(A/N: demon king character pic at the end of story)

"What a hellish week it's been!" I complain as I enter my apartment complex.

I drop my keys in a little glass dish that sits on a small table by the door.

I slip my shoes off, feeling relief.

"Honey I'm home." I mock. I give a sad laugh before shrugging off my coat.

No one has awaited my return for years.

Ever since I came out as bi my parents kicked me out. I was 16.

I lived at my grandmothers until I was 18 before heading off to this crap of a town called ridersville. Yeah I didn't really like the name but...

It was small and janky. There was lots of bars around this small town which attracted more bikers than in the movie wild hogs.

I only came here because it has cheap houses for sale and it was only a 30 minute commute to my job in the city.

I worked as a clerk at the shopping center in the city and as a waiter in the bars here in this town.

My life wasn't anything glamorous and I'll be damned to say I'm happy with it. Because I'm not.

Loosening my belt I let my pants drop to the floor before heaving a huge sigh and flopping down on my small twin sized bed.

"Time for some much needed rest."

I close my eyes but something doesn't feel quite right. The room was cold. Colder than anything I could imagine. I sat up, confused.

I paid the bills last week there's no way they'd turn my heat off! Suddenly at the foot of my bed swirls of some sort start to carve themselves a design on the floor boards.

My eyes widen and I get on my hands and knees, peering down at the weird movement.

Once the design is complete hot blue fire bursts out and I scream, jumping backward slightly as the fire settled and there stood some type of hideous creature.

"I'll be damned if I loose!" The creature murmured.

I sat there on my bed, shaking in fear.

The creature had the most beady little eyes you could have imagined and that sinister fixed smile on its face, showing all sorts of jagged little teeth.

His skin was scratched and battered. His hand reached out toward me, latching onto my ankles.

"You're going to help me settle a bet!" He growled out. His claw like hands tightened around my ankles as he dragged me off my bed.

That's when the fear kicked in and I started screaming. "Let me go! Let me go! Stop! Please let me go!" I screamed so loud I was sure Pluto could hear me.

I thrashed around, trying desperately to free myself.

All too soon the creature threw me into the void of sorts and searing pain entered my body. That was until I was spit back out of that weird portal like thing onto the cracked dirty ground.

I looked around frantically. What's going on? What is this place?! I must be dreaming! This can't-

"Heath." Bellowed a powerful deep husky voice.

My bones began to shake just from the intensity of the voice. "I brought him to you sir. Now, let's play!" Huh?!!!

The creature that brought me here grabbed me off the table and chained my hands together.

I stared at him confused.

I've got to be dreaming— please let me be dreaming!

Have I been taken hostage? Suddenly footsteps from my right catch my attention and I look over. A man of sinister beauty stood before me.

His dark black eyes seemed to fixate on me. I looked up at him, confused and scared. The man smirked at me. "And who might you be?" The man asks.

The man had armor all around him, save for his face and gorgeously toned abs. If I wasn't being held captive at the moment I might go so far as to say he was a man I would definitely get on my knees for. If you catch my drift.

I felt compelled to answer him. "Mekhi."

The stunning muscular man held onto a scepter of sorts. His metal armor was shiny, almost gold like. The fire I had failed to notice beforehand glinted off of the shinning man.

Suddenly a hand grabs the back of my head, ripping at my hair. I cry out, tears springing from my eyes as pain racked my body.

My chained hands strained against the chains as I tried to pull them free.

My arms were starting to hurt from being so tightly bound behind me. Being doubled over from the pain I had just undergone wasn't helping either.

"P-please!" I begged. Suddenly my face was grabbed harshly by a big strong hand. My head was jerked upwards and my eyes met that of the stunning man before me. He smirked. "You see, little one, your soul will soon belong to me." His horrible smirk widened.

I stared back, confused. What?

I rip my face from his hold and glare at him. "I don't know any of you people! Let me go!" I shout.

The man smirks some more. How can he be smirking so much?

"He seems to misunderstand Heath." The man stated rather distastefully. "Little boy," The man started. He leans down in to my face. "I'm Astaroth." He gestures to the environment around us. "Welcome to hell."

He laughs evilly, sending shivers down my spine. "I'll win for sure!" Heath exclaimed.

With that he grabbed his sword from his sheath and charged at the armor clad man. I gasped, closing my eyes in hopes of not seeing the man get stabbed.

Opening them slightly I gasp once more. The man, Astaroth, had grabbed hold of the sword with his bare hands, stopping it from entering him.

"Not playing fair. Tsk..." Astaroth stated. Suddenly with a ferocious speed I've never seen before Astaroth fought back.

I stared in awe.

During this fight I learn that Heath has wronged Astaroth and that in doing so betray him. So, if Astaroth won he had my soul.

I didn't understand anything more than that however.

I didn't know how I had anything to do with the fight. Perhaps they picked a random person to doom to hell for eternity.

My anxiety grew as the fight drug on. Finally the action was slowing down. They seemed to be tiring, or at least trying to finish things up.

Astaroth kept his face hardened and as Heath lunged for one last time his narrow vision left him at a disadvantage because Astaroth plunged his scepter straight into his chest.

"I win." The words were so cold that my body began to shake once again.

I still had no clue what was going on and the fact that Heath had just lost the bet meant I was Astaroth's. Heath was screaming in agony before disappearing into nothing but dust.

"You," The ever commanding voice bellowed out. I turned to him, my hands still tightly chained behind me. There was no hope for me to escape now.

A sinister chuckle came from Astaroth and he stood, walking over to me in a slow menacing way.

Fear built within me each step he took.

No bullying or beatings or even death threats I received in my entire life was scarier than this man right here right now.

He finally reached me, bending down slightly he grabbed my chin once more. "Guess that leaves me and you." He stated.

I stare at him, too scared to do anything else.

With one quick snap of his fingers more men surrounded me, grabbing hold of me and carrying me off.

"No! Wait! Let me go!" I screamed but as Astaroth disappeared so did his bone chilling smirk.

The next thing I knew I had felt a pain in my neck before everything went black.

When I awoke I felt hot and very exposed. I groaned slightly, trying to move my sore body.

What....what's going on?

"Hmm, so you're awake." At the sound of that voice I gasped, now fully aware of my surroundings.

My hands were chained to the headboard as my ankles were chained to the bed posts at the end of the bed.

I was completely naked, save for a black choker around my neck. I immediately started to struggle against the chains. "L-let me go!" I pleaded once more.

But the man was having none of it. He was on top of me in a matter of seconds. "Tiny little human, look how fragile you are." He growled out, grabbing my neck and squeezing it tightly.

I gasped, struggling to breathe as he choked me. "I could end your life in a mere second." He sneered but then he smirked. "But not until I have my fun with you." He took his hand away, allowing me to breathe once again.

What's going to happen to me?

I gasped for air and gave a sharp look at the man. He grinned. "Nice look, let's see how long it lasts."

And without hesitating he placed his hands on my hips and immediately took me into his mouth. I cried out in shock but mostly pleasure.

I've had sex before. But this was.... this was so much better.

The way his mouth surrounded me made my breathing pick up speed. I fisted the sheets, my legs pulling at the chains. I felt him smirk around me and hummed.

The vibrations sent me gasping. "N-no more I can't hold it anymore!" I gasped out. He pulled away, his eyes impossibly darker. "No, you aren't allowed to cum until I say so." He huskily growled out.

WHAT?! Suddenly he stood up, undressing himself.

His armor dropped to the ground in a very loud clatter. His long sliver hair cascaded down him, stopping just below his shoulders. His eight pack looked rock hard and his body looked nicely toned.

His black eyes caught mine and he smirked. "Like what you see little human?" I closed my gawking mouth and gave a small glare. I won't give him the satisfaction of teasing me.

He scowled at my horrible compliance and suddenly shoved two of his fingers  into my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut and started to choke.

"Suck." He commanded. His voice dripping with a threatening tone. Fearing that if I didn't do what he wanted something very bad would happen I relaxed my mouth and took his fingers in.

I started sucking them, swirling my tongue around them in an attempt at coating them throughly in my spit.

His fingers actually enticed me.

I sucked harder, opening my mouth only to moan. "Are you that excited from just sucking my fingers? My how innocent." He suddenly pulled them away and I opened my eyes.

My drool slipped down my chin but I was too focused on watching Astaroth guide his spit coated fingers down to my ass.

My eyes widened and I felt slight panic. He shoved both of them in and I screamed out. "N-no!!" I cried out.

But Astaroth wasn't having it. He began thrusting his fingers in and out, slow and agonizing.

My member was now fully erect and leaking pre-cum.

It was throbbing and red. I needed release so bad. With his other hand Astaroth grabbed my member and squeezed it, causing tears to roll down my cheeks. "I said you couldn't cum until I say so." He growled out, his voice dark and very very deep.

How did I end up here??

My mind is spinning.

Astaroth continues to work me, adding 3 fingers before finally deciding I'm ready. The only problem is that when he goes to lift my legs he's stopped by the chains.

Vexed, he curses under his breath before snapping the chains as if they had been nothing more than mere strands of thread.

Using both his large hands he grabbed my thighs and pushed them up to my chest. He stared down at my hole, it was twitching and very wet. He licked his lips before positioning himself.

"I won't stop even if you beg me too." He growled into my ear. Before I knew it he was plunging himself inside me.

The pain I felt was worse than anything I had experienced up until that point. I jerked wildly at the chains that held my wrists; the chains that were preventing me from digging my nails into that smooth skin of his.

Tears were pouring down my face as I screamed in pain. "N-no- too big I-I can't! Take it out it's too thick I'm gonna-" before I can finish he pulls out and rams himself back in.

I scream so loud I just knew the entire underworld could hear me. "That's it, let them all hear you. You belong to me." His robust voice drove me wild.

He pulled himself back out, all the way to the tip before slamming back into me. His hugeness stretched me, filling my entire being with nothing but him.

The pain wasn't going away. The sting and unbearable suffering he caused with each movement made screams of agony protrude from me no matter how hard I tried to bare it.

That's when he abruptly pulled out, grabbing my hips as tightly as he could before really pounding into me.

It was then that he had hit something inside of me, sending pleasure coursing throughout my body.

"F-fuck!" I cursed loudly as dark spots clouded my vision. A conceited smirk plastered itself on Astaroth's face as he aimed for that same exact spot once more.

Without fail he hit it.

Another pleasure filled moan escaped as lust started to cloud my eyes. It feels so good.

The slight sting of his lofty size never left but it was so much more bearable as pleasure pulsed through my body.

The chains rattled and clanked as the bed jerked with each violent thrust he gave.

The tears didn't stop, they trickled down my face steadily. This time it was from the overwhelming pleasure I was receiving.

I began to feel my release and that's when I remembered his hand had a vice like grip on me, preventing me from finding my orgasm.

I whined. "Let me cum. I wanna cum!" Astaroth ignored me. His thrusts only became stronger after that.

The head board was smacking the wall as he pounded into me with such intensity. My hole was clamping hard around him, squeezing him, trying to milk his essence out.

I couldn't speak anymore. Incoherent sounds exit my mouth along with my wailing of pleasure.

My face contorted. "C-cum...let me cum!!!" I sobbed out, I opened my eyes for the first time in a while. I was not prepared for such a sight.

Astaroth's face was strained, a look of pure sex. His eyes were staring down at me in the most wicked of ways. His entire being seemed to give off a dangerous aura.

That's right. I'm in hell.

I have no escape.

He finally releases his grip on me.

"If you want to cum so bad then go ahead. I'll let you." His voice was still dark and vicious but it had changed slightly. I felt as though he truly was giving me permission.

All it took was another powerful thrust that had my body sliding upward on the bed and the headboard slamming into the wall for my orgasm to come.

My body was racked with ecstasy. My mind went blank. All I wanted was the bliss the orgasm brought.

Ropes of cum shot out of me as my cries and moans began to dwindle back into pants.

Astaroth picked up speed. "I'm not finished with you slut!" He growled out.

My legs were spread impossibly wider and he plunged himself in and out of me.

My cum, which had coated my abdomen was starting to dry.

Astaroth pushed into me, grunting slightly with each thrust.

The chains around my wrists clanked together, reminding me I was a captive not a guest.

My mouth stayed open in an attempt at moaning out but I stayed silent. I turned my head to the side as I closed my eyes once more. I felt myself stiffening once again.

That hum of pleasure starting to rush through me yet again. "A-Astaroth...!" I moaned out lowly.

He looked up at me, his dark gaze giving me chills. "You're so tight Mekhi."

His big bulk stroked my insides with each deep powerful thrust.

All I could manage to do was cry and moan.

He kept pounding into me, filling me up with his huge member. I actually liked it. I enjoyed being fucked like a bitch.

I wanted so desperately to cling to him but the damn chains prevented me from doing so.

Suddenly Astaroth gave one last powerful thrust that brought us both to our ends.

As mine spilled out of me I could feel a thick warmth fill up my insides. I closed my eyes, basking in the high.

"My king, the council awaits you." A voice suddenly speaks. Astaroth pulls out of me. "I'll be there in a minute." He looks down at me, standing above me from the bed.

My eyes aren't able to open all the way and I groan as coldness begins to sweep over me.

I felt my arms go slack but they throbbed from soreness.

Next a blanket was placed on top of me, it was soft and warm so I nuzzled into it.

Maybe Hell wasn't so bad...