The Devil Made Me Do It: Cain, Part 1.5A by TheBaldestOfThemAll

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Slowly, Cain opened his eyes to two golden irises in front of him that blazed infernally like the embers of hellfire. The whites of Asmodeus’s eyes had gone black like the abyss that was his sexual hunger. The huntsman was face-to-face with the bald-headed beast now, feeling the hotness of the air from his nostrils against the hairs of his beard. His eyes opened up widely and he gasped as he pushed himself away from the beast.

Asmodeus cocked his head and let out a guttural laugh that came from a place of darkness deep within him.

"Do you feel that, Cain?" he asked laughing drunkenly, pure Lust in his veins. "That’s real *f***ing* power." He stuck a hand out and the air around him seemed to bend to his will, shimmering before heaving the heavy huntsman toward the wall. The four walls of the room convulsed from the violence of the impact.

"F***," Cain grunted, coughing, "we’re doin’ it rough today, are we?" the huntsman laughed through the pain of having his body slammed with the force of a Brinks truck. He tried to move, but the beast stuck his hand out again, restraining him against the wall.

"Isn’t this how we always do it?" the beast asked, grinning wildly. He made his way toward the huntsman like a predator checking out his prey. "Or have I f***ed you too hard that you’ve forgotten?" His bald head glistened with sweat, and the big vein of his forehead bulged in his struggle to hold all 240 pounds of the hunk of a huntsman against the wall.

"I still remember all the sex we’ve had like it happened yesterday," Cain taunted, gritting his teeth and scowling. "You’re gonna have to f*** me harder if you want me to forget."

"Careful what you wish for, sweetheart," Asmodeus threatened, holding him against the wall. He brought a hand against the huntsman’s chiseled cheekbone and caressed him, thumbing the scar on the bridge of his nose. "You know Cain, I’ve seen your soul. Every desire of yours. You try to hide it, but you and I, we’re a lot alike," he started before parting the huntsman’s fine lips. He put his index and middle fingers into the huntsman’s mouth. "We want the same thing, and so, before I take what’s mine, I’ve got an amendment to our deal you can’t resist."

"Yeah, what’s that?" Cain asked hungrily. His cock throbbed at the thought of what the beast would do to him.

"You ever wondered what a demon like me could do with all this power, Cain?" Asmodeus asked deviously, his eyes blazed brightly. He moved closer to the huntsman and breathed down his neck. "I can make every one of your deepest desires come true." He jacked the huntsman off.

"Mmm… f***…" Cain growled as the beast manhandled him and his cock. "How deep did you go?"

Asmodeus grabbed the huntsman by the shoulders and turned him around, pressing his hard cock against his ass.

"How deep do you want?" Asmodeus asked as he kissed his shoulders. His traps. He parted the huntsman’s well-muscled ass with the tip of his cock. "I had to go really damn deep in that handsome head of yours." As he slithered into the huntsman’s ass, he pressed his nose against his scalp, sniffing him and getting a whiff of his hot, salty masculinity through his hair. "But I could go deeper." He pulled himself out, tantalizing the tortured man before licking his ear. "Give you a taste of baldness like you’ve never known before, and f*** you like no man with hair ever could. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?"

"Mmphmm—what sort of baldness?" Cain asked with a scowl. It took all the strength in his body to not come right then and there.

"Well," Asmodeus smirked, "the ultimate baldness—I’d be bald forever." He jacked off, getting off on the idea. His cock dripped with precum. "But you know my terms. I giveth, but I also taketh away." The beast’s eyes and the mark on the huntsman’s chest started to pulsate.

"So Cain, what do you say?"

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