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BACK DOOR GUESTS Lot wiped at his brow nervously, hating himself for being so weak. But wait- they were- yes, they were leaving! Or rather trying to leave. They seemed to be staggering about blindly. This was amazing! He slammed the door and quickly barred it shut. “What did you do?” he asked the two men, as he turned to face his rescuers. “They have become dumb.” Michael, the tall, light-haired guest, spoke first. “We blinded them, Lot.” His eyes twinkled. “They’ll see no more ass tonight.” The other man cast a narrow glance at his outspoken friend. “It was the least we could do, Lot. We welcome the stay here tonight. If you wouldn’t mind…” He motioned towards a servant. “Oh, of course,” Lot gushed, “please, go, and anything you need is yours.” He pushed the boy-servant into an adjoining room and led his winged visitor inside. “This is Endamon. He is to your liking?” The angel made the young boy turn around, bend over the bed, and spread his narrow legs. He grunted his approval. “He’ll do.” “Fine, fine,” said Lot, and left the room smiling. Michael was waiting there, arms crossed, as Lot again motioned towards a waiting servant. Michael stopped him with an upraised palm. “No, Lot, but thank you. I shall be fine tonight.” Lot took him by the arm and led him to another room. Inside was a simple bed, a washing basin, and little else. Lot felt ashamed at the scarce commodities and it must have shown on his face, for Michael smiled and embraced the older man in understanding. “I shall be perfectly fine with what you have provided. Don’t worry, Lot, you have been a blessing.” Lot returned the embrace awkwardly, knowing this was not a man of Sodom he was touching. A heat rose quickly from beneath his robe, and he reluctantly tore himself away from his visitor. He cleared his throat. “Ah…um…have a good night, Michael,” he said and rushed out. Later that night, when the girls were in and his wife was fast asleep, Lot rose and walked softly to Michael’s bedroom. He knocked cautiously and entered. He had figured correctly. Michael sat naked on the bed, his immense dick hanging between his legs like a third arm. He held out his hands and allowed Lot to move in closer. “I knew you’d come,” he whispered, and grabbed Lot’s butt in a powerful squeeze. “I’m not called an archangel for nothing.” Lot smiled and began to drop to his knees, but his guest stopped him immediately. “No, Lot,” he shook his head. “I want it here.” And with that final word, he slid his hand between Lot’s buttocks. His hand was strong, his intentions clear. Lot’s penis suddenly shot straight up, but Michael stood, ignoring the invitation. His lips found Lot’s and they locked together in a passionate kiss, their hands caressing the other’s backside. From the room next door, a muffled scream could be heard, and then, a sharp Slap! “Azrael plays rough,” Michael grinned, holding Lot close. “But not nearly as rough as I.” Lot grinned back nervously, wondering if his sphincter would even allow this visitor’s prick to enter. Fourteen inches of man-make that angel-meat stuffed inside of his rectum, fucking him to heaven on earth…why it’d have to give once it saw that coming, wouldn’t it? Michael lifted Lot’s robe over his head and threw it against the wall. Now, the two naked men stood facing each other, cocks erect- one twitching nervously, the other priming itself for punking. Lot had not been fucked up his arse but twice since he arrived in Sodom. The first time he had allowed the stable boy to relieve himself, the second time the high priest. And the latter had certainly made him rethink his choice of settling here. He had not seen the two large men coming to pin him to the altar, nor did he ever see the sausage that had been stuffed into his hole. He only felt the agony of being ripped apart by a supposed man of God. He had lain there for hours after the incident, sobbing, unable to move from his position. Even now, just thinking about it made his dirty ring quiver. “Well, are you gonna get up there?” Michael broke into Lot’s daze. “We’re leaving early in the morning.” “Probably wise,” said Lot, and crawled onto all fours on the bed. He spread his knees apart until he could feel a cool tingle of air against his anus. He reached back and spread his butt cheeks apart, letting his head drop to the thin mattress. “Fuck me, Michael,” he whispered. “Fuck my ass until your cock reaches my mouth. I want to feel you inside of me.” Michael gazed amusedly at the man kneeling on the bed. He was holding his white cheeks apart, allowing a rosy poophole to finally shine through. A few dark hairs ran up from Lot’s scrotum, but the majority of the sensitive area was smooth. Michael sucked his index finger and, sitting down behind Lot, wedged the digit into the opening. “A perfect fit,” he said. “But too bad my penis is not quite as tiny.” Lot let out a squeal not unlike a young child. “Heheeee. I won’t mind.” The angel pumped his finger in quicker, soon adding another to the expanding slot. Lot was rocking backwards with every thrust, trying desperately to will his rectum open further. The sadistic sounds behind the wall were leaking through, and they made the two men even more aroused, more excited. “Ooooh, fuck me now, please, Michael,” Lot begged. “Ream my rump with your shaft.” He was sweating profusely already, and his puckered anus was wet and loose. His prick hung straight down between his legs, and he wanted badly to touch it, but he needed this first. Michael adjusted himself behind Lot’s ass, lining his thick angelic cock up with the engorged anal cavity. He grabbed both of Lot’s thighs and, with a grunt, pushed into the man. There was little resistance, and Michael knew he had not been the first to ride up this dirt road. “Ooooh, yeeesss…so good…fuck me now, fuck my ass!” Michael drove forward until his balls slammed into the man’s groin. He shook his hips rapidly, twisting the cock deeper into Lot’s rectum. “You like that, do you?” he asked. “How about this?” And he pulled halfway out and then rammed all twelve inches back inside of the groaning Lot. “Or this?” Again, he fucked his way north, and Lot bit down on his blanket. Michael, confident Lot could take it now, began to forcefully sodomize his willing anus. He fucked hard and deep, his balls slapping skin with every thrust. The chute was warm and tight around Michael’s cock, and he could only thank his creator every time the hole pulled him in. Lot was experiencing the thrill of a lifetime, having his bowels reamed by this massive dick. Now, he did release one cheek and began to wank his own dripping cock, as the angel rammed his dick up his shitter. “Fu…ck…oh…yes, God, yes…fuck me hard…er.” The angel complied, pulling tightly on the man’s legs and slamming into his ass over and over and over again. “Oh, yes, gonna fuck your ass, Lot. Fuck this man-pussy! I…am…gonna…fuck…your…ass!” He summoned the last bit of his strength and with a final thrust, drove his cock so far up Lot’s ass that his own sack was nearly forced inside. Lot fell forward onto his face and the angel landed on top, his cock still wedged firmly inside Lot’s battered anus. His wings stuck out above him like a giant fly from Swift’s Brobdingnag, fluttering every so often in pleasure. They lay there for several minutes, letting their cocks drain, letting their sweat and semen mix together. There were no more noises from behind the walls, and Lot wondered if perhaps he would need to buy a new boy in the morning. Or maybe two. 
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