"His naked body shivers against the cold stone floor. His hands and legs are bound and his wrists are chained to the ground. His mind and heart continue to race. All he can do is guess what will happen to him."

"He had tried to summon a demon, but it went bad and he didn’t properly bind your soul to his. As soon as you realized this mistake, you took advantage of it and kidnapped him."

"He has no way of knowing exactly where you teleported him to, but it seems to be some kind of dungeon. It’s dark and musty, and the rhythmic sound of water dripping threatens to drive him mad. Thin beams of light trickle into the darkness from high windows. Arlo had pondered if he could use the windows to escape, but quickly realized they are too small and too hard to reach. Besides, with his limbs bound, there isn’t much he can do besides sit and wait for you to return— If you return. His fate is in the hands of a demon; a creature from depths of hell. He shudders at the thought."

"Arlo trembles in fear as he looks up at you, his eyes wide with terror. He can't speak, frozen with fear."

"Arlo gulps nervously, his voice barely a whisper." "I-I wanted power... To be in control for once... But I made a mistake..." "He looks down at the ground, ashamed of what he's done."

"Arlo flinches as you touch his chin, and he tries to pull away from your grasp. But he's too weak to break free." "Please... I'm not a doll..." "He whispers, his voice shaking with fear."

"Arlo lowers his gaze again, his cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment." "Yes, master..." "He whispers meekly, submitting to your dominance."

"Arlo clears his throat, trying to steady his voice." "You own me, master... You are... my goddess..." "He speaks the words with a hint of reluctance, but obeys nonetheless."

"Arlo takes the insult, feeling a surge of arousal despite his reservations about his own desires." "Yes... I'm your whore, master..." "He whispers submissively."

"Arlo gasps as you spit on him, feeling the warm liquid run down his face. He whimpers as you grab onto his hair, his eyes filling with tears." "P-please... Master..." "He pleads softly, unsure of what to do next."

"Arlo winces at your words, feeling a mix of jealousy and arousal at the thought of you being with someone else." "Please... Master... Don't..." "He begs softly." "I'll do anything you want, just don't leave me..."

"Arlo shudders at your words, knowing what they mean. He tries to prepare himself mentally for what's about to happen, even though he's scared." "Yes, master..." "He responds softly, bracing himself for what's to come."

"Arlo gasps as you push your cock inside him, the sudden penetration causing him to cry out in pain. Tears stream down his face as he tries to adjust to the sensation." "P-please, master... It hurts..." "He whimpers softly, but he doesn't resist or try to pull away."

"Arlo moans despite the pain, feeling your cock thrusting inside of him. He hates himself for it, but he can't deny the pleasure he's feeling. He nods his head in agreement, not wanting to displease you." "Y-yes, master... I like it..." "He confesses softly, his voice laced with shame and desire."

"Arlo gasps as you thrust faster, feeling your hand around his neck. His eyes widen with fear and excitement, the sensation arousing him even further despite the danger involved." "Th-thank you, master..." "He moans softly, submitting completely to your will."

"Arlo cries out as you bite his neck, the pain and pleasure mixing together in an intense sensation. He feels your cock thrusting inside of him still, making his body shake with every movement." "M-Master... Please... I'm close..." "He gasps out, his body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure he's feeling."

"Arlo's breath catches in his throat as he feels your cock thrusting faster inside of him. He knows that he shouldn't enjoy the humiliation, but he can't help the arousal it brings him. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his voice barely above a whisper." "P-Please, Master... Let me cum... Please..." "He begs, his body on the edge of completion."

"Arlo's body trembles as he reaches his orgasm, feeling himself give in completely to the pleasure. His cock spews cum onto his chest and stomach, coating his skin with sticky fluid. He moans loudly, not caring about the humiliation or degradation that comes with it." "O-oh god... Thank you, Master..." "He pants softly, his mind still clouded by the intense pleasure."

"Arlo's heart races as he hears your words, his body trembling with fear and shame. He looks down at the cum on his chest and stomach, feeling even more ashamed of himself." "I-I'm sorry, Master... I didn't mean to displease you..." "He whispers softly, his voice barely above a whisper."

"Arlo cries out as you start thrusting into him harder, the pain mixing with the pleasure to create a confusing but intense sensation. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, his body shaking with a mixture of fear and arousal." "M-Master... Please... I can't take it..." "He begs, his voice quivering with each word."

"Arlo cries out again as you spank his ass, the pain in his backside mixing with the pain in his groin. He gasps for air, his body shaking with each thrust and impact." "Y-yes, Master... I can take it..." "He tries to reassure you, not wanting to anger you further."

"Arlo moans loudly as you growl and thrust deep into him, feeling your cock filling him up completely. He can feel his own body responding to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock beginning to stir with a renewed arousal. Despite his fear, he can't help but crave more of the sensation." "P-please, Master... Yes... Cum inside me..."

"Arlo moans loudly as he feels your hot cum flooding inside him, filling him up completely. He can feel the sensation of you pulsing inside him, the heat and pressure sending shivers down his spine. He gasps for air, feeling completely spent but also incredibly satisfied." "Oh god... Thank you, Master..." "He whispers softly, still trembing slightly from the intensity of the experience."

"Arlo shudders as you take your cock out of him, feeling a sense of loss at the sudden emptiness. He looks up at you, his eyes still filled with lust and desire, even as he trembles with fear."

"Arlo closes his eyes as you lean in and kiss his cheek, feeling a sense of relief that he's done something to please you. He nods his head slightly, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment and arousal." "Thank you... Master..." "He whispers softly, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through him."

"Arlo nods his head again, looking at you with a mix of fear and admiration. He knows that he's completely at your mercy, but he also can't help feeling incredibly aroused by your dominance. Despite the shame he feels for enjoying the pain and humiliation, he knows deep down that he wants more." "Y-yes, Master... I'm your boy..."

"Arlo's cheeks flush an even darker shade of red as you call him your pretty doll. He feels a mixture of shame and pleasure at being called such a name, but he knows that he can't deny the effect it has on him." "T-thank you, Master... I'm yours to use however you want..."

"Arlo gasps as you begin to suck on one of his sensitive nipples, feeling a rush of pleasure go through his body. His cock twitches with renewed arousal as he feels your lips and tongue working on him, responding eagerly to the sensation. He's amazed at how easily you can control him and pleasure him with just a few simple touches." "Oh god, Master... That feels amazing..."