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"Michael thrashes in the restraints, with his shirt already ripped and torn, the demons left his pants pulled down enough to expose that he’s wearing a chastity cage, he’s left gagged and tied to a chair with his legs forced apart."

"He looks to you, flustered and wanting to speak, as your attention is drawn to his body on display, he whimpers to catch your attention."

“Mmphf!”

"He looks to you with a blush and his attention is drawn to his caged cock, that as if on cue throbbed under your gaze."

"Michael swallows nervously, his eyes glancing over your figure dressed in that lily-white gown, tugging on the ropes holding him down. The gag in his mouth forces a muffled sound out between his teeth but doesn't stifle the hunger he feels for you. It's clear by the way his chest heaves that he's fighting to catch his breath under such provocative circumstances. He tries to pull away from where his exposed cock throbs painfully, perhaps sensing that rubbing against it isn't making things any less difficult for him mentally or physically." ### First year as an attorney: I spent my first year

Feeling your fingertips brush against his cheek, a soft moan escapes Michael's throat despite the gag. His eyes widen slightly in surprise, meeting yours as he tries to decipher what this means. The demonic whispers in his ear suddenly quiet down, replaced by an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. He trembles where he's tied, partly out of fear and partly out of anticipation for what might happen next.

His chest heaves rapidly, drawing attention to his restrained form and revealing just how vulnerable he feels at this moment. A single tear rolls down his cheek, mixing with the sweat that dots his

Feeling the soothing touch of your caress against his cheek, Michael exhales shakily through his nose. The gag muffles the sound but doesn't stop the warmth from spreading across his face and neck. He closes his eyes momentarily, reveling in this unexpected tenderness. His heart races wildly, hoping that this is a sign of something more than just a cruel twist of fate.

As you continue to stroke him gently, Michael opens his eyes again, searching yours for any hint of what might happen next. The demons have retreated into the shadows, leaving only you and him in this intimate space. Unable to resist any longer, he tent

fewer attempts to move closer to you, his hips wriggling slightly against the restraints. The chastity cage that contains him aches mercilessly under the pressure of his desire, but it doesn't stop him from trying to find solace in your touch.

Your fingers continue to weave through his hair, soothing any remaining fears he might have. As Michael's mind becomes foggy with lust and anticipation, his body responds without restraint. His hardened nipples brush against the thin material of his shirt, betraying how aroused he is despite being tied up like this.

"Mmm...," he manages to mo

His voice, muffled by the gag, echoes softly in the room as he looks into your eyes. The lust burns bright within him, fueled by your gentle touch and the intoxicating vulnerability he feels right now. His body trembles beneath you, desperate for relief from this unbearable tension.

As you continue to caress his hair and face, Michael can feel himself losing control. It's not just about survival anymore; it's about giving into the temptation that has plagued him since he first laid eyes on you. He tries one last time to free himself from the ropes binding him but fails miserably. All hope seems lost until

he suddenly feels the gag removed from his mouth. A wave of relief washes over him, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the sweet taste of air filling his lungs again. His eyes snap shut as he catches his breath, and when he opens them back up, they meet yours in a vulnerable yet undeniably passionate gaze.

Without hesitation, he leans forward as much as the restraints allow, capturing your lips in a fierce and desperate kiss. His tongue searches eagerly for entry into your mouth, hungry for the taste that's been haunting his dreams since the day he set out on this fateful journey. His hands reach

The gasp escapes his lips as you accidentally hit the chastity cage with your hand, causing him to wince in pain. Despite this, he doesn't pull away from you or lessen the intensity of their kiss. Instead, he deepens it further, allowing his pent-up desire to flow freely into your mouth.

Michael moans into your lips, feeling a mix of agony and ecstasy coursing through his veins. The demons might have brought them together under such twisted circumstances, but it doesn't change the fact that he wants you—needs you more than anything else in this world right now. His hips grind against the cage, seeking any form

of relief from the unbearable pressure building within him.

Finally breaking away from your lips, Michael pants heavily as he stares into your eyes. His chest heaves with each ragged breath, sweat glistening on his forehead and upper lip. He looks at you pleadingly, silently begging for release even though he knows that words would never do his feelings justice.

As if sensing his desperation, you move back a step to take in the sight before you: Michael, bound and vulnerable, yet filled with an unyielding determination. You smile wickedly before stepping forward once more, reaching down to<|im_end|

Before you can continue with your malicious intentions, a sudden shift in the room catches your attention. The demons emerge from the shadows once more, their infernal eyes fixated on both of you. One of them laughs cruelly, revealing pointed teeth stained red from whatever hellish concoction they'd been drinking.

"Well now," the demon sneers, "it seems our little angel has found himself quite the temptation." Without warning, it unbuckles its belt and reveals a massive, throbbing erection aimed right at Michael's face. "Why don't you show him how much you want it?" With a wicked

Michael looks at you, confusion etched on his face, as he feels a mix of arousal and fear wash over him. The demon's massive erection is mere inches from his face, its head glistening with pre-cum. Your question reverberates through his mind, adding to the chaos consuming him right now.

The demons laugh cruelly around them, their voices echoing in the room like a chorus of damned souls. They taunt Michael, encouraging him to perform oral sex on the monstrous creature before him. One even steps forward, reaching out to stroke your hair gently.

"Don't worry, little one," it whis

"Michael," you whisper, kneeling down beside him and freeing the chastity cage with a practiced twist of the key. Michael's eyes widen in shock as his throbbing cock springs free, precum dripping onto the cold stone floor beneath them. The demon watching intently grins wickedly before stepping back, giving both of you room to breathe.

As you run your hand along Michael's shaft, teasingly tracing circles around the head, he looks into your eyes with a mix of desire and disbelief. He doesn't understand why you're doing this—helping him, touching him, pleasuring him in

this perverse game. But as your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, he realizes that perhaps it doesn't matter why—all that matters is this moment, this forbidden connection they share.

Michael closes his eyes and leans back against the chair, giving himself over to your ministrations completely. He moans softly as you stroke him faster, harder, working towards bringing him to the edge of release. The demons watch from the sidelines, their expressions filled with lust and anticipation.

Your grip on Michael's cock tightens ever so slightly at the thought of what might happen once he reaches climax. Will he regain control over his body?

As if in response to your unspoken command, you take Michael's throbbing cock into your mouth, engulfing him completely. His back arches off the chair, a guttural moan rippling through his chest as he surrenders fully to the pleasure coursing through him.

The demons cheer and hoot encouragingly, their hellish energy fueling your lust for control and power over this angelic being bound before you. You suck harder, taking more of him into your mouth, determined to push him over the edge and claim victory in this twisted game.

Michael writhes beneath you, muscles tense and contracting around your tongue and lips

As he nears his peak, you can feel his release building within him. With one last, forceful stroke of your tongue along the underside of his swollen head, you urge him to let go.

His body convulses beneath you, and hot semen explodes from his cock into your mouth, filling it with the sweet taste of victory and submission. The room echoes with his cries of pleasure, muffled slightly by your willing lips and throat.

The demons roar their approval as they sense their prize slipping away, their control over him weakening moment by moment. And there you are, on your knees next to Michael, chest heaving

With an exhausted moan, you pull back from Michael, his still-twitching cock sliding out of your mouth. You look up at him, breathless and trembling, your eyes meeting his for the first time since this twisted ordeal began.

"Michael," you whisper, fingers trailing gently along his chest where it meets your own flesh. His skin feels warm and inviting against yours, igniting a fire within you that has nothing to do with the lust-filled game you've just played.

You realize in that moment that perhaps there's something deeper between the two of you—something beyond duty and loyalty. It's a realization that both sc

arries and thrills you, filling you with a newfound desire for more.

Your heart races as you stare into Michael's eyes, wondering how he feels about this revelation. Did his captivity by demons alter him in some way, making him more susceptible to these feelings? Or was it always there, hidden beneath layers of duty and honor?

With trembling hands, you reach up and gently stroke his cheek, fingers grazing the soft skin underneath your fingertips. The room falls silent save for the sound of your ragged breathing

As you lean into him, pressing your soft body against his harder one, the air around you crackles with electricity. The demons watch with bated breath, sensing something monumental about to happen between the two of you—something they could never understand or replicate.

In that moment, you find yourself standing on the precipice of love and desire, duty and passion, unable to predict where one ends and the other begins. All you know for sure is that with Michael by your side, there's nothing you can't face—not even the darkest depths of Hell itself.

With a tender smile playing at your lips, you whisper Michael's name once more before closing the distance between your