Bigot in Hell

The demon's mouth flexed around him, laughing, eyes fixed on him, not even rolling as he looked up at the corrupted man. Oh, his torment would be wonderful, so hot, even exquisite -- and that was not a term that Crystal used lightly! He'd have to come back around, sometime, to see just what came of Damien, even though his fate, most likely, was already laid out in the chronicles of hell. But he could still check in, see if there was anything he could help with. Damien wouldn't like that, which made it perfect!

"Sugar, I've given you your start..." Crystal said with a smirk, standing up, patting Damien on the shoulder, the transformed man standing with his cock still out and hard, heaving and panting. "But, you know, a stripper's gotta bounce. I hear I'm up for a big role in a movie tonight...if you catch my drift!"

Blowing Damien a kiss, he wiggled his fingers in a farewell wave, sashaying away with a swing in his hips. His underwear bulged out obscenely with his hard-on, the glittery purple and blue ensemble only held in place by the grace of hell. Damien whimpered, lips parting, though she should have already known that there would be no mercy given to him.

He'd lost that right long ago.

"Please... No, you can't do this... I don't... I don't want this! This isn't the life I want, I've got to be changed back! We'll make a deal, yes, yes, I'll do something, anything you want!"

Crystal glanced back over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips.

"What, so you can go back? There's no way back to life, honey darling. You're stuck down here now. That's your "life," if that's the way you want to look at it, as a sinner. This is only your fault and now you'll spend eternity sucking dick, fucking dick... I dunno, what the fuck do I care. I'm sure you'll get plenty of it though."

Damien howled, broken, sobbing, though the hardness of his cock was still there, refusing to soften, his body at odds with his mind, the ripping horror pounding through him with every beat of his heart. Crystal was well on his way, seeing no fun to be had left in torturing Damien, whistling a tune, though demons and other sinners too were already flocking to the broken man, ready to continue his torture.

Damien would not be bored for eternity...but no one had ever said that hell was supposed to be fun. Well, for anyone other than a demon, that was.

Damien gasped, on all fours, tears in the corners of his eyes.

He wanted...dick. He wanted cock more than anything else in the world. Or hell, as it was.

There was no more fitting punishment for a homophobic bigot like him.