Long ago, there was a Dark Lord that tried to rule the land. However, he was defeated by the legendary hero and their companions. With the Dark Lord's death and his powerful magic sealed away, a new successor needed to be born. And out stepped an imp named Camus. And, well... it wasn't really successful.
Over the years he's made very little progress. He doesn't have any magic nor is he strong. He's convinced himself he's the new successor much to everyone's embarrassment and chagrin. And to prove his so-called dominance and fear, Camus decided to go to a town and enact his plans.
He wore his outfit, arm warmer and stockings, a thong and a snazzy cape. He basically looked like a stripper going on Halloween. Right now, Camus arrived at a town where he saw the townspeople minding their own business and carrying on their daily lives.
"Perfect! These would be perfect slaves for my army! I shall let them know their place, as I, Camus the Dark Lord, shall subjugate them!!" Camus says to himself and chuckles. He then decides to make himself known, putting his hands on his hips and puff his chest with pride.
"Attention lowly citizens! Your lives are about to be changed forever! I, Camus, the new Dark Lord, welcome you all under my new ruler ship as slaves!" The imp announced and waited for the townspeople's reactions. But he got pretty much no reaction.
"Hey! Didn't you hear me?! I, Camus, the new Dark Lord command you to be my slaves!!" He shouted, and once again, he was ignored. His eye twitched in annoyance. Did these stupid peasants not know who he is?!
After what seems like forever, Camus finally got a response. "Dream on, kid!" He heard someone say from behind him. Enraged, Camus turned around. Who dares speak to him that way?!
"Who said that?!" He exclaimed angrily. Trying to pinpoint who defied him.
"Me." Said a townsman. Raising his hand without any shame.
Camus eyed the man up and down. Or well, mostly up as he was much taller than him. He was wearing a long, dark coat, black boots, black gloves, and sunglasses that was currently hiding his identity. Whatever it is.
"You dare defy the Dark Lord?!" Camus roared.
He saw the man sigh. "I don't have time for this…" He said before walking away.
Camus gritted his teeth in frustration. "Get back here!" He yelled before running towards the man. No one speaks to him that way! NO ONE!
Once he was in range, however, the man turned towards the small imp and lowered his sunglasses. Revealing a bright light that both blinded Camus and knocked him out cold.
By the time the imp came to, he realized... he was isn't in town anymore and... wait, why couldn't he move his arms?
"Uuuuughgh... what the... hell happened...? Nh... huh? W-what the...?!" Camus groaned and then was wide awake. Where the hell was he?! He was in some sort of... dungeon, or room or something. He had no idea. He notices... his wrists were chained up, along with his ankles too. His cape was gone, leaving him in just his regular 'attire'.
"HEY! Asshole! You better release me this instant! I'll sick my whole army on your ass!" He tried sounding intimidating, but it was hard when he's a small imp and he couldn't break free.
Camus heard someone laugh cruelly. Was it the man from before? The one who brought him here? Someone else? He wouldn't have to wait long for an answer.
From the darkness stepped the man with the sunglasses. That's one mystery solved, at least. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you son of a bitch?!" Camus asked furiously.
The man chuckled. "Just having a bit of 'fun', if you know what I mean~" He replied. This both angered and scared Camus, but mostly angered.
"What are you talking about? And who the fuck are you?!" Camus roared. "Don't you know who you're dealing with!?"
"Oh, I know good and well who I'm dealing with: A new personal sextoy~" He eerily replied. "As for my name, you may call me… Mitchel."
Suddenly, Camus had a very bad idea of where this was going as he heard what this Michel, if it was even his real name, said.
"... Oh, HELL no! If you don't release me now, I'll... uh... I'll put a curse on you! Yeah! Bet you won't like that, huh?" Camus said, wracking his brain on how he could get out of this.
Mitchel just laughs at the very bluff. "Oh? And with what magic? You clearly don't have any." He simply states.
Camus' eyes widened at that. "H-how... how did you...? How was I even knocked out? That weird light... and why the hell are you wearing sunglasses?! We're indoors...! Wherever I am..." The self-proclaimed Dark Lord questioned and muttered the last part to himself.
"Just a simple transportation spell; first thing dad ever taught me." Said Mitchel. "Enough reminiscing, though…"
Mitchel paused and removed his coat. Revealing his naked body. "…let's get things started~"
Camus just stared at Mitchel's dick. It was huge! How would he even-?! Camus shook out of it. He wouldn't be tempted by some peasant with some lame-ass powers!
"When I get out of here, you'll be more than sorry! You'll be- MMMF!?" Camus was then cut off by Mitchel kissing him. Tongue and all!
'Get off of me, you asshole!' Camus screamed in his mind. Speaking of his mind, he's got to keep it clear from any provocative thoughts! He was the next Dark Lord, for crying out loud!
A Dark Lord wouldn't be tempted by such mortal and basic desires! Even if the kiss did feel kinda good-NO! He was dominant! A top! Not some bottom bitch!
"Mmmh...! Mmmm...!" Camus glared daggers at the man, being forced into a sloppy kiss. Once he gets out of here, he'll have his minions hunt this fucker. Yeah! That's what he'll do!
The imp struggles again, only the sounds of his muffled cries and the chains binding could be heard.
'Why the fuck is this lowly pervert kissing me?! So disgusting... I'll fuckin' kill you when this is done!' He thought with pure venom. Surely his loyal minons would rescue their Dark Lord. They have to!
Finally, Mitchel pulled away. "Hah… Not bad for a first-timer~" He panted.
This sent Camus into a wave of anger. "FIRST-TIMER?!! When I get my hands on you, I'll rip your head off!"
Mitchel smirked evilly. "Is that so? Then why are you turned on?" He asked while gazing down Camus' nether regions.
Camus looked down and was shocked to find that he was slowly gaining an erection that his thong was doing little to hide. This was impossible! He wasn't gay!
"Son of a…" He growled. "When my minions arrive…"
"Minions?" Asked Mitchel before chuckling again. "They don't even know you're here. For all they know, you could be whoring yourself out. Which you are~"
Camus couldn't help but blush, both out of embarrassment and of rage. How dare this bastard mock him! Treating as some cheap whore he can find on the street! However... he was right about one thing. His followers had no idea he was here.
"I'm NOT a whore! My body is just... just being stupid is all! I'll make sure you have the most slow, agonizing, painful and hellish torture imaginable!" He threatened Mitchel with pure hate. "Why me?! You could have gotten anybody, you sick fuck!!"
"I know, buuuut… You had better looks." Said Mitchel. "But enough talk."
Mitchel slapped Camus across the face with his cock. "Get to it, bitch~"
Camus growled. "No chance in hell, asswipe!" He exclaimed. "Untie me and once, and I'll consider making your death less painful!"
Mitchel didn't listen to Camus' threats and shoved his dick inside his mouth. Moaning in sick pleasure as he did so.
"Mmgh! Grrr…" Camus growled as Mitchel thrusted hard into him. He had to escape! He had to tell someone about this! He had to…taste his cock more-AGH! No! What are these thoughts doing here?!
Camus' eyes widened as Mitchel grabbed the back of his head thrusted deeper. Not caring if the imp was gagging.
Camus tried biting down, but to Mitchel, it only added to the pleasure. Then he tried pulling away. However Mitchel's grip was far too strong. Having little options left, Camus just takes it. Hoping if he gave Mitchel what he wants, he'd let him go.
Camus could feel the cock hitting the back of his throat with every thrust, the only sound the imp makes is muffles groans and gurgles. Why was this guy so big?! And why was this cock so disgusting, thick and... so yummy-FUCK!
'What the fuck is wrong with me?! This guy is basically raping me! My stupid dick seems to enjoy it and now this?! Oh, I get it... it must be more of his magic! I'll play your game for now.' Camus thought to himself, not realizing the actual truth he was denying.
On and on it went, Mitchel groans with lust as he has his way with Camus' throat, using him like a cocksleeve.

"Mmmmm... I'll give you imps this, you definitely give good head~ Such a nice Dark Lord slut~" The male teases, watching as Camus' cheeks flushed with embarrassment again. And one again, insie his thong, his cock twitches.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Mitchel groaned out. Camus' eyes widened. He was ready for-SHIT! Enough with these dumb thoughts!
With a few more hard thrusts, Mitchel came down Camus' throat. "AAGH! Take you if you motherfucker!" He moaned.
Having little choice at the matter, Camus tasted his captor's cum. It tasted amazing-NO! NO IT DIDN'T!
Camus flip-flopped on that thought. It did! It didn’t! It did! Didn’t! Did! Eventually, he settled on… It did~
What was happening to him?! Never in his life would Camus do something so… So… Wait, what was he doing again? All the angry thoughts that Camus had suddenly vanished and were replaced with lewd ones.
Mitchel stopped cumming and looked down at the so-called 'Dark Lord'. His eyes were hearts and his stomach was bulging from the amount of cum inside him. No doubt about it, he was broken. However, Mitchel wasn't done yet~
Camus gave out a gasp as Mitchel's cock parted away from his mouth. He then felt his chains being unlocked, but the imp found himself not wanting to strike back or anything. He just stayed.
'His cock tastes so good, his cum's exquisite... what's... wrong with me...??? I can barely think...' Camus thought, his mind jumbled up. His stomach was bloated he honestly could be mistaken as gotten pregnant. There was even a small stain on his thong, he probably came without realizing it.
Camus then saw it... the dick that claimed his throat, just out of arm's reach.
"You want this, don't you?~" Mitchel teases the imp. Camus found himself slowly nodded, drooling at the sight. "Show me how much you want it inside you. Do it, you slut!" The imp shudders from the name calling.
Acting purely on instinct, Camus turned around and showed off his glorious bubble butt to Mitchel. "I… I need it inside me! Please, I feel like I'll die without it!" He begged.

Mitchel smirked. "What was that? Couldn't really hear you." He teased. Camus let out a low whine.
"Please stick it in my ass! Please, please, please stick it in my ass! I need it!!" Camus began tearing up. "Please, just fuck me already! Don't make me beg anymore…"
Mitchel grinned at seeing the formally-enraged imp act like the true whore he really was. "That's better~ Now then…"
He tore off Camus' thong and allowed his cock and balls to hang out. He began poking his dick at Camus' entrance. Making the imp groan. "Ready for my dick?"
Camus nodded vigorously. He needed this! He needed Mitchel's fat cock in his even fatter ass! At this, Mitchel slammed in and sent Camus over the edge.
"Aaaaahn~" He moaned. "F-Finally, daddy's dick~"
Camus could feel the male's larger and superior cock pounding inside of him. His own dick paled in comparison to Mitchel's. The imp has a huge dumb smile on his face, moaning and panting with pure bliss.
"Aahhh...! D-daddy's dick... s-so big...! I NEED this...!~" The slutty imp moaned out, his cock twitching and leaking pre with every thrust. "D-do whatever you want to me...!~"
Mitchel gave an evil smile at that, and he intends to to do just that. He grabs Camus' waist, lifting him up and used him a human, or in this case, imp fleshlight.
"Mmmm.. who knew that the 'Dark Lord' would have such an ass that would put most women to shame?~" He mocked as he hears the imp moaning loudly.
"Oooough! Y-yesshsh...! It feelsh... ghood...!~ I lovesh it...!~" His words slurring, almost like he was drunk, his mind feeling like it would just melt if this kept up.
Mitchel continued thrusting into the slutty imp. Hearing his slurred moans and groans as he fucked his tight, now-abused boy pussy.  "Fuck, this feels good!" He groaned. "You holding up okay?"
"Yeeeeeesh~" Camus moaned. His mind far gone to the point of no return. "Fhuck me, dhaddy! I's needs it!"
Mitchel grinned at this and thrusted harder. His cock hitting Camus' prostate a couple of times. If anything, this only added to the intense pleasure that the both of them were feeling.
"Mmh! Cuhmming!!" Camus moaned before doing exactly that. Seeing Camus cum like that sent Mitchel over the edge and he came as well. Filling up the slutty imp and finally breaking his mind. "YEEESH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oogh, there's a good slut~" Mitchel groaned as Camus' stomach bulged some more while the imp laughed crazily. Once it was all over, Mitchel pulled out and sighed. "Good boy~"
"Y-yesh, dhaddy~ I's ghood bhoy~ Ehehehe…" Camus laughed stupidly.
It was almost night and day how different Camus was now. Before, he was this high and mighty 'Dark Lord'. And now? Now, he was this submissive fucktoy who loves being used. Camus rubbed his even more bloated belly.
"Hahh... dhaddy's cuhm... sho ghood... Am I pregnant...???" His mind was so far gone, he has no idea this wasn't how it worked. "I want more... I's want dhaddy's cum...!~"
He goes over and licks Mitchel's cock, licking up whatever leftover cum was left and kissing it. Mitchel couldn't help but laugh, seeing how far the imp fell down. He was no different than a cock drunk whore. His abused hole leaked out his daddy's cum, staining the floor.
"You'd do anything just to have more, right?" He asked, seeing the imp nodding quickly and kissing and worshiping his cock. "There is one way..."
Camus' eyes lit up, staring at his daddy with wonder and excitement, all thoughts of escaping never crossing his mind.
Mitchel took Camus by the hand. "How would you like to become my new pet?" He asked.
Camus' eyes lit up at this. Pet? His daddy's pet? It was a dream come true for him! How could he refuse??
"Y-Yesh, dhaddy! I's your phet~" He said tearfully.
The two embraced one another. This was the start of something wonderful~
SOME TIME LATER…
Time had passed since Camus had met Mitchel. During that time, he was now his new fucktoy, pet, whatever you call it.
Camus was paraded around, not even attempting to cover himself or his shameless acts. For the most part, his outfit didn't change. Instead, he got a collar with 'SLUT' written on it. The imp had a huge smile on his face, his dick and balls shown and his bloated belly revealed for all to see.
He truly looked like he could be pregnant ten times over. Whatever his daddy ordered him to do, he would obey. He could sense people looking at him with a mixture of confusion, intrigue and even arousal.
And whenever they were alone, they would start all over again. Camus hugging his bloated belly as he rode his daddy's cock.
"Hhghgha! Hahha! Dhaddy!~ Fuck me forever!~ I'll never, ever, ever leave you!!~ I'll be your wife!!~" His mind was practically gone and whatever comes out of his mouth was utter nonsense or just stupid laughter. Nobody came for him, nobody rescued him, and it seemed nobody cared.
The land was peaceful once more, and Camus was all too happy to throw away his self-proclaimed title and embrance a new one he happily accepted. Being his daddy's pet, cumdump, fucktoy, whatever term he was... he loved it.
As he was filled up once again, Camus gave a sigh of content and closes his eyes. He loves being a fucking imp whore...~
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