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"writing": "[b][u][center]Hurled Through Hell\nChapter 6\nFor Damiekinz\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[i]Another fight, another loss. \n\nEoghann fell to his knees as the spear caught him in the gut. Nothing damaged, nothing hurt, but too tired to stay on his feet. The hellhound grinned, pushing him back and pinning him to the ground. The familiar smell of a sheath and canine cock filled his nose as he submitted to being face-fucked. \n\nThrust. \n\nThrust. \n\nThrust. \n\nIn short time, the knot was out and grinding against his lips, the sheer girth of it forcing his mouth wider and wider as the hellhound worked to shove it in. He groaned, gagging as the tapered tip rubbed against the back of his throat, always grinding, always shoving deeper, deeper, deeper until – \n\nPOP!\n\nIt was in, and he could barely breathe around it. There was no way for him to do anything but swallow now, working his tongue in exhaustion around the underside of the shaft. It swelled and throbbed against him, the canine’s musk working up his nose and spinning ‘round his brain. The taste, the thick, heavy taste of cock and male and seed, was just as powerful, running all around that shaft and getting plastered against his tongue. \n\nIt didn’t take long before the demon came down his throat, but one orgasm was never going to be enough. Not with that knot trapped behind his teeth. Not with the hellhound wanting more from him.[/i]\n\n#\n\n[i]Another fight, another loss. \n\nHe fell to all fours, his ass in the air as his head spun. The daggers in his back were pulled free, and he had his cheeks spread. He groaned as a tongue shoved its way between them, tasting his hole before he got the familiar feeling of the oil poured over his cheeks. \n\nSlick. \n\nWet. \n\nJust a bit slimy. \n\n“Nnngh!”\n\nHe groaned as the whole cock, even the knot, popped in right at the start. There was no stopping it, no holding it back. All he could do was take it, and his ass bounced with every thrust. \n\n“Heh. Been waiting for my turn with you, Pillow-Butt.”\n\nEoghann huffed under his breath, not daring to say anything against the demon even as he wished he could. \n\nThrust. Thrust. Thrust. \n\nPOP! POP! POP!\n\nHe wheezed at the pleasure forced upon him by the knot-fucking, the rough friction of the thick bulb playing havoc with his mind. He could barely breathe as each thrust forced the air from his lungs and drove him deeper into the dark sand of the arena. \n\nIn, out, in, out, faster and harder until the pops were so quiet that he could barely hear them anymore. The hellhound slapped his ass, marking it, burning it with each rough clap across his cheeks. The burning got stronger and stronger until he could feel that almost more than he could feel that knot. \n\nAlmost. \n\n“Nnngh…nnngh…MMPH!”\n\nAnd once more, he came, humiliating himself before the arena…[/i]\n\n#\n\n[i]Another fight, and his first win. \n\nAdmittedly, it was just against an imp, the leathery, winged creature a third smaller than him – if it was that big at all – but it was a win, nonetheless. The fat-assed badger rushed the fallen demon, pinning him to the ground before flipping him over. \n\n“My turn…fucking…my turn…”\n\nHe gripped his cock at the base and rammed in. The imp moaned under him, but even as the badger set to fucking – \n\nClap-clap-clap. \n\nHis cheeks bounced behind him, smacking together each time that he bottomed out inside of the imp, and his face burned as he realized that even topping wasn’t without its humiliation now. He was too big, too thick to be able to fuck away normally. Even though the imp was the one that lost, his ass still put on a show for the whole arena. \n\nEoghann tried to focus on the tight imp hole around his cock, on the way that his cock felt so big in the smaller demon’s ass, but – \n\nClap-clap-clap. His cheeks kept distracting him with their own sounds, and he groaned every time that he heard the new name whispered or shouted by the crowd. \n\nPillow-Butt. Pillow-Butt. Pillow-Butt. \n\nEven the imp under him seemed more than happy to keep that name going. He bit his lips and growled, but even as he thrust away, he couldn’t help but focus more on his ass than anything else. \n\nA win, but still, a loss of dignity.[/i]\n\n#\n\nThree years passed. Three years in which he was forced to not only learn the rules of the arena, but confront the fact that he was far less than he had been in life. Eoghann had imagined that he had the strength to fight back when he finally was given the chance, but without his magic, he had less than he thought. \n\nHe stared at his hand, squeezing his fingers into a fist before slowly releasing them again. The badger sighed, slowly lowering his head back on the rocky excuse for a pillow he had been given on that first night. He’d never gotten anything better. Some of the other souls in the barracks had something, from what he’d gleaned, but they had done better in their fights, pushing themselves harder, and had managed to take down more demons than he did. And when they lost, they lost more than their dignity. \n\nIn the Circle of Punishment, one kept what one was able to earn through fighting. Whether that was the rare mortal that managed to keep beating a demon and keeping them for a pet or some of them that managed to win enough in the arena to get small privileges from Haborym’s underlings, however, it was only theirs for as long as they kept winning. As soon as the victories stopped, so did the privileges. \n\n[i]And it’s not like any of us can age out…[/i]\n\nThat was something that he had noticed. For all that there were demons and ‘mortals,’ the mortals didn’t seem to be getting any older down in the Circle of Punishment. He had been here three years, and there had been one champion, an older polar bear that was always sweating up a storm and grumbling about the heat. The bear’s old braids down his chest and his long fur down his back made him look like someone at the beginning of his senior years, and three years of constant combat should have worn the old man down. \n\nBut he never deteriorated. He just…kept winning. \n\n[i]We’re immortal down here. The only way to get higher up the ranks is to get better, because nobody’s going to go past their prime without being really stupid about it.[/i]\n\nAnd that meant that he had to figure out how to get better. Three years of constant fighting had left him with almost nothing. He had lost at least nine out of every ten battles, and his wins were rare and infrequent, even on the occasion that he was matched against something that wasn’t so much higher-level than he was. And even then – \n\n“Hey, Pillow-Butt.”\n\nEoghann gritted his teeth at the name, even as a faint twitch struck him under his loincloth. That damn nickname had stuck hard, and now, everyone used it. Even the souls that had learned his name had used that instead, constantly reminding him how the rest of the arena saw him. \n\nThe badger rolled to the side, looking at the rhino standing in the doorway. \n\n“What?”\n\n“You better get up. Almost time for the Cycling.”\n\n“The hell is that?”\n\n“First time?”\n\nEoghann nodded. \n\n“Heh, you’re in for a treat. Come on; it’s required, anyway.”\n\nGrumbling under his breath, the badger rolled himself to his feet. The almost-useless loincloth flapped about his thighs as he stumbled against his own lingering exhaustion before making his way to the door. \n\nThe barracks were situated just outside of the Coliseum. They had just enough distance to be able to sleep without getting disturbed by the twenty-four/seven fighting in there (he was starting to wonder if the sun ever actually set in this realm) but not so far that they couldn’t be summoned there at a moment’s notice. There was some unstated rule about having to be there to watch at least a large portion of the fights, and more than once, Eoghann had been ripped from sleep to serve as witness to the fights going on in the arena. He even had his own designated seat on the eastern side of the Coliseum. \n\nHe climbed the stairs, making his way around some low-level tussling in the stands and on the side stairs. The badger ducked to avoid the attention of some of the patrolling hellhounds that were clearly looking for fights of their own and kept on walking toward his seat toward the middle of the eastern side. \n\nIt was open, as it always was. He didn’t know how the Circle seemed to know what seats were meant to stay open and which weren’t, and how the other mortals that lived down here were kept informed of which ones to ignore, but…\n\nWell, it didn’t matter. \n\nEoghann walked down the aisle of seats just above his row, stepping sideways around the stone squares and avoiding some of the mortals that were busy fucking. Next to where he was going to sit was a rat that was balls-deep in hellhound pussy, the hound wearing a collar that read ‘Hellbitch’ that jingled every time that the rat pulled her down against his cock. \n\n“Yeah, you love that rat-cock, don’t you, Hellbitch?” the rat grunted as Eoghann slid behind him. “Take it. Take it and moan for me, mortal-lover.”\n\n“Nnngh…mmmph…”\n\nHe shook his head, trying to ignore that. The rat must have been pretty damn cocky, all things considered. He wouldn’t have dared fuck a demon like that. Hell, not even an imp, considering that the tables could have been flipped at any moment. If they remembered what he did to them – and they probably did, considering that he didn’t forget what was done to him – the last thing the badger wanted was some pissed-off demon that wanted revenge for all the humiliation that they’d suffered. \n\nThe rhino that had woken him up patted the badger’s empty seat. Eoghann hopped down from the row above, grunting as he tried and failed to get comfortable on the overly-hard surface. \n\n“Ugh…this is the worst.”\n\n“Heh, we both know it’s not,” the rhino said, shaking his head. “How long you been here?”\n\n“Three years today.”\n\n“Oh, shit. You mean, you don’t know how any of this – heh. No wonder you don’t get it.”\n\n“Don’t get what?” Eoghann raised an eyebrow. “We fight, the demons fight, and whoever wins gets a fair shot at dominating the other. What’s there to get?”\n\n“Heh, you ever wonder why the Archfiend of this circle is a Cerberus, kid?”\n\n“…One, I’m older than you, I think. Two, what does that have to do with anything?”\n\n“Juuuust watch, Pillow-Butt. The Cycling is about to start.”\n\nA great gong echoed around the arena. The fucking didn’t stop, but the fighting did, and everyone that wasn’t busy railing someone else turned their attention to the middle of the arena. \n\nHaborym appeared in his signature flash of black fire, taking a position in the middle of the Coliseum. He stood there, slowly turning in place, multiple heads staring into the audience, the only one not glaring with red fire being the gagged head of Ym. The other two fixed everyone with a stern stare that was more than sufficient to stop all chatter, even from those that were still rutting away. \n\nDidn’t stop the rat beside him from grinding forward, still, and huffing and grunting under his breath, but it stopped the rest of the random chatter happening around him. Eoghann settled back in his seat, but he was fascinated in spite of himself. For the first time, he found it in him to be…interested in something, to pay a more intellectual mind rather than just feeling angry or defiant. \n\n[i]This…this is power…[/i]\n\nBerith had been subtle in the use of their power, using a connection to throw the badger’s mind around and confuse him with all kinds of experiences. Astaroth had used his power to bring forth pleasure, to obliterate anything that confused or got in the way of utter indulgence. Doubtlessly, both of the Archfiends had more power that they could bring to bear, but they never had. \n\nHaborym, on the other hand…\n\nThe air pulsed, pressure echoing out from the middle of the arena like a beating heart. He could feel each wave of it washing over him, like the waves of an earthquake rippling through air rather than stone. He grunted as they passed through him, clenching his hands tighter and tighter around the arms of the chair. The badger forced himself to breathe between the pulses, because if he tried to breathe through them, the pressure was enough to knock it right out of his lungs. \n\nThe sky echoed the pulses overhead, changing color. The warm hues of orange and red flared out again and again, each time slightly different from the one before, each time like a different shade of fire. They darkened, growing more and more sinister and hellish as the powerful pulses grew more intense. \n\n“What…what’s happening?” Eoghann whispered. \n\n“The Cycling,” the rhino said. “There are three heads, and three eras.”\n\n“Three –”\n\nThe final pulse rippled out, carrying with it a dull gong-sound that was more felt than heard. The skies went from fire to blood-red, and the sun itself trembled as it became an orb of crimson and claret. As it changed, so did Haborym. \n\nFire descended from the heavens, and as it did, the heads of the Cerberus were engulfed. Eoghann stared, his eyes going wider and wider as it seemed all but certain that the flames should completely consume the Archfiend. The red fires certainly spread all the way down his body, running from his shoulders to his feet, and the sixteen-foot frame of the Cerberus was little more than a torch in the middle of the arena. He stood there, his arms outstretched to the heaven, and he tilted his head back. \n\n“Ymhabor…Ymhabor…”\n\nThe word started with the rhino at his right, but the word spread and built as more and more mortals and demons throughout the arena repeated it. Even the rat on his left started to mutter it under his breath. \n\n“Ymhabor, Ymhabor, Ymhabor.”\n\nEoghann looked around, staring at the mouths of hundreds, thousands, perhaps even as much as millions of demons and souls whispered the same word over and over. The whisper built into a roar as the fire flared hotter and higher, the shape of the Cerberus changing ever so slightly in the midst of the crimson flames. \n\n[i]What…how…[/i]\n\n“Ymhabor! Ymhabor! Ymhabor!”\n\nThe word – the name, he realized – was even coming from his lips now, some sort of compulsion seizing hold and making him join the rest of the crowd in their chanting of the name. It kept falling from his lips, the meaning unknown, but the urge to say it undeniable. \n\nAnd then, the flames died. \n\nThe Cerberus Archfiend still stood in the middle of the arena, but no longer the same as he had been. Ha, the sadistic head, had moved from the left side to the center, and Bor had moved from the center to the right. Ym, gagged Ym, had taken Ha’s place on the left. \n\nBut it wasn’t merely a shuffling of heads. Not only had Ha grown bigger as the central head, but the aura of the entire realm was changing. The heat of the desert and sands had been strong before, but the beating heat of the glowing crimson orb above had become utterly oppressive. Ha grinned as he stretched out his hands toward the arena, and there was none of the fairness, the balance of Bor in that gesture. Instead, it was like some great king reaching out to his conquered subjects. \n\n“What…what just happened?” Eoghann whispered. “That…that’s not Haborym anymore…”\n\n“No. That’s Ymhabor. It is the Age of Ha, now,” the rhino said. \n\n“But –”\n\n“He cycles between them,” the rhino explained, grunting as he rubbed at his neck. “Mmmph…soon…”\n\n“Cycles. Explain. Fucking…fucking explain,” Eoghann whispered, a shiver running down his spine. \n\n“You saw them before, you know they’re all different. Bor is the fair one. He punishes, but keeps things more or less fair. You win, you get something, you lose, someone else gets something. Everyone has a chance. \n\n“Ha? Ha is the sadistic, dominant one. There’s no need for fairness. He puts the demons in charge. There’s no getting away from them, no more fighting –”\n\n“NNNGH!”\n\nEoghann whipped his head around, staring at the rat at his left. There was no more humping forward; he was pinned to his seat by the thick hips of the ‘Hellbitch’ that he had been fucking, and the red-furred canine had broken her collar, chuckling as she turned around to face the rat properly. \n\n“You think that you can just use me for years, hmm? Well, now you’re going to be of use, instead…”\n\n“Nnngh…please, please, I’m sorry – AH!”\n\n“No, no, no, you [i]think[/i] you’re sorry. We’re going to see just how sorry you are over the next two and a half years.”\n\n“Two…two and a half –”\n\n“Seven years split between three heads,” the rhino grunted. “Mmmph…almost shifted over now…”\n\n“Quickly, quickly, what’s that mean?” Eoghann muttered. \n\n“Three years under Bor. Then two and a half years under Ha, with demons ruling everyone. Then – ulk!”\n\nThe rhino fell to his knees, a collar of thick metal wrapped around his throat. The same heavy feeling struck the badger a second later, and he gasped as the weight of iron and steel settled around his neck. It pressed down on his shoulders, wrapped close to his throat, and he groaned as it pulled him right out of his chair. \n\nAll fours. \n\nSubmissive. \n\nUnderling. \n\nThe pressure in the air returned, but different to the power of Bor. It was an oppressive aura, and when he looked up at the hellhound female at his side, he could see her wide grin growing bigger still. \n\n“Come, Pillow-Butt,” she said, curling her finger as she lifted her hips up – squelch – then down on the rat’s cock. “Come and show me that you understand your place underneath demon-kind…”\n\nIt was a command, and he realized too late that there was no resisting demon commands. Not in the Age of Ha. \n\nHe didn’t know what happened to the rhino that had told him what was going on. His world narrowed, his vision tunneling to the curvy, bouncy butt that was rising and falling over the rat. The grunts of the rodent, the whispers and pleas for mercy as his cock was used as a dildo, faded away. All that mattered was that ass. \n\nDeep down inside, Eoghann panted as he understood what was happening. The slavery and compulsion was Ha’s pleasure, the need to show every mortal their place, the need to put them through punishment. \n\nSubmission. \n\nSubservience. \n\nHumiliation. \n\nHe kept crawling forward, pulled along by the collar and the command alike. He grunted, trying and failing to hold back. The command dragged him closer, closer, closer, until he was kneeling between the rat’s legs and staring at the hellhound’s holes. \n\nHer pussy was spread by the rat’s cock, but there was no domination from the rodent. She rode him, sliding down, and he could see the way that her pussy was deliberately grabbing at him, squeezing down and making it tighter, hotter for him. Even when the rat came, there was no mercy, no slowing down. All he got was more. \n\nSquelch. \n\nSquelch. \n\nSquelch. \n\nAnd then there was her ass. Her big, round ass, topped with a tail that was flicked up and cheeks that were already spread for him. Her ass, a pink pucker among the crimson fur that surrounded it, flexed and showed off for him. She looked back at him over her shoulder, smacking her own ass. \n\n“Get in there. Eat it out, mortal. Show me that you understand what you are meant to be, Pillow-Butt. Nothing but a demon toy.”\n\nHe had no choice. He leaned in and he pressed his lips to her hole. \n\nIt took a few moments for him to get used to the rise and fall of her rhythm, but he managed it faster than he expected. Soon, he was moving with her, taking her scent, her taste. His tongue danced along her hole, worshiping it, devouring it as she rode the rat’s cock. \n\nUp. \n\nDown. \n\nUp. \n\nDown. \n\nHe lost himself to it, the rolling pace almost relaxing as the ‘Hellbitch’ continued to enjoy herself on the rat. She laughed, her hand on the back of his head to keep him pinned against her hole, and he knew that he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. The way that she held him, the laughs from above, the way that the aura of the realm had completely changed: it meant that any chance of fairness was out the window. If something would humiliate them, put them under the demons, then it would happen. \n\nHe groaned, closing his eyes slowly, and he settled in for a long, deep ass-eating. His tongue flicked over her hole, every so often getting a faint taste of her previous rounds with the rat leaking up or splashing out from her pussy, but most of the time, it was just the warmth and slight bitterness that came from back there. \n\nLap. Lap. Lap. He groaned, his eyes closing tighter as he tried to imagine he still had a chance to get free, but – \n\n“Go on, kiss it. Kiss my ass, Pillow-Butt, and tell me how much you love the chance to eat it out.”\n\n“Mmmph…I love it…”\n\nThe words came free before he could stop himself, and he huffed before his lips locked with her rim. He kissed her ass, kissed her asshole, like it was a lover, dragging his tongue along it and whimpering before he broke contact. \n\n“I love the chance to worship your ass. It’s so…so hot…”\n\n“You bet it is. Now, keep going. You’re not stopping until I’m satisfied, and I’m not planning on that happening for hours, at least…”\n\nThe shivers running up and down his spine were surely only the start of what was to come. \n\n#\n\nThe taste of cum was getting more and more frequent as time passed. Eoghann groaned, the metal collar around his throat keeping him from moving from where he lay on the hellish earth. The hellhound that had just finished using his throat pulled away, a long string of slime running from the tip of the tapered cock to his lips. He coughed, but he couldn’t protest as he caught his breath. \n\nHe laid there, his eyes staring blearily up at the reddened heavens. How long now? A year? At least a year. It has to be at least a year into Ha’s reign of tyranny, because if it was any less, he didn’t know if he could take it. There was no mercy from the demons, now, no chance to fight them, and – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nHe grunted as a leathery sole pressed against his face. He looked up between the toes, not surprised to find an imp standing on his face. They had come looking for him again and again, reminding him that his few victories in the arena had been temporary, at best. They were keen to remind him that he was nothing under the demons. \n\nEoghann groaned, opening his mouth slowly as the toes were slipped past his lips. Sweat, and flesh, and the low-level muskiness that clung to all demons – or so it seemed – hit his tongue, and his cock twitched despite himself. \n\n“Heheheh, Pillow-Butt understands now,” the imp said. “Pillow-Butt knows that he likes this.”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Pillow-Butt is butt-slut, foot-slut, just fucking slut!”\n\nThe imp laughed, and Eoghann’s cheeks burned all the hotter as he felt his cock rising more and more. It was bad enough to be forced through these actions, but having an erection while doing it almost felt like his body was actually betraying him to the demons. It felt like they weren’t just teasing him, but telling the truth. \n\n[i]Endure…endure…[/i]\n\n#\n\nHe lost track of time. He wasn’t sure if it was a year and a half in, or two years, or less. For someone that was used so hard, put through the wringer as often as the mortals were, he honestly wasn’t sure that time actually [i]had[/i] meaning anymore. \n\n“Nnngh…ha…ha…ha…”\n\nThe hellhound over him was rutting him, pinning him to the ground and grinding his chest into the sand. His mouth hung open as he was used, his hole no longer burning after so many uses. The knot popping in and out of him was at least the seventh one that day, and his hole gaped from such regular use that it was no different to the way that a normal cock had once felt going in and out, in and out, in and – \n\nCRACK!\n\nEoghann gasped, arching his back as blackened sand clung to his chest fluff. His ass burned as hot as fire, and he swore that it was only getting worse with each successive use that he was put through. The spanking was a training all its own, forcing him to tighten up around the hellhound cock and – \n\nPOP!\n\nThere it was again, the knot-fucking slurping sound. He groaned as he settled back down against the ground, huffing as he felt the knot again, felt the weight of it against his prostate, and – fuck, fuck, fuck, it felt so good and he was going to cum and – \n\n“Mmmmph!”\n\nThe hellhound buried himself in Eoghann’s ass, and the badger’s pillowy cheeks clenched around his cock. He could feel every last warm splurt filling him up, and he hated – and loved – how good it felt. So deep, so filling, so wonderful. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and…\n\nAnd he barely felt his own orgasm spitting out against his belly and the earth. All the pleasure was focused in his ass, making it so hard to think of his cock, so difficult to think of anything but the fulfilling heat in his hole. \n\n[i]Under demons. \n\nUsed by demons. \n\nEnjoying demons.[/i]\n\nHe’d seen some of the other mortals completely broken by the time that they’d already spent beneath the powerful creatures. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last, but he hoped he could make it through. \n\nTwo and a half years. Two and a half years under Ha, and then…then there’d be time under the next one. The rhino had said that the Cycling would come again. \n\nHe just had to hold on. \n\n#\n\nEoghann didn’t know how long it had been. He knelt before the throne of a small imp, his feet pressed against his padded rump and feeling the burn from the spanking, the rutting, the training that he had gone through. His collar was so fitted to him now that he barely remembered that it was there most of the time, and – \n\n“Lick, Pillow-Butt.”\n\nHe couldn’t help but obey. He dragged his tongue from the imp’s heels to his toes, tasting sole, tasting humiliation. \n\nAll around him, other mortal souls were in a similar state. There was not a rump in sight that didn’t glow bright red from constant spanking and fucking. Pleasure and pain had mixed together, becoming something that dulled the mind and made it impossible to think. He could only huff, and puff, and moan, and – \n\nA finger hooked his hole, and he hiked his ass up just a bit, just enough for the hellhound in question to come up and slide into place. He felt the hot tip of a cock before it slid in with ease, his hole stretched and used so often that it didn’t even need oil these days. He was just…ready for use. \n\nThe soft squelch of the knot slipping past his stretched hole left him moaning. Eoghann could barely feel the little twitch through his cock. Oh, he still got hard, still got stiff, but his cock was so much further away these days, so much less compared to the pleasure of his ass and the prostate ramming that he got every hour, on the hour. His eyes rolled back as he felt the familiar weight of a knot grinding down on his prostate, and his head kept going through the motions of licking, worshiping, and tending to the sole that was presented to him. \n\nAn imp-lover. \n\nA knot-worshiper. \n\nA fuck-toy. \n\nA mortal that was meant to serve demons. \n\nNo matter how hard Eoghann tried to hold out, those mantras were right at the edge of his mind. He could only pray to whatever was listening way out there in the edges of existence that Ha’s reign was coming to an end. Two and a half years had almost seemed possible, at first, but now…\n\nNow, he wasn’t so sure. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Eoghann continues his time in the Circle of Punishment, and ends up finding out why Haborym is a Cerberus. \n\nTags: M/M, M/F, M/F/M, Rimming, Anal, Ass Worship, Vaginal, Rat, Badger, Rhino, Demon, Hellhound, Cerberus, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Knot-Fucking, Punishment, Spanking, Heat, ",
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Hurled Through Hell Chapter 6 For Damiekinz By Draconicon
Another fight, another loss.
Eoghann fell to his knees as the spear caught him in the gut. Nothing damaged, nothing hurt, but too tired to stay on his feet. The hellhound grinned, pushing him back and pinning him to the ground. The familiar smell of a sheath and canine cock filled his nose as he submitted to being face-fucked.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
In short time, the knot was out and grinding against his lips, the sheer girth of it forcing his mouth wider and wider as the hellhound worked to shove it in. He groaned, gagging as the tapered tip rubbed against the back of his throat, always grinding, always shoving deeper, deeper, deeper until –
POP!
It was in, and he could barely breathe around it. There was no way for him to do anything but swallow now, working his tongue in exhaustion around the underside of the shaft. It swelled and throbbed against him, the canine’s musk working up his nose and spinning ‘round his brain. The taste, the thick, heavy taste of cock and male and seed, was just as powerful, running all around that shaft and getting plastered against his tongue.
It didn’t take long before the demon came down his throat, but one orgasm was never going to be enough. Not with that knot trapped behind his teeth. Not with the hellhound wanting more from him.
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Another fight, another loss.
He fell to all fours, his ass in the air as his head spun. The daggers in his back were pulled free, and he had his cheeks spread. He groaned as a tongue shoved its way between them, tasting his hole before he got the familiar feeling of the oil poured over his cheeks.
Slick.
Wet.
Just a bit slimy.
“Nnngh!”
He groaned as the whole cock, even the knot, popped in right at the start. There was no stopping it, no holding it back. All he could do was take it, and his ass bounced with every thrust.
“Heh. Been waiting for my turn with you, Pillow-Butt.”
Eoghann huffed under his breath, not daring to say anything against the demon even as he wished he could.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
POP! POP! POP!
He wheezed at the pleasure forced upon him by the knot-fucking, the rough friction of the thick bulb playing havoc with his mind. He could barely breathe as each thrust forced the air from his lungs and drove him deeper into the dark sand of the arena.
In, out, in, out, faster and harder until the pops were so quiet that he could barely hear them anymore. The hellhound slapped his ass, marking it, burning it with each rough clap across his cheeks. The burning got stronger and stronger until he could feel that almost more than he could feel that knot.
Almost.
“Nnngh…nnngh…MMPH!”
And once more, he came, humiliating himself before the arena…
#
Another fight, and his first win.
Admittedly, it was just against an imp, the leathery, winged creature a third smaller than him – if it was that big at all – but it was a win, nonetheless. The fat-assed badger rushed the fallen demon, pinning him to the ground before flipping him over.
“My turn…fucking…my turn…”
He gripped his cock at the base and rammed in. The imp moaned under him, but even as the badger set to fucking –
Clap-clap-clap.
His cheeks bounced behind him, smacking together each time that he bottomed out inside of the imp, and his face burned as he realized that even topping wasn’t without its humiliation now. He was too big, too thick to be able to fuck away normally. Even though the imp was the one that lost, his ass still put on a show for the whole arena.
Eoghann tried to focus on the tight imp hole around his cock, on the way that his cock felt so big in the smaller demon’s ass, but –
Clap-clap-clap. His cheeks kept distracting him with their own sounds, and he groaned every time that he heard the new name whispered or shouted by the crowd.
Pillow-Butt. Pillow-Butt. Pillow-Butt.
Even the imp under him seemed more than happy to keep that name going. He bit his lips and growled, but even as he thrust away, he couldn’t help but focus more on his ass than anything else.
A win, but still, a loss of dignity.
#
Three years passed. Three years in which he was forced to not only learn the rules of the arena, but confront the fact that he was far less than he had been in life. Eoghann had imagined that he had the strength to fight back when he finally was given the chance, but without his magic, he had less than he thought.
He stared at his hand, squeezing his fingers into a fist before slowly releasing them again. The badger sighed, slowly lowering his head back on the rocky excuse for a pillow he had been given on that first night. He’d never gotten anything better. Some of the other souls in the barracks had something, from what he’d gleaned, but they had done better in their fights, pushing themselves harder, and had managed to take down more demons than he did. And when they lost, they lost more than their dignity.
In the Circle of Punishment, one kept what one was able to earn through fighting. Whether that was the rare mortal that managed to keep beating a demon and keeping them for a pet or some of them that managed to win enough in the arena to get small privileges from Haborym’s underlings, however, it was only theirs for as long as they kept winning. As soon as the victories stopped, so did the privileges.
And it’s not like any of us can age out…
That was something that he had noticed. For all that there were demons and ‘mortals,’ the mortals didn’t seem to be getting any older down in the Circle of Punishment. He had been here three years, and there had been one champion, an older polar bear that was always sweating up a storm and grumbling about the heat. The bear’s old braids down his chest and his long fur down his back made him look like someone at the beginning of his senior years, and three years of constant combat should have worn the old man down.
But he never deteriorated. He just…kept winning.
We’re immortal down here. The only way to get higher up the ranks is to get better, because nobody’s going to go past their prime without being really stupid about it.
And that meant that he had to figure out how to get better. Three years of constant fighting had left him with almost nothing. He had lost at least nine out of every ten battles, and his wins were rare and infrequent, even on the occasion that he was matched against something that wasn’t so much higher-level than he was. And even then –
“Hey, Pillow-Butt.”
Eoghann gritted his teeth at the name, even as a faint twitch struck him under his loincloth. That damn nickname had stuck hard, and now, everyone used it. Even the souls that had learned his name had used that instead, constantly reminding him how the rest of the arena saw him.
The badger rolled to the side, looking at the rhino standing in the doorway.
“What?”
“You better get up. Almost time for the Cycling.”
“The hell is that?”
“First time?”
Eoghann nodded.
“Heh, you’re in for a treat. Come on; it’s required, anyway.”
Grumbling under his breath, the badger rolled himself to his feet. The almost-useless loincloth flapped about his thighs as he stumbled against his own lingering exhaustion before making his way to the door.
The barracks were situated just outside of the Coliseum. They had just enough distance to be able to sleep without getting disturbed by the twenty-four/seven fighting in there (he was starting to wonder if the sun ever actually set in this realm) but not so far that they couldn’t be summoned there at a moment’s notice. There was some unstated rule about having to be there to watch at least a large portion of the fights, and more than once, Eoghann had been ripped from sleep to serve as witness to the fights going on in the arena. He even had his own designated seat on the eastern side of the Coliseum.
He climbed the stairs, making his way around some low-level tussling in the stands and on the side stairs. The badger ducked to avoid the attention of some of the patrolling hellhounds that were clearly looking for fights of their own and kept on walking toward his seat toward the middle of the eastern side.
It was open, as it always was. He didn’t know how the Circle seemed to know what seats were meant to stay open and which weren’t, and how the other mortals that lived down here were kept informed of which ones to ignore, but…
Well, it didn’t matter.
Eoghann walked down the aisle of seats just above his row, stepping sideways around the stone squares and avoiding some of the mortals that were busy fucking. Next to where he was going to sit was a rat that was balls-deep in hellhound pussy, the hound wearing a collar that read ‘Hellbitch’ that jingled every time that the rat pulled her down against his cock.
“Yeah, you love that rat-cock, don’t you, Hellbitch?” the rat grunted as Eoghann slid behind him. “Take it. Take it and moan for me, mortal-lover.”
“Nnngh…mmmph…”
He shook his head, trying to ignore that. The rat must have been pretty damn cocky, all things considered. He wouldn’t have dared fuck a demon like that. Hell, not even an imp, considering that the tables could have been flipped at any moment. If they remembered what he did to them – and they probably did, considering that he didn’t forget what was done to him – the last thing the badger wanted was some pissed-off demon that wanted revenge for all the humiliation that they’d suffered.
The rhino that had woken him up patted the badger’s empty seat. Eoghann hopped down from the row above, grunting as he tried and failed to get comfortable on the overly-hard surface.
“Ugh…this is the worst.”
“Heh, we both know it’s not,” the rhino said, shaking his head. “How long you been here?”
“Three years today.”
“Oh, shit. You mean, you don’t know how any of this – heh. No wonder you don’t get it.”
“Don’t get what?” Eoghann raised an eyebrow. “We fight, the demons fight, and whoever wins gets a fair shot at dominating the other. What’s there to get?”
“Heh, you ever wonder why the Archfiend of this circle is a Cerberus, kid?”
“…One, I’m older than you, I think. Two, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Juuuust watch, Pillow-Butt. The Cycling is about to start.”
A great gong echoed around the arena. The fucking didn’t stop, but the fighting did, and everyone that wasn’t busy railing someone else turned their attention to the middle of the arena.
Haborym appeared in his signature flash of black fire, taking a position in the middle of the Coliseum. He stood there, slowly turning in place, multiple heads staring into the audience, the only one not glaring with red fire being the gagged head of Ym. The other two fixed everyone with a stern stare that was more than sufficient to stop all chatter, even from those that were still rutting away.
Didn’t stop the rat beside him from grinding forward, still, and huffing and grunting under his breath, but it stopped the rest of the random chatter happening around him. Eoghann settled back in his seat, but he was fascinated in spite of himself. For the first time, he found it in him to be…interested in something, to pay a more intellectual mind rather than just feeling angry or defiant.
This…this is power…
Berith had been subtle in the use of their power, using a connection to throw the badger’s mind around and confuse him with all kinds of experiences. Astaroth had used his power to bring forth pleasure, to obliterate anything that confused or got in the way of utter indulgence. Doubtlessly, both of the Archfiends had more power that they could bring to bear, but they never had.
Haborym, on the other hand…
The air pulsed, pressure echoing out from the middle of the arena like a beating heart. He could feel each wave of it washing over him, like the waves of an earthquake rippling through air rather than stone. He grunted as they passed through him, clenching his hands tighter and tighter around the arms of the chair. The badger forced himself to breathe between the pulses, because if he tried to breathe through them, the pressure was enough to knock it right out of his lungs.
The sky echoed the pulses overhead, changing color. The warm hues of orange and red flared out again and again, each time slightly different from the one before, each time like a different shade of fire. They darkened, growing more and more sinister and hellish as the powerful pulses grew more intense.
“What…what’s happening?” Eoghann whispered.
“The Cycling,” the rhino said. “There are three heads, and three eras.”
“Three –”
The final pulse rippled out, carrying with it a dull gong-sound that was more felt than heard. The skies went from fire to blood-red, and the sun itself trembled as it became an orb of crimson and claret. As it changed, so did Haborym.
Fire descended from the heavens, and as it did, the heads of the Cerberus were engulfed. Eoghann stared, his eyes going wider and wider as it seemed all but certain that the flames should completely consume the Archfiend. The red fires certainly spread all the way down his body, running from his shoulders to his feet, and the sixteen-foot frame of the Cerberus was little more than a torch in the middle of the arena. He stood there, his arms outstretched to the heaven, and he tilted his head back.
“Ymhabor…Ymhabor…”
The word started with the rhino at his right, but the word spread and built as more and more mortals and demons throughout the arena repeated it. Even the rat on his left started to mutter it under his breath.
“Ymhabor, Ymhabor, Ymhabor.”
Eoghann looked around, staring at the mouths of hundreds, thousands, perhaps even as much as millions of demons and souls whispered the same word over and over. The whisper built into a roar as the fire flared hotter and higher, the shape of the Cerberus changing ever so slightly in the midst of the crimson flames.
What…how…
“Ymhabor! Ymhabor! Ymhabor!”
The word – the name, he realized – was even coming from his lips now, some sort of compulsion seizing hold and making him join the rest of the crowd in their chanting of the name. It kept falling from his lips, the meaning unknown, but the urge to say it undeniable.
And then, the flames died.
The Cerberus Archfiend still stood in the middle of the arena, but no longer the same as he had been. Ha, the sadistic head, had moved from the left side to the center, and Bor had moved from the center to the right. Ym, gagged Ym, had taken Ha’s place on the left.
But it wasn’t merely a shuffling of heads. Not only had Ha grown bigger as the central head, but the aura of the entire realm was changing. The heat of the desert and sands had been strong before, but the beating heat of the glowing crimson orb above had become utterly oppressive. Ha grinned as he stretched out his hands toward the arena, and there was none of the fairness, the balance of Bor in that gesture. Instead, it was like some great king reaching out to his conquered subjects.
“What…what just happened?” Eoghann whispered. “That…that’s not Haborym anymore…”
“No. That’s Ymhabor. It is the Age of Ha, now,” the rhino said.
“But –”
“He cycles between them,” the rhino explained, grunting as he rubbed at his neck. “Mmmph…soon…”
“Cycles. Explain. Fucking…fucking explain,” Eoghann whispered, a shiver running down his spine.
“You saw them before, you know they’re all different. Bor is the fair one. He punishes, but keeps things more or less fair. You win, you get something, you lose, someone else gets something. Everyone has a chance.
“Ha? Ha is the sadistic, dominant one. There’s no need for fairness. He puts the demons in charge. There’s no getting away from them, no more fighting –”
“NNNGH!”
Eoghann whipped his head around, staring at the rat at his left. There was no more humping forward; he was pinned to his seat by the thick hips of the ‘Hellbitch’ that he had been fucking, and the red-furred canine had broken her collar, chuckling as she turned around to face the rat properly.
“You think that you can just use me for years, hmm? Well, now you’re going to be of use, instead…”
“Nnngh…please, please, I’m sorry – AH!”
“No, no, no, you think you’re sorry. We’re going to see just how sorry you are over the next two and a half years.”
“Two…two and a half –”
“Seven years split between three heads,” the rhino grunted. “Mmmph…almost shifted over now…”
“Quickly, quickly, what’s that mean?” Eoghann muttered.
“Three years under Bor. Then two and a half years under Ha, with demons ruling everyone. Then – ulk!”
The rhino fell to his knees, a collar of thick metal wrapped around his throat. The same heavy feeling struck the badger a second later, and he gasped as the weight of iron and steel settled around his neck. It pressed down on his shoulders, wrapped close to his throat, and he groaned as it pulled him right out of his chair.
All fours.
Submissive.
Underling.
The pressure in the air returned, but different to the power of Bor. It was an oppressive aura, and when he looked up at the hellhound female at his side, he could see her wide grin growing bigger still.
“Come, Pillow-Butt,” she said, curling her finger as she lifted her hips up – squelch – then down on the rat’s cock. “Come and show me that you understand your place underneath demon-kind…”
It was a command, and he realized too late that there was no resisting demon commands. Not in the Age of Ha.
He didn’t know what happened to the rhino that had told him what was going on. His world narrowed, his vision tunneling to the curvy, bouncy butt that was rising and falling over the rat. The grunts of the rodent, the whispers and pleas for mercy as his cock was used as a dildo, faded away. All that mattered was that ass.
Deep down inside, Eoghann panted as he understood what was happening. The slavery and compulsion was Ha’s pleasure, the need to show every mortal their place, the need to put them through punishment.
Submission.
Subservience.
Humiliation.
He kept crawling forward, pulled along by the collar and the command alike. He grunted, trying and failing to hold back. The command dragged him closer, closer, closer, until he was kneeling between the rat’s legs and staring at the hellhound’s holes.
Her pussy was spread by the rat’s cock, but there was no domination from the rodent. She rode him, sliding down, and he could see the way that her pussy was deliberately grabbing at him, squeezing down and making it tighter, hotter for him. Even when the rat came, there was no mercy, no slowing down. All he got was more.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Squelch.
And then there was her ass. Her big, round ass, topped with a tail that was flicked up and cheeks that were already spread for him. Her ass, a pink pucker among the crimson fur that surrounded it, flexed and showed off for him. She looked back at him over her shoulder, smacking her own ass.
“Get in there. Eat it out, mortal. Show me that you understand what you are meant to be, Pillow-Butt. Nothing but a demon toy.”
He had no choice. He leaned in and he pressed his lips to her hole.
It took a few moments for him to get used to the rise and fall of her rhythm, but he managed it faster than he expected. Soon, he was moving with her, taking her scent, her taste. His tongue danced along her hole, worshiping it, devouring it as she rode the rat’s cock.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
He lost himself to it, the rolling pace almost relaxing as the ‘Hellbitch’ continued to enjoy herself on the rat. She laughed, her hand on the back of his head to keep him pinned against her hole, and he knew that he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. The way that she held him, the laughs from above, the way that the aura of the realm had completely changed: it meant that any chance of fairness was out the window. If something would humiliate them, put them under the demons, then it would happen.
He groaned, closing his eyes slowly, and he settled in for a long, deep ass-eating. His tongue flicked over her hole, every so often getting a faint taste of her previous rounds with the rat leaking up or splashing out from her pussy, but most of the time, it was just the warmth and slight bitterness that came from back there.
Lap. Lap. Lap. He groaned, his eyes closing tighter as he tried to imagine he still had a chance to get free, but –
“Go on, kiss it. Kiss my ass, Pillow-Butt, and tell me how much you love the chance to eat it out.”
“Mmmph…I love it…”
The words came free before he could stop himself, and he huffed before his lips locked with her rim. He kissed her ass, kissed her asshole, like it was a lover, dragging his tongue along it and whimpering before he broke contact.
“I love the chance to worship your ass. It’s so…so hot…”
“You bet it is. Now, keep going. You’re not stopping until I’m satisfied, and I’m not planning on that happening for hours, at least…”
The shivers running up and down his spine were surely only the start of what was to come.
#
The taste of cum was getting more and more frequent as time passed. Eoghann groaned, the metal collar around his throat keeping him from moving from where he lay on the hellish earth. The hellhound that had just finished using his throat pulled away, a long string of slime running from the tip of the tapered cock to his lips. He coughed, but he couldn’t protest as he caught his breath.
He laid there, his eyes staring blearily up at the reddened heavens. How long now? A year? At least a year. It has to be at least a year into Ha’s reign of tyranny, because if it was any less, he didn’t know if he could take it. There was no mercy from the demons, now, no chance to fight them, and –
“Mmmph…”
He grunted as a leathery sole pressed against his face. He looked up between the toes, not surprised to find an imp standing on his face. They had come looking for him again and again, reminding him that his few victories in the arena had been temporary, at best. They were keen to remind him that he was nothing under the demons.
Eoghann groaned, opening his mouth slowly as the toes were slipped past his lips. Sweat, and flesh, and the low-level muskiness that clung to all demons – or so it seemed – hit his tongue, and his cock twitched despite himself.
“Heheheh, Pillow-Butt understands now,” the imp said. “Pillow-Butt knows that he likes this.”
“Nnngh…”
“Pillow-Butt is butt-slut, foot-slut, just fucking slut!”
The imp laughed, and Eoghann’s cheeks burned all the hotter as he felt his cock rising more and more. It was bad enough to be forced through these actions, but having an erection while doing it almost felt like his body was actually betraying him to the demons. It felt like they weren’t just teasing him, but telling the truth.
Endure…endure…
#
He lost track of time. He wasn’t sure if it was a year and a half in, or two years, or less. For someone that was used so hard, put through the wringer as often as the mortals were, he honestly wasn’t sure that time actually had meaning anymore.
“Nnngh…ha…ha…ha…”
The hellhound over him was rutting him, pinning him to the ground and grinding his chest into the sand. His mouth hung open as he was used, his hole no longer burning after so many uses. The knot popping in and out of him was at least the seventh one that day, and his hole gaped from such regular use that it was no different to the way that a normal cock had once felt going in and out, in and out, in and –
CRACK!
Eoghann gasped, arching his back as blackened sand clung to his chest fluff. His ass burned as hot as fire, and he swore that it was only getting worse with each successive use that he was put through. The spanking was a training all its own, forcing him to tighten up around the hellhound cock and –
POP!
There it was again, the knot-fucking slurping sound. He groaned as he settled back down against the ground, huffing as he felt the knot again, felt the weight of it against his prostate, and – fuck, fuck, fuck, it felt so good and he was going to cum and –
“Mmmmph!”
The hellhound buried himself in Eoghann’s ass, and the badger’s pillowy cheeks clenched around his cock. He could feel every last warm splurt filling him up, and he hated – and loved – how good it felt. So deep, so filling, so wonderful. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and…
And he barely felt his own orgasm spitting out against his belly and the earth. All the pleasure was focused in his ass, making it so hard to think of his cock, so difficult to think of anything but the fulfilling heat in his hole.
Under demons.
Used by demons.
Enjoying demons.
He’d seen some of the other mortals completely broken by the time that they’d already spent beneath the powerful creatures. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last, but he hoped he could make it through.
Two and a half years. Two and a half years under Ha, and then…then there’d be time under the next one. The rhino had said that the Cycling would come again.
He just had to hold on.
#
Eoghann didn’t know how long it had been. He knelt before the throne of a small imp, his feet pressed against his padded rump and feeling the burn from the spanking, the rutting, the training that he had gone through. His collar was so fitted to him now that he barely remembered that it was there most of the time, and –
“Lick, Pillow-Butt.”
He couldn’t help but obey. He dragged his tongue from the imp’s heels to his toes, tasting sole, tasting humiliation.
All around him, other mortal souls were in a similar state. There was not a rump in sight that didn’t glow bright red from constant spanking and fucking. Pleasure and pain had mixed together, becoming something that dulled the mind and made it impossible to think. He could only huff, and puff, and moan, and –
A finger hooked his hole, and he hiked his ass up just a bit, just enough for the hellhound in question to come up and slide into place. He felt the hot tip of a cock before it slid in with ease, his hole stretched and used so often that it didn’t even need oil these days. He was just…ready for use.
The soft squelch of the knot slipping past his stretched hole left him moaning. Eoghann could barely feel the little twitch through his cock. Oh, he still got hard, still got stiff, but his cock was so much further away these days, so much less compared to the pleasure of his ass and the prostate ramming that he got every hour, on the hour. His eyes rolled back as he felt the familiar weight of a knot grinding down on his prostate, and his head kept going through the motions of licking, worshiping, and tending to the sole that was presented to him.
An imp-lover.
A knot-worshiper.
A fuck-toy.
A mortal that was meant to serve demons.
No matter how hard Eoghann tried to hold out, those mantras were right at the edge of his mind. He could only pray to whatever was listening way out there in the edges of existence that Ha’s reign was coming to an end. Two and a half years had almost seemed possible, at first, but now…
Now, he wasn’t so sure.
The End
Summary: Eoghann continues his time in the Circle of Punishment, and ends up finding out why Haborym is a Cerberus.