The Summoning

I’d tried summoning a demon last week. I was with friends and goofing off. I had inherited my grandfather's so called “Dark Bible" which was filled with spells and rituals. I really thought it was all pretend. It was supposed to be silly, I never expected to come home from work to find this naked demon waiting for me.

With just one sight I knew I had made a mistake. My eyes became fixated on the beautiful erect phallus. His demonic aura hypnotized me. His will trapped me, I fell to my knees as I grew more and more submissive, more and more desperate to please him.

I hate that I love serving him now. He doesn’t own my soul, he owns my free will. What the difference is I’m not exactly sure. It doesn’t really matter, I spend my life now in chains, following him around, doing whatever is asked of me, which is usually sexual.

When I die, I will be going to hell. I'll still be his though. Apparently, he has a lot of pleasure slaves that he keeps down there, including my grandfather. The sad thing is, over the years, he has warped me so much that I’m looking forward to worshipping demon cock side-by-side with my grandfather.