Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 03:13:06
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Go To Hell - Part 4"

Caution/Welcome.  This is Part Four 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.
  Part three concluded with a pair of demons picking up each of the
Brewster boys and flying off behind their angry leader to parts unknown and
a new challenge. Comments, prayers and monetary donations to finance a
rescue team to save the Brewster brothers 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 FOUR: SATISFACTION DENIED

     Flying over the expanses of hell, following the river of fire of the
ancient Underworld, the Phlegethon, they arrived at long last in one of the
older and deeper regions of the demon world, Tartarus, one of Satan's
favourite places where he liked to come to relax, and where he came when he
had some weighty problem to ponder.  One of the two beasts guarding the
entrance, a giant, hairy man with the head and genitals of a bull, opened
the huge iron gates, and as Satan stepped inside he motioned for the four
brothers to follow him.  Bobby, transfixed by the huge swaying dick and
balls of the beast, had to be grabbed by the arm and dragged inside by one
of the twins.  The beast slammed the gates shut behind them, leaving the
others behind.  Satan had grown tired of the five minions who'd been the
cause of all this, and had enough of the crowd of curious onlookers.
     "Oh maaaannnnn, what was that thing?" asked Bobby, glancing behind him
as they continued walking.
     "That's the Minotaur," responded Satan.  "He was the offspring of
Pasiphae and the white bull that Poseidon sent her husband and made his
wife fall in love with when her husband refused to sacrifice it."
     "Some guy's wife did it with a bull and got knocked up?" asked Bobby,
his eyes growing wide.  "And gave birth to that?"
     "Yes," observed Satan.  "When it was killed, I put it in charge of
guarding the gates to Tartarus, besides giving it other amusements," he
added suggestively as he looked at the twelve- year-old boy.
     Bobby pictured a naked, big-boobed woman and a large white bull
getting it on in a field, and then some other possible amusements the
Minotaur might enjoy that a naked twelve-year-old could provide.  His
little dick began to rise, something which his brothers and Satan could not
fail to notice.  Benny shook his head.  His kid brother was incorrigible.
Mind you, his own dick had begun to swell as he'd thought of the Minotaur
also.  As they continued walking along, the boys spotted an elderly but
muscular man rolling a large stone up a very steep hill.
     "Oh, oh, oh fuck, I know who that is!" cried Bobby.  "That's Sisyphus.
He was punished by Zeus by having to roll that stone up the hill only to
have it roll back down again.  Oh fuck, he's real!"
     "Yes, he is real," observed Satan, stepping aside as a large wheel
with a man chained spread-eagled to the rim rolled toward them.
     "Oh fuck, I know who that is too!" cried Bobby.  "That's Ixioin!"
     "Very good," observed Satan, clearly pleased.  He was disappointed but
not surprised by the large number of souls who arrived at his domain and
had no knowledge about the history of the world, and especially the history
of the battle between good and evil.  "Where did you learn of these men?"
     "In school," Bobby replied.  Bobby was not all that keen about
learning history, but he had taken a particular interest in Ancient Greece
back when he was in grade five after he'd learned they practised physical
education in the nude.  He had even wanted to become a Greek citizen until
he was informed by his brothers that the practice had been discontinued
long ago.
     "Did they tell you why these men are being punished?"
     "No," said Bobby, thinking for a moment and surprised that they hadn't
ever mentioned it, and even more surprised that he hadn't noticed.
     "Sisyphus tried to cheat Death.  First he tied him up so nobody could
die, and then when he had to release him, he told his wife not to perform
his burial ceremonies so he could return to Earth, supposedly to punish
her, but instead he returned and continued living until he died of old age.
So because he tried to cheat Death he was condemned to spend eternity here,
and made to roll that stone repeated up to the summit only to have it roll
back to remind him of the futility of his actions on earth, for nobody can
cheat Death."  Satan turned and looked at the wheel rolling down the
pathway.  "Ixioin's sin is much simpler. He is being punished because he
tried to seduce Hera, Zeus's wife."
     Bobby looked at Benny.  "Fuck," Benny mouthed.
     "Oh," Bobby mouthed back.
     "That was after Zeus deceived him by creating a cloud to look like
Hera, which resulted in him siring the centaurs."
     Bobby looked at Benny again. "Siring?" he mouthed.
     "Being the father of," Benny whispered.
     The boys thought about that for a moment, and then as one turned to
Satan.  "You mean, well, like, you know, he did it with a cloud?" Bobby
asked incredulously as he wrinkled his forehead.
     "Yes."
     "Wicked!" the four boys chorused, each trying to imagine what that
would be like.  Not only had he done it, but he'd gotten the cloud pregnant
besides!
     Bulls, clouds, Bobby was beginning to wonder if Brett could cast a
spell that would take him back to Ancient Greece as they continued to
follow Satan.  Arriving at a deep pond, they spotted a man up to his neck
in the water with a grapevine directly above his head.  "I know him too,"
observed Bobby.  "That is Tantalus.  And I know why he's being punished,"
proudly looking up at Satan much as any pupil would look up at his teacher
when he had an answer.  "It's for stealing the nectar of the gods and
serving it to his own guests, and then chopping up his own son and boiling
him and serving him to the gods."
     "Yes, two drastic mistakes for him, though in the end it worked out
well for Pelops, at least until he killed Myrtilos," Satan observed,
thinking back fondly to the good old days when gods had a much more
involved role with mortals.
     "Worked out well for who?" Bobby asked.
     "Pelops.  His son."
     "It worked out well, being boiled up for supper?"
     "The gods knew what Tantalus had done, so they did not eat the boiled
meat, except poor Demeter who was distraught because her daughter
Persephone had been abducted and didn't realize what she was doing.  So the
gods put the pieces back in the pot and when they pulled him out, Pelops
was restored and was even more beautiful than he was originally, except
they had to make an ivory shoulder for him since that was what Demeter had
eaten.  He was so beautiful Poseidon fell in love with him and took him to
Olympus to live with him and gifted him with a winged chariot."
     "Poseidon was a guy god, wasn't he?" asked Benny.
     "Yes."
     "And he fell in love with Pelops, a guy boy."
     "Yes."
     "Oh maaaannnnn!  They didn't tell us that part in school," observed
Bobby.
     "Yeah, they always leave out the good parts," agreed Benny.
     "Yeah, and they never mention nothing about anybody being gay.  You'd
think every important person in the whole fucking world was straight,"
observed Brent.
     "Yeah, if it wasn't for Benny, we would never have known some of the
famous people we learned about in school were gay," said Brent with
admiration as he glanced at his younger brother.
     "Yeah, guys like King James of England and Michaelangelo.  Even
Alexander the Great did it with guys, though he did it with women too,"
Bobby observed, recalling some of the information Benny had shared with him
and his brothers.
     "So," said Benny.  "This Persephone, she was abducted. . . ."
     "Because Hades was in love with her."
     "Geez, more sex," observed Bobby.
     "The Greek gods lived very active, sexual lives," observed Satan,
"with each other, with mortals, sometimes as themselves, sometimes
disguised as animals."
     "Yeah?" observed Benny, always eager to add to his knowledge of sexual
lore.  "You and me gotta talk before I leave."
     Satan smiled.  One of the many things that brought him enjoyment was
observing the budding sexuality and sexual curiosity of teenage boys,
something he was often accused of being the cause of but for which he could
not take credit.  He was not the one who made man in His image.
     Benny's comment about leaving had not gone by unnoticed either.
"Speaking of leaving," Satan said, "I have decided on your next task."  He
turned and looked at the man in the lake. "I still find Tantalus's
punishment entertaining after all these years, and admire the ancients for
their ingenuity."  Satan turned and looked at the four brothers.  "So show
me your ingenuity.  Find another punishment for this thief and murderer,
something in keeping with the intent of the punishment set out by the
Olympian gods, and something that will amuse me."
     The boys huddled.
     "So, tell us about this Tantalus," Brett began, looking at his kid
brother.
     "Well, like, he was a King, and really liked by the gods, who invited
him to their banquets and stuff," explained Bobby.  "But he took advantage
of being like you know one of their favourites and stole their nectar,
because it was supposed to give you the strength of the gods and eternal
life, which he wanted.  When the gods didn't notice, he thought they was
stupid so he thought he'd test them, so like you know, he boiled up his son
as a pot roast.  Like Satan said they'd caught on so they didn't eat him,
except that one goddess, and they sent him to Tartarus with the punishment
that when he reaches for the grapes the vines rise, and when he bends down
to drink, the lake lowers."
     "So what he wanted was strength and eternal life, and what his sins
got him was an afterlife of an eternity of hunger and thirst," Brett
observed analytically.
     "Right," said Bobby.
     "So the punishment we got to think up is to offer him something that
he wants, but in a way that he can never have it," observed Brett.
     "Right," his brothers agreed, admiring their brother's skills of
logical thinking.
     "And it has to be something that is going to entertain Satan," he
continued.
     "The head punisher of all sinners," added Brent.
     "Oh maaaannnn, this is going to be impossible," observed Bobby.
     "It's easy," replied Benny.
     "What?" his three brothers asked, their eyes growing wide as they
looked at him.
     "The answer is obvious," Benny observed.
     "It is?"
     "What is it that we like most of all?"
     "Well, Brent likes Billy most of all," Bobby offered.
     "And Brett likes Cam."
     "And Brett and Brent love to eat."
     "And you like building models and fart jokes," Bobby said, looking at
Benny.
     "Bobby and Brett like science," offered Brent.
     "Bobby loves cock."
     "Oh yeah," Bobby sighed.
     "What we all like!" interrupted Benny, his voice tense with
exasperation that his brothers didn't see what was as plain as the noses on
their faces.
     "Mom and Dad," his three brothers chorused.
     "Besides that.  What do we all like DOING?  Every day?"
     "Oh!" his three brothers said, their faces brightening up with wide
grins.
     Having the Greek king brought out of the water, they instructed that
he be brought to a large myrtle tree where they spread his arms out and
tied them to the branches and spread out his legs and tied them to a couple
low ground shrubs.  It being Benny's idea, he was given the reward of being
the first to start the new punishment.  Taking the man's tiny, limp dick,
which was shrivelled up even smaller than their baby brothers' from being
submerged in the water for over two millennia, Benny began to fondle it.
Of course having had nobody touch him there for over two thousand years, he
immediately began to get hard.  As a mortal he'd lead a healthy, active sex
life as his wife would attest, and being an ancient Greek, having his cock
fondled and caressed by a fourteen-year-old boy was not only common place,
but expected for a man of his position.
     So, as the tortured king looked down at the handsome, naked,
dark-haired, hazel-eyed youth gently caressing his cock, almost as if he
was worshipping it, it was no surprise that he became erect quickly,
transforming what had been a wrinkled up little sausage to an impressive,
thickly veined, throbbing man cock.  Benny grasped the base and squeezed
tightly and looked up at the man.  Tantalus smiled down at the bright-eyed
youth.  Although he would have preferred a woman to be giving him this, the
first pleasure he'd felt in over two thousand years, a handsome, eager
youth was not a bad second choice.
     Benny loosed his grasp slightly and began to work his hand slowly up
and down the thick, veined shaft, sliding his hand up to almost the
sensitive area under the king's foreskin-encased knob, and then sliding it
back down to the man's large, hairy balls.  He was careful not to work the
man's thick foreskin over his glans, knowing that to irritate the sensitive
rim would bring the man off in seconds after all this time.  He worked in
slow motion, pausing frequently, gaging the man's response to ensure that
he made the pleasure last.
     Tantalus could not believe the intensity of the pleasure.  It had been
over two thousand years since he'd had an erection, so long ago that he'd
forgotten how great it felt to have one's manhood engorged with hot,
pulsating blood.  It had been just as long since he'd had any form of
pleasure, and he did not know why the gods after all this time had given
him a reprieve, but he was grateful that they had, and that he was
evidently back in their favour with the gift of such a beautiful and
talented boy, at least talented in the act he was performing.  He closed
his eyes and savoured the delight of a hot, throbbing cock between his
legs, and the immense pleasure of the gradually building pressure in his
loins.  Considering it had been so long since he'd felt that pleasure, and
the circumstances under which he was now enjoying it, it was not that long
before he was ready to shoot.
     Benny had been right regarding the pleasure he and his brothers got
out of this act of course.  They thoroughly enjoyed having a hot jerking
off session, alone or together, and they'd been having such sessions almost
nightly over the past six years.  Even though he'd now been coming for a
year-and-a-half, Benny was still totally fascinated by the whole process,
from how a guy could get his cock stiff by stroking his dick or other parts
of his body, to how he could bring pleasure to his stiff pole in so many
ways, and to how awesome it felt as a guy was about to shoot.
Www.jackinworld.com was still his most favourite web site and he knew
exactly what stage the man he was jacking off was at at all times.
     Releasing his hold, he sat back and looked up at the flushed king.
The man at first thought this was only another delaying tactic to prolong
his pleasure and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, but when Benny
made no effort to resume his stroking, he slowly realized that the boy had
no intention of doing so, and that this was not a reprieve, but a whole new
punishment.  He hung there looking at dismay at the hot, good-looking
fourteen-year-old, a mixture of intense pleasure and of agony sweeping over
his body.  Slowly, the blood drained from his aroused organ and it began to
droop.
     Brett was next.  As the teenager slowly stood Tantalus gazed upon the
boy with wonder and delight.  At sixteen his body was still smooth and
softly contoured, but beginning to develop the firmness and definition that
came with manhood, features that the best sculptors of the land tried to
create in their statues of athletes and young men of beauty.  His face was
fair, and he had the most gorgeous flowing blond locks the ancient king had
ever seen.  The bush of hairs at his crotch were the same delicate colour,
and he had a long, impressive organ that many grown men would have envied.
The boy had to have been created by the gods for their pleasure, or, he
thought after a moment, for his torture.
     Brett stepped up beside the fallen king, and with a large smile and a
sympathetic look, a look that he'd perfected after years of delivering the
Brewster brand of punishment to assorted bullies and other deserving
individuals, men and boys, he placed his hands on the man's hairy chest.
His skin was heavily wrinkled and hung loose on his frame, in part because
he'd been submerged in water for two thousand years, in part because he was
past middle age at the time of his death, and in part because since being
condemned to Tartarus he'd been subjected to constant thirst and hunger.
The gods had, of course, ensured that his body would not become emaciated,
so despite being unable to eat or drink, he was still of good health with
firm muscles and his hair still as thick as when he'd been sent to
Tartarus.
     Brett ran his hands gently over the man's breasts and playfully
twirled the long grey hairs of his chest, and snuggling close to him he ran
his fingertips in circles around his teats.  The man's cock immediate began
to rise, and as Brett looked into his eyes seductively and ran a fingertip
over his nipple, the man's cock began to swell even faster.  Playing with
the man's teats until they were firm and his cock was pointing up in the
air, Brett bent over and ran his tongue over the hard nipple, causing the
man's stiff member to jerk.  Over and over he played with his nipples,
sending ripples of pleasure through them, and causing the man to become
hornier and hornier.  His cock twitched and jerked and ached to be held and
to be stroked, and unable to take it any longer the man whispered in the
boy's ear, asking him to stroke his manhood, but Brett only smiled at him
and continued to play with his irritated teats.  Tantalus knew then the boy
would never touch his aching cock.
     With a cry of agony, he was torn between the unsatisfied need between
his legs and the pleasure of his irritated nipples.  Both were pleasant in
a way, and both were painful.  As Brent continued to caress and stroke the
burning little buds, the ancient Greek king gave in to the pleasure,
knowing it was the only pleasure the boy was going to provide.  Like his
brother, Brett knew when the man was about to shoot, and like his brother,
he worked the man up to that point and then stepped back and left the man
in his torment.
     Tantalus twisted and turned and jerked his hips, trying desperately to
get off the load that had been building up in his tightly swollen
testicles.  His cockhead burned with desire, and his long, thickly-veined
cock throbbed hotly with its need.  As he jerked his hips, he thrust his
stiff weapon in the air as if fucking the air might get it off, and he
desperately opened and closed his peehole, but there was nothing he could
do to bring himself over that peak that Benny and now Brett had brought him
to.  He hung there, his dick aching painfully, unable to do anything about
it.  It took a long time for the desire to subside and for his dick to
finally droop.
     Bobby was next, squatting down before the man and reaching up and
gently playing with his balls, stretching out the loose skin of his ball
sac, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, gently stroking the
tender nuts inside their sac, and cupping them and rolling them in his
palm.  He placed his index finger in his mouth and looked up at the man
with his seductive, hazel eyes as he sucked on the tip, knowing what
thoughts he was creating in the man's mind, and then he ran his moistened
fingertip over the man's nut sack.
     His nuts slowly responded, swelling in their loose sack, and the man's
dick slowly began to rise once again.  Bobby wanted to reach up and grasp
the heavily-veined man cock and give it a good wanking, but he knew this
was not the time, and that he'd have his chance later to find out what the
ancient king's cock felt like.  Slowly the man's balls began to draw up
under his stiff, aching cock.  More sensitive now, they sent ripples of
stimulation up the man's twitching cock as Bobby's fingertips gently ran
over the swollen orbs.  Like his brothers, Bobby got the king aching to go
off, and like his brothers, he knew when to stop seconds before he reached
that vital point.  Knowing what Tantalus had done to his own son, Bobby had
no qualms about playing with the man's mind, and, in fact, the
twelve-year-old boy quite enjoyed it.
     Once again the once mighty and powerful king, the favourite of the
ancient gods, twisted and jerked as he tried to shoot his seed.  He thought
the most erotic thoughts he could, and he gazed upon the beautiful boys
that were surrounding him, and although he came close, he was unable to
bring himself over.  The boys knew just how much he could stand, and had
been careful not to bring him too close to climaxing.  His body flushed
with desire and his stiff cock jerking with desire, he could only hang
there and suffer.  For the third time his aching cock began to droop and he
felt that heavenly delight as one approaches his climax begin to fade.
     Brent stepped up next and the king wondered what sort of demon boy
this was, with a body and face identical to the other boy who had tormented
him, but with holes pierced in his body and metal rings hanging from them,
a long crystal from one ear, a pair of tiny beads on either side of the
bridge of his nose, a ring in his right teat and another in the skin
covering his cock.  Like his twin, he had a beautiful cock, long and
slender with the bulb covered in a satin skin case.  Brent worked his
cheeks and pursed his lips seductively, and raising his middle finger, he
drooled his spittle over it as he looked at the king with his deep sea blue
eyes.  The king immediately felt his cock begin to rise again, but he no
longer looked upon that with joy.
     Standing behind him and breathing hotly on the nape of his neck, Brent
placed the tip of his finger against the man's anus.  Accustomed to
buggering boys rather than the other way around, the king resisted, but his
flesh could not resist the spit-slick digit of the young boy, and against
his wishes and despite his protest, he felt the boy's finger slowly press
past his tightly clenched sphincter and enter his body.  Brent slipped his
finger in slowly, knowing the man was silently cursing him for having
violated him, just as he knew in a few minutes the pleasure he was going to
bring would have the man silently blessing him with just as much passion,
and of course, later cursing him once again as he stopped before the king
could achieve satisfaction.
     So he slowly eased his finger in and out of the king's rectum, and the
stimulation of the man's sphincter caused it to burn pleasantly and to send
ripples of pleasure to his once again rising cock.  As he slowly massaged
the man's prostate, the pleasure was added to the pleasure stemming from
his anus and once again the man's nuts began to contract.  Brent worked his
finger in and out of the man's ass slowly, knowing that what he was doing
was highly stimulating.  He carefully rotated his fingertip, massaging the
hard, dollar-sized organ against his rectal wall.  The sixteen-year-old
youth knew the pleasure the man was feeling, and he thought back to the
many times he'd felt that same pleasure, created by Billy's finger and at
other times by his cock.  He missed his lover and the thought of possibly
never seeing him again motivated him to do his best now.  They had to
succeed in this challenge.  Like his brothers he watched for the signs, the
twitching of the man's cock, the heavy breathing, the look in his eyes, and
he too brought the man to his peak before drawing his finger out and
standing back as the king ached to get off the load denied him.
     Tantalus opened and closed his sphincter, hoping that would coax out
his seed.  He recalled the pleasure of having his asshole finger fucked,
and the hundreds of times he'd fucked young boys and brought them such
pleasure with his cock.  Nothing he did or thought could bring him over
that final hurdle.  The four boys who had teased his cock and had brought
him to the brink of climax were skilled.  He wanted to curse them, to lash
them with his tongue in his agony as he would have lashed them with whips
back in his time for having abused him so, but he remained silent and
cursed them only with his thoughts.  To voice his anger and his pain would
only bring the Demon Lord watching over this cruel torture pleasure, and
that he would not give him.
     The four boys having each had a turn, the man hoped that perhaps his
ordeal was finished, and as much as he hated the punishment that the
ancient gods had decreed, it was preferable to the punishment being meted
out by these four gorgeous youths.  As Benny approached, he knew that he
was not going to be so lucky.  The boy had thick, dark brown hair with
blond streaks running through it, something the king had never seen before
but which added to the boy's beauty and sexuality.  He drew close, looking
into the king's eyes with his hazel ones, and he parted his lips and smiled
seductively.  The king could smell the sweet boy breath as it blew across
his face, and the breath of the handsome young teenage boy alone caused his
cock to once more begin its rise.  Was this the new breed of demons being
born and raised in hell now?  Locked away in Tartarus, he had little
knowledge of what was happening in the rest of the underworld, and even
less knowledge about the earth above where he once ruled.
     Benny drew closer and closing his eyes, he gently kissed the king on
the lips.  The man shuddered with the touch of his silky soft boy lips, and
eagerly returned the kiss.  Were his wrists and ankles not bound he would
have embraced the boy.  He ached to draw the naked youth to his chest, to
feel his smooth, satiny skin against his flesh.  He longed to reach down
and grasp the boy's young cock and feel it throb with youth and desire in
his hand.  The boy was erect and horny, as were his three brothers by then,
but none of them were as horny as the former king of Lydia.
     Benny continued to kiss the man gently, enjoying the feeling of his
coarse, curly hairs against his lips and the feel of his moustache and
beard on his soft, downy cheeks.  He rubbed his cheeks against the man's
short beard, allowing him to see the enjoyment he was getting out of it.
His slender boy cock jerked as he thought of other men with beards he'd had
sex with, and how awesome it was to feel a man with a beard sucking on his
boy dick.  He made sure the tortured king saw his arousal and the jerking
of his dick before he continued to kiss him, running his smooth, soft lips
over the man's lips, over his eye lids, and along his neck below his beard.
Once again Tantalus twisted and turned and ached to reach a climax that he
knew he was not going to reach.  Once again he felt the pressure building
in his loins and he closed his eyes and willed his balls to hurry and
contract, for his body to release his seed before this delightful boy
stopped and left him with his tight nuts and twitching unsatisfied cock.
He willed it, but it did not happen.
     They waited for the man's cock to droop once again and each felt a
twinge of pity for the man, but then they thought of him killing his own
son and boiling and serving his flesh to the gods, and their pity and
sympathy was replaced with a determination to make the man suffer for such
a deed.  How could any father be so cruel as to kill his own son?  Besides,
their success in torturing the bound man, this thief and murderer as Satan
had called him, was essential if they themselves were not going to spend an
eternity of torture in hell.  As delightful as some of the threatened
punishments had sounded, the boys were not fooling themselves.  They knew
they would be suffering unimaginable pain besides.  The greatest pain of
all would be never seeing their family again, or their friends.
     Seeing the man was limp again, Bobby stepped forward, eager to do his
part to see they returned to the surface, and eager to play with the
ancient king's cock.  He wondered just what sort of fun the boy's son and
Neptune had gotten into, and he made a note to remember to ask Benny to ask
about that.  He hoped his older brother would have that talk with Satan for
he was just as curious what sort of sex Greek gods had, and how you could
shoot your stuff into a cloud and end up with offspring, besides a lot of
other things.
     While they'd been waiting for Tantalus to cool off, he'd asked Satan
for a tail feather and a long, stiff tail feather from a swan had appeared
on the ground before him.  Bobby picked it up now and reached out and ran
the tip teasingly over the man's once again loose balls and along the shaft
of his limp dick.  He slowly ran it over the man's skin-encased knob and
slowly his manhood once again stirred.  Unable to stop his biological
reaction, Tantalus gritted his teeth and looked down and watched as the boy
continued to circle his knob with the tip of the feather.  Slowly his cock
began to swell, and slowly the skin began to slip back along the slope of
his dickhead.  Bobby stroked the exposed knob with the feather, causing the
man to squirm with the arousal and his dick to swell even faster.  As the
skin continued to ease back as the man become erect, it slipped over the
rim of the man's knob to form a collar below it.
     Bobby swooped in with the feather, running it along the sensitive rim
of the man's cock and then along the groove on the underside, tickling the
string of flesh that connected his foreskin to his glans.  The man squirmed
and jerked his hips, and he closed his eyes and willed with all his
strength that he would come.  The feather sent shivers of arousal through
the blood-engorged flesh, and his cock jerked uncontrollably.  He opened
and closed the opening of his cock in a desperate attempt to coax out his
seed, and Bobby teasingly ran the tip of the feather over the winking
opening of the man's cock, inserting the tip of the tail feather into his
gaping peehole.  The man felt his cum churning up in his tight balls and
the pressure building like it had never built before and he inhaled deeply
in anticipation.  As Bobby stopped and drew back, he cursed the boy, but
the youngster only smiled with satisfaction.  He so loved playing with
cock.
     Tantalus once again jerked and pulled on the ropes tying his wrists to
the myrtle tree branches and his ankles to the low shrubs.  He pulled down
on the ropes as hard as he could and twisted and tried to pull his hands
through the loops about his wrists so he could grab his aching cock and
bring it off, but it was no good.  His stiff member ached and deep in the
pit of his groin was a need so great that he wanted to scream.  His
blood-engorged cock felt like a thousand needles were stabbing it, and his
tight, round balls tried desperately to empty the seed within them, but
they could not.
     Satan knew the pleasure and the agony that the man was going through
and he could not hold back his smile.  The need for a man to shoot forth
his seed and the pleasure he derived from that act was as natural and as
great and as basic as his need for food and water.  It was a fitting
torture, and it was amusing to see the mighty former king, once the ruler
of an ancient and prosperous land and the favourite of the ancient gods who
had wined and dined with them in Olympia, now at the whim of these four
young boys.
     He knew the torture the man was suffering, and he also knew the boys
could continue for days, weeks, even years toying with the man if they
needed to.  He had seen the joy in their eyes as they had brought the man
repeatedly to the point of climax, and he had read their record.  They
tolerated greedy and arrogant men the likes of Tantalus as poorly as he
did, and particularly men who mistreated their sons.  Calling them over to
him, he acknowledged that they had met his challenge, and summoning a
couple of his favourites to return Tantalus to the pond, he headed back for
the large iron gates.
     He could not deny he had enjoyed the entertainment they had just
provided him, nor that he was impressed with their innovative thinking and
the skill and abilities they had exhibited in carrying out their plan.
There was, however, no way in hell that he was going to let four wet behind
the ears boys best him.  Never had he expected them to get this far, and he
could not let them succeed in his final challenge.  His pride was one of
the reasons he'd lead the revolt against God and His angels and it was even
greater than his evilness.  The humiliation of having four infants get the
better of him would be as great as his humiliation of being defeated by God
and His horde.
     As the Demon Lord strode back across the expanse of the fiery abyss,
his hands clasped behind his back, he frowned with annoyance and his eyes
narrowed in concentration and glared in anger.  Trotting along behind him
and trying to keep up, the boys glanced at each other silently.  They knew
he was mad as hell, and that the last of their challenges would be the most
difficult of all.  They also knew that they were pressing their luck, and
that the odds of four wins was unlikely.

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What kind of challenge can the mighty Lord of the Underworld, the greatest
Tempter of Mankind, who once in heaven was among the most beautiful and the
wisest of angels, and undeniably the proudest of them all, devise that the
four mischievous boys following him could not succeed at?  Having already
bested the odds and won three of his challenges, how can the Brewster
brothers possibly win the last?  Will the next part signal the end of the
Brewster Adventures?  Tune in next week to find out.