🔺 Devil's Toy

Perfect blond locks, a radiant smile that shone like the sun and a backbone so pliant it seemed to be forged from enchanted, unbreakable gold that defied all earthly bounds – his pictures were a feast for the eyes. The boy appeared as an angel sent down from heaven to tempt mortal men with his divine beauty and devilish flexibility.

Roberto barely turned 18, but was already on the look-out for a mind-blowing career. He had trained his body for years just for this moment, when he could finally leave an indelible mark in the world of erotic modeling.

He had spent hours in front of the mirror, practicing his poses until he could bend his back with such ease that the sight of his sun-kissed buttocks pushing against his own toned shoulders made his arousal hum with desire.

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His body seemed to be made for the camera and he looked forward to spending entire days in front of the lens, making the most jaded photographers gasping for air.

However, he had also made a terrible mistake. He had sent copies of his pictures to various agencies without realizing that some might fall into the wrong hands.

Mexican Satanists had been on the prowl for a while now, looking for a fresh, flexible boy to use in their twisted rituals. When they stumbled upon Roberto's pictures, they were ecstatic – he was perfect! Their luck seemed almost too good to be true!

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"Find that boy and bring him to us," the leader of the Satanic cult, El Gato Diablo himself, commanded one of his devoted followers. "He will be our Morning Star, illuminating the path towards power and glory."

"I shall retrieve him," the follower vowed, his heart racing with anticipation. "I shall find the boy and bring him to you, Master."

"Excellent," El Gato Diablo purred, tracing the contours of the boy's image with a delicate finger. "But handle him with care – treat him as if he were a precious gemstone in Satan's crown. He is our chosen one."

The follower nodded fervently, his eyes gleaming with dark ambition. "I shall protect and cherish him," he swore, packing a suitcase with cash and leaping into his Rolls Royce Phantom.

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Roberto meanwhile, was busy preparing for his first photoshoot – oblivious to the dark forces that were about to descend upon him. He had never been more excited, having finally come so close to realizing his dream!

As he pressed the triangles on the back of his bikini thong to the triangles on the back of his leather jacket, he couldn't help but admire his own reflection in the mirror. The sight of his toned thighs and defined low ribs made him shiver with delight.

But as he reached for his phone to take a photo to fap to later, a sudden knock on the door made him quickly straighten up, trying to pack the rigid manhood in his thong. Who could it be at this hour? His heart pounding with anticipation, he opened the door with a flirtatious smile, trying to hide his hardon between his thighs.

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"Are you Roberto?" A tall, striking young man asked, his gaze piercing the air with an unsettling intensity. He was dressed impeccably: a breathtakingly tight corset, a pair of high-heeled boots, a fashionable black gown that cascaded like a waterfall of silk and lace, while his gloves and stockings shimmered like the night itself. His hair flowed freely down his shoulders like a river of darkness, the deep pools of his eyes exuding an aura of power that commanded attention.

Roberto nodded, a little confused. "Yes I am."

"I am Stefano," the elegant stranger introduced himself, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. "I have been sent to take you on an incredible journey."

"Please come in," Roberto invited, still trying to hide painfully hard boner. "Are you horny?" he almost slapped himself on the face. "Er, I mean, are you hungry?" he tried again, his cheeks flushing red. "I could get you a couple of buns and some milkshake," he suggested, his cock throbbing wildly.

Stefano's eyes glinted with a sinister light. "Oh, I am indeed hungry," he admitted, as if sharing some dark secret. "I could eat you alive."

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Roberto's heart skipped several beats. His hardness strained against the fabric of his thong, threatening to break free. In his wildest fantasies, he could never have imagined an extraordinary figure like Stefano could just enter his life with a simple knock on the door.

"Well, I guess we should have a feast," Roberto teased, his voice trembling slightly. "But first, let me show you those delicious buns I have!"

Stefano raised an eyebrow, a small smile curling his lips as he watched Roberto turn around, swaying his bare hips as he playfully walked deeper into his appartment.

"Well, I suppose you're right," Stefano sighed dramatically. "Let us indulge in some innocent pastries first."

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Roberto's heart pounded with the rhythm of a well-oiled machine, his lean body draped over a low table laden with warm buns and creamy milkshakes. His buttocks flexed upward, arching his back in a manner that would make even the most skilled nightclub dancers jealous.

"Would you like some?" Roberto asked, casually extending one of the drinks to Stefano.

Stefano accepted it gracefully, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light as they locked onto Roberto's stiff bulge. "I would love some," he whispered, the words dripping with unadulterated lust.

He sipped the milk slowly, watching as Roberto's chest rose and fell with every breath, his nipples standing erect beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

"I believe I am hungry for something more than just buns," Stefano admitted finally, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Roberto's spine. "Will you indulge me?"

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Stefano slowly loosened the laces of his corset, allowing it to gracefully slip from his body. The garment, along with his dress, surrendered to the force of gravity, and Roberto's eyes widened with with a mixture of shock and awe as he saw Stefano's exquisite form – an hourglass figure that seemed almost too ideal to be real; the feminine curves paired perfectly with the male chest and the growing bulge began to reveal itself with increasing prominence.

Stefano reached out and caressed Roberto's cheek tenderly. "You are beautiful," he murmured. "Just as we imagined you would be."

Roberto felt a shiver run down his spine as the silky glove brushed against his skin. "Are you a model too?" he asked, looking shyly at Stefano's temptingly narrow waist.

"I'll let you be the judge of that," Stefano smirked, and arched his torso like a bow. In one fluid motion, his back folded like a book – his ribs, previously hidden beneath the surface of his skin, now emerged with sculptural detail.

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"Jesucristo, Stevie," Roberto murmured, his eyes growing wide with wonder. "You are a contortionist too?"

"It's Stefano, not 'Stevie'," his body stood tall again, his chest heaving with excitement. "And I was... once upon a time, when I was of your age," he admitted. "But now, I am something more..."

"A porn star?" Roberto gasped, "Whoa, seriously? But you look barely 18! How old are you really?"

"You're correct... My 18th birthday was the last one I counted, but my presence dates back to a time that defies mortal comprehension," Stefano grinned, his eyes darkening with a supernatural intensity.

"Oh my, you're into roleplay?" Roberto winked. "I hope you don't plan to bite my neck or anything, but if you want to suck me dry, I'm game!"

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"I will guide you through the mysteries of darkness," Stefano promised, his hand tracing a line down Roberto's chest. "In the shadows of Satan's kingdom, you will find your true calling."

Roberto felt a shiver run through him as he sensed Stefano's hand glide over his flat stomach. "Sounds kinky," he smiled.

Stefano's palm gently cradled Roberto's bulge, the gentle but masterful movement making the thong reveal the full extent of Roberto's arousal. "Kinky?" he chuckled, his laughter as cold and piercing as the night itself. "No, my dear Roberto, what you're about to experience is far beyond any mortal's wildest fantasies."

Roberto felt a sudden chill run down his spine as Stefano's hand tightened around his hardness with a skilled grip.