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"writing": "[b][u][center]Hurled Through Hell\nChapter 14\nfor Damiekinz\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAs Eoghann got on the boat for his next ride, he couldn't help but huff under his breath. The constant ass-fucking and attention to his hole and cheeks had left him with a sensitivity that not even the River Lethe seemed capable of washing away. Even as he sat down on the cushion in the middle of the river-craft, he kept shifting and trying not to grind on the pillow itself. It just...felt good to him, and he knew that it hadn't felt that good before. Not like this, at least, and not in the way that his body knew could feel even better. \n\nIn a desperate attempt to keep himself busy, he took a deep breath and focused on the last forty-two years. The fact that he had been in Hell that long and barely remembered most of it was damning - to pardon the phrase - evidence of what the rest of eternity was going to be like, he supposed. He'd be passed hand to hand every seven years for the rest of eternity, and he would never be able to remember everything that happened to him. \n\n[i]Wonder if I'll remember what my life on the Material Plane was like in a few cycles...[/i]\n\nIt was something that he hadn't thought about before, and the possibilities were...not comforting. There was, of course, the chance that Berith would make him relive parts of his past in the Circle of Curiosity, but how long would the naga remain interested in those tidbits before they moved on to the things that he did in the other Circles? Not long, he imagined, and the idea of losing more of his mortal life was...oddly saddening. He didn't know what to do about that, and he wasn't sure how he should feel. \n\nHe pulled his legs a little closer to his chest as he thought about what his existence would be like if he ended up forgetting his time on the Material Plane. He'd lived...well, he'd already been in middle-age when he had made the deal for temporary immortality, but he hadn't been that old at the time. Probably around...eighty years on the mortal plane? Something like that, he imagined, something about that old. \n\nHe'd lived forty-two years in Hell. That meant that he'd already lived almost half the time he'd spent alive being passed from Archfiend to Archfiend, and he barely remembered it. \n\n[i]Fuck...fuck...[/i]\n\nIt was a surreal realization, and the fact that time meant so little to someone that was effectively immortal was more of a blow than he realized. Even if he had succeeded with his pact, even if he had become immortal through getting all the pages of the Demonicon, would it have been a good thing? Would he have remembered that much more on the Material Plane, considering the things that he would have done to feed his own hedonism over time?\n\nIt was a philosophical question that had no answer. Not here, anyway. \n\nHe looked up at the sky. The purple lights of Display were fading away, replaced by cool blues and clouds that covered more and more of the sky until it was nothing more than a chilly overcast day. The gloominess of it was oddly quieting. Not depressing, per se, but something that was more chill and cooler and less likely to excite someone. He kept his knees bent against his chest as the river carried him further and further toward the final Circle. \n\n[i]Obedience. What will you be like? What will Ronove be like?[/i]\n\nThat was the Circle that he knew least, and he barely remembered the blue grizzly bear from the council of Archfiends when he had been cast down into this whole thing. He vaguely remembered the bear acting like a footstool, but that was all that he had retained. Eoghann wondered if he had ever known more than that. \n\nAs he looked at the riverbank, he spotted things that were different to the other Circles of Hell. While Punishment had had that Coliseum, and there had been the high street and great stores and luxury of the realm of Indulgence, he had never seen what glistened on the shores here. There were metallic things, great domes of brass and bronze, and there were silver wires that ran through the air. They shimmered, but quietly, just as quietly as all the rest of the Circle. There was nothing to make noise, he realized, and there were no mortal souls wandering the banks or between the domes, either. \n\n[i]It's like an abandoned artificer's lab,[/i] he thought. [i]All quiet, all machines...[/i]\n\nHe didn't know why the Circle would be like this. All the light and life of the other Circles of Hell had been strange, almost too much for him, but at least they had been alive. This place, this Circle of Obedience, almost felt dead. \n\nThe River Lethe carried him to another dock. Eoghann wasn't surprised to see a cluster of demons waiting for him - all bears, all strong and tall, broad and thick in the shoulders, with fat dicks hanging down without anything to cover them up. What did surprise him was that there was no sign of the Archfiend, which had only happened once. \n\n\"Where's Ronove?\" he asked as the boat came to a stop at the edge of the dock. \n\n\"He's not going to be here. He's busy at the moment,\" one of the grizzlies said with a chuckle. \"Come. You have a lot to learn in the Circle.\"\n\nOnce, Eoghann might have fought them on that, or questioned them about the way that things were going to go. He had gone through too much to be that defiant, however; the constant worship in the previous realm had left him tired, less assertive, and the time in Luxury and Sensation had made him more used to obeying things. The brief bit of assertiveness that he'd gained in Punishment felt so far off, almost as if he had become the Ym side of himself from all the other things that had happened rather than Ha or Bor. \n\nSo, the badger fell in step behind the bears as they led him off the dock. He was small compared to them, a head shorter than the shortest of the demons, and he could tell that he was well-below them in terms of cock size. Their shafts hung down and swung like rods of meat between their legs, tapping their thighs and beating out a metronome of sultry beats as they walked down the paved road toward the cluster of domes. His own cock, while decent, was hardly that same sort of low-hanging meat. \n\nHe didn't let himself think too hard about that. Instead, he held onto the anal pride he'd been given in the last Circle, and just closed his eyes and focused on that. \n\n[i]Big ass, fat ass, perfect ass. Worthy of worship, worthy of treasuring.[/i]\n\nIt brought him some small measure of comfort. Not as much as he would have liked, but better than nothing, for certain. \n\nAs they walked past the domes, he could hear something. Machinery, he supposed, something whirring and activating and fulfilling some purpose. Whatever it was, it was so faint that he couldn't guess just what it might be doing. He tuned it out and pushed the questions he had down to the back of his mind. If there was a chance to ask for answers, it would be when he eventually managed to address the Archfiend. The demons escorting him through the Circle didn't seem the talkative sort. \n\nThe meaty sort, though...yeah, that was more accurate. Their big dicks kept beating out the tune of their pace, and their heavy balls were just visible between their thighs. Their asses, too, were big and thick, and were just strong enough, just muscular enough, to grind against each other rather than twerk and bounce. Considering that every step made him rather self-conscious of his own ass cheeks bouncing and swaying more than might be considered ‘manly’, it was a bit embarrassing.\n\nThey eventually reached one dome, bigger than the others, that was marked with silver lines going up along the sides. The silver itself was traced with something blue, cobalt, perhaps, or something more magical. It shimmered, pulsing, almost like it was pulling something out of the ground and channeling it somewhere else. \n\nThe once-warlock didn't get the chance to study it before the bears pulled him through the doors, and - \n\n\"Oh...gods...\"\n\nThere was Ronove, the massive, twelve-foot-tall grizzly bear sandwiched between two of his demons. One demon on the ground, one standing behind him, and both with their dicks balls-deep in the Archfiend's ass. One pulled on a leash, the other on a harness, and they dragged the Archfiend back onto their cocks. Squelch, pop, squelch went their thrusts, the big guy so loose from the rutting that he kept losing his grip on their dicks and letting them pop out again. \n\n\"How...what...\"\n\n\"He's a good slut these days,\" one of the demons that had escorted him said, chuckling. \"He was never going to run this place. Fucker doesn't know how to think without something deep in his ass. Hell, he barely knows how to think when someone's telling him what to do, what to make.\"\n\n\"Nnngh...mmmph...fuck, fuck, fuck me more, please, fuck me!\"\n\nHearing an Archfiend beg for dick was nothing new; Zaleos had been a hell of a bottom, and he had begged for cock and cum often enough. But there was a huge difference between what the reindeer had done and what this bear was doing now. Zaleos had a sense of dignity, a sense of command even when he was at his sluttiest. Ronove had nothing of that; he just took it, begging for more, waiting for someone to decide that he'd...he'd earned the right to be fucked. \n\n[i]The Circle of Obedience...and the ruler is obedient to his demons...[/i]\n\nIn all the other realms, the Archfiend had been the one calling the shots. The only exception had been the Age of Ym in the Circle of Punishment, but even then, that had been temporary, a swings and roundabouts situation. This...this was worse, though. In Ym's day, the mortal souls had a year and a half to enjoy themselves, to take indulgence on the various creatures of that Circle. Here...\n\n[i]The demons are in charge, and the Archfiend doesn't do a damn thing to restrain them.[/i]\n\n\"Where...where are the other mortal souls?\" Eoghann whispered. \n\n\"Oh, they're busy,\" the grizzly bear at his side said, chuckling as he patted the badger's shoulder. \"Busy doing all those little tasks that we come up with for them. They're very obedient. Almost like machines, these days...\"\n\n\"Gods...\"\n\n\"There are no gods down here,\" another demon said, smirking. \"There are only us.\"\n\nHe wished he had the courage to say something then and there, but all he could think about was what the Circle would do to him in his years here. What kind of mental fuckery did they do to break all the mortal souls? He looked back at Ronove - \n\nBut there was no help there. The blue bear was still moaning, gasping, huffing as one of the demons pulled out. A wave of white rolled over the one that was still fucking the big bear's big ass, and he could only watch the show as it kept on going. \n\n[i]How the fuck do you break an Archfiend?[/i]\n\n\"Hey, 'Archfiend,'\" one of his escorts said. \"We're going to take this bitch back and get him broken in.\"\n\n\"Whatever - ah - whatever you need - mmmph! Break him, break him in good. Do it, do what pleases you!\"\n\nFrom another mouth, that might have sounded indulgent, dismissive even, but there was none of that. The bear was [i]begging[/i] his underlings to do what they wanted, to take what they would, regardless of what it might mean to him. He remembered the meeting more, now, and he remembered that Ronove had even acquiesced to Eoghann getting his prize from the pact until the other demons he'd brought with him kicked him down again. \n\n[i]He can't help but support anything that anyone says. They could never 'torment' mortals that way. They needed to break him...just like they're going to break me...[/i]\n\nEoghann whimpered as the bears gripped him under his arms and pulled him along. His eyes never left the big blue bear in the middle of the front room. The circular walls were just perfect for forcing the echoes of the Archfiend's moans back to him, reminding him of how even someone so mighty could fall down here. \n\nThe doors and walls of the dome were metal, and they moved without creak or any other sound. Eoghann followed with stumbling footfalls, constantly debating flight, just as constantly telling himself not to bother. It would only piss them off, and it wouldn't get him anything in the long term.\n\nIt was only when they had passed through the fourth door that he realized that space was not moving and twisting around them as it had in the other Circles. He wondered why, then the answer hit him like a brick wall. \n\n[i]The realm responds to the Archfiend, and they have him as a slut. They don't have that same ultra-control over the realm that the other Archfiends do; they have to tell him what to do, and then he can do it for them, and...[/i]\n\nAnd that meant that everything was much more focused on the individual demons doing what they could. Which meant that the demons that ran the Circle of Obedience were probably quite a bit more competent on an individual level than their fellows in the other Circles. That meant that they'd be even better at breaking him down than the others had been, and considering how weak his resistance had been previously, he doubted that this was going to go well for him. \n\nThe fifth door opened, and in the middle of the room was a machine that looked like some sort of bench. It was situated such that he would be forced to kneel on it, with padding for his thighs and hips and everything else to keep him from feeling pain or discomfort in the long term. There were all sorts of attachments around it, some of which he recognized - he'd visited some artificers in the Material Plane that had been particularly perverted, after all, and they had shown him different milking tubes for their cocks at the time - and many of which he did not. The machines were all shimmering with the same blue light as the skies behind the clouds, and he could only imagine what sort of capabilities the machine had. \n\nThe bears shut the door behind them and let him go. The badger stumbled forward a few paces before he caught his balance, turning to look over his shoulder at them. They were silent, their lips turned up in smirks. \n\nHe looked back at the machine, then back at them. One of the grizzlies nodded. \n\n\"...\"\n\n\"It's better for you if you obey, slutty one,\" the one that nodded said. \"Because the more obedient you are, the better that you get treated. That's the rules, you know.\"\n\n\"I'm sure...\"\n\n\"Oh, are you afraid?\"\n\n\"Terrified.\"\n\n\"Heh, even better. Listen to that. It'll tell you what you gotta do to keep yourself safe. Just do what you're told, and everything will go juuuuuust fine, Pillow-Butt.\"\n\nThat name would never leave. He was convinced of that now; all demons would just know him as 'Pillow-Butt', and Eoghann would be the name that they used when he was around others that were too fat-assed to tell apart. He groaned under his breath as he looked back at the machine, trying not to think about what it was probably going to do. \n\n[i]Best to give them what they want,[/i] he thought, and hoped that it was his own thought and not something that the realm itself was putting into his head. \n\nHe walked to the bench and climbed onto it. The shape of it forced him to climb on with his legs spread further, his balls and his cock dropping down and hanging freely. The whole pose - basically in a doggy-style position, his arms extended forward a bit but supported by more padding - left him with a sense of strange vulnerability. Maybe it was the way that his cock and balls just hung down without support, his legs spread so that he couldn't hide them, and the fact that he was so far off the ground. It felt like someone could just slide up between his legs and start molesting his dick at any point, and that was very new to him. \n\nAs he tried to get comfortable, resting his hips on the padded bar that lifted up to support him, one of the demons reached down and grabbed one of the milking tubes that he'd seen earlier. It stretched out with a connecting tube to the end, and the soft base rubbed against his half-hard cock. Eoghann twisted his head to the side, huffing under his breath as the tube continued sliding down his dick, almost like it was collecting him inside and - \n\nSchlump.\n\nThe sudden suction sound made him arch his back; his breath caught in his throat for a moment as his shaft was just pulled in up to the hilt without warning. He wheezed through clenched teeth as he felt it sag down a bit, then suck down to the base again. Gentle, slow, just a little bit at a time, the soft, giving bit at the base of the tube sucking tight to the sides of his shaft like a pair of cool lips. It didn't take long for his cock to start getting stiffer, and it took even less time for it to start dribbling pre-cum down the tube. \n\n\"Mmmph...is this...is this all that's going to happen?\" he asked. \n\n\"Heh, hardly. Let's get the rest of the straps and shit on him.\"\n\nEoghann should have guessed. \n\nThe badger remained as 'helpful' as he could as the two bears strapped him to the machine. They tightened the leather bindings, ensuring that he had only a scant amount of room to squirm, and pulled out more toys besides. A gag was the first, a ball that fit right between his jaws and kept him from closing his mouth completely. He was surprised that it wasn't a ring-gag, but he supposed that they were trying to leave room to grow. \n\nHe huffed under his breath as the milker continued to slide up, down, up, down, teasing his cock constantly. The whole thing was like one of those machines that he'd seen on a dairy farm, bouncing slightly on his cock the way that it had on the teats on a cow's udder. The feeling was...very different to what he expected, somewhere between a blowjob and something utterly alien. The suction that he got off the machine would have been impossible for someone that was sucking him off, and it left his head spinning as he tried to get used to something that literally never slacked off. \n\nSuck. \n\nSuck. \n\nSuck. \n\nAs he panted around the gag, one of the bears reached down and pulled out something else. It was blocky, almost like some of the safety things that the smiths wore in the big cities, but with something almost like a window inside. He saw it shimmering, blue and bright, and he instinctively tried to turn his head away - \n\n\"Good boys don't resist.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Good boys do what they're told,\" the bear said. \"And we're telling you to hold still. Got that?\"\n\n\"...Mmph…\" He nodded.\n\n\"Good boy.\"\n\nHe still shivered as the bear brought the visor forward. It settled on the bridge of his nose with surprisingly little weight, and he was able to adjust to that soon enough. It was the light inside that shocked him. \n\nBright. \n\nBlue. \n\nSpiraling. \n\nSpinning. \n\nFollowing him. \n\nThe spirals pulsed in tune to the gentle sucking on his dick, always feeding him more of the light, more of the shapes. When he tried to turn his head, there was no getting away - he should have known that from the start. When he tried to look away, tilting his eyes in a different direction, the spirals followed. \n\n[i]Still.[/i]\n\nThere was a flicker through the light. A word, briefly there, so briefly that he almost thought that he'd imagined it. Was it...what was...\n\n[i]Stay Still.[/i]\n\nHe groaned, feeling it more this time, like an invisible grip on the back of his neck that was trying to pin him in place and hold him there. He didn't know how to feel about it, except to think that it didn't feel right. They were trying to -\n\n[i]Good Boys Obey.[/i]\n\nIt was like another flicker, another pulse through his head every time that he saw the flickering words, and every time, it would have been so easy to assume that he had imagined it. They flickered across his vision, barely leaving the word behind as an after-effect, and then it was gone. \n\n\"Alright, boy. We'll leave you here for a while. Shouldn't take too long for you to start to get the message, heh. Just do what the machine says, and you'll be fine.\"\n\nThe last thing that the bears did was touch something on the side of the machine. The next time that the cock-milker tugged and the visor flickered, he felt a toy slide under his tail. \n\n\"Mmmph!\"\n\nHe grunted against the gag as the tapered thing slipped past his pucker, going in deep with the first thrust. His breath came a little harsher as a familiar knot-feeling ground against his hole, telling him what was on the end of the toy. Then the milker moved again, and the toy slid back, grinding down on his prostate and adding to the raw pleasure of the whole thing. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nHe wheezed through the gag as the slow, bouncing suction of the milker and the deep, intense massage of the dildo combined into something that he hadn't felt before. It was low and slow, taking its time, building him up. If he had one of his usual partners behind him or under him, Eoghann was sure that he could have cum in seconds, blowing his load right down a throat or into a convenient hole, or even just getting off on the thick knot grinding against him and threatening to pop in at any moment. There was so much pleasure there already, but - \n\nSquelch. \n\nSuck. \n\nPulse. \n\nSquelch. \n\nSuck. \n\nPulse. \n\nHe floated on the teasing, slow pace of it all, the visor pushing the words at him still. He groaned as they got stronger and stronger, more and more difficult to ignore. Each flickering pulse was coming with something more intense, a vibration through the milker or a deeper, harder thrust from behind. \n\nLess gentle. More pleasurable. Eoghann panted, a little drool escaping his mouth around the gag as he was rocked back and forth by the machine. He was almost thrusting down the milking tube, trying to get that little bit extra from it, only to whimper when the knot at the bottom of the toy only ground against his asshole instead of going in. \n\nAnd it just went on...and on...and on...\n\nIn short order, the badger was a sweaty mess, his entire body shaking from head to toe as he felt his climax being teased and built up slower than anyone had ever done in his life. He wanted to reach down and touch himself, or push back and fuck himself on the toy, but the bindings weren't letting him move more than the tiniest bit. He wanted it, needed it, but - \n\n[i]Good Boys Stay Still.[/i]\n\nThe flicker was more prominent this time, more obvious. Groaning under his breath, the badger tried to hold still, but it was just too much. He wanted - he needed to get off, and he needed to get off now. He pushed back as much as the bindings would let him - \n\nAnd the machine stopped. \n\n\"Nngnh...mmmph...mmmph!\"\n\nEoghann whimpered as the rising pleasure just...stopped. The toy was still in his ass, but only the head, not the thicker base, and not nearly the number of inches he needed to get off on. The milker sagged against his cock, barely pressed against the tip, no longer vibrating or buzzing against him. His balls ached, the sheer need inside driving him mad as the machine completely blueballed him. \n\n[i]Good Boys Stay Still.[/i]\n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\n[i]Good Boys Stay Still. Bad Boys Get Punished.[/i]\n\nThe damn machine felt like it was mocking him and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He had been given just enough slack to try and push and pull, and not enough to keep him completely pinned. Why - \n\nIt was the damn test. It was the conditioning, the teaching, the breaking. It was the whole theme of the Circle, after all. They wanted him to learn Obedience, and that meant that he had to go along with what they commanded him. The fucking machine was there to teach him how to do that, and punish him when he tried to get sassy and defiant. \n\nEoghann groaned as he slumped against the machine. He could already feel his cock slowly softening, losing that tension, that hardness, that rigidity that had kept it stiff and throbbing. He waited for it to sag down completely - \n\n\"MMMPH!\"\n\nAnd then, just as it was about to go soft enough to fall out of the tube completely, the machine started up again. He was hard again in seconds, and his asshole squeezed hard around the toy. Yet, it was not enough. He had come down from that peak, dropped down to near-zero again, and the machine could build back up. \n\n[i]Good Boys Obey.[/i]\n\nHe wished there was a person behind that text. He would very much have liked to bite them. \n\nThrust. Squelch. Suck. Thrust. Squelch. Suck.\n\nOnce more, the machine built him up, taking its good, sweet time to keep him on the edge. Eoghann whimpered more into the gag from the slow, teasing pace of the machine than he had ever done for the harsher tops and doms in his life. He would have taken any number of horses ready to run a rough train on his ass over the build-up that the machine offered him. The pleasure was constant, but low, taking its time, nudging him closer and closer to climax without ever quite letting him go over the edge. He would have been biting his lips if it wasn't for the gag holding his mouth open, and he knew it. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nSuck. \n\nRelease. \n\nPulse. \n\nPulse. \n\nThe dildo, milker, and visor worked in perfect synchrony with each other, each one hitting him with something. Intense stretching stimulation from the first, the soft buzzes encouraging him to stay hard and dripping, and the flickers - \n\n[i]Good Boys Obey. \n\nGood Boys Get to Cum. \n\nObedient Boys Get Off.[/i]\n\nEach time another one hit him, the toys kicked up to a higher gear. It was like the flickers were the keys to his orgasms, and they were taking their sweet time to show up. He kept huffing, gripping the edge of the machine as everything got stronger, deeper, harsher. \n\nSuck. Thrust. Pulse. \n\nSuck. Thrust. Pulse. \n\n[i]Good Boys Stay Still.[/i]\n\nEoghann knew what would happen if he didn't stop himself, but his body was already out of his control. He tried to thrust back, tried to get the knot inside so he could at least have that much to get him off, and -\n\nThe machine stopped. \n\n\"NNNNNNGH! MMMMPH!\"\n\nIn that moment, he didn't know which he hated more: the machine, or himself. Oh, the machine was driving him mad, and there was something horribly corrupt about the whole thing, but it was his own desperation and need that was keeping him from getting off. The urge to cum, the desperation to blow his load for the machine, was what kept fucking him over. If he could only be a good boy, then maybe, maybe he could finally get what he needed instead of another blast of blueballs. \n\n[i]Something...something wrong with...[/i]\n\nThe machine started again before he could think too hard on that. Once more, it edged him, and once more, Eoghann moaned. He huffed, following the flickers on the visor, feeling them raising the pulsing in the milker, the speed of the dildo. He could feel it all getting stronger and stronger, and he started grunting in time to the words. \n\n[i]Good Boys Obey.[/i]\n\n\"Mm Mm mm-mm.\"\n\n[i]Good Boys Get To Cum.[/i]\n\n\"Mm mm mm mm mm.\"\n\nThe words came and went, came and went, and he panted as he rode them closer and closer to the edge. His mouth wobbled slightly as he felt his orgasm right around the corner, knowing that the same temptation would come again. It was already there, already pushing him to rock back and fuck himself to get off, or to fuck the tube and get that little bit more that he needed. That ever-so-familiar edge-of-orgasm tingle was running up and down his cock already, begging him to give in and go over the edge.\n\n[i]Good Boys Stay Still.[/i]\n\nHe stopped. He clenched his muscles. He held as still as it was possible to be, and the machine kept going. \n\nThrust. Thrust. Thrust. \n\nSuck. Suck. Suck. \n\nBuzz. Buzz. Buzz. \n\nThe badger’s eyes rolled back under his eyelids, and he desperately hoped that it wasn’t going to count as moving. His breath caught in his throat as the machine rammed the tube down on his cock and the dildo up to the knot in his ass – \n\nSquelch. Pop. \n\n[i]Good Boys Get To Cum. \n\nCum, Good Boy.[/i]\n\nIt was like a damn breaking. His entire body tensed up as he came, his cock spurting so hard that it almost felt like the flow wasn’t going to end. It was coming from so far inside him that he felt like he would have drowned someone under him with this. The rush, the tingling bliss, the utter abandonment of all other senses, just washed him away from the reality of the world around him and sent him down into his own groin, lost to the pleasure of just…cumming his brains out. \n\nThrob. \n\nPulse. \n\nSquirt. \n\nThe knot in his ass ground down on his prostate, milking him of everything he had, and he was thankful for it. That release was as welcome as water to a man dying of thirst. He moaned around the gag, huffing his relief. The screen went blank for a moment when he finally stopped cumming, only to flicker back to life. \n\n[i]Good Boy.[/i]\n\nHe smiled around the gag. \n\n[i]Beginning round two.[/i]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Eoghann arrives in the Circle of Obedience and realizes that this place is rather fucked compared to some of the others. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, M/M/M, Machine, Technophilia, Mind Control, Bear, Badger, Anal, Dildo, Cock Milker, Milking, Hypno-Visor, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Edging, ",
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Hurled Through Hell Chapter 14 for Damiekinz by Draconicon
As Eoghann got on the boat for his next ride, he couldn't help but huff under his breath. The constant ass-fucking and attention to his hole and cheeks had left him with a sensitivity that not even the River Lethe seemed capable of washing away. Even as he sat down on the cushion in the middle of the river-craft, he kept shifting and trying not to grind on the pillow itself. It just...felt good to him, and he knew that it hadn't felt that good before. Not like this, at least, and not in the way that his body knew could feel even better.
In a desperate attempt to keep himself busy, he took a deep breath and focused on the last forty-two years. The fact that he had been in Hell that long and barely remembered most of it was damning - to pardon the phrase - evidence of what the rest of eternity was going to be like, he supposed. He'd be passed hand to hand every seven years for the rest of eternity, and he would never be able to remember everything that happened to him.
Wonder if I'll remember what my life on the Material Plane was like in a few cycles...
It was something that he hadn't thought about before, and the possibilities were...not comforting. There was, of course, the chance that Berith would make him relive parts of his past in the Circle of Curiosity, but how long would the naga remain interested in those tidbits before they moved on to the things that he did in the other Circles? Not long, he imagined, and the idea of losing more of his mortal life was...oddly saddening. He didn't know what to do about that, and he wasn't sure how he should feel.
He pulled his legs a little closer to his chest as he thought about what his existence would be like if he ended up forgetting his time on the Material Plane. He'd lived...well, he'd already been in middle-age when he had made the deal for temporary immortality, but he hadn't been that old at the time. Probably around...eighty years on the mortal plane? Something like that, he imagined, something about that old.
He'd lived forty-two years in Hell. That meant that he'd already lived almost half the time he'd spent alive being passed from Archfiend to Archfiend, and he barely remembered it.
Fuck...fuck...
It was a surreal realization, and the fact that time meant so little to someone that was effectively immortal was more of a blow than he realized. Even if he had succeeded with his pact, even if he had become immortal through getting all the pages of the Demonicon, would it have been a good thing? Would he have remembered that much more on the Material Plane, considering the things that he would have done to feed his own hedonism over time?
It was a philosophical question that had no answer. Not here, anyway.
He looked up at the sky. The purple lights of Display were fading away, replaced by cool blues and clouds that covered more and more of the sky until it was nothing more than a chilly overcast day. The gloominess of it was oddly quieting. Not depressing, per se, but something that was more chill and cooler and less likely to excite someone. He kept his knees bent against his chest as the river carried him further and further toward the final Circle.
Obedience. What will you be like? What will Ronove be like?
That was the Circle that he knew least, and he barely remembered the blue grizzly bear from the council of Archfiends when he had been cast down into this whole thing. He vaguely remembered the bear acting like a footstool, but that was all that he had retained. Eoghann wondered if he had ever known more than that.
As he looked at the riverbank, he spotted things that were different to the other Circles of Hell. While Punishment had had that Coliseum, and there had been the high street and great stores and luxury of the realm of Indulgence, he had never seen what glistened on the shores here. There were metallic things, great domes of brass and bronze, and there were silver wires that ran through the air. They shimmered, but quietly, just as quietly as all the rest of the Circle. There was nothing to make noise, he realized, and there were no mortal souls wandering the banks or between the domes, either.
It's like an abandoned artificer's lab, he thought. All quiet, all machines...
He didn't know why the Circle would be like this. All the light and life of the other Circles of Hell had been strange, almost too much for him, but at least they had been alive. This place, this Circle of Obedience, almost felt dead.
The River Lethe carried him to another dock. Eoghann wasn't surprised to see a cluster of demons waiting for him - all bears, all strong and tall, broad and thick in the shoulders, with fat dicks hanging down without anything to cover them up. What did surprise him was that there was no sign of the Archfiend, which had only happened once.
"Where's Ronove?" he asked as the boat came to a stop at the edge of the dock.
"He's not going to be here. He's busy at the moment," one of the grizzlies said with a chuckle. "Come. You have a lot to learn in the Circle."
Once, Eoghann might have fought them on that, or questioned them about the way that things were going to go. He had gone through too much to be that defiant, however; the constant worship in the previous realm had left him tired, less assertive, and the time in Luxury and Sensation had made him more used to obeying things. The brief bit of assertiveness that he'd gained in Punishment felt so far off, almost as if he had become the Ym side of himself from all the other things that had happened rather than Ha or Bor.
So, the badger fell in step behind the bears as they led him off the dock. He was small compared to them, a head shorter than the shortest of the demons, and he could tell that he was well-below them in terms of cock size. Their shafts hung down and swung like rods of meat between their legs, tapping their thighs and beating out a metronome of sultry beats as they walked down the paved road toward the cluster of domes. His own cock, while decent, was hardly that same sort of low-hanging meat.
He didn't let himself think too hard about that. Instead, he held onto the anal pride he'd been given in the last Circle, and just closed his eyes and focused on that.
Big ass, fat ass, perfect ass. Worthy of worship, worthy of treasuring.
It brought him some small measure of comfort. Not as much as he would have liked, but better than nothing, for certain.
As they walked past the domes, he could hear something. Machinery, he supposed, something whirring and activating and fulfilling some purpose. Whatever it was, it was so faint that he couldn't guess just what it might be doing. He tuned it out and pushed the questions he had down to the back of his mind. If there was a chance to ask for answers, it would be when he eventually managed to address the Archfiend. The demons escorting him through the Circle didn't seem the talkative sort.
The meaty sort, though...yeah, that was more accurate. Their big dicks kept beating out the tune of their pace, and their heavy balls were just visible between their thighs. Their asses, too, were big and thick, and were just strong enough, just muscular enough, to grind against each other rather than twerk and bounce. Considering that every step made him rather self-conscious of his own ass cheeks bouncing and swaying more than might be considered ‘manly’, it was a bit embarrassing.
They eventually reached one dome, bigger than the others, that was marked with silver lines going up along the sides. The silver itself was traced with something blue, cobalt, perhaps, or something more magical. It shimmered, pulsing, almost like it was pulling something out of the ground and channeling it somewhere else.
The once-warlock didn't get the chance to study it before the bears pulled him through the doors, and -
"Oh...gods..."
There was Ronove, the massive, twelve-foot-tall grizzly bear sandwiched between two of his demons. One demon on the ground, one standing behind him, and both with their dicks balls-deep in the Archfiend's ass. One pulled on a leash, the other on a harness, and they dragged the Archfiend back onto their cocks. Squelch, pop, squelch went their thrusts, the big guy so loose from the rutting that he kept losing his grip on their dicks and letting them pop out again.
"How...what..."
"He's a good slut these days," one of the demons that had escorted him said, chuckling. "He was never going to run this place. Fucker doesn't know how to think without something deep in his ass. Hell, he barely knows how to think when someone's telling him what to do, what to make."
"Nnngh...mmmph...fuck, fuck, fuck me more, please, fuck me!"
Hearing an Archfiend beg for dick was nothing new; Zaleos had been a hell of a bottom, and he had begged for cock and cum often enough. But there was a huge difference between what the reindeer had done and what this bear was doing now. Zaleos had a sense of dignity, a sense of command even when he was at his sluttiest. Ronove had nothing of that; he just took it, begging for more, waiting for someone to decide that he'd...he'd earned the right to be fucked.
The Circle of Obedience...and the ruler is obedient to his demons...
In all the other realms, the Archfiend had been the one calling the shots. The only exception had been the Age of Ym in the Circle of Punishment, but even then, that had been temporary, a swings and roundabouts situation. This...this was worse, though. In Ym's day, the mortal souls had a year and a half to enjoy themselves, to take indulgence on the various creatures of that Circle. Here...
The demons are in charge, and the Archfiend doesn't do a damn thing to restrain them.
"Where...where are the other mortal souls?" Eoghann whispered.
"Oh, they're busy," the grizzly bear at his side said, chuckling as he patted the badger's shoulder. "Busy doing all those little tasks that we come up with for them. They're very obedient. Almost like machines, these days..."
"Gods..."
"There are no gods down here," another demon said, smirking. "There are only us."
He wished he had the courage to say something then and there, but all he could think about was what the Circle would do to him in his years here. What kind of mental fuckery did they do to break all the mortal souls? He looked back at Ronove -
But there was no help there. The blue bear was still moaning, gasping, huffing as one of the demons pulled out. A wave of white rolled over the one that was still fucking the big bear's big ass, and he could only watch the show as it kept on going.
How the fuck do you break an Archfiend?
"Hey, 'Archfiend,'" one of his escorts said. "We're going to take this bitch back and get him broken in."
"Whatever - ah - whatever you need - mmmph! Break him, break him in good. Do it, do what pleases you!"
From another mouth, that might have sounded indulgent, dismissive even, but there was none of that. The bear was begging his underlings to do what they wanted, to take what they would, regardless of what it might mean to him. He remembered the meeting more, now, and he remembered that Ronove had even acquiesced to Eoghann getting his prize from the pact until the other demons he'd brought with him kicked him down again.
He can't help but support anything that anyone says. They could never 'torment' mortals that way. They needed to break him...just like they're going to break me...
Eoghann whimpered as the bears gripped him under his arms and pulled him along. His eyes never left the big blue bear in the middle of the front room. The circular walls were just perfect for forcing the echoes of the Archfiend's moans back to him, reminding him of how even someone so mighty could fall down here.
The doors and walls of the dome were metal, and they moved without creak or any other sound. Eoghann followed with stumbling footfalls, constantly debating flight, just as constantly telling himself not to bother. It would only piss them off, and it wouldn't get him anything in the long term.
It was only when they had passed through the fourth door that he realized that space was not moving and twisting around them as it had in the other Circles. He wondered why, then the answer hit him like a brick wall.
The realm responds to the Archfiend, and they have him as a slut. They don't have that same ultra-control over the realm that the other Archfiends do; they have to tell him what to do, and then he can do it for them, and...
And that meant that everything was much more focused on the individual demons doing what they could. Which meant that the demons that ran the Circle of Obedience were probably quite a bit more competent on an individual level than their fellows in the other Circles. That meant that they'd be even better at breaking him down than the others had been, and considering how weak his resistance had been previously, he doubted that this was going to go well for him.
The fifth door opened, and in the middle of the room was a machine that looked like some sort of bench. It was situated such that he would be forced to kneel on it, with padding for his thighs and hips and everything else to keep him from feeling pain or discomfort in the long term. There were all sorts of attachments around it, some of which he recognized - he'd visited some artificers in the Material Plane that had been particularly perverted, after all, and they had shown him different milking tubes for their cocks at the time - and many of which he did not. The machines were all shimmering with the same blue light as the skies behind the clouds, and he could only imagine what sort of capabilities the machine had.
The bears shut the door behind them and let him go. The badger stumbled forward a few paces before he caught his balance, turning to look over his shoulder at them. They were silent, their lips turned up in smirks.
He looked back at the machine, then back at them. One of the grizzlies nodded.
"..."
"It's better for you if you obey, slutty one," the one that nodded said. "Because the more obedient you are, the better that you get treated. That's the rules, you know."
"I'm sure..."
"Oh, are you afraid?"
"Terrified."
"Heh, even better. Listen to that. It'll tell you what you gotta do to keep yourself safe. Just do what you're told, and everything will go juuuuuust fine, Pillow-Butt."
That name would never leave. He was convinced of that now; all demons would just know him as 'Pillow-Butt', and Eoghann would be the name that they used when he was around others that were too fat-assed to tell apart. He groaned under his breath as he looked back at the machine, trying not to think about what it was probably going to do.
Best to give them what they want, he thought, and hoped that it was his own thought and not something that the realm itself was putting into his head.
He walked to the bench and climbed onto it. The shape of it forced him to climb on with his legs spread further, his balls and his cock dropping down and hanging freely. The whole pose - basically in a doggy-style position, his arms extended forward a bit but supported by more padding - left him with a sense of strange vulnerability. Maybe it was the way that his cock and balls just hung down without support, his legs spread so that he couldn't hide them, and the fact that he was so far off the ground. It felt like someone could just slide up between his legs and start molesting his dick at any point, and that was very new to him.
As he tried to get comfortable, resting his hips on the padded bar that lifted up to support him, one of the demons reached down and grabbed one of the milking tubes that he'd seen earlier. It stretched out with a connecting tube to the end, and the soft base rubbed against his half-hard cock. Eoghann twisted his head to the side, huffing under his breath as the tube continued sliding down his dick, almost like it was collecting him inside and -
Schlump.
The sudden suction sound made him arch his back; his breath caught in his throat for a moment as his shaft was just pulled in up to the hilt without warning. He wheezed through clenched teeth as he felt it sag down a bit, then suck down to the base again. Gentle, slow, just a little bit at a time, the soft, giving bit at the base of the tube sucking tight to the sides of his shaft like a pair of cool lips. It didn't take long for his cock to start getting stiffer, and it took even less time for it to start dribbling pre-cum down the tube.
"Mmmph...is this...is this all that's going to happen?" he asked.
"Heh, hardly. Let's get the rest of the straps and shit on him."
Eoghann should have guessed.
The badger remained as 'helpful' as he could as the two bears strapped him to the machine. They tightened the leather bindings, ensuring that he had only a scant amount of room to squirm, and pulled out more toys besides. A gag was the first, a ball that fit right between his jaws and kept him from closing his mouth completely. He was surprised that it wasn't a ring-gag, but he supposed that they were trying to leave room to grow.
He huffed under his breath as the milker continued to slide up, down, up, down, teasing his cock constantly. The whole thing was like one of those machines that he'd seen on a dairy farm, bouncing slightly on his cock the way that it had on the teats on a cow's udder. The feeling was...very different to what he expected, somewhere between a blowjob and something utterly alien. The suction that he got off the machine would have been impossible for someone that was sucking him off, and it left his head spinning as he tried to get used to something that literally never slacked off.
Suck.
Suck.
Suck.
As he panted around the gag, one of the bears reached down and pulled out something else. It was blocky, almost like some of the safety things that the smiths wore in the big cities, but with something almost like a window inside. He saw it shimmering, blue and bright, and he instinctively tried to turn his head away -
"Good boys don't resist."
"..."
"Good boys do what they're told," the bear said. "And we're telling you to hold still. Got that?"
"...Mmph…" He nodded.
"Good boy."
He still shivered as the bear brought the visor forward. It settled on the bridge of his nose with surprisingly little weight, and he was able to adjust to that soon enough. It was the light inside that shocked him.
Bright.
Blue.
Spiraling.
Spinning.
Following him.
The spirals pulsed in tune to the gentle sucking on his dick, always feeding him more of the light, more of the shapes. When he tried to turn his head, there was no getting away - he should have known that from the start. When he tried to look away, tilting his eyes in a different direction, the spirals followed.
Still.
There was a flicker through the light. A word, briefly there, so briefly that he almost thought that he'd imagined it. Was it...what was...
Stay Still.
He groaned, feeling it more this time, like an invisible grip on the back of his neck that was trying to pin him in place and hold him there. He didn't know how to feel about it, except to think that it didn't feel right. They were trying to -
Good Boys Obey.
It was like another flicker, another pulse through his head every time that he saw the flickering words, and every time, it would have been so easy to assume that he had imagined it. They flickered across his vision, barely leaving the word behind as an after-effect, and then it was gone.
"Alright, boy. We'll leave you here for a while. Shouldn't take too long for you to start to get the message, heh. Just do what the machine says, and you'll be fine."
The last thing that the bears did was touch something on the side of the machine. The next time that the cock-milker tugged and the visor flickered, he felt a toy slide under his tail.
"Mmmph!"
He grunted against the gag as the tapered thing slipped past his pucker, going in deep with the first thrust. His breath came a little harsher as a familiar knot-feeling ground against his hole, telling him what was on the end of the toy. Then the milker moved again, and the toy slid back, grinding down on his prostate and adding to the raw pleasure of the whole thing.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
He wheezed through the gag as the slow, bouncing suction of the milker and the deep, intense massage of the dildo combined into something that he hadn't felt before. It was low and slow, taking its time, building him up. If he had one of his usual partners behind him or under him, Eoghann was sure that he could have cum in seconds, blowing his load right down a throat or into a convenient hole, or even just getting off on the thick knot grinding against him and threatening to pop in at any moment. There was so much pleasure there already, but -
Squelch.
Suck.
Pulse.
Squelch.
Suck.
Pulse.
He floated on the teasing, slow pace of it all, the visor pushing the words at him still. He groaned as they got stronger and stronger, more and more difficult to ignore. Each flickering pulse was coming with something more intense, a vibration through the milker or a deeper, harder thrust from behind.
Less gentle. More pleasurable. Eoghann panted, a little drool escaping his mouth around the gag as he was rocked back and forth by the machine. He was almost thrusting down the milking tube, trying to get that little bit extra from it, only to whimper when the knot at the bottom of the toy only ground against his asshole instead of going in.
And it just went on...and on...and on...
In short order, the badger was a sweaty mess, his entire body shaking from head to toe as he felt his climax being teased and built up slower than anyone had ever done in his life. He wanted to reach down and touch himself, or push back and fuck himself on the toy, but the bindings weren't letting him move more than the tiniest bit. He wanted it, needed it, but -
Good Boys Stay Still.
The flicker was more prominent this time, more obvious. Groaning under his breath, the badger tried to hold still, but it was just too much. He wanted - he needed to get off, and he needed to get off now. He pushed back as much as the bindings would let him -
And the machine stopped.
"Nngnh...mmmph...mmmph!"
Eoghann whimpered as the rising pleasure just...stopped. The toy was still in his ass, but only the head, not the thicker base, and not nearly the number of inches he needed to get off on. The milker sagged against his cock, barely pressed against the tip, no longer vibrating or buzzing against him. His balls ached, the sheer need inside driving him mad as the machine completely blueballed him.
Good Boys Stay Still.
"Mmmph..."
Good Boys Stay Still. Bad Boys Get Punished.
The damn machine felt like it was mocking him and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He had been given just enough slack to try and push and pull, and not enough to keep him completely pinned. Why -
It was the damn test. It was the conditioning, the teaching, the breaking. It was the whole theme of the Circle, after all. They wanted him to learn Obedience, and that meant that he had to go along with what they commanded him. The fucking machine was there to teach him how to do that, and punish him when he tried to get sassy and defiant.
Eoghann groaned as he slumped against the machine. He could already feel his cock slowly softening, losing that tension, that hardness, that rigidity that had kept it stiff and throbbing. He waited for it to sag down completely -
"MMMPH!"
And then, just as it was about to go soft enough to fall out of the tube completely, the machine started up again. He was hard again in seconds, and his asshole squeezed hard around the toy. Yet, it was not enough. He had come down from that peak, dropped down to near-zero again, and the machine could build back up.
Good Boys Obey.
He wished there was a person behind that text. He would very much have liked to bite them.
Thrust. Squelch. Suck. Thrust. Squelch. Suck.
Once more, the machine built him up, taking its good, sweet time to keep him on the edge. Eoghann whimpered more into the gag from the slow, teasing pace of the machine than he had ever done for the harsher tops and doms in his life. He would have taken any number of horses ready to run a rough train on his ass over the build-up that the machine offered him. The pleasure was constant, but low, taking its time, nudging him closer and closer to climax without ever quite letting him go over the edge. He would have been biting his lips if it wasn't for the gag holding his mouth open, and he knew it.
In.
Out.
Suck.
Release.
Pulse.
Pulse.
The dildo, milker, and visor worked in perfect synchrony with each other, each one hitting him with something. Intense stretching stimulation from the first, the soft buzzes encouraging him to stay hard and dripping, and the flickers -
Good Boys Obey.
Good Boys Get to Cum.
Obedient Boys Get Off.
Each time another one hit him, the toys kicked up to a higher gear. It was like the flickers were the keys to his orgasms, and they were taking their sweet time to show up. He kept huffing, gripping the edge of the machine as everything got stronger, deeper, harsher.
Suck. Thrust. Pulse.
Suck. Thrust. Pulse.
Good Boys Stay Still.
Eoghann knew what would happen if he didn't stop himself, but his body was already out of his control. He tried to thrust back, tried to get the knot inside so he could at least have that much to get him off, and -
The machine stopped.
"NNNNNNGH! MMMMPH!"
In that moment, he didn't know which he hated more: the machine, or himself. Oh, the machine was driving him mad, and there was something horribly corrupt about the whole thing, but it was his own desperation and need that was keeping him from getting off. The urge to cum, the desperation to blow his load for the machine, was what kept fucking him over. If he could only be a good boy, then maybe, maybe he could finally get what he needed instead of another blast of blueballs.
Something...something wrong with...
The machine started again before he could think too hard on that. Once more, it edged him, and once more, Eoghann moaned. He huffed, following the flickers on the visor, feeling them raising the pulsing in the milker, the speed of the dildo. He could feel it all getting stronger and stronger, and he started grunting in time to the words.
Good Boys Obey.
"Mm Mm mm-mm."
Good Boys Get To Cum.
"Mm mm mm mm mm."
The words came and went, came and went, and he panted as he rode them closer and closer to the edge. His mouth wobbled slightly as he felt his orgasm right around the corner, knowing that the same temptation would come again. It was already there, already pushing him to rock back and fuck himself to get off, or to fuck the tube and get that little bit more that he needed. That ever-so-familiar edge-of-orgasm tingle was running up and down his cock already, begging him to give in and go over the edge.
Good Boys Stay Still.
He stopped. He clenched his muscles. He held as still as it was possible to be, and the machine kept going.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Suck. Suck. Suck.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The badger’s eyes rolled back under his eyelids, and he desperately hoped that it wasn’t going to count as moving. His breath caught in his throat as the machine rammed the tube down on his cock and the dildo up to the knot in his ass –
Squelch. Pop.
Good Boys Get To Cum.
Cum, Good Boy.
It was like a damn breaking. His entire body tensed up as he came, his cock spurting so hard that it almost felt like the flow wasn’t going to end. It was coming from so far inside him that he felt like he would have drowned someone under him with this. The rush, the tingling bliss, the utter abandonment of all other senses, just washed him away from the reality of the world around him and sent him down into his own groin, lost to the pleasure of just…cumming his brains out.
Throb.
Pulse.
Squirt.
The knot in his ass ground down on his prostate, milking him of everything he had, and he was thankful for it. That release was as welcome as water to a man dying of thirst. He moaned around the gag, huffing his relief. The screen went blank for a moment when he finally stopped cumming, only to flicker back to life.
Good Boy.
He smiled around the gag.
Beginning round two.
The End
Summary: Eoghann arrives in the Circle of Obedience and realizes that this place is rather fucked compared to some of the others.