Scars

Tight clothes, strong words and then darkness. Components of a large game the serpant had to endure, of course, not that he had wanted to. Quicklt his hands latched around something in the darkness. It was soft...Soon there was a laugh and something ejaculated from the soft thing and onto his hand...something....stick. \"Please,\" the snake begged with useless words, \"Please get...\"

\"Off of you...\" the man spoke and in the darkness the serpant could spot a lude grin. Madness. What madness was this? What crimes had he committed to deserve this. \"What good would that do?\" he laughed and Ayame shut his eyes tightly as his uniform was torn off of him and cast to the floor. Aya scanned the room quickly in hope of seeing a means of escape but there was none. Escape iteself was nowhere, even thinkijng it attainable was bleak. \"Now,\" the man spoke waving the fleshy soft skin in the serpants face, \"Put it in your mouth!\"

\"What?\" Aya asked surprised, this man was asking for a fourteen-year old boy to shove a dick in his mouth. What would it achieve?! Aya looked around for a means of escape but there was none and with great weight of his back, Aya submitted and placed the rubbery demon in his mouth, wishing to vomit as it wriggled around inside of there.

\"Now suck it!\" the man commanded his hand wandering through Ayame\'s hair. The mans fingers were rough and tormenting, there too were demons, weapons for a devils use. Aya turned stone faced hearing these words, \"Suck it!\" the man snapped once more and Ayame began to suck. He was being used as a puppet to fulfill sick fantasies. \"You\'re having fun,\" the man smiled with a darkening gaze.

\"mmnuf\" Ayame begged still with the thing in his mouth, \"mmnummf\" he spoke begining to break quickly and painfully. He wanted it to end, this pain, this distress, this slow death. His eyes widened in hope as the man withdrew his dick. Ayame still felt pain of this and the taste of head lingered. \"Can I...\" Aya spoke so quietly in seemed as if he were mute.

\"Leave?\" the man asked, \"just a second you need to recieve a souveniere.\" He spoke slowly and reached for a knife upon the dresser, with a slash he attacked the serpant and scarred his arm, \"Now you can.\"

\"Wh, Why did?\" Ayame mouthed taking a look at the man but was instantly quieted an the man opened the door to the bitter night and Ayame stared at the mans illuminated figure. He was zippin his pants up, his shirt was white and wrinkled and his tie flung over his shoulder, his head still wasn\'t in view but his hands were pale. He wore a ring on one of his fingers and this gave away his identification or at least the place where he worked, \'Techonohygenic Agencies\'