As the slave rotated slowly over the hot coals, its body impaled by an iron spit inserted into its anus that exited through its mouth (to which its hands and feet were tied), it wondered idly how many times it had been killed. But that thought was interrupted as the slave’s elongated cock brushed against the little pile of particularly hot coals placed so that the cock would touch them on each rotation. That pain was extraordinary even compared to the agony caused by the red-hot spit cooking its insides and the excessively hot coals that were blistering its skin as the live meat slave slowly turned and cooked. This was how the demons, who watched, laughed, and used their powers to keep the spit turning, liked human flesh prepared – not just cooked, but burned, especially the delicious cock. The cock was kept so aroused and hard that it was parallel to the horizontal body, enabling its entire underside to scorch as it brushed against the extra-hot pile of coals. The cooking would not kill the slave, which was important since the demons insisted on only eating living flesh. It would be the removal and consumption of the slave’s heart that would once again bring the sensation of death. That would not happen until nearly all the high quality meat on the body was greedily eaten. The real nourishment didn’t come from the meat, which they enjoyed but didn’t need to eat. The nourishment came from the extraordinary pain they were able to inflict both in cooking and in eating. After one of them removed the beating heart and ate that final organ, the slave’s body would reform and the cycle would start again, beginning with sexual torture and humiliation and ending with a creative way of once again preparing the slave as meat for a demon’s feast.
It had been over 2,000 years since the first time the slave had died. That event, like all the thousands in between, was one the slave still vividly remembered, and it could still relive the sensations. It had been in a Roman circus, where it had been displayed as one of the slaves captured by the Emperor Caligula. The capture was a fake, of course, since the Emperor never actually went to war, and the slave had simply been one of the many young males selected by the Emperor because he liked its body and wanted to watch it die. So the slave was brought out naked to the cheers of the crowd, fucked by several huge gladiators, and hacked to death as the cheering increased. The gladiators started by cutting off its penis and testicles, which were presented to the Emperor as trophies. The Emperor tossed the shriveled cock to a nearby slave kneeling beside him on all fours, who ate it doggy-style. But the Emperor picked the man-seeds from the ball sac (which he also tossed to his slave-dog) and popped the fresh meat into his mouth. This further delighted the crowd. Oddly, even though it no longer had any sex organs with which to react, the sight of its former male pride being eaten turned on the slave sexually. It was pleased that it had been used so personally by the great emperor. From its perspective, for a mere slave to have part of its body used as a snack by the Emperor of the Roman World was a great honor. The fact it also meant the slave would die a very painful, humiliating death was of no concern to it (or anyone else).
At a signal from the emperor that he was done with his snack, the gladiators slowly and carefully hacked the slave into pieces, trying to keep it alive as long as possible, laughing and sharing the severed body parts as more crowd-pleasing snacks. The slave died when one of the gladiators, after cutting open its belly and reaching in to remove its liver, reached into the body cavity again and pulled out its heart. The slave was not alive to watch the heart stop beating and get consumed by the triumphant soldier. But this established its method of death for its eternity of pain.
The slave had not resisted or even objected. In fact, it was sexually turned on by having its naked body on display and getting gang-fucked while the crowd watched, so that it was able to maintain an erection until its cock was sliced off. One of the gladiators had masturbated it to the point of orgasm, so that what he cut off was a pulsating cock just starting to emit cum. The clever transformation from pleasure to pain was a huge crowd-pleaser. The slave somehow felt it owed the crowd (and especially the Emperor) as much pleasure as possible for having allowed it to serve them, alerting the gladiator to its impending orgasm so he could have the knife ready and make the timing perfect.
It had been born into slavery, and because it was exceptionally handsome it had been trained and used as a sex slave (among other things, such as a human urinal). Whether it had enjoyed that naturally, or simply become accustomed to being fucked and tortured, was of no matter. The simple fact was that it was seriously turned on by having another guy’s cock up its ass, by being whipped and kicked, by drinking sperm and piss, and by having lots of people watching and enjoying its torment – or, better yet, joining in the fun. That’s why its owner figured it would be a perfect slave to sell to the Emperor, who thrived on torturing young males. The night before its public execution the Emperor had personally fucked and tortured the slave, which had been the greatest honor it could imagine. The Emperor had even considered doing the killing himself, but decided to let the crowd enjoy the scene. The slave was deeply humbled that the Emperor would even consider such an honor, and went to its public death quite content with its life.
The slave had only limited understanding of heaven and hell, or even the concept of an afterlife, while it was alive. Its understanding really began the instant it died. To its amazement, it was able to watch the soldier pull out its heart and eat it in front of the wildly cheering crowd as the other gladiators let go and what was left of its body finally crumpled to the ground, ready to be fed to the livestock. Even more amazing, the slave could actually feel itself being eaten. The pain was extraordinary, but so was the excitement. The slave understood, at a much deeper level, how appropriate it was to be a slave, and that its ultimate fate was the best use of its otherwise worthless flesh.
As the slave watched the soldier finish his task by cutting off its head and holding that, too, for the crowd to enjoy, it was sexually aroused by the feel of the axe through its throat, and reached a kind of climax as the soldier fucked the severed head through its neck. That’s when it realized that it was somehow whole again – complete with a cock that was spurting cum. As it watched the pieces of its body being dragged off the field to make room for the next victim, the sight brought it to orgasm yet again – a level of intense orgasm it had never achieved before. And as it watched its massive load of sperm literally shoot from its body, the slave realized it was not alone.
“Nice loads, slave,” a voice observed. “I see you’ve adjusted rather quickly.”
The slave was horrified. It had reached orgasm without permission, which it knew was wrong. It turned to look at the person who spoke, and immediately got on its knees, knowing that this was truly a master deserving of obedience. The voice belonged to the most beautiful male the slave had ever seen. Naked and ageless, he was perfect in every sense, including his massive, erect cock that the slave desperately wanted to service. As the slave contemplated the perfection of the being it now worshiped, it realized even more its own imperfections and how unworthy of service it was. But it also could not help but note that it had reformed, still naked, without any of the flaws its body possessed during life. It was as perfect as its unworthy body was capable of being.
“You are correct,” the voice informed the slave, reading its mind. “You are far below me, and in no way worthy of my attention. But I will grant you the honor of servicing my cock since that gives me pleasure and is so clearly your overwhelming desire. You can suck while I inform you of your fate, which is my task and right. You do not need to talk as I can read your tiny mind and discern your pathetic thoughts.”
The slave crawled on all fours over to the perfect male being, and gently used its mouth to begin massaging the giant cock. It was almost too large to fit in its mouth, but the slave was expert at this task and gratefully began its first post-death sucking assignment.
The cock erupted almost immediately and began gushing sperm down the slave’s throat. There was so much of it, and it was so thick, that the slave was concerned it would choke to death. But it quickly discovered an advantage to already being dead – it could swallow all the cum without any problem. As he continued to spew cum in an endless orgasm, the beautiful male explained things to the slave.
“You’re dead, so you can’t die again. But you can feel the pain of death again and again. That will happen whenever someone rips out your heart and eats it, since that’s how you died the first time. Once that happens, your body will reform and you will be whole and healed. But while you’re being tortured or eaten, you cannot experience death and will feel the pain of every stroke and every bite. Your potential to suffer is infinite and there is no limit to the amount of pain you can feel, or to what can be done to you without allowing you any relief from the pain. This will be your state for all eternity.
“But you have been given a gift. You, like me, can keep your cock hard at all times and you can achieve ongoing orgasms with no limit to the amount of cum you shoot – like I’m doing now in your mouth.
“I am Satan, ruler of the underworld, and I have claimed you as one of my eternal victims. You have been a sex slave your whole life, and you were very obedient. But do you think a piece of slave meat like you belongs in heaven? A worthless sack of shit like you belongs in hell where you can be tortured and eaten for eternity, serving Me and my demons.”
The slave considered the comments as it continued to swallow Satan’s amazing sperm, its own cock now rock-hard and ready to erupt. It touched its own cock to test the statement about being able to cum endlessly, and to its amazement it quickly reached orgasm and began pumping its own sperm. It did this before it realized it hadn’t gotten permission, and that helped it respond.
“I am a sex slave, and can see myself as a meat slave, sir. I really don’t think I deserve to be in heaven. I guess I belong in hell.” It spoke no words, since it was still swallowing what had now turned into a gusher of piss, but the speaker read its mind.
“So do I,” the voice agreed. And with that, he reached down toward the slave’s chest, and was able to push his hand into the chest cavity and tear out the slave’s heart. The slave could feel the incredible pain once again, and watched as its heart was thrown toward a massive fire the slave noticed for the first time.
“One of My demons will eat your heart when it lands in hell, and you will reform there. And that is where you will stay for eternity.”
And so it had begun. After its heart was eaten that first time, the slave reformed in hell as predicted and was examined by a vicious demon who took great pleasure in ripping off parts of the slave as it was examined and its parts inventoried, then eating them. The slave had indeed felt the pain of every tear in its flesh, muscle, and bones, and it was reconstituted again after the demon enjoyed eating its heart for the second time. But the demons were also incredible examples of male perfection, and they sexually excited the slave immensely. It felt honored to be consumed by them, and it achieved its ongoing orgasm even while it was being dismembered. This, in turn, further amused the demons, who loved drinking human sperm while torturing its source.
The slave quickly learned that demons prefer their meat burned and charred, and they especially liked to overcook it on a bar-be-cue. Their favorite was what had been done to it on this particular day, with a long, heated, iron spit rammed into its anus until it protruded from its mouth. With its hands and feet also tied to the spit, it could be roasted both inside and out, producing charred meat that they greedily ripped off to enjoy. The fact the meat was live even after being separated from the body, and the fact the slave could still feel the pain as it was eaten, was essential to their pleasure. The slave even learned to amuse them further by achieving orgasm while it turned slowly over the flames, its sperm causing the coals to flare up and burn its skin a bit more intensely. As it slowly turned, the slave focused on trying to get as many flare-ups as possible, since it obviously added to the pleasure of its tormentors. This made it a favorite meal, and that in turn meant it was roasted more often than most of the other humans available to the demons.
True, the slave also responded quite nicely to the torture sessions, which included rape with everything from huge, multiple demon cocks stuffed into its butt for simultaneous gang-fucks, to dynamite exploded in its asshole. These sessions would last for many hours, or even days, between cooking events, and the demons prided themselves on their creativity. Crucifixion of the humans in hell was routine, and since the sufferers wouldn’t die it was particularly effective at administering extreme agony over a long period of time. The slave was included in those rotations as well, sometimes having its body nailed up in the middle of the vast desert-like setting for months on end, burned by the heat while trying desperately to breath. And while the slave was not considered muscular enough to participate in the vicious gladiatorial contests, its great good looks made it a frequent target for events like archery and axe-throwing. The greatest honor, however, was to be permitted to suck the giant cocks of the demons, drinking their gushing loads of sperm and urine that would have chocked the slaves to death in their prior existence. Now it was something to look forward to, as it so clearly gave pleasure to their masters while degrading themselves.
What was strange was how none of this depressed or even bothered the slave. It knew this was its intended purpose, and that it belonged in this place of torture and depravity. Its cock was hard at all times in part because it was so sexually turned on by what was being done to it, by the extraordinary male bodies the demons chose to present themselves with to their victims, and especially by the knowledge that its degradation gave pleasure to its masters. As a slave, what better purpose could it serve?
The daily cooking was nearing completion, and the slave realized its body was now appropriately charred and burned, ready to be eaten. It was soon removed from the coals, and the spit was placed near a table where the demons could easily reach it without burning themselves. The slave felt every bite and tear as its flesh was ripped from its body, and even felt the pain as each piece of meat was chewed and swallowed. The greatest pain occurred when one of the senior demons pulled off its genitals, slowly munching on its burnt manhood as it idly tortured yet another doomed soul tied to a whipping post nearby. It would be a while before one of the masters consumed its heart, causing it to reform, but there was plenty of time. After all, there was eternity.
Peter and Michael had just finished a great 69 session, erupting into each other’s eager mouths with intense mutual orgasms. This was one of their favorite activities, and they made sure to start all their meetings with a long sexual exploration of their amazing bodies. When they finished coming, Peter asked a question:
“I don’t understand why you don’t retrieve that Roman slave you allowed Satan to claim all those centuries ago? I don’t see how he ever did anything wrong, and even if he did it sure seems he’s suffered enough. Look at him – being spit-roasted and eaten yet again. I wasn’t here yet when he was processed, so maybe there’s something I’m missing.”
Michael laughed. “There is indeed, my well-endowed friend. This slave is one of the perverts He likes to make from time to time, who is truly happy only if suffering horribly and serving in a completely humiliating role. Like many of them, this one revels at being eaten. So I didn’t really sentence him to hell. And I gave him the gift of continuous orgasm. Being a meat slave is, for him, the equivalent of the highest level of heaven. He’s completely content and will remain that way forever.”
Peter understood, and watched as the demons down below finished their latest meal. It was a pretty good show, and Peter no longer felt guilty enjoying watching it.