Back to the beginning…
Ken gave chase through the halls of Pigtown, doing his best to avoid the groping and grasping hands of the monsters surrounding him on every side, while still keeping his eye on the imp darting down, around corners, deeper and deeper into the complex with every turn, until Ken was most certainly lost. It wasn’t long before the other figures in the hall became less numerous, the lights darker and dimmer, and he came to an abrupt halt–the imp was in front of him, standing at a dead end, facing him, his clothes check dangling from his fingers.
“Give me that back, I need it,” Ken said.
“Oh, I know you need it, fella, I was counting on you needing it real badly. The only problem is, I need it too, you see?” the imp said, “I was like you a few years ago, wandering in here stupidly. Look at me now–and the only way out is one of the tags off you stupid fucks, who are dumb enough to come wandering in here. Still, the night is young, and not many people come down this far, we have quite a few hours to have some fun, don’t you think?”
Before Ken could do anything else, the imp leaped at him, and as he did, he flung some sort of powder in his face. It was incandescent in the darkness somehow, and got in his eyes, in his nose and throat, making him cough and sneeze for a moment, stumbling around blindly, until he managed to pry his eyes open. He saw the imp there, leaning against the stone hallway…and the only thing he could feel was…was love. No, not love, desire. Infatuation. It was immediate, and overwhelming, and he stumbled forward and fell to his knees, unable to look this beautiful creature in the face, it was simply too much for him to bear.
“There, that’s what I want to see,” the imp said, “Come over here, why don’t you take care of this for me, slave.”
“Yes! Yes Sir, yes Master!” Ken said, crawled forward, took the imp’s sizable cock in his mouth and started sucking as hard as he could, desperate to please him, thrilled that he could be so privileged as to be…be the slave of someone so perfect as this impish fellow.
“Oh yes, that’s very good slave. Do you like the taste of your Master’s cock?”
“Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!” Ken mumbled around the imp’s cockhead, swirling it around in his mouth, looking up at him in such profound adoration, all thoughts of the outside world, of the tag, of anything other than this short, handsome devilish man, running out his mind like a sieve. They no longer mattered–the only thing that mattered was serving him in whatever way he desired, no matter what.
“Well, I see the old charm powder still packs quite a punch,” the imp said, grabbed the back of Ken’s head, and fucked his throat for a few minutes, before pushing him off, and dangling the tag in front of his face. “I think this is going to be just fine for us both. Tell me, Slave, are you alright if I take this tag off your hands?”
“Of course Sir, all of my things are yours.”
“Even your life? You don’t mind if I walk out of here in your clothes, and in your body, and just leave you in here to rot until next Halloween, if your mind survives that long?”
“No Sir, whatever you desire, you should have.”
“Oh, you say such sweet things to me Slave,” the imp said, “Now turn around, you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Oh yes Sir! Thank you Sir, I want to feel you inside me, please fuck me, please…” Ken said, and spun around, shoving his ass back towards the little imp, who took his spit slick cock and began pushing it against Ken’s hole, listening to his enslaved thrall start to moan and beg for it. So far, everything had gone exactly according to plan, and now he had a few hours to toy with this stupid fuck before he had to get back to the bar, retrieve Ken’s clothes and his life, and be gone from this nightmare for good. He still had so much to do though, before he could make that happen though–what is the next part of the imp’s plan for the charmed Ken?
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