"With pleasre, master" pretty boy said and bowed. He was excited when he heared his master give him orders. Excited at the possibility to please. The forbidden one was far from his favorite - the huge muscular frame was more than attractive, but he had no interest in men - but he knew that was his master's wish...<br/>His master... His beautiful, cruel, magnificent master. Most didn't see a man, but he did. More felt than saw, but for a demon, that is the more potent sense anyway. And he felt him. The majority of time, he felt him. Penetrating him, changing his appearance, toying with his mind. The whore did love his mind games... He loved humiliating, showing everyone that he had power... Not for pretty boy. He knew very well his place and position. To others. And so he was happy to serve his master as a show of power as he stood under the forbidden one. Those huge melon-sized balls indeed needed support... And so he started sporting them - his hands petted the smooth skin, kissed it, lifted it up in the air, licked it. He did not ignore the others in the room, always listening, always observing... He was often used as the whore's gift, a sex offering to other demons, a slave for the night.<br/>Methu was the most plausible option at this point - the whore would need to improve relations if this alliance is to work, and pretty boy's preformance while fucked left no demon with hard feelings towards his master. He had a good body. Great cock. Too cocky, but perhaps that could be used to the master's advantage...<br/>He liked the smooth texture of the forbidden one's balls, the cold feel of the skin on his tongue, the texture of it on his tongue... He eyed his beloved master from the corner of his eye. His pleasure was the most important thing to him. For his approval, he would be fucked by the mountain demon of Kabbar. What are two melon balls compared to that?