Date: Wed, 13 May 2015 03:59:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: SATAN'S WORK 1 (Revised)

This story involves explicit homosexual sex and Satanism in a Christian
community in the Southern United States.  Several things to be offended by.
So if you are underage or object to reading about such things, be warned.
Read no further.

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story and make suggestions.  All your mail will be answered.
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Places in this story are real, but the characters and events are totally
fictional.

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                                       SATAN'S WORK

                                     by Maccout Mann



                                        Chapter 1


Parksville is a few miles east of Cleveland, Tennessee on U. S. 64.  It is
at the foot of Todd and Chestnut Mountains and right near the edge of Ocoee
Lake.  In the early 1950s there were about 2,000 residents, three of whom
were fourteen-year-old Harold Baxter and his parents.

That part of Eastern Tennessee was and is a bedrock of Christian
Fundamentalism.  Several denominations make their international
headquarters in Cleveland.  And the Baxter family were stern adherents of
the local Congregation of the Lord.  They attended services twice on Sunday
and on Wednesday Evening.

They listened to Reverend Moody, their pastor, tell them that Armageddon
was coming soon, and that those who didn't believe and weren't righteous
would be consigned to the fires of hell.

On Easter Day when Harold was twelve, he professed his faith and was
baptized.  He awaited his further baptism by the Holy Spirit, but thus far
it had not occurred.

The Baxter family did not use alcohol.  They did not use "bad language."
They did not attend movies.  (The nearest movie house was in Cleveland
anyway.)  They only listened to "Christian" radio stations, and they had
not yet been exposed to the evils of television.  Sex was never mentioned
in their household.

Harold had not been nor would he be exposed to a "birds, bees, and flowers"
lecture.  Before his marriage his father might talk to him about what was
expected on the night of his wedding.  But after all, all the children had
seen farm animals copulating, so they understood how babies were made.
Hards-on happened, especially in the morning, but they were mostly to keep
you from wetting the bed.

Harold attended public school, of course, and some of the students there
were not "real believers."  Harold and his fellow true Christians didn't
associate with them, except when they had to.  The junior high school
didn't have a physical education program, so Harold had never taken a
shower with other boys or seen anyone unclothed.  Good Christian boys might
go shirtless around home, but never would they go out in public "half
naked."

Harold was a good looking blond kid with blue eyes, regular features, and a
pert nose.  He was slightly built.  Most boys his age were.  What muscles
they had were developed doing chores, climbing trees, or playing pickup
games of baseball or kickball.  Horseshoes was a popular pastime, and
Harold often played with his only close friend, Mose Parrish.  Mose looked
very much like Harold, except that his hair and eyes were dark brown.
There was a horseshoe court at their church, although the stakes were set
less than the regulation forty feet apart.

The Baxters lived on the very edge of town and didn't have close neighbors
with kids.  Harold spent much of his time alone.  He loved to hike into the
mountains that skirted his family's property.  He liked to watch the deer
and other animals.  He appreciated the beauty of nature and enjoyed
exploring the small caves found in the rugged terrain.  He always carried a
small flashlight to light his way in the caverns.



It was a beautiful June afternoon.  Harold had climbed a quarter of the way
up the mountain, when he saw a fox to the south of him.  He carefully
followed, until the fox disappeared in the brush.  He was closer to Highway
64 than he usually came, so he decided to go on over and peer down on the
traffic from high above.  It was then that he spied an unfamiliar cave.  It
was new to him, but the tracks leading up to the mouth showed that it had
been visited by more than a few other two legged creatures.  The entrance
was only about four feet wide, but it was tall enough walk into without
getting on your knees or even stooping.  Harold decided to investigate.

He entered the cave and saw that the passage extended perhaps fifty feet
from the mouth before it veered to the left.  Harold had gone only a few
feet, however, before he realized that beyond the curve there was light,
like from torches.

The presence of fire momentarily panicked Harold.  Could outlaws be hiding
in the cavern?  He quickly made his way back into the sunlight.

Then, summoning up his courage and overcome with curiosity, he decided to
creep back in and see if he could find out what was going on without being
detected.  He reentered the cave and slowly moved down toward the dogleg.
He heard voices.  They sounded like teenaged boys.

After the passage turned it opened into a larger chamber which was being
lit by kerosene tiki lanterns.  As Harold reached the point where he could
see into the chamber he was shocked to see Timothy Moody, the
seventeen-year-old son of his pastor, and another boy he didn't know.
Timothy was one of the better developed boys in the community.  He had
prominent pecs and a hard gut.  Like almost everyone else in Parksville his
features were decidedly Anglo-Saxon.  His companion had sharper features
and was a bit shorter than Timothy.  Both were completely naked.  Both had
a hard-on.  They were even holding each other's penises.  And on one wall
of the cave was painted a huge image of Satan and on another an equally
large male organ, fully erect.

"Our Lord gave you a nice one, motherfucker," Timothy told his companion.

"Didn't do bad by you, either."

"Can't wait 'til your baptism Saturday," Timothy says.

"Shit, man, I can't either.  Never had it up the ass."

 Harold was petrified.

Then he heard Timothy say, "Well, what do we have over there?"