with that later, for now just sleep and hope I find a way of getting my rocks off because it fucking hurts," and with those words he left.

Now alone Hellboy couldn't help but think just how much he had screwed things over this time, and what kind of punishment would meet him later. Knowing Gruagach it would be something beyond his darkest dreams, but it served him nothing to think about it right now. For now he would just dream and wait for the following day; it's not like he was unused to the cruelty his master inflicted on him.

"Move," Gruagach growled, pulling the leash roughly without giving Hellboy a chance to properly breath. Ever since the incident from the night before the boar had been in a foul mood, breathing heavily to try and deal with the pain festering between his legs. Hellboy was somewhat thankful that the aura of demonic fury his master emitted seemed to divert the usual looks of the demons, but at the same time he felt that very same aura directed at him and he shuddered in his blindness. "It still hurts, if you're wondering. You better hope what I have planned works to get me off or I'll have to get a bit more impatient with your body in order for you to understand."

Hellboy cowered back at that, an act that would usually bring a cruel smile to Gruagach, but that got no reaction this time around, further cementing just how deep-seated his master's anger was. Without any sound beyond the pained grunts caused by his mauled flesh, Gruagach pulled his demon pet towards another building, this one smelling far cleaner than Anien's the previous day, something Hellboy took as evidence that they were somewhere else; while it was a pleasure to not be anywhere near that wretched spider, the uncertainty, Hellboy's most wicked companion, once again clouded him with fears.

"Gruagach, you come in loudly as usual," a gruff voice said somewhere in the room, one Hellboy had never heard before but that gave him the impression of belonging to a rather large creature.

"I'm not in the mood for pleasantries or courtesy, Haba," Gruagach growled, pulling on Hellboy's leash just for the sake of seeing him choke a bit. "I have a change in my request for today. The... thing you showed me the other day."

"Ah, so it has finally itched you that way," the large creature called Haba laughed and an angry snort came from Gruagach's snout that made him stop. "Alright, we can put it in right away then. Bring him over," and with those words the boar pulled Hellboy towards the voice, his frustration clear in his step.

Before he could fully assess the situation, Hellboy was strapped to a wooden table in a manner too similar to Anien's treatment for him to be comfortable, but he held back; struggling now would only make his treatment worse. He just had to endure whatever Gruagach had planned for him.

"How long will this take?"

"I'd say around an hour or so? It's a careful process," Haba said over the sound of metallic instruments clanking as he handled them. Metal and bindings meant knives and torture more often than Hellboy would've liked, but he steeled his resolve and held back any complaint. "I may be able to do it and your original request today so as to not mess with your schedule, but it'll cost you."

"Yeah, ok, sure. Whatever's more comfortable," Gruagach said, the exhaustion and impatience showing in his voice more and more by the second.

"You're not as verbose as usual, Gruagach. Now I really need to know what happened to you to get you like this," Haba said with another laugh and Gruagach gave him another snort as answer. "You've been walking funny ever since you got in and you're reaching down too often. Is it a problem down there, fairy? The Grom's too endowed for you?"

"Watch it, kid," Gruagach warned him but Haba simply laughed it off again. Their exchange gave Hellboy an idea of the rift between the two, most likely caused by age difference. "If you really need to know, not like it matters, he almost bit it off last night while I was shoving it down his throat."

"Feisty one, isn't he?" Haba's hands trailed down Hellboy's chest, his shoulders and down his arms, getting a wince from him whenever they reached the areas Anien had worked on. The demon was thankful that his hands were at least softer than the spider's, but it didn't ease the pain. "It was to be expected, given Anien's reputation. He did an astounding job though. Why don't you just ask him to apply the bandaging on you to speed up the healing process?"

"I'l go through the days of pain before I allow that sadist old man anywhere near my dick," Gruagach declared, getting a hearty laugh from Haba as his hands kept feeling up Helboy's body, his nails starting to dig in. "Enough of that, get to work on it already."

"You're the boss," Haba said and his hands rolled down Hellboy's abs and all the way to the flaccid noodle that remained where his once proud demonic manhood had stood. His stubby fingers circled and pressed against his crotch and the empty space that held his balls in previous times, testing his skin, his flesh, playing with his diminished cock, barely making it halfway to one of his fingers, and Hellboy couldn't help a blush of embarrassment; never had he been so thankful for his skin's pigmentation hiding it, but he still had to put some effort to hold his whimpers back. "Yes, this is good. I'll get started on it then."

Hellboy felt as Haba stood up and the clanking noises reached his ears again. His fixation on his crotch had made the demon nervous enough and he started feeling the cold sweat rolling down his muscles. His flesh may have burned down but it remained as sensitive as ever, and as sick as Gruagach was he hadn't touched it again ever since that first experience where it was lost. The possibilities flied around in his mind and it made Hellboy panic too hard to focus on the sounds around him until Haba's weight on a chair recalled his attention.

This time there was no foreplay with his upper body and the large creature's hands went immediately for Hellboy's exposed crotch, gently massaging around the tender, unattended flesh. The demon almost let out a relaxed sigh, but remembered his experience the previous day and kept his guard up. No matter what, this was an underling of Gruagach selected to inflict on him the greatest amount of pain possible.

"What is he going to do to me?" Hellboy asked when the suspense was too much for him to hold back, but his first response was a backhanded slap from his furious master.

"Who said you had the right to speak up, Anung Un Rama?" Gruagach growled at him, the anger and hatred that had slipped Hellboy's mind during months of play between them now once again dripping off his every word. "But yes, I suppose it is time for you to know. Haba here is an expert in piercing the skin for adornment, if you would."

"You talk me up, Gruagach," Haba said with the most humility he seemed capable of mustering. None of them seemed to pay any attention to the panicking Hellboy who, once again repeating the events of the previous day, had started squirming in his bindings in a desperate attempt to free himself. "You should stop or I'll hurt you more than I intend to, big guy," Haba said again and Hellboy took all his willpower to stop. The pain was inevitable, so he might as well do his best to not make it any worse, especially since he knew just what these creatures were capable of.

Just then the one thing that didn't occur to him happened. The familiar cold edge of a knife pressed against his crotch, dangerously close to his shrunk dick, and warm blood started pouring out from the opening. Naturally he screamed, more out of panic than pain; he had grown too used to cuts for his own taste, but all men would get at the very least nervous if their genitals were put in such a position. But being in the hands of an enemy that despised him to no end, suffering was inevitable.

A second metallic tool entered the small incision and Hellboy started hyperventilating out of fear caused by the cold sensation in his open flesh, but it quickly became yells of agony as it forced its way deeper in and opened to push his flesh apart and enlarge the hole, all for a thin thread to go in and click against his body. The sensation, the sheer pain was so unbearable that he stopped screaming and only a chilling rattle came out of his mouth for a second before turning back into the same scream and slowly dying out.

"That's normal, don't worry," Hellboy could barely register Haba's voice, but in his state he could at least say to himself that slicing someone open did not qualify in any way as normal. "We have to connect it directly to his nerves for it to work, otherwise it's just any common prosthetic. Are you sure you're ok?"

Of course he wasn't talking to him, Hellboy knew that much, but he couldn't understand the meaning behind his words with his brain drowning in pain like it was. It wasn't until he heard the low squeals and grunts behind him that he understood what kind of reaction his suffering must've elicited from him, and what he would feel from that reaction considering the state of his nether regions.

"It fucking hurts, but that's why I'm doing this in the first place," Gruagach answered, his voice layered with the discomfort that spread from his tattered length, which he undoubtedly had taken out to try and feel more comfortable. "Keep going, I'll manage."

"You're the boss," Haba repeated and started with the second small cut, only this time Hellboy felt it like scalding red blades on his skin, his every pore flaring even from the blood that was drawn out.

The process remained the same slow, excruciatingly painful it was the first time as each new cord made its way in and linked itself to his nerves, sending his body into overdrive as if it was electrocuted. Hellboy was in such level of distress that he lost count after the second cut and instead simply prayed that each new one was the last, hoping his pain would finish. When the last one did arrive he was already a mess of drool and tears which undoubtedly made his master extremely bothered. The last cord connected and even though he had expected to be too numb to feel anything after so much each node seemed to kickstart him again, making it the same panful experience all the way down.

The last thing to happen was a sort of metallic plate being set on top of his noodle-like cock which was then carefully sewn to his skin. What little he could feel in such a superficial level of his skin told Hellboy the surgical level of detail that Haba put onto it, and spoke wonders of his skill. Under other circumstances Hellboy could've come to admire him for his talent, but he had long forgotten what it was like to admire anyone.

"There. That's it," Haba said with a proud inflection to his voice. "Only one last detail," he clarified and attached something to the metallic plate that sent a shock through Hellboy's body, enough to get him out of his lethargy and quicken his breathing again. "There you go, fully functional and detachable if you ever get tired of it."

"And you're sure it will feel too?" Gruagach asked skeptically, further confusing Hellboy as he slowly came to.

"If it makes you feel better we can have a test right now, free of charge," Haba said and Gruagach responded with a dark chuckle, the same he gave Hellboy during their longer nights. The demon couldn't see what they were discussing about, nor was he certain of what now rested on his crotch, but he held no hopes regarding his physical safety.

Haba's hands grasped the object attached to his crotch and he could feel his fingers as if it was his own skin, making it clear just what had been added to his body. The large creature took his new prosthetic cock with care and angled it for what Hellboy assumed was the tip to point at him. He wished he could've been happy over the idea of having his manhood back, or at least the best next thing; even if it was a fake he could've grown used to it. But if this was something Gruagach approved of then there was no way it would end up well for him, and how right was he as a short spike pierced through the tip of his new cock, getting a sharp and loud roar of pain from the demon as a gaping hole was left on it. Immediately after a new metal tool made its way in and weighed down on the length before clicking itself closed.

"I must say, he has an incredible tolerance," Haba said with an awed sigh that Gruagach snorted at . "What? Most guys would've fainted by now. You should be glad he stays up all the way for you to properly abuse him like this."

"I still have my reservations regarding this," Gruagach answered and Hellboy felt him flickering at the tip of his freshly pierced cock.

"Trust me, it'll be fine," Haba said and started walking away, his heavy steps hard to miss as he took his tools away, most likely for cleaning. "You know, if his the bother you so much you can always pull them out."

"Pull them out..." Gruagach breathed. The next few seconds he stayed silent, but it was a silence unlike anything Hellboy had felt from him before. It wasn't simply that he stopped talking, it was as if his whole body stopped emitting any sound; as if he entered a state of absolute calm with a rather dark air surrounding him. Thinking about the possibilities. "Hand me those pliers."

Under the blindfold Hellboy's eyes widened as far as the fabric would let them, all while hearing the wicked laughter coming from Haba as he undoubtedly handed the tool to Gruagach. He tried to struggle as the panic once again clouded his judgment, but the bindings remained as tight as ever, holding him down for his master to inflict his will upon him. The rugged, leathery hands of the Grom set on his head and pulled his mouth open as the cruel taste of the pliers' metal brushed against his tongue as it pressed on one of his teeth. The fear lasted an terrifying second before the pliers pulled out hard and the room was filled with a shrill scream that only lasted as long as it took for the demon's blood to pool inside his throat. It was unlike the pain from Anien's tattoo or from his skin eating, unlike the pain Haba had subjected him to during his procedure; those were methodic and calculated. This was cold, short and shocking, straight to the point, which was making things more comfortable for Gruagach.

A second tooth was pulled out and Hellboy's roaring made him gargle with the blood, part of it rolling down his throat. He wanted to spit it out, to set himself free and destroy Gruagach, to die, all at the same time, but all he could do was squirm under the boar's hands. The pliers came to a third tooth and what part of Hellboy's brain remained active through the pain told him to panic, but something pulled Gruagach's hand away.

"You know what they say about teeth and heart attacks?" Haba's voice reached Hellboy's ears, who was still gargling with his own blood. He got a growl from Gruagach, the sounds coming from him progressively becoming more beastly, but Haba kept talking. "If you keep pulling the off the shock will kill him, you know?"

"Fine!" Gruagach growled again and tossed the pliers on the floor. The belts around Hellboy's limbs were quickly unfastened and the now free demon spit the pool of blood in his mouth as the holes in the middle of his mouth kept pouring it down his lips. Slowly he reached with his fingers, shaking from the fear, and when they felt a gaping hole between his teeth he started bawling in horror. "Silence!" Gruagach's yell made him cower and whimper like a scared dog and his leash was roughly pulled towards the exit.

"Don't you want me to do the other thing too?"

"I'm tired and my balls hurt. I need to see if this works!" Gruagach angrily replied. It was clear that he was annoyed from the day, sick of his inability to touch his own length, yearning for thye release that Hellboy, a creature he had managed to reduce to nothing but an almost mindless sex doll had denied him. Whatever he was planning would probably be horrible for the demon, and he knew, but he could hardly care at the moment as a trail of blood fell on the floor from his mouth.

The night quickly arrived and the dungeon that Hellboy had been forced t call his home was filled with moans of pleasure and pain alike. Quite a curious trinket, his new prosthetic cock was; while functional and rather large what Haba had conveniently failed to mention was a very unique quality that translated sexual stimulus into physical pain. In other words, any form of sex involving his new cock would only inflict more pain directly into Hellboy's brain, a truly sadistic artifact that Gruagach had known how to take advantage of.

"Harder... Harder..." the boar breathed out as his own virgin hole was spread by the massive length and Hellboy's cries of agony only made his riding of the length all the more vigorous. His plump sack hit against the demon's marked abs, each hit rousing his juices more as his length quivered in anticipation. The only thing that reached Hellboy's ears other than his own voice were the pleased grunts from the boar's snout, his heavy breaths as his ass engulfed the artificial cock and forced shots of intense pain on the demon.

When his pace became borderline hysteric Hellboy knew he was close. Even in his blindness he could feel his eagerness in the way the Grom's hole took in more of his length and his balls slapped faster and heavier against his belly. Before long Gruagach slowed down, his hips favoring force over speed and his hole lowering hard on Hellboy's artificial dick, sending the demon close to a climax of torture. Gruagach's moans became louder and heavier and his hole closed around the rod before long ropes of warm cum fell all over the demon's chest, sticking to his red skin as his master's whimpers became hotter with each movement.

"Shit, that felt better than I expected," Gruagach admitted in a sigh and took the engorged member out of his hole. Hellboy heard him flop down on the ground next to him and prepared for whatever would come next, but the boar simply let out a contented sigh. "How about you, Hellboy? Did you enjoy it as much?" his leathery hand reached forward and caressed his cheek, sending shivers up the demon's confused mind. "Of course you did. You love making your master happy, don't you? Even at the expense of your body."

Hellboy didn't know what to do. After only feeling pain, distrust and suffering for so long this kind of relaxed indifference put him on edge. He could feel Gruagach's breathing down his neck and his own heartbeat quickening in anticipation as the burn all over his body kept him immobile. He finally felt those fat, leathery fingers wrap around his length and twisting it, detaching it from the plate on his crotch, followed by the heavy steps that the boar's hooves made on the stone floor.

"I'll be taking this. We don't want you to het high and mighty from getting a big cock back, do we?" Gruagach chuckled, more seductively than sinisterly, clearly still dazed in the afterglow of finally relieving himself after so many days without being able to even touch his own length. "And who knows? Maybe I'll have my own extra fun with this little guy. I certainly hope you've had as much fun as I the past days, demon, because if you really want to leave this place you're still a long way to go. I'll give you tonight to relax, but tomorrow is another day."

Those were the last words Hellboy received from his master that night. After a few minutes went by and he could no longer listen to the heavy thuds his hooves made on the rock, he knew he was alone. And in his loneliness, Hellboy cried.

The next day came by fast and the same process repeated, with Gruagach pulling the demon through the streets full of lustful fairies staring at him. On one side he was thankful for Gruagach's leisurely step, easy to follow and not putting any force on his neck, but it also meant staying in the streets longer, in the line of sight of the perverts that loitered around. Just like before he could sense their hunger with all his senses and it sent shivers down his spine the whole way, but he fought the impulse to cower back so as to not make his situation worse. His worries didn't ease when they arrived at the store and the toxic scent coupled with Anien's voice reached him.

"Master Gruagach! It's such a pleasure to have you back. And Hellboy, dear," the spider said as his hands caressed the demon's cheeks, making him try to pull back. "I'm so glad to see you back here. Let's see if your beautiful arm is better now," he said, rubbing down on the bandaged side of his chest and pressing against the skin underneath.

The old spider's hands guided Hellboy back towards the same chair he had been strapped to during his first visit, and just like that the same process repeated and his arms and legs were bound down. Long and slender fingers started softly pulling the threads off Hellboy's skin and the cold air crashed against it, stinging against the new tissue that formed over his flesh. Anien's hands lingered on his flesh far longer than he would've liked and another shiver crawled up his back.

"Anien, I woke up in a very good mood and I would appreciate it if you didn't do anything to ruin it for me," Gruagach said in a calmed but commanding voice that made the spider's hands stop. "You did an outstanding job fixing the parts of his skin you ate, but I'd rather if you didn't start eating it again."

"Oh master Gruagach, you have nothing to worry about! All I'm doing is assessing the results of the growth," Anien explained. "You see, this skin is new. It's fresh and sensitive, prime for your own personal tastes," with that said he dug his sharp claws in and the simple action caused a choir of wounded moaning to come from Hellboy's mouth as his hands clawed at the leather beneath his body. "Even the slightest stimulation will elicit an intense response from him, something I'm sure you can greatly appreciate."

"You should've told me about tis from the beginning, old man. I wouldn't have had so many complaints about it. You spoil me," Gruagach said in the same relaxed tone he had been using all morning, stroking Hellboy's hair as he did. "I can't wait to see how loud he gets with today's session then."

Again there was no foreplay, and Anien went straight for Hellboy's body, this time his chest. The massive pecs the demon had so proudly spent decades building were now being handled by an old, perverse arachnid, getting prepared for the first of millions of small, deep stabs digging down and awakening the most primal of his instincts. The first one came close to his right nipple and just as he had expected it sent bolts of agony coursing through his body, growing larger and deeper as the needle traveled through his epidermis and pierced its way back up, all to be soaked in ink one more time and go down again, painting long lines across Hellboy's body. It was an incredibly painful experience, the kind that would throw most towards madness, but even through the terrible sensations he had grown at least tolerant of it through sheer force of will.

But then the needle reached the right side of his chest, the one that had stayed days under wraps, healing in the most hellish manner imaginable, and instead of more screaming Hellboy's teeth clenched. His new skin was inexperienced, unlike the rest of his body; it was the only part of him that hadn't gone through his hundreds of battles and as such it didn't have the same level of resilience the rest of him had. It was, for all uses and purposes, as weak and susceptible as a regular human's skin, and as such Hellboy felt the pain as intensely as a regular civilian would have. And it was horrifying.

His brain finally kicked back into gear when Anien's fangs pierced his abdomen and tore apart his skin, and he heard as the spider slurped on it with gusto and let out a sigh of almost erotic satisfaction. It was sickening, to say the least, and unlike his first visit when the old man had slowly tore pieces of him he dove back in and kept eating away at his body, taking ribbons of skin and, God forbid, bits and bits of muscle and flesh with it. How he managed to so savagely ravage him while so delicately and expertly weaving his sadistic artistry in his chest at the same time was beyond him, but Hellboy quickly let it all go as the wish for him to stop slowly became the only thing in his mind. And through it all Gruagach's hand never left Hellboy's hair, still stroking him like a pet, as if he was trying to ease the pain, even though the demon could clearly picture in his mind the grin plastered on his porcine features, emanating bliss and arousal thick enough to reach his nostrils.

Somewhere between the long shots of pain and his own screams that had been filling his ears for so long that they became background noise, Hellboy felt the blood dipping off the sides of his body, and the crusty tongue that licked them clean before going back to playing with bits of his flesh. He wished on some level that it had been enough to cloud the feeling in his chest but as testament of Anien's expertise the two sensations melded perfectly like the darkest of symphonies, drowning the demon in sorrow. He panicked every time the needle approached one of his nipples, somewhere on the back of his mind waiting for the moment it would go right through and rip it off his body; probably the most delectable of treats to a Rumanian Skineater, or even more sickening a personal favorite of the specific one that was currently violating his body, not like it mattered either way.

After a few minutes the spider stopped, leaving his blood-soaked stomach exposed and his freshly painted chest intact,and for a hopeful moment Hellboy thought it was over. The leather straps being undone only took this hope higher before it came crumbling down as he was turned around, his open cuts and sensitive chest being pressed against the seat while his back was left out in the open for the spider and boar to do as they wished with it. Perhaps the most chilling moment was when Hellboy wished they would be content with just raping him, taking his ass one more time there and then, but he didn't have so much luck. Instead the whole endeavor repeated, with the hungry Anien ripping pieces of him to fill his belly while his hands somehow managed to remain quiet on the back muscles of the demon, continuing with their craft.

By now Hellboy had lost all interest in keeping whatever image of strength he had desperately held on until then and under the blindfold that kept him from witnessing the horrors being done to his body tears started flowing as he bawled and cried for mercy, begging Anien, Gruagach or anyone to spare him from the horror of continuing living and simply let it all end. He knew that Gruagach had planned to taint his entire body with whatever horrific imagery he had asked of Anien, and if this was what he had to go through each time then he would choose death anyway. He couldn't go through the slow and agonizing process of covering a body as large as his; he wasn't that strong.

When Anien stood up from his back he wished he couldn't feel anything. Even the air hitting against his exposed muscles made him twitch, simply because his body and his throat no longer had the strength to do much more. The blood rolling down his sides from the cuts and bites only served to remind him of what was coming next and it didn't help in any way. Once again the bindings were unfastened and a pair of hands he knew belonged to Gruagach held him up on the floor; he hadn't uttered a single word during the whole time but Hellboy was sure he had enjoyed himself beyond belief, whether his cock showed it or not. And just as he was finally letting go into the sweet dream of unconsciousness Anien's despicable concoction entered in contact with his open wounds just like it had done so in the first day, acidic and corroding against his flesh as it was rolled around his torso over and over until not a single bit of skin remained out.

"That will be all, master Gruagach. At least for today," Anien said with a dazed tone not unlike the one the boar had had the previous night, which made Hellboy wonder if beyond everything else he had enough control to also jerk off during his procedure, or even worse if it was enough to make him orgasm hands free. "I expect you to come back tomorrow then. And you Hellboy, my sweet boy, make sure to get better for this poor old man."

It wasn't even worth a shudder by now and Hellboy limited himself to follow his master after he was done with the payment. His entire body ached and the shifts and twists from moving got occasional whimpers out of him that he no longer cared from keeping; the creatures around them kept staring at him, he knew it, and he could still smell the thick cloud of musk that emanated from them, all caused and directed at the sorry state of his body. He tried his best at ignoring them but their hunger still gnawed at the back of his head, reminding him that he was nothin but a piece of flesh to all of them. All he wanted was for the day to end, to be locked away in Gruagach's dungeon, alone and away from all of this debauchery and defilement, and to have a moment's rest before tomorrow brought him even more suffering.

"Here we are," but fate had a different for him, as per usual, made evident by his master pulling him inside a second store for the day. Hellboy tried to deny it, but he was fully aware of where he was right now. "Haba, if you may," Gruagach said and the demon's fears were confirmed as Haba's strong, stubby hands grasped him and took him to the same wretched table where he had been borderline mutilated just to become more of a toy for the sadistic boar that now stood over him. The bindings closed around his limbs, a sensation far too similar to the one he had gone through just moments before to be comfortable, and the feeling of the wood against his sensitive back making him clench his teeth again; the one difference was that this time, without his mind clouded by the excessive pain subjected onto him, the gaping hole in his mouth was too obvious, and remembering the circumstances of how he had obtained it he tried his best to retain his composure, even though panic was already starting to take hold of his emotions.

"I assume you'll be taking them again?" Haba asked. Hellboy didn't hear a response from Gruagach, but based on the larger demon's chuckle he knew whatever the result was it wasn't on his bets interest. He already had his own suspicions about what was happening, but they were all clarified when his mouth was forcibly open by his master's hands and the metallic instrument was shoved in his mouth, pressing one of his lower teeth and pulling it out, getting yet another dried up yell from Hellboy until his mouth filled with the blood pouring out. All over again, the experience was almost the same; the only true difference would be the end result, the hole getting progressively bigger just as he knew more and more of his teeth would be ripped out the more visits they paid to Haba.

It was about four teeth later that he heard the clanking of the pliers being tossed on a tray of sorts. He tried his best to spit the blood out of his mouth but he couldn't move his head around; looking up, all the spitting did was cover his face in his own blood, making him cough as it trickled down his cheeks. He tried pulling at his bindings again, hoping that with his mouth further deformed he would be set free and the day would end, but Haba's hands on his chest pushing him down to remain still was all it took to stop him.

"I must say, this is wicked even for you, Gruagach," the larger creature said and Hellboy instinctively turned around towards the direction he smelled the boar's excitement, and a rough hand pushed his head back up, as if he wanted him to drown on his blood if the chance came by. His attention was taken completely when Haba's hand rested on his naked chest and held him still, slowly closing in on his nipple, and immediately Hellboy remembered what it was that he was so renowned for that had driven Gruagach to hire him. "While his skin is still sensitive from Anien's tattoos? That's pure genius!" he laughed and a thick bar pierced right through the nipple, making the demon scream in agony through the pool of blood that still filled his throat.

Hellboy's nails dug into the wooden table as his flesh was torn apart, pierced for no reason other than sick entertainment. When the bar came out he felt a slight breeze through the hole before it was filled again with metal, this one clicking and closing around the flesh nub. Haba playfully flickered the new piercing around Hellboy's nipples, making the demon wince, but the sound itself was terribly different with his missing teeth. When Haba immediately went for the second nipple he thought he would be prepared for it, but the pain was excruciating; his eyes started losing focus as his flesh was pierced and another ring was put in it. It took only a coupe of seconds but to the demon it felt far too long.

It was such a heavy contrast with Anien's procedures. His were long, methodic, calculated and elegant methods of torture that sought to inflict as much pain as possible with the smallest effort, prolonging it in small lines and points of pain. This was wildly different from that; this was rough, direct and instantaneous, a huge spike inflicted in a single second, crude and forceful, yet equally effective.

But it was all over now; it had to be. Two nipples, both pierced, meant nothing else in his chest left to pierce. At last Hellboy would return to the place he called home and would be allowed to enjoy a moment of peace. Yes, so he wanted to believe; he wanted to convince himself that the torture was over, that he would be taken to his dungeon, that a rescue team from the Bureau would jump in and dashingly take him back before any more irreparable damage was done to his body, but even a slave subjected to the worst of tortures wouldn't be so hopefully naïve. It hardly came as a surprise when the thick needle-like tool Haba was using pierced through his pecs, making two small incisions where a long, thin ring was slid through, going across the cleft in his chest; shorty after that multiple more holes were made in seemingly random spots all across Hellboy's flesh, each one getting immediately filled with a piercing, covering him in multiple rings, metal bars and studs, all of different sizes and kinds.

Hellboy then slowly regained his consciousness. At last heaven had given him his wish and he had fallen into a daze strong enough for his body to go numb, yet he could still feel the slight prickle of each new piercing in his skin, from thick to thin, all of them dangling and weighing him. When he noticed his hands were free he took his time to touch each and every one of them, and they all stung at his touch. A third hand joined in, exploring the surface of his muscular frame now covered in metallic stubs, and he jumped back from it just for a second before recognizing it as his master's touch.

"Spectacular. Simply spectacular," Gruagach said with a slight shake in his voice caused by his arousal before carefully clasping the collar and leash back around Hellboy's neck. "Your mind remains as marvelously creative as ever, Haba. I am most pleased."

"I only leave to please my customers, Gruagach. So should I expect you tomorrow as well then?"

"Indeed," Gruagach said with yet another dark chuckle and pulled the leash on his demonic slave, making their way back into the streets infested with the lustful creatures that soon would haunt Hellboy in his worst nightmares.

And so the days passed, each one encompassing far more torture than the last one. Gruagach's routine remained the same, going every day to Anien's establishment for Hellboy to have his skin eaten and sewn on, preparing him for greater sensitivity when they went for Haba too continue piercing his skin, covering it with the small pieces of metal that he seemed to enjoy putting on him. Although he could not see, Hellboy was no fool either; he knew his body was slowly being turned into a monstrosity, as his skin was covered in the dark ink, as his flesh was open to make room for the adornments, as his teeth were slowly taken out of his mouth until he was rendered speechless. Gruagach had said he would be free if he was capable of going through this challenge, but in the state his body was getting at, was that real freedom? Or was he instead giving himself in to Gruagach forever?

And so, the last day arrived. How did Hellboy know it was the last day? Mainly because Gruagach had gone to the trouble of setting up a stage and locking him in a pair of stocks in the middle of the plaza for every being to see him. But no, he had also being careful and had paid attention. His arms, his chest and back, down his abs and to his legs, his hooves, his ass even, all of it covered in tattoos and piercings. The only thing left untouched in his whole body which Gruagach had undoubtedly left for the big finale was his face, the face that all fairies were now staring at. And next to him he could listen to the heavy breathing of the creature he has come to see as his master.

"My brethren! My dear brothers and sisters if the fae! I welcome you to this day of celebration!" Gruagach hollered at the masses that started cheering at his rousing. "In this day we will have our sweet revenge! Revenge in the name of our fallen brothers and sisters! Revenge on the name of our queen! Revenge against this vile creature that the filthy humans dare to call savior! This defiler of our once proud race! Today we are here to see as he receives his punishment, his just desserts, his payback from our kind! To see this so called Hellboy suffer his own hell on Earth!"

And with that last worth the blindfold was removed, and Hellboy slowly blinked as his eyes readjusted to the light and tried to understand what they were seeing. Yes, his ears were already ringing from the thundering roars of exhilaration from the crowd, but as loud as they were he expected a few hundreds at the most. Instead what he saw in front of him were tens of thousands of angry fairies in all shapes looking at him with disgust, disdain and delight from the humiliation he was about to suffer. Hellboy was fully aware that he wasn't the most popular among the creatures of this real , but even he wouldn't have expected to have so many enemies, so many creatures gathered around just to see him suffer. It was disheartening, to say the least, knowing he had no one in this place he could even remotely call tolerant of him; that everyone in front of him hated him and that more than one would love to take him out themselves.

"Today," Gruagach continued, "we look at his body as the horror he is! The horror he has become! The horror we have made him to be just like his predecessors made us to be, pushing us into the darkness, and for what!? So that man can tear apart the world!? So that we remain silent as the lands and forests we used to call our home are shattered before our very eyes!? I say no more! I say this is but the first step we take towards taking back what's ours! I say if we destroy humanity's savior, then nothing will stop us from doing the same to them! This is a day of celebration because today we start taking this world back!" he said it and the masses swallowed it all, taking in his each and every word, craving them from the bottom of their souls. And Gruagach stood in front of him, his hands cupping Hellboy's chin and pulling him up. I had been so long that Hellboy wished he would've forgotten that face, yet the one he saw was far more horrific than what he remembered; it was one twisted by hatred and thirst, far more evil than he had seen in any creature of the abyss he had ever faced before. "For a second there I couldn't remember why I did this in the first place, you know? This? This rise to revolution? Yes, it is nice, but it is more of an opportunity taken advantage of. I did this for you, Hellboy. I started this whole endeavor for you, to break your spirit and have my revenge against you. And then, when I saw your spirit dying out I lifted it back up just to see it crumble again, and it is something I will enjoy doing for all eternity if necessary. So go ahead! Burn my soul away with the fire of your anger, with that powerful flame that still exists in your eyes. I promise you that as long as your body stays up I won't allow it to fade."

And he took a step back for the still cheering fairies to look up at him as the symbol of power that would lead them to victory. To Hellboy none of that mattered anymore. If he was capable of surviving this, what was ahead? Years and years of being Gruagach's toy, waiting to be fed with his seed, to be taken out only for others to desire his flesh, to suffer abuse of all kinds on a daily basis until the end of times and beyond if possible. His spirit had long being broken; all he could do now was to endure it until the sweet release of death came and took him away from it, for he no longer believed in any sort of miracle.

The first one to come in front of him was a slender black demon whose eight long legs made it clear he was Anien. The old spider turned around at Hellboy, his face covered in warts and his eight bleachy, almost blind eyes staring at his body with hunger. It was evident that he once again wanted to enjoy eating the demon out, but held back on his instincts and instead presented a thin, sharp needle to the audience, getting loud cries of approval from them. Hellboy's breathing rushed as fear inadvertently started taking over, his muscles tensing around the wooden bindings he was locked in as the needle approached him. Anien's free hand held the demon in place and the needle dug in his skin underneath his eye.

The shriek of horror that came from Hellboy was almost immediately drowned in the crowd's bellows of excitement and joy as the needle quickly travelled down his cheek, marking his face with the black ink that burnt underneath his skin. Up and down it went, the spider's hands moving with the speed of lightning across his features, marking them for eternity in the most tortuous way imaginable. Everything, from the fat of his cheekes to the thin flesh of his forehead invaded by the sharp needle, covering him in what was almost definitely the most disturbing and humiliating imagery Gruagach could come up with, all to get a few more screams out of his now toothless mouth. And when the last stroke was taken, Anien stood in front of the crowd, victorious and proud before showing them his craft. And it was received with a landslide of excitement from the masses.

They didn't allow him a moment. Just as Anien left the stage a hulking mass of bright orange muscle took his place. It took little insight from Hellboy's part to know this was Haba in the flesh, a small table crammed with instruments already set next to him, just waiting to be used on the demon's unsuspecting body. Haba's face remained surprisingly serious as he forced Hellboy's mouth open and used the same pliers with which they had removed his teeth to pull his tongue out. Clearly the next logical step was for a scalding hot bar to be pressed on it, opening a hole in it hat got screams from both, its owner and the fairies watching it unfold in front of them, all ending with a round black stud being clicked in his tongue.

The next minutes remained the same. His septum being opened and a stream of blood flowing from it, his ears being pierced repeatedly until they were covered in a tow of rings, his chin and eyebrows opening up for more round studs to be inserted; even his horns weren't spared as they had multiple holes lined up for bigger rings to dangle from them. If his face looked as bad as it felt then Hellboy was sure he was a monster now. And when he was finished with it Haba simply stepped away, not making much of a fuzz and just allowing the crowd to enjoy his work.

"Rejoice, my comrades!" Gruagach stepped back on the front of the stage and the clamors of the audience became stronger, full of their admiration for him. "Rejoice, but don't forget! This is barely the beginning if our payback against those who wronged us! They didn't settle for defiling our image and insulting our memory, did they!? No! They drove us away from the homes that rightfully belonged to us! That were given to us by nature itself! We were violated! Yes, you heard me right, violated! So to that I say, if we really want payback, if we really want justice," he took off his golden kilt and instead of the bloody mesh Hellboy had expected since biting it off he saw the Grom's massive cock standing full and proud, twitching from the anticipation, throbbing for a hand to touch it, and just like him begging for release, "we must violate them back!"

Whistles, screams and callings of Gruagach's name filled the air of the streets as the fairies everywhere showed their approval of his way, and the boar decided to indulge them. Hellboy saw him walk back and immediately knew what was coming, something that was long overdue, that he was glad he hadn't felt for so long. The head of the boar's wet length reached his hole and his hands grabbed his hips for the best support available, and without any warning or consideration the long, thick endowment of the Grom was rammed down his hole, making the demon roar out in pain to mix with the crowd's overly excited and aroused yells.

"Join me, my comrades!" Gruagach said after his second thrust elicited yet another cry from the demon. "Let us show this savior and all those he claims to save that we will not lay down! That we will fight back with everything we have and we will take pleasure in it! Come and join me in this sweet revenge!"

And all hell broke loose. Thousands of fairies climbed up on the stage, all of them making their long way for Hellboy, shoving their lengths down the smoothness of his toothless mouth two or three at once, pushing them through the many rings that adorned him and pulling up and down on his already damaged skin, rubbing them against his muscles and smearing their fluids all over him and many of them pushing inside his ass alongside Gruagach's, stretching it beyond its limits so it would take more of them. In a matter of seconds he was already covered, drowning and filling with the seed of countless fairies, far more than he had ever taken before. Being nothing but a toy for Gruagach this wasn't the first time he found himself raped beyond belief by a crowd of otherworldly creatures, yet he had never faced such a number of eager beings just waiting to get a chance of having their cocks pleased by him.

And hen it downed on him. It wasn't about their pleasure, it was about his pain. It had always been about his pain. The more the merrier. It had always been about his humiliation, his suffering, his destruction; they did it like this simply because they had something to earn from it for themselves. It downed on him that he no longer existed for any reason other than to suffer for them, that pain was the only certainty in his life and he had to cling to it, lest he would lose his mind and his life. In the end, a life of pain didn't seem as the best alternative, but it was the only one.

"Wake up, Anung Un Rama," Gruagach's voice reached his ears and he slowly came to. After hours and hours of letting the fairies tear him apart Hellboy had finally fallen unconscious, and yet he was certain that his body had been used for several more hours afterwards. Above him Gruagach looked down with a joyous smile plastered on his snout. It couldn't mean anything good but why bother by no with such trivialities. "You're finally up, good. It was a riot back there, don't you agree? The most exciting moment of my life, and you, my dear, you were outstanding! The masses have finally given themselves to me and soon our revolution will start. And I couldn't have done it without you, my sweet Hellboy," Gruagach stood up and stepped away, giving Hellboy enough space to sit up and watch around. Instead of the dungeon the boar had brought him over to his own personal chambers, and that kind of unprecedented act only made him all the more nervous. "As you know I gave you my word, that if you were capable of loving through my tests you would be set free. Well, my tests are over and here you are, having endured it all. You must be proud of yourself, your hope finally paid off and you can at long last go back to your family and friends. So what are you waiting for? Go ahead, leave and make sure you join them for the great battles that are coming."

And yet Hellboy didn't move an inch. It was simply too convenient that Gruagach, after all that had transpired, would just let him go like that. Even id he had given him his word he couldn't help but be at the very least suspicious of it all. After all, Gruagach wasn't the kind of enemy that would let his prey go as easy as that; even if easy wasn't the word, it definitely was by the boar's standards, for he could've done much worse. That's when it hit him that what he had done was deform his body beyond recognition, and afterwards he had to look. He knew he looked bad, he could feel he looked back, but this was a wildly different urge. He had to look at his own body and make sure firsthand what kind of horror he had been turned into.

Then the mirror by the corner of the room caught his eye and all the horror of the past days downed on him in an instant. Was he really willing to put himself through that? Through the torture of watching himself turned into a monster? Would he be able to handle it? All those things circled around in his head but it made no difference as none of those questions banged louder than his primal instinct, his need to know what had happened to him. And so he looked in the mirror...

And what he saw was pure horror.

Covering his body was the most sickening and disgusting, nightmarish imagery he could have ever imagined. Pictures of dicks and cocks scattered here and there and their owners, demons from the abyss pleasing themselves as they tortured others. Goats raping children, angels falling from heaven, hundreds of bodies rotting and melting as long jaws adorned his abdomen, spitting fire while all the darkest pf creatures danced, raped and killed all over his skin, covered in the most insulting and hideous words he knew. 'Whore', 'Slut', 'Cockhungry', 'Property of Hell'- those were just a few examples of the things that spread all over his rather wide body. And through it all, countless piercings dangling from his skin so as to be placed right on the many members and testicles all over his self. There wasn't a single shred of untouched skin to the point that it was hard to see it's original red color under the ink.

"Like I said, you are free to leave," Gruagach said behind him, a sinister edge layering his voice and fairly noticeable in his reflection. "You are free to leave, just as you are free to stay. You are free to go home, be ostracized by strangers and pitied by your loved ones for the rest of your life, taken out of the field and forced to remain in your room until the loneliness drives you to take your own life, or you are free to stay here, serving me, and giving an actual purpose to your life; the only purpose a freak like you can have."

It was disgusting. It was sadistic. It was horrifying. And over all, it was true. There was no way Hellboy would ever be accepted in the world now. All he had ever wanted was to fit in, to be accepted, all things he had only achieved in the Bureau, but now? His friends would never look at him the same way and before long they would abandon him, provided he didn't abandon himself first. And the world that had rejected him for being red and having a pair of horns would chase him to the end of the world for his head. So Gruagach was right, he only had one place left to call home.

He scooted back to his master, whimpering through his toothless lips, rubbing his still sore skin, and lovingly grabbed his leg. And without the ability to speak properly anymore he begged him the only way he knew how: He slipped the Grom's massive erection down his smooth mouth and took it in in a single gulp, bobbing up and down as his tongue worked the length and the heavy sack underneath.

"Good boy, Hellboy. You are a good boy," Gruagach said, victorious, as he caressed his pet between the horns, knowing that it was now I possible for him to leave, that the flame of hope would consistently find its way into his eyes and that he would enjoy years to come playing with it.