At the devil's mercy

The devil rose from the bed, and stood, towering over Kon.

“I want you to know what you are asking for, pretty boy.” He gently caressed Kon's face. “When I start, I'm never going to stop until we both are satisfied. I don't have a safe word. Though I doubt you will ever need it.”

Kon swallowed.

The devil's words made him feel a bit jittery, and at the same time, scared of what he meant.

“Do I have your consent?” The devil smirked.

“Justin touch me.” Kon balled his hand into fists, and tightly closed his eyes.

Just this once.

He thought, to appease himself.

“Good boy.” The devil turned and pushed Kon to the bed.

Kon righted himself on the bed, so he was facing the devil, with his shaft out, and pointing at the devil.

“Cute.” The devil fastened his eyes on Kon's shaft. He licked his lips as if he were savouring the taste.

“What are you still doing?” Kon asked in a strained voice.

He thought if he comes into the devil's room, the devil won't think twice about anything.

But here the devil