#dominusofhell

“Oh hello, lello!” The blue demon pounds forward and sniffs around the other curiously. “I’m Pace...you smell...pretty important...who are you?” 

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Jacob looked down at the horned boy in his bed, the beautiful nightmare that appeared every day now. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all, but it was true.

i think you owe me

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Jacob woke up after a night of restless tossing and turning, of lying awake and dozing off for only minutes. He felt tired. He felt drained.

He felt... horny.

Ever since he’d left the bar the night before, he’d sported a raging boner. And even after wanking in the shower - twice - it hadn’t really relieved him of the strange tension that kept him awake and restless all night.

It wasn’t at all like Jacob to think all day about sex. Sure, he was a guy in his best years. And he liked sex. But he was also professional at his job, and those thoughts weren’t exactly helpful.

After four hours of trying to focus - and sweating in his suit and wanking once more in the bathroom of his office, hurried and desperate and filthy - he gave up and drove back home. Back to the bed that hadn’t brought sleep the night before.

But the restlessness didn’t go away. Neither did his boner.

Jacob felt the strange urge to go back to the bar. He’d met an interesting looking boy there last night. They hadn’t talked. Just exchanged glances as they had bumped into each other. But now he wished he’d said something.

Now, that pretty face wouldn’t leave his mind.

And the pictures. Of heated little scenes. That boy’s cock buried deep in Jacob’s throat. Of hot puffy breaths into the pillow, damp from sweat and crumpled as he was fucked hard, cock dripping onto the sheets.

He couldn’t get rid of them. Couldn’t stop thinking.

So he took more sleeping pills than he probably should, enough to definitely knock him out for a while so he could sleep at least for a few hours.