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[b][u][center]Hurled Through Hell

Chapter 15

for Damiekinz

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

They kept him in the machine for gods knew how long. Eoghann didn't know what was up or down anymore by the time that the humping, pumping, grinding thing was called to a stop. All the badger knew was that he had cum, and cum, and cum again, all for the sake of being a 'Good Boy.' He didn't know why that was so important anymore, but he knew that he couldn't stop thinking of himself as that. If he did, the pleasure would stop, and the pleasure had to keep going. The pleasure made things better. The pleasure made [i]him[/i] better.

So, when the machine thrummed to a stop and he was no longer getting fucked by the knotted dildo or getting teased by the milker between his legs, he was at a loss. He groaned, the gag falling free of his mouth a few seconds later. He coughed, his voice dry and raspy as he tried to talk.

"What...why..."

"Time to see how you're doing, badger."

Strong arms lifted him free of the machine, setting him on the ground before letting go. He almost fell head over heels, but managed to keep upright by the barest of margins. His head spun as the blood flow got back to where it was supposed to go, and his much-molested cock was allowed to soften over his balls, hanging over them and just...resting there, not even dribbling.

Grunting under his breath, Eoghann forced himself to lift his head. It took more effort than he expected; everything was so limp, so relaxed, and he felt weak compared to before being in the machine. He shook his head repeatedly, reminding himself how to move, how to sit, how to use his body properly.

[i]Mmmph...fuck...what...why...[/i]

Good Boys Stayed Still.

That memory remained, and he could still feel the urge to stay right where he was, to not move, to not do a damn thing without being commanded. It took everything he had to look up without being told, and it still made him feel weird to do it. His eyes ached as he forced himself to focus past the bridge of his nose, the long-term wear of that visor doing something to him and making it rather hard to focus.

When his eyes finally did focus, he realized he was looking up at one of the bear demons from before. The one that had done most of the talking, and the one that had told Ronove that they were going to break him in. One of the ones that were probably in charge around here since the big blue bear didn't have the gumption to run his own realm. Eoghann groaned under his breath, fighting the urge to let his head sag back down and rest on his chest.

"What...what do you want?" he managed to get out.

"Heh, seeing how far along you are. Looks like the machine did a good number on you. Do you remember your name?"

"...Yes."

"What is it?"

"...E-Eoghann," he managed to get out, coughing. "Thirsty..."

"In a minute. Do you remember what you were taught?"

"Good Boys Stay Still."

The words came free without even having to think about it, as if they had been completely engraved on his mind. For all that he knew, they may well have been. The sheer power of the visor and the machine had been beyond anything that he had ever imagined. It had wrecked him, taught him, trained him in a way that nothing else ever had. Was that the way that they were training all the other mortal souls down here? Just shoving them into machines and making them stare at the swirls until the pleasure and the command became one and the same? No wonder he hadn't heard anyone else since coming down to this Circle. They were all too busy being 'good.'

The bear smirked as he nodded. He patted the badger on the head, and Eoghann struggled to keep from feeling too good, too much pleasure, at the touch.

"Good boy. You remembered."

"Mmmph..."

"I'm Usora, and here's how this is going to go," the big guy said, walking in a circle around the badger. "For the seven years that you're here, you're going to learn how to obey. Then, you're going to learn how to take pleasure every time that someone tells you to do something. It's going to get so fun to obey that you'll get hard the second someone even asks your name. You'll want to do what you're told, crave it, need it. Staying still will be your default; following orders will be your calling."

"..."

"Don't believe me?"

"I didn't say that."

"You were thinking it, heh." Usora shook his head. "That means that you need more time in the machine. Much more intense time in the machine."

"But -"

"Tell you what. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll let you see if you can prove that you don't deserve to go back in it."

Eoghann nodded, more desperate than he realized to not be shoved back onto the bench. He didn't know where the sudden fear came from, but he knew that if he was shoved back into that, slid back into the visor and the fucking and the deep edging, he wouldn't come out the same way. The Circle of Obedience was no less intense than the other Circles, but he had come in with the idea that he might just get through without having anything happen to him. Gods, he was arrogant.

Usora nodded. The bear, not so tall as Ronove but tall enough at eight or nine feet tall, cocked his head to the side with a smirk.

"Insult yourself."

"...I...what..."

"Too slow."

"No, wait, I - I can - wait!"

But it was too late. Usora picked him up by the scruff of his neck and carried him back to the machine. In seconds, he was tied down once more, his arms pulled in front of him and his hips propped up by the bar underneath. He couldn't catch his breath before the gag was shoved right back into his mouth, and the milker was already humming against his shaft, sucking its way to the base. He stiffened up almost as soon as he felt it touching him, and he whimpered as he felt the dildo change, the tip flaring out like a horse's cock.

"Mmmph-mmmph!"

"You will learn to be a good boy. Good boys get to cum. Bad boys get punished."

There was no way to protest, no way to fight back. The visor flickered to life as Usora held it over his face, and once it rested against his cheeks, it flickered with more, new words.

[i]Good Boys Obey.

Good Boys Obey Quickly.

Good Boys Do Not Question.[/i]

The throbbing had already come back. He was still, he was good, he was -

Squelch.

He was filled to the brim with the new horse-cock dildo as the machine set to work. Just like before, it was brutally slow, and just like before, he was already starting to feel the utter need to be filled to the brim, rutted, fucked, destroyed by the machine. He whimpered, his toes curling, his cheeks burning as the gag made his mouth feel all stretched, but -

Pulse.

Squelch.

Hum.

The machine continued its relentless assault on him, reminding him of where he belonged, where he would continue to be if he didn't learn how to be a good boy. A good boy was obedient, did as he was told, and never questioned what others demanded of him.

He had to be a good boy. He had to be.

#

Some time later - days, he swore, but it could have been mere hours - the bear came back. The machine shut down, and the toy came out of his ass. The squelch-pop of the flare dragging its way past his hole was more than he was ready for, and he almost came down the tube.

Almost.

He slumped against the ground as Usora dragged him free of the bench, and he huffed as the gag was popped out of his mouth. The bear tilted his head back, and once more, Eoghann had to focus to actually see past the bridge of his muzzle. Everything felt so intense, so potent, so...so fuzzy against him, like the only thing that mattered was the pleasure, and the only way to get that pleasure was to focus on what he was told to do.

Listen.

Attend.

Obey.

The words echoed through his head, more and more of the visor's words filling his skull. It was like there was nothing but what the visor gave him, nothing but what the visor told him to do. Better to obey, better to do what he was told.

[i]Good Boys Stay Still.[/i]

But best of all to wait for commands. Best to let the masters tell him what to do. His cock flopped over his balls as the last of the machine excitement faded, leaving him with nothing as he looked up at the big bear.

"What is your name?"

"Eoghann."

The answer came faster this time, more easily. Usora chuckled.

"No. Your name is Pillow-Butt. Or Fat-Ass. Understand?"

"Understood. My name is Pillow-Butt or Fat-Ass."

"Very good, very good."

Just being told that he was being good sent a tingle right through his dick. Not quite enough to get him hard, but enough to make him feel a shiver of happiness and arousal. He whimper-giggled, lowering his head and nodding.

"Let's try this again. Insult yourself."

"I'm nothing but a slut, a slutty little badger with a big fucking ass. I was built for nothing but fucking; I should have been thrown in a brothel as soon as I was told enough instead of becoming an adventurer. Nothing but a butt-slut, nothing but a cock-gobbling fat-ass that needs to be used," he said, the words coming freely and quickly. "Mmmph, I should be making up for lost time, giving everyone a good blowjob, or letting them fuck my ass until they blow a good load inside it. Badgers were all made for fucking, but I'm worse than all the others. I was made to be ruined. Ruined and rutted and fucked until the end of time. Nothing but a good little cock-sock, just for you."

"Stop."

And just like that, he stopped. Eoghann huffed, barely believing the words that had fallen from his mouth. He hadn't even thought about it, either. One moment, he had been placid, sitting there, barely thinking about anything at all, but the second that he was ordered to be cruel to himself, it was like all those words came pouring out. He hadn't even thought about it; he just said it. And all because Usora had commanded -

"Good boy."

Good boy. He moaned, his cock rising up a bit from his balls. The praise was enough to get him half-hard. Obeying made him feel good, but the praise made his dick respond. He moaned again, lowering his head in gratitude.

"Heh, you're getting into it now, aren't you?" Usora said, nodding. "Good, good. Mortals need to learn their place here. The pleasure of obedience is always there, always waiting for those that are willing to bow their heads and give in. All you have to do is exactly what you're told. And it feels so good, doesn't it, slut?"

"Yes, sir, it feels amazing."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, sir, very much, sir."

Sir. Sir. He didn't talk to people like that, but - but something in his head was driving him to use phrases like that. Something was already breaking down, wanting to give in, wanting to get the pleasure that they promised for being good. Eoghann tried to push through it -

"Look down."

The badger's head moved without him ordering it. The bear lifted one massive foot, the underside dark, yet somehow tinted with the same blue as the rest of the realm. The toes curled, then uncurled, the large, dark pad along the bottom flexing with it.

"Hump this. Do not cum until I tell you to."

"Yes, sir."

The badger groaned as he grabbed hold of the bear's foot, gripping it at the heel and the ankle as he scooted forward. His cock jumped to attention as soon as the tip touched the underside, and he groaned deep in his throat as he started humping away.

He felt like a dog as he humped and ground against the bear's large pad, feeling the soft squish of it against his shaft every time that he slid from arch to tip. Eoghann closed his eyes, more than slightly aware of how ridiculous he looked. No good man would have been on his knees humping someone's foot, not with any dignity, but here he was. Humping, thrusting, grinding his cock against a bear demon's foot, all because he had been ordered to do so.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Each thrust across the bottom of the bear's foot reminded him of the pleasure of obedience. Each time his hips completed one forward-back motion, he felt a little tingle in the back of his head. The words came back again and again.

[i]Good Boys Are Obedient.

Good Boys Obey Quickly.[/i]

Eoghann tried to forget them, to not think about it, but the constant surge of pleasure from between his legs and in the back of his head made that all but impossible. He was supposed to be a good boy, and he would be a good boy.

Being good felt good.

Being obedient felt better.

He grunted and gasped as he humped away, made all the more embarrassing with the hand that fell on his head. Usora chuckled, and he knew, in some level, that the bear was enjoying his grunting humiliation. It wouldn't be fun for a demon to just allow pleasure; it had to come with a price, something that he lost as he got his bliss. In this case, freedom and dignity; he gave up both to have the chance to hump away at that...

That...

[i]So...sexy...[/i]

He could feel it shifting in his head again. The better it felt, the more that the bear's foot looked sexy. He groaned, trying not to think of it that way, but pleasure was pleasure, and it was hard not to see the black-padded foot as something sexy for providing that pleasure.

Forward, back, forward, back. His cock touched the tip of the bear's toes, slid between them from time to time, but mostly, he just humped away as if he was some dumb animal taking pleasure from the fact of rutting someone's leg.

Hump. Hump. Hump.

It didn't take long for him to reach that point where he should have been blowing his load, but there was something in his head that stopped him. More of the 'good boy' stuff, more of the thing that told him that only good boys got to cum. He tried to push past it, some part of him wanting to hump his way over the edge as fast as possible and end this humiliation, but no matter how hard he tried, his climax was just out of reach, and -

Clap, clap, clap. His ass cheeks clapped against each other with each of his more violent thrusts now, reminding him of the sheer pleasure that came with giving in. He was a pillow-butt, a fat-ass. Not Eoghann. Even in his mind, that name was starting to fade, slipping away from his conscious thoughts of himself.

Further, further, further, losing himself on that edge of pleasure, and loving it, the badger humped away. He kept going, and going, his mouth hanging open, his eyes rolling back as his body was flooded with that edging bliss. He hung on the edge, his eyes barely seeing anything anymore, and his mind's eye was filled with the image of his self-inflicted humiliation as he humped away. Thrusting, cheeks clapping, hugging the big bear demon's foot as if it was his personal lover -

"Good boy."

"Mmmph..."

"Cum."

Pillow-Butt came, alright, and he came hard. He thrust his cock against Usora's foot and held it to his crotch as he was made to cum all over again, spurting his seed against the smooth black pad along the underside. Each pulse through his cock came with an answering throb in the back of his head, and he shivered as his obedience was rewarded.

Good Boy.

Good Boy.

Good Boy.

It kept throbbing through him, making that pleasure take long and longer to fade away, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the fact that he was getting off and getting off hard, even if it was through abject humiliation and...

And obedience...

And submission...

'Squelch' went that foot against the ground as the bear pulled it away. Fat-Ass Pillow-Butt groaned as he leaned back, barely catching himself from falling over. He looked up at the bear, and Usora nodded at him.

"You're learning. I'll let you get some rest before we see how far we can push this."

"Sir?"

"Sleep."

And just like that, he was gone, dropping into the realm of oblivion and desperately needed rest. He dropped hard, fast, falling into sleep and dreamless emptiness.

It was good.

#

He woke to the sound of humping, grinding, moaning. The badger groaned under his breath, feeling something padded under him. Not quite a bit, but not quite the bench, either. It had cushions, and that was better than nothing.

Pillow-Butt -

[i]Pillow-Butt?[/i]

He tried to think of his name, but...he couldn't. Wait...wasn't...

The badger shook his head, holding one hand to his forehead as he rolled over. He looked around the room, trying to get a clue to what was going on, but the sound of humping got louder. His eyes were unfocused, blurry, struggling to see anything, and he had to keep blinking until -

"Oh, fuck!"

That voice. That was the same voice as a badger that he had come across in his travels. Bit younger than him, a bard that was trying to make his way in the world, and someone that he had enjoyed a great deal in his tent the one night that they had spent together. He'd topped the bard, showing the other badger how it felt to submit, and it had been one of the few times that he'd managed to indulge with his own species in the same way. That fat ass had been one of his great joys, a memory that had gotten him off more than once on the lonely road. He even remembered the other man's name: Sheero. Forcing himself upright, he turned toward the source of the moans -

And there he was. The other badger, under Usora, groaning and panting, moaning as he took the bear's fat dick between his cheeks again and again. The other badger moaned for the heavens, his eyes closed to slits, his face clear that he had been fucked stupid already. His toes curled, and he laid in a puddle of his own seed, fucked out of him by the sheer girth and power of the big bear over him.

He couldn't look away. His eyes were locked on the other badger's ass, watching as the bear's cock slid in, out, in, out, gaping that hole the way that the toys had already done to his own hole. It was like watching a judgment of his past, watching as someone else bettered him, stealing the heart and body of someone that he had enjoyed from him.

The bear looked up from the rut, a smirk writ large on his face again. Usora slowed down, pulling his cock out that little bit slower. He even went so far as to lean back, showing off the sheer girth still trapped inside of the smaller badger.

"Look at that. He's so much happier without you, isn't he?"

"That...he..."

"Tell me how much better I'm fucking him."

"..."

"Oh, dear. Looks like you're going back to the machine."

#

Hump.

Hump.

Hump.

Pillow-Butt groaned as he was dropped on the ground again, ass wet and puckered from the horse dildo. Something new, something different in the machine this time. It had been flooding him with something almost like pre-cum, but so much thicker, warmer, better. It made his ass feel hot the whole time that the toy had been slamming into him, making him so sensitive, so good, almost like his time with Zaleos. It wasn't quite that powerful, but it was close, making it harder and harder to think.

[i]Good Boys Don't Question.

Good Boys Obey Quickly.

Good Boys Do What They're Told.[/i]

"Look."

His head lifted, staring at the bear and Sheero again. The badger was moaning, taking it, his mouth hanging open as if he was getting the best rut of his life. He had almost looked like that way back when, when Pillow-Butt had first enjoyed him, but even that night was nothing compared to this.

"Tell me how much better I am," Usora said.

"You're better than me, so much better than me. You make him feel good, while he could barely feel me. I was such a tiny man, he probably was just making me feel good out of sympathy. You're what he deserves, you're what he needs. Fuck him, fuck him harder. Give him what I never could."

"Heh, that's better. Good boy."

He went from completely soft to completely hard, and he moaned happily. Sheero flickered, fading out of existence. Just a phantasm, he realized, and one just as quickly replaced by another of his former lovers.

“And this one?” Usora grinned. “Tell me how much better I am now…”

#

The training continued day in and day out. Usora and all the other bear demons that populated the Circle of Obedience seemed to take great joy in finding different tasks for the badger, and Pillow-Butt was happy to fulfill every one of them. The constant brainwashing and training and edging in the machine slowly trained out the same that came with following the orders or the degradation of the tasks, replacing them with nothing but the utter bliss that obedience offered. There was nothing like that feeling of giving in and allowing the demons to command him; when they gave him something to do, he had purpose, and purpose brought pleasure in a completely different way than action.

He joined the other mortals as they were brought forth every so many weeks. They were just like him, eager to obey, minds all but broken, their bodies molded by various machines to be the best that the demons could ask for. They were there to give pleasure, nothing more, and nothing less. If they were sufficiently amusing, then they were allowed some pleasure of their own, beyond the bounds of what simple obedience gave them.

They were in a line in the great entry chamber. Ronove was on a platform, getting fucked by some of his subordinates. The bears pulled him around by leash and harness, using him, gaping him, never allowing him to have less than two dicks at a time. He craved it, and watching it, Pillow-Butt craved the same sort of use.

But not quite as much as he craved to be ordered around. No matter how great that pleasure looked, getting used, getting filled, getting stuffed, he knew that his greatest joy would come from following orders.

"Forward," Usora called.

He joined all the other souls in stepping forward from the wall. They moaned in unison, pleasure filling them en masse. There was no hesitation, no holding back in showing that pleasure; their cocks stiffened, rising up like little poles between their legs.

Usora snapped his fingers. Panels in the floor opened, and from them emerged dildos much like the ones that the machine had used to train his ass. Horse cocks, flared, huge, thick, all with the heavy head and the wide medial ring, wobbled upward from the holes in the ground. They were big enough that he knew that most of them would have some sort of bulge from it. Any mortal living on the Material Plane would have struggled to take such things without pain, but they were in Hell. There were no such limits here.

"Straddle."

Again, they obeyed, and again, they moaned from the pleasure of following orders. Their cocks were hard, dribbling, but none of them were going to cum. Pillow-Butt knew that, they all knew that. Their pleasure was bound up in being good, and being good meant that they did not release without an order.

"Ride."

They all dropped together. Badger, rat, stallion, other bears; they were all equal in the eyes of the demons, equally inferior, and they all knew it. They obeyed as they were trained, dropping down, holes kissing flares, and then spreading to take the whole things past their puckers. Deep, deeper, deepest, until their asses kissed the floor.

Pillow-Butt moaned as his ass touched the floor, his hole spread wide around the toy. He knew that he had done it faster than almost anyone else in line, and unlike the rat that had taken it quicker, he hadn't lost his balance as he hit the floor. He maintained some sense of posture, and that was hotter to the demons. His legs were spread wide, his balls touching the floor as well as his ass cheeks, and he made sure to show off for a full five seconds before dragging himself back up.

All the way up, past the medial ring with a soft schlorp as it popped out of his hole, all the way to the head. His thigh muscles clenched as he went up, his core muscles pulling tight, but this had been part of his training for...he no longer knew. This was what he was good for, though, and he would obey.

Ride.

Ride.

Ride.

The world blurred around him, and the squelch-pop-smacks of the other mortal souls riding their toys faded into the background, and soon, all he felt or saw or heard was his own body moving up, down, up, down on the toy inside of him. Obedience was all, and he had been commanded to ride.

Up, down, up, down, each motion making his ass cheeks clap together or spread apart. Every time he rose up, he felt the squelch-pop of the medial ring sliding out of his ass, and every time that he reached the tip, the flare raked over his prostate. The pleasure was so much that his cock was literally spitting pre-cum in minutes, but those wet shots across the floor didn't mean anything to him. Not compared to doing what he had been told.

Up, down, up, down. He moaned, but not for the pleasure of the big dildo inside of him. He was a good boy. He was obeying. He would get the right to cum if he kept this up for long enough.

The badger rode his toy as hard as he could, pushing his thigh muscles and his core to their limits. The constant up-down motion left him slapping the floor with the curve of his ass cheeks, and he made sure that he spread his legs wide every time, letting them see his cock throbbing, his balls churning, his asshole spread wide on the fake cock.

He was vaguely aware of the rut going on on-stage, where Ronove was getting used. The other demons used him as a footrest, as a fleshlight, as anything they could think of, and they idly paid attention to him and the other mortals. Sometimes, they would point to one, saying that he was good, and that mortal would receive his pleasure. More often than not, Pillow-Butt and the others were just a percussive sound in the background for the demons' pleasure.

But he still obeyed, and still rode.

Hours passed. Up, down, up, down, the burning between his cheeks getting stronger and stronger as he fell further and further into the action. No more need to hold back. No more need to be anything but an obedient butt slut. Ride, ride, ride -

"The fat-ass can cum."

Fat-Ass. That was him. That was him.

The badger stopped, impaling himself on the shaft one more time. He came, squirting, shooting, a fountain of cum blasting out from his cock, but...but it wasn't right. No, he had to keep moving. And even as he shot his load, he kept riding the dildo, going back up the shaft even as his asshole clenched down around it, squeezing it tight.

The jealous glares of everyone else barely affected him. There was no need to think about it; all he had to do...was keep riding...and keep being good.

#

At the end of seven years, Pillow-Butt had forgotten everything. It took Usora ordering him and Ronove to the edge of the Circle to get them out of the domes, and even then, Pillow-Butt could only think of how good it felt to obey. Each step was another tingle of pleasure, each soft jiggle of his rump a reminder that he was giving someone a show. It was what his purpose was: obey and indulge, obey and indulge.

He heard Usora say something to Ronove. A big hand wrapped around his ankle and lifted him up, and he had a split-second of feeling the sheer chill of water around him before -

"Ah!"

He gasped as the River Lethe carried away the worst of the desolate, empty obedience that clung to him. His name returned: Eoghann. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the urge to obey slipping away, fading from a compulsion to an urge to a mild desire. It no longer dominated his mind, but instead rested with all the other things that lingered from his time in the various Circles.

Then, and only then, was he removed from the water and tossed into the waiting boat. He landed with a thump, his breath coming in short gasps as he stared up at the sky.

"Congratulations on completing your first forty-nine years," Usora said, chuckling. "Rare to have a soul that passes through all seven Circles. Can't wait to see what you bring back with you next time, heh. Give our regards to Berith."

"You...get along?"

"Not even close," the bear admitted. "But we don't like to break contracts. Otherwise..."

The implication was clear. Eoghann nodded, and the boat set off from the dock. He twisted away from the riverbank, staring ahead as he tried to get comfortable and think about what lay ahead of him.

Forty-nine years. He'd lived in Hell now for as long as he'd had the pact on the Material Plane, and he couldn't remember more than a few bits and pieces scattered throughout it. His mind was a mess, twisted and broken and put back together again time after time. Who knew how much he had already forgotten, and how much would be forgotten going forward?

But one thing was for sure. Hell was not as bad as the churches made it out to be. Even if there were horrors here and there, there was so much pleasure to go with them. For the intense hedonism that Hell offered, he could deal with some terrors.

"So...another seven years in Curiosity...Heh. What'll it have for me this time?"

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: The second half of Eoghann's time in Obedience, and the end of the series.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Cuckolding, Humiliation, Machine Sex, Hypnosis, Corruption, Obedience, Anal, Dildo, Badger, Bear, Demons, Hell, Series, Orgasm, Cum,