Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 21:21:52
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Go to Hell - Part 3/6" (t/t, t/b, incest, demon)
Caution/Welcome. This is Part Three of a six-part story involving four
brothers, one twelve-year- old, one fourteen-year-old, and two
sixteen-year-old twins. It is posted at free gay adult story sites for
adult entertainment only. Permission is not given to copy electronically
nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites
other than those described here. This is the thirty-third story in the
Brewster Boys special events and myths series. In Part Two we left Brett
with the dilemma of having to choose salvation for himself or one of his
brothers. Read now of his decision. Comments and your brother can be sent
to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Since we do not
know if the boys will survive this adventure, it would be best if you hold
any future story suggestions until we know the outcome of this tale.
THE BREWSTERS GO TO HELL
OR
SATAN MEETS THE BREWSTERS
(A Scarey Bedtime Story or An Uplifting Moral Story in six parts)
PART THREE: HAVING A DEVIL OF A TIME
Brett looked up at the fearsome Demon Prince, and then at his
brothers.
They quickly huddled and seconds later he turned to face the omnipotent
ruler of the underworld. Satan smiled at the speed with which a decision
had been made. Blood might be thicker than water, but when it came to
saving your skin, it was every man for himself, or every boy in this case.
"Neither," Brett announced.
"Neither?" Satan asked in surprise. "Explain yourself."
"I could never leave my brothers here, and I could never choose one
over another."
"You must."
"We all stay," Brett replied confidently as he shook his head. "If we
achieve all four tasks, then all four of us will leave togther, if we fail
at any one task, then we will all stay behind."
"You would give up one sure salvation and a chance to enter heaven for
the unlikelihood of achieving four and an eternity in hell?"
"Yes," the four brothers chorused.
Either these boys had developed a bonding the likes of which he hadn't
seen since the time of Job, or they were very foolish. Considering their
age and knowing how brothers squabbled, he suspected it was the latter and
smiled inwardly at their youthful confidence and stupidity. Their five
protagonists made no effort to hide their joy. Having moments ago been
lamenting the loss of one of their enemy and each secretly hoping it was
not their own special quarry, they were now elated at the impossibility of
the four children achieving every task the Lord of Hell would design.
"Very well, it is agreed," Satan said. "You realize you've just magnified
the odds greatly in my favour?"
"Yeah, we got one in sixteen chance of achieving all four," observed
Brett. He and Bobby being the math geniuses, his two other brothers didn't
question his calculation though all three wished he'd kept that bit of
information to himself.
"So since we're giving you a big advantage, it's only fair you do
something extra if we achieve all four tasks," Benny commented, always
ready to wheel and deal.
"I don't have to do anything," Satan replied. "It was your choice.
But despite the propaganda about me, I do play fair. Besides, you intrigue
me. What do you propose I do to see your raise in the stakes?"
"Before you let us go, you got to, well, get each of us off," Benny
said, glancing at his brothers for confirmation and getting eager nods from
each of them.
"Agreed, but when you fail, and you will, before I turn you over to
your eager captors, you will become my personal sex slaves and do whatever
I command, with whomever or perhaps I should say whatever I decide."
"Agreed," the boys chorused after looking at each other.
"Actually, from what I've read in your files, I suppose you would not
consider that a punishment," Satan observed wryly. "Not boys who have had
sex with a Sasquatch, and with boogeymen." The boys glanced at each other,
and then at Spook and George, who flushed a bright red in embarrassment and
in anger, which was difficult to discern in George's case given he was
already blood-red in colour. Satan was right. Being his sex slave was not
that discomforting. "You will think differently, I think, once you meet
some of the more interesting of my followers," he observed with a knowing
smile, causing the boys to glance at each other nervously. "But that will
be later," he continued. "For now, your second task is to prove to me your
reputation of being paradigms of boyhood sensuality. Show me that boys
raised in a Christian household by loving parents and of such wholesome
goodness as I can see in your hearts can satisfy the sexual lust of someone
who is pure evil."
"What's twenty cents of boyhood sensuality?" Bobby whispered to Benny.
"Fucked if I know," replied his older brother as he whispered back.
"Maybe he thinks we're just worth a pair of dimes."
"Oh yeah?" responded Bobby indignantly. "I'll show the bugger whose a
pair 'a dimes of boyhood sexuality."
Each of the five creatures who had a special interest in the
proceedings stood straighter in the hopes that he might be the one chosen
to test the boys, for each desired nothing more except of course to cause
the boys the most excruciating pain and greatest degradation imaginable
than to have hot, lustful sex with the boys. Each was also confident that
his evil would easily overcome the sweet, cloying goodness they could sense
in the four youths. To their disappointment Satan ignored them as he began
to stride across the Stygian plain with his long legs. The four boys had
to practically trot to keep up to him, making them look and feel like
little kids, which they found most embarrassing as they tried to appear not
to be running. Satan headed directly to one of the newer subdivisions of
hell, his domain constantly expanding with the continuous and growing
influx of new guests. With all the free manual labour at his disposal,
that was not a major problem.
The boys, still half dressed in their winter clothing, began to
perspire profusely both from the temperature of their environment and from
trotting to keep up with the horned demon. Devils and assorted grotesque
demons of the underworld paused in the administration of their tortures or
in their idle conversation to watch the party of ten stride by. Flaming
pits and bubbling geysers lined the wide avenue much as trees and potted
plants lined the commercial streets of any large metropolis, and vendors
stood beside their carts offering Satan's followers everything from plates
of crawling worms to snack on to buckets of maggots to immerge their
victim's heads in. The boys were gaping at the fearsome and most unusual
sights and when Satan suddenly stopped at a cave in a jagged ridge of black
volcanic rock laced with interlocking catacombs, the boys almost collided
with him. The inner walls of the cave glowed red and yellow from the
flickering flames of fires inside, and the place smelled of heat and hot
metal, and of oil and sulphur. A naked, winged boy sat on the backs of his
calves, his butt resting on his heels, at the entrance of the cave.
"Oh fuck," sighed Bobby as he looked at the youth, and his three
brothers sighed and shuddered with the same aching feeling.
The boy, who appeared to be about the twins' age, looked at him, and
then at Bobby's three brothers, with confident, heavy lidded eyes and an
arrogant curl to his lips that said he was lord and master over everything
and everyone that he saw. He was a handsome boy with exceptionally thick,
jet black, shaggy hair that swept over each side of his forehead to eclipse
the corners of his narrow eyebrows, covered the top half of his ears, and
tapered in the back to end in the hollow at the back of his neck. The
irises of his heavy-lidded eyes were of the darkest, richest brown, and a
crescent of dark shadow under the lower lids added to their sensuality. He
had a regal nose and chin, with high cheekbones and full, luscious lips.
His body was smooth and perfect, the muscles of his arms and chest just
beginning to develop that definition that comes with adolescence. The
flesh about his waist formed a double ripple of muscle above his sunken
navel. His hands were large and strong, and when he flexed his fingers,
the veins of his lower arms bulged. A small but thick patch of jet black,
curly hair formed a bush above his cock, which stood up erect and proud,
the skin pulled back to reveal a gorgeous, bulbous, slope-headed organ of
average length for a boy his age but with the thickness of an Italian
sausage. On his back, rising almost to the top of his head and the tips
extending down to the small of his back, were a pair of pure black, silky
raven wings.
Each boy felt the gorgeous teenager was looking directly at him with
those proud, confident eyes, assessing his evidently low worth and
reflecting a smoldering, natural lust that gave the demon teenager the
appearance of determining how this new arrival might best satisfy his
sexual desire. He exhaled slowly, sensually, a cloud of blue-grey smoke
flowing from between his parted lips, but he was holding no cigarette, and
the thin puff of smoke smelled not of tobacco, but of a sweetness not
unlike marijuana, and the muskiness of rich black earth.
"This is Lucifer," introduced Satan. The boy made no acknowledgement
of the statement nor the presence of the demon lord as he continued to
stare at the four boys with that smug, sensual look.
"I thought that was your name," Benny dared to respond, speaking in a
whisper as though if he'd spoken louder he'd have frightened the gorgeous
boy away.
"It is. Among many other names, some justified, others not. It is a
name many give their children in honour of me."
"So, this is, ah, well, your. . . ."
"Son? No," Satan replied with a smile. "Not of my flesh, but Lucifer
is descended many times over from two who served me well and closely in our
revolt against the tyranny that is in heaven." He looked at the boy
admiringly, as a godfather might look at a godson, or an uncle at a
favourite nephew. Screams echoed in the cave behind the boy, long, drawn
out screams of agony and pain. "Behind that entrance is Lucifer's pit,"
Satan continued, as if conducting a tour. "He particularly enjoys
punishing the vain and arrogant who find their way here, old men who on
earth let their bodies succumb to pleasures of food and sloth and who
longed to be young and to have bodies like his again but were too lazy to
make any effort to keep in shape, yet thought themselves still attractive
and sexy; teenage boys who preened for hours before their bedroom mirrors
and in the school washrooms, and who considered themselves God's gift to
teenage girls and better than their peers because they inherited the right
combination of genes; and fathers who puffed out their chests like peacocks
and squawked just as loudly and annoyingly about the accomplishments of
their sons and daughters."
"All guys," Benny commented observantly.
"Yes, Lucifer has a particular preference for those of his own sex,
whether as objects to be punished for his amusement, or as objects for his
pleasure and gratification."
"And our task is?" asked Bobby, daring to hope as his eyes focussed on
the teenager's thick, stiff cock.
"Prove to me your prowess in the sexual craft. Satiate Lucifer's lust
for the male flesh and you gain another step toward your freedom. Show me
that you are truly as skilled as others claim you are. Fail, and be
prepared to worship him as his concubines for all of eternity, or as guests
within to satisfy his other pleasure after I and my favourites tire of
you."
As if to accent Satan's meaning, a soul-rendering scream from inside
the cave reminded the four boys just what type of individual they were
confronted with. He was beyond doubt the sexiest boy they had ever met,
but they also sensed a cruelty like nothing they had ever before imagined.
Bobby slowly looked up from the thick, stiff cock of the powerfully sexed
teen and into his sensuous, arrogant eyes. "Piece of cake," he replied.
"Oh yeah," sighed his three brothers.
"You have a cockiness that is rare even among the most indignant of
the newly arrived," the boy said, speaking for the first time as he slowly
looked from one to the other. His voice bit with a haughtiness that the
boys knew well, and seduced with a sultriness that caused the four boys to
feel an ache in their loins that they also knew well despite the disdain
with which they were being held. "I like that. The greater the confidence
the greater the pleasure in seeing it broken. It will be a particular joy
to see the four of you grovelling on your knees in obeisance to me."
"Oh yeah? Well, you'll be the one dropping to your knees," Bobby
promised, "in obeisance to this." He had no idea what obeisance meant as
he stepped forward and jerked his thumb at the erect dicklet bulging out
his blue jeans, but the word seemed to fit.
"We should have a plan," Brett suggested with an urgency in his voice.
His kid brother had a habit of thinking with his balls instead of his
brain.
"Got one," said Bobby, stepping up to the teenage minion from hell,
his eyes on his thick cock.
"Why does that not surprise me?" asked Brent as he and his brothers
glanced at each other and quickly stepped forward.
As the four brothers surrounded the boy, who had not moved from his
position, they had no idea what they were going to do, but it would not be
the first time they'd had to think on their feet. Kneeling down on the
warm, smooth, basalt floor, Brent slipped his arms about the boy, awkwardly
in that he had limited experience embracing individuals with wings, and
gave him a long, tender kiss. His winter skin seemed pale against the
tanned flesh of the boy, and his long, flowing blond tresses and
effeminate, fine-boned features contrasted sharply with the sculptured,
dark-haired, dark-eyed youth. Their lips parted and Brent closed his eyes
as he embraced the boy more tightly and favoured him with a second long,
loving kiss that for any other gay boy would have had his cock jerking
madly with desire, but he had no effect on the stiff cock of the dark
angel.
"You kiss like a fem," the boy responded, staring into Brent's eyes
when their lips parted. Holding his gaze, he unbuttoned Brent's thick
cotton shirt and slipped it off. Leaving his sleeveless tank top on, he
slipped his arms about the blond youth "This is how a man kisses."
Taking Brent forcefully in his arms and drawing him tight against his
body, he firmly pressed his lips against Brent's. His lips were full and
hot and Brent's cock rose in his padded snow pants. The dark angel's
tongue pushed against the aroused boy's lips and Brent immediately parted
them, allowing the dominant teen to force his tongue between his lips and
into his mouth. Considering the force and passion with which he forced his
tongue into Brent's mouth, it was more like an oral rape than the tender
kissing Brent was more accustomed to, or even the passionate French kissing
he and Billy engaged in. As he felt the boy's hot, moist tongue sliding
over his own, exploring the inside of his mouth and then running along the
outer side of his teeth and between them and his cheek, his stiff cock
began to leak. His lover was going to be surprised when he tried this on
him when he got back home!
Stepping out of his winter boots and his padded snow pants and blue
jeans, Benny had the boy rise on his knees and then sat down behind him,
straddling his calves. Grasping his smooth hips, Benny pulled apart his
warm buns and ran his hot, moist tongue up the boy's crack and over his
pucker. To Benny's relief the boy kept himself clean and he was rewarded
with the natural saltiness of his body. Benny ran his tongue along the
boy's crack again, and then licked his sensitive pucker, doing what he
enjoyed the most and did the best. The dark angel readily opened his
sphincter and Benny just as readily slipped his tongue into the muscular
opening. Fastening his lips to the boy's asshole, he sucked in to create a
vacuum and wiggled his tongue, causing the boy to constrict his anus in
arousal. The dark angel might be an expert French kisser, but he had just
met an expert fourteen-year-old rimmer.
"Oh yeah," the dark boy breathed, "eat out my ass you shit-sucker.
You and your brothers are such fag wimps. The four of you were made to
serve a real man."
Benny fastened his lips to the boy's anus more tightly and sucked
deeply as he forced his tongue up the boy's rectum as far as he could. As
he suspected, the boy's dick jerked with arousal. If the boy liked it
rough and dirty, he could deliver. He sank in his cheeks, forcing his
spittle up the boy's musky hole, and as he did so the boy forced his lips
against Brent's with even more lust.
Brett, still in his thick plaid shirt, padded snow pants, and rubber
boots, squatted down beside the boy, and as his twin and the dark angel
French kissed and his kid brother sucked on the boy's asshole, he leaned
forward and licked the boy's nipples. His body was warm and salty, and
Brett left a trail of spittle as he ran his hot, moist tongue over one
nipple, and then across his smooth, muscular chest to the other nipple. He
ran the tip of his tongue around them just outside the areola, and then
circled in to lick the darker coloured flesh, and finally the protruding
buds. They quickly became firm.
From the boy's comments and the way he had kissed his twin brother,
and from his reaction to Benny's anal stimulation, Brett had deduced what
type of sex turned the boy on, and instead of gently sucking on his teats
and caressing his chest with his tongue as he would normally with another
boy, he brushed his lips against the raised nubs, sending ripples of
stimulation through the aroused flesh, and then nibbled on the erect little
buds, not sharply nor painfully, but gently using his teeth on them. He
was correct in his assessment, and the boy grimaced with pleasure and his
thick cock jerked with growing lust.
Bobby was an astute observer also, and seeing the direction Benny and
Brett had taken and the dark angel's reaction, he sat down on the stone
surface before the kneeling boy. Grasping his thighs, knowing that for
many just the touch of his small, hot hands was erotic, he leaned forward
and licked the boy's large, round balls. The salt from his sweat and the
earthy fragrance of his testicles caused Bobby's saliva to flow copiously,
and he eagerly swallowed his nut flavoured spittle as he pulled down his
fly and struggled with the top button of his blue jeans. He sucked on
first one nut and then the other, unable to take them both in his mouth,
and then extending his teeth, he gently but firmly clamped down on the
loose skin of the boy's ball sack and tugged on it, like a puppy dog
tugging on rag.
He nibbled on the boy's balls, and then running his tongue up the
thick shaft of his cock, he ran it over the bulbous, slope-headed knob,
delighting in its taste and delighting in the eroticism of licking cock.
He ran his hot, moist tongue along the rim of the demon boy's dickhead,
pleasuring it. He then gently scraped his teeth along the rim, causing a
combination of arousal and pain to stab the boy's engorged knob and causing
the boy to quiver and to actually groan with pleasure. His stiff cock
jerked again, this time more forcefully.
And so the boys attacked the demon teen, Benny sucking fiercely on his
ass and chewing on his pucker, Brett nibbling on his irritated teats,
grazing his front teeth across them forcefully enough to cause pain but not
that forcefully as to be seriously hurtful, Bobby similarly grazing his
dick head with his teeth and then running his hot, wet tongue over the
sensitive shaft, and Brent taking the offensive and sucking the boy's
tongue into his mouth and slipping his own inside the boy's to explore it
as eagerly and as roughly as the boy had explored his.
The lustful teenager's hot blood coursed through his veins and he
tightened his grasp about the effeminate blond sucking his face, causing
the veins in his forearms to bulge. His fingertips grew white, as did
Brent's pale, pink flesh, as he squeezed Brent's deltoids tightly in
response to the aggressive nibbling on his butthole. The fourteen-year-old
was a hungry little ass sucker and he opened and closed his sphincter with
arousal. Finding it impossible to keep still with the assault of the other
blond on his nipples, he gave in to pleasure and allowed the ripples of
sweet pain shooting through his irritated nubs to jerk his body about.
These sweet-looking, soft boys were designed to bring pleasure to the likes
of him, and it was his destiny to enjoy their oral obeisance to his power
and his beauty. As the youngest boy nibbled on his fraenum, the first of
his pre-cum oozed out of his thick cock. The boy knew how to deliver just
the right combination of that sweet pain.
The four Brewster boys were erect also, their hot bodies perspiring in
their winter clothes and flushed with arousal. Brent drew the naked
teenager to him, delighting in the strange and unique fragrance of his
breath, an intoxicating combination of sweetness and earthiness. As their
hot, moist tongues duelled, he felt his cock throbbing in his pants, the
tip damp with his own pre- cum. His twin bother was leaking also, his cock
and balls roasting in his boxer briefs under his jeans and his padded snow
pants. For each ripple of pained pleasure he sent through the dark angel's
irritated nipples a ripple of pleasure passed up his stiff teenage cock.
Benny's dick was also aching, and he wished he could pull off his pants and
ram his aching, throbbing bone up the boy's now spit-filled rectum, but he
knew he was fortunate he could not. If he did, he'd be blasting a load in
half a dozen stokes. Bobby wished he had such worries as he harassed the
boy's cock with his teeth, refraining from licking up the pre-cum now
oozing regularly from the slit.
Finally with a low, drawn out groan and a violent shudder, the dark
angel exploded, his thick, copious load shooting high into the air and
arching back down to the brimstone floor where it landed in thick puddles.
The boys almost expected it to sizzle, if not from the heat of the rock
upon which they were kneeling, then from its very demonic source. He
grasped Brent even more tightly as he shot his load, and Bobby had to stop
nibbling at his cock it jerked so erratically and violently. As the four
Brewster brothers drew back, the handsome, spent teenager sat back on his
calves and inhaled deeply with pleasure. It had been good, very good.
The four boys did not stop there. They were far from finished, and
although they desperately wanted to satisfy their own needs, they knew that
if they were going to succeed in this task, they had to see to their host's
needs first, and that was not totally a bad thing. Brent slipped behind
the boy, replacing Benny, and slipping his hot hands under the boy's buns,
slowly raised him to a kneeling position once again. He had, however, no
intention of rimming the dark-haired boy. Kneeling behind him, his knees
protected with his padded snow pants, he pressed his middle finger against
the boy's pucker. The dark angel readily relaxed and opened his sphincter,
allowing the blond youth to slip his finger up his spittle slick and
loosened hole. The boy's task was to please him, and sticking his finger
up his ass was certainly a way to do it.
As he felt the boy's digit sink up his hole, Lucifer wondered where these
strangely garbed boys had come from, and what he had done to deserve such
an unexpected gift.
Kicking off his boots, Brett sat down in front of the boy in his
double socks and began to pinch and scratch his now loosened balls. He was
the same age as he and his twin, give or take a year, and like any horny
and healthy teenager, recovered quickly. His balls were not as low hung as
Brett's, but were larger, being more the size apricots, and, Brett figured,
probably tasting just as sweet, though he knew what the boy needed was
stroking of his fingertips to puff them up, and the gentle pain of his
fingernails to keep them from contracting too soon.
As Brett pinched the randy teenager's balls, Bobby pushed down his
painfully restricting blue jeans and gave his aching cocklet a squeeze and
a couple quick tugs before pushing off his jeans and bunching them up to
kneel on. He ran his hot fingertips along the boy's warm, smooth body,
delighting in the feel of his smooth skin and hot flesh, and then began to
tease his nipples. He began by running a finger around the outside of the
dark areola, and then ever so slowly circling in tighter and tighter
circles until he was caressing them with his fingertips. The boy's nipples
quickly filled and protruded, but instead of continuing on to caress them,
Bobby began to widen the circle, working away from them, and then
returning, but never touching them.
Benny had meanwhile begun to fondle the boy's cock, gently stroking
the now flaccid organ. It began to swell as he caressed the spongy bulb
with the tip of his index finger, stroking the two hemispheres with a
feather-light touch and teasingly sweeping out toward the sensitive rim but
never touching it. Occasionally he allowed a fingernail to scratch lightly
over the bulbous knob, causing the boy's cock to retract in response to the
pain, only to once again stroke and caress it gently, bringing it back up.
The boy did nothing as the four brothers stroked and caressed his
body.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the multiple pleasures they were
creating, and the multiple little pains. They were minor but added to his
arousal, and as Brent poked his finger up his hole, he imagined a dozen
delightful objects he'd use to probe the hot, effeminate teenager's rectum
once the blond youth was his to play with. As his twin scratched at his
scrotum, Lucifer imagined the boy hung from his thumbs with his toes barely
touching the ground and twisting with the exquisite torture of having fine
needles piercing the loose skin of his ball sac, and with the promise of
more exquisite tortures of his nuts to follow.
A similar scene flashed through his mind as he grimaced with the sweet
pain cutting through his teats as Bobby finally began to caress his aroused
nipples. He would take great joy seeing this youngest of the brothers
spread out on his back spread eagled and exposed to his tortures. He would
see just how cocky the youngster was as he raked a wire brush across his
young, smooth chest and over those delicious little nipples, or perhaps
dropped hot wax on the knob of the dicklet he could see tenting out the
boy's tight white briefs. That would only be the beginning of much more
painful drawn-out tortures.
As for the dark-haired fourteen-year-old now harassing his stiff cock,
he would reward his rimming by piercing his tongue with a dozen studs,
without the comfort of an anaesthetic, and when the boy next sucked on his
hole he'd make sure there was something up his rectum to amply reward him
also. Looking down at the smooth cheeked youngster, he imagined spiking
his hair with something other than gel, giving it some light brown lights
instead of gold. He would see how the clean-cut, fresh faced youngster
would like that.
With perverse thoughts of torturing the four boys currently pleasuring
him, combined with the sweet pain the boys were sending through his
irritated flesh, the young devil in training once again allowed himself to
succumb to the boys' efforts. He was, after all, the seeker of sexual
delights, and they were there to please him. They were skilled at that, he
had to admit, and it was their skill and their natural beauty that won him
over, but there was no harm in that. Their job was to satiate him, and as
skilled and as delightful as they were, there was little chance of that
ever happening. He was descended from the mightiest and most fearful demon
lords in hell, close companions and supporters of Satan himself right from
the beginning. Effeminate stud muffins such as these four could never
satiate one such as him.
They were trying their best, and for the Brewster boys, their best was
more than many men would deliver in their lives. Brent was now
purposefully massaging Lucifer's prostate with a vengeance, rubbing the
swollen organ with the tip of his middle finger over and over and sending
ripples of erotic pleasure through his groin and up his aching and once
again leaking cock. Brett was now alternately stroking and snapping the
fingertip of his index finger against the boy's swollen balls, sending
first pleasure and then pain through the swollen, sensitive testicles.
Bobby was similarly snapping his fingers now against the boy's swollen and
irritated nipples, sending shocks of sweet pain through them and causing
his cock to ooze with pre-cum.
The boy's older brother was by then slapping his cock head around with
the palm of his hand, batting it to and fro and sending ripples of that
unique combination of pleasure and pain through the engorged knob.
Once again the teenage demon threw back his head and groaned loudly
with the intense pleasure of climax, and once again his thick organ jerked
in the air as it spewed out his thick, hot seed. Once again his cum arched
through the air as his swollen nuts contracted below his throbbing, jerking
cock and fell in creamy puddles on the hot brimstone floor. Once again the
boy panted and snorted with the exquisite pleasure of ejaculation brought
about by the four boys destiny had brought to serve him, and whom he looked
forward to having as his concubines for all eternity.
Knowing that if they were going to satiate the boy they could not
relent, and unable to resist satisfying their own needs, the boys again
switched places. Brett chucked his heavy winter clothes and his Marky-Mark
boxer-briefs, and kneeling behind the dark-haired, winged boy who was still
on his knees, he wedged the knob of his stiff cock against the boy's
butthole. His sphincter loosed by Brent's vigorous finger fucking and
filled with Benny's spittle was ready to be penetrated, and the dark demon
boy pushed out as Brett pushed in. Both boys inhaled deeply as they
united, one with the pleasure of having his stiff, aching dick surrounded
by hot, moist flesh, and the other with the pleasure of having his aching
hole plugged with a long, stiff boy cock.
Brent similarly drew off his tank top and Lucifer felt a tremor run
through his limp cock at the sight of the boy's pierced nipple and he
thought of the joy he would have piercing the other. Chucking his winter
snow pants and jeans, he stood seductively before the devil boy in his
tight black Calvin Kleins, the pocket bulging out with his arousal. He
drew them down slowly and seductively, and his rigid cock, now almost
six-and-a-half inches long, stood up tall and proud with its foreskin ring.
Lucifer ached with the sight of the boy's gorgeous cock and imagined a
dozen different piercings that could, and would, decorate it once the boy
was his. Wearing now only his socks, a pair of nylon ones under his thick
woollen ones, Brent stepped forward. He looked down at the dark demon on
his knees as he pressed down on the base of his stiff cock.
Slipping off his shirt and pushing down and stepping out of his navy
blue briefs, Benny knelt in front of the boy with his older brother
standing to his right, and lining his slender but rock hard cock up along
side the older teenager's thicker and longer organ, he wrapped the fingers
of his right hand about the base of the boy's dick and his knob, and the
fingers of his left hand in front of the first so he was grasping his own
cock near the base and the boy's dickhead. He squeezed tightly, pressing
their cock flesh together.
Bobby quicky stripped off the remainder of his clothes, his shirt,
socks and tight white briefs, and the naked cherub stood on the boy's left.
Stepping forward, he rubbed his little cocklet against the boy's ribs and
then along the sensitive skin above them.
The older teenager glanced down at the stiff little cocklet, and he
recalled a time when he was so young and his cock itched as fierce.
Wrapping his arms about Lucifer's waist, Brett began to pump his hips
to and fro, easing his stiff cock in and out of the boy's ass. The blond
teenager closed his eyes and savoured the delightful pleasure fucking
brought, and as the demon boy worked his ass muscles in time with his
thrusts, he savoured the delightful pleasure of having sex with another
boy.
The ripples of stimulation assaulting his dickhead and the pleasure of
working toward a climax together combined in a rush like no other
experience could equal.
Brent had meanwhile stepped up to the boy on his right and Lucifer had
readily opened his mouth and slipped his lips over the organ identical to
the one shoved up his ass, identical except for the additional adornment.
He slipped his lips just over the knob and ran the tip of his tongue over
the boy's glans, savouring the taste and texture of his boy cock. He
allowed his saliva to collect and base the boy's dickhead, and then he
swallowed it and closed his sensuous eyes with the delightful taste. He
ran his tongue over the knob again, and finding the boy's foreskin ring, he
ran his tongue around it, flipping it over and toying with it. Brent
reached out and ran his fingers through the boy's thick, shaggy hair, and
he closed his eyes and savoured the delight of having another boy suck his
organ.
Benny, kneeling in front of the older boy, began cock fucking.
Grasping their two organs with both of his hands, he drew his hips back,
sliding his smaller, thinner cock along the side of the boy's longer,
thicker organ until his knob and the boy's knob brushed against each other.
Still grasping both of their cocks, he eased his hips forward again,
sliding his sensitive knob along the shaft of the older boy's dick while at
the same time sliding the shaft of his dick along the boy's bulbous knob.
As their cocks slid over each other, the two boys felt their balls slowly
begin to draw up under their shafts.
Bobby had meanwhile slipped the tip of his slender boy dick under the
boy's left arm, finding his nest of soft, silky pit hairs and a hot, sweaty
cavity. The boy had immediately clamped his arm down tightly, pinning the
youngster's little cocklet, and Bobby had happily begun to gyrate his hips,
working his skin-encased dickhead in and out of the boy's armpit. He
grasped the older boy's shoulder as he twisted his slim, naked body, his
dark brown eyes gleaming with arousal and his lips curled in delight as the
familiar ripples of arousal pierced his tender knob.
Their bodies flushed from the heat of their winter clothing and the
unusual heat of their surroundings and their strenuous activity, the four
brothers began to perspire even more profusely than before, their sweat
beading on their foreheads and running down in tiny, salty rivulets from
the salt springs under their arms and trickling down over their smooth
chests and along their butt cracks. The four boys began to breathe deeply
as they worked their hips to and fro and as they felt their arousal growing
stronger and stronger. Lucifer, attacked on all sides by hot, horny, young
boys and penetrated in all directions by hot, throbbing, boy cock was
perspiring profusely too, his sweat trickling down over his smooth,
muscular chest and along his sides.
Ramming his cock in and out of the horny youth's asshole, Brett
pressed his hot sweaty body against the boy's silky raven wings as he
pushed forward, and grasped the boy's waist tightly as he drew his aching
cock out, only to ram it in again. His dick head was itching furiously and
he rammed his stiff cock in and out of the willing and pulsating hole
eagerly, in part because he'd gone so long without shooting a load, and in
part because of the attractiveness of the dark- headed boy he was humping.
Brent ran his fingers through the boy's shaggy hair and closed his
eyes in ecstasy as the boy slipped his lips up and down his shaft from tip
to base. Never before had he been deep- throated and he could not believe
the pleasure as the horny sloe-eyed youth went down on his slender boy cock
and it slipped into the hungry youth's throat, and then eased back out as
the boy slipped his lips back up along his shaft to just below his itching
dickhead.
Brent knew no greater pleasure than being penetrated by his lover back on
the surface, but this was certainly a close second. He trembled and gasped
as he felt the demon boy sucking on his dickmeat hungrily and further
arousing him by stroking the inside of his thighs.
Benny was meanwhile thrusting his hips like a madman. Having slipped
his dick now under the older boy's larger cock, he was working the
sensitive rim of his knob along the shaft of the boy's solid bone from near
the base to the sensitive ribbon of skin connecting his foreskin to the
underside of his knob. Each time he drew his dick back and his
blood-engorged knob rubbed against the boy's fraenum the older boy trembled
and lurched, and as he felt his climax approaching Benny worked his hips
even more furiously.
Bobby was trembling with his approaching climax also as he furiously
fucked the boy's hot, silky armpit. He drew his hips back barely an inch
and thrust them forward as he rabbit fucked the boy's underarm, his tiny
cocklet throbbing hotly and the dickhead growing itchier and itchier as he
felt his climax building up in his loins. The twelve-year-old slipped his
tongue out from between his pressed lips as he concentrated on the
delightful pleasure throbbing through his dicklet.
The warm, sulfurous air was filled with the pungent aroma of boy sweat
as the five boys gasped and panted and snorted, Benny, Brett, and Bobby now
all thrusting their hips back and forth as rapidly as they could and Brent
fighting the impulse to ram his cock down the throat of the dark-winged boy
they were pleasing. Lucifer sucked deeply on the young, blond-engorged
cock as he worked his lips up and down the throbbing shaft, knowing that in
any second the sixteen-year-old youth would be shooting his seed down his
throat. He also knew that the identical youth behind him would be shooting
his seed into his body any time now too, shooting deep up his rectum, and
that the two blond boys' younger brother would soon be shooting his. He
would also as he felt the pressure rapidly building in his groin, and he
knew the preteen fucking his armpit was close to reaching his own dry
climax.
At last the five boys came, Brett grasping Lucifer's smooth firm buns
as he thrust forward and shot his teenage cum up the boy's hot rectum, and
Brent grasping the boy's head and entangling his fingers in the boy's
shaggy hair as he shot out his seed, filling the boy's mouth with his
creamy load. Benny and Lucifer came together, the dark-eyed older boy's
seed blasting out of his thick cock and spraying the younger boy's stomach
as the younger boy's cock fired a load at the teen devil's tight balls.
Lucifer's creamy load flowed over Benny's stomach and down around the base
of his cock, running in thick rivulets over the boy's tight round nuts and
down along his smooth leg. Benny's cum, at the same time, coated the older
boy's tightly contracted balls and flooded down along both thighs. Bobby
meanwhile threw back his head and cried out as his dry orgasm raked through
his groin and his little dicklet throbbed hotly as his balls tried to pump
out seed that was not yet there.
One would think that after such a violent orgasm the five boys would
have had enough, but the Brewster brothers, having come only once
themselves, did not miss a beat as they rotated again, their cocks still
stiff and three of them with cum dangling from the tips in long, thin
streamers. They were randy like they had never been before, the sexuality
of the sloe-eyed winged boy infecting them with a burning, insatiable
desire of their own. This time laying the shaggy-haired demon boy flat on
his back, the two younger boys straddled him facing each other, Benny
straddling his chest with his backside above the boy's face and Bobby
straddling his waist with his backside in front of the boy's still erect
cock. Brent and Brett lay down on either side in reverse to the prostrate
boy.
Raising themselves on their elbows the twins began to lick the inner
side of the youth's sensitive thighs, at the same time raising their hips
and rubbing their stiff, wet-tipped cocks over his smooth chest and across
his nipples. Benny crouched down lower and the boy, who on occasion in the
past had driven teenagers and grown men mad with hours of constant rimming,
eagerly stuck out his tongue and ran it along the randy fourteen-year-old's
crack. Bobby, meanwhile, backed down on the boy's thick, hot cock.
And so the five boys sought to satisfy their lusts and the itch about
their dickheads still another time. Brent and Brett licked the prone
youth's sensitive thighs, sending ripples of arousal through them and up
his stiff cock as they rubbed their own stiff cocks against the boy's
irritated nipples. Shocks of sweet pain ripped through the boy's sensitive
buds as that same sweet pain ripped through their blood-engorged knobs,
their foreskins having stretched back off their glans with their arousal.
As Brent's foreskin ring struck Lucifer's nipple the winged boy quivered
with arousal, and at the same time as the ring caught on his nipple and
tugged on Brent's prepuce the sixteen-year-old blond shivered with the
delight passing through his glans.
Having bent Benny's dick down between his legs, Lucifer had slipped
his lips about the aching organ and eased his mouth up the shaft until his
lips were gripping the boy's dick at the base. He lay there now sucking
hard on the boy's swollen boy cock like a thirst-driven baby sucking on his
mother's teat, and the cream the boy knew he'd draw out was to him just as
delicious. He ran his long, red tongue over Benny's knob, delighting in
the taste of his boy cock and in the arousal he knew that was rippling
through the glans.
The same pleasure was rippling through the dark angel's knob as the
youngest of the Brewsters rode his hot cock. The twelve-year-old flexed
his leg muscles, pulling his body up and causing Lucifer's stiff dick to
slide out of the boy's ass, and as it began to stretch apart his sphincter,
the boy relaxed his leg muscles and eased back, causing Lucifer's dick to
reenter his body. The boy's hole was hot and moist, and the boy worked his
sphincter in time with his motions, tightening about the older boy's cock
as he drew up and relaxing as he sank back down.
The five boys worked together toward that goal that they all desired,
that delightful pleasure that seized control of their bodies and caused
them to jerk and spasm like puppets on a string, that ultimate pleasure
that seized control of their minds and drove them madly to its completion.
Lucifer lay there totally at their pleasure, and deriving total pleasure
from them. His nipples burned with arousal as Brent and Brett rapidly
prodded them with their irritated dickheads, his cock itched and throbbed
as Bobby slid up and down its length, and he worked his lips up and down
the throbbing boy dick in his mouth. Faster and faster the five worked
until once again they climaxed.
Bobby was the first and he quivered violently as he reached his second
dry orgasm, the massaging of his prostate having driven him to that
ultimate summit, and as he gasped and panted with the pleasure, he felt the
unmistakable warmth of Lucifer's ejaculate flood up his rectum. As the
demon teenager trembled with his fourth ejaculation, he was rewarded with a
mouthful of hot, teen cum as Benny shot his load, and he felt jets of hot,
wet cum streak across his chest as the twins came, spraying his smooth
chest and his burning nipples with their teenage cum.
Lucifer closed his eyes and floated in that blissful world that
follows one's climax, relishing the warm bliss that had enveloped his body
and the release of the tension that had built up in his loins. His chest
rose and fell and he sucked in the warm cum-scented air, delighting in the
earthy fragrance. A fingertip ran over his body lazily, spreading the
still warm cum on his chest. Another fingertip joined it, smearing the
streaks of fresh boy cream over his smooth body. The first finger ran
through the goblet of cum clinging to his left nipple, spreading out the
puddle, and his nipple quivered and smarted with the touch. The other
finger flicked up a glob of the creamy lotion and deposited it in his belly
button where it was swirled.
Too spent to open his eyes he lay there and let the two boys play in
the puddles of cum as he felt a third hand reach under his balls and begin
to stroke the sensitive chord that extended from his balls to his anus. A
fourth hand, a small, hot hand, picked up his limp dick and stretched his
foreskin collar back along the shaft. The warm air caressed the exposed,
sensitive skin and he lazily licked his lips, tasting the boycock on them.
A dribble of cum extended from the corner of his mouth down around his
chin.
Brent and Brett gently and carefully smeared their creamy load over
the boy's smooth, tanned body as Benny continued to stroke the sensitive
skin running between the boy's legs and Bobby began to draw his foreskin up
and down his sticky cock. Lucifer's chest rose and fell in a regular
rhythm as he lay there and enjoyed the attention of his adorers, and his
cock slowly began to fill. The four brothers caressed him slowly and
gently as if toying with a sleeping dragon, and as he parted his lips and
sighed, they glanced at each other and grinned. For the fifth time his
cock rose, and Bobby slowly and methodically began to milk the boy. He
grunted and strained and sweated and openly moaned with the pleasure until
for the fifth time his nuts contracted and he shot, his thick seed spraying
his heaving chest. His soft, feathery wings quivered as he sighed in
ecstasy, his body drenched in sweat and streaked with cum, his chocolate
brown eyes heavy- lidded and dazed.
Satan was clearly aroused from the semierect stance of his humongous
cock, but inwardly he was also disturbed. There was no question that
Lucifer was satiated. The Demon Prince had not expected the boys to pass
one never mind two of the four tests. Although the odds were still heavily
in his favour, the boys needing to win two more challenges and he needing
to win only one, he began to think more desperately for a harder challenge.
Although he did not show his concern, having learned to conceal his
emotions long ago, the boys were astute observers of human, and nonhuman,
nature. They glanced at each other and stole overt grins and exchanged
secret winks. With two down and two to go, the boys were undaunted.
Their five hopeful torturers, knowing the Lord of the Underworld well,
also grinned, amused by the boys' ignorance and innocence. Their master
had dared to defy God Himself, and had toyed with His Son. These boys
would rue the day they had dared to accept a pact with him. Their trial
was only half over, and having succeeded in the first two trials, it was
highly unlikely they'd be able to succeed in the next. Lucifer was not so
certain.
They remained there for the longest time, the boys slowly recuperating
and Satan pondering the situation. He finally stood and beckoned his
closest followers, who had heard of the trial of these strange four boys
and had been gathering to watch their master in his glory, to come near,
Satan whispered something in their ears. They immediately paired up, one
on each side of the four boys, and grabbing the four brothers by the arms,
they flew up into the air and across the expanse of hell behind their
leader.
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Where are the boys being taken? What task does Satan have in mind for them
now? How can they possibly succeed in meeting still two more challenges?
For the answer to these and other questions, watch for Part Four next week.