Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 06:59:51
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Go To Hell - Part 6/6" (m/t, m/b)
Caution/Welcome. This is Part Six 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 five concluded with the Brewster Brothers having seduced a
homophobic young Christian boy, the last of four challenges presented to
them by Satan. Comments and invitations to party celebrations can be sent
to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Since we know the
boys will survive this adventure, future story suggestions are once again
welcome.
THE BREWSTERS GO TO HELL
OR
SATAN MEETS THE BREWSTERS
(A Scarey Bedtime Story or An Uplifting Moral Story in six parts)
PART SIX: TO THE VICTORS GO THE SPOILS
Brent was the first to awake, and stretching and rubbing his eyes, he
looked around in that foggy daze as one first awakens and finds himself in
strange surroundings. In place of the soft sleeping bags was a hard stone
surface and where Lucas's desk and chair once were stood a torture rack
with a tray of very wicked looking instruments. The air had a familiar
sulphurous stink to it. Slowly looking up he found Satan sitting on an
elaborately cast gold throne and staring down at them. He reached over and
shook the shoulder of his twin brother.
"Not now Bobby," sighed Brett. "I'm exhausted. Go see Brent."
"I am Brent."
"Yeah? Then go see Bobby, he wants to mess around too."
"I do?" said Bobby sleepily.
"You always do."
"Yeah," he agreed with a long yawn.
"Will you all be quiet? You'll wake Lucas," said Benny.
"We aren't in Kansas anymore."
"Is that right, Toto?" responded Brett.
"Huh?"
"The Wizard of Oz."
"He live down here?"
"Down where?"
"We're back in hell."
Brent's three brothers sat up and looked around in surprise, and then
looked up at Satan. The Archangel had been made the model of perfection in
heaven, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty, and the addition of horns and
a long arrow-headed tail and changing his body to a bright scarlet had not
detracted from his beauty. His large-raven-like wings, studded black
harness and bands about his biceps and wrists, imbedded jewel necklace, and
link chain anklets all added to his sexual appeal.
"So, you brought us back," observed Brett.
"Yes." The boys sat and waited. "You succeeded in your last
challenge." It was a statement of fact, not a question. His voice was
monotone, neither angry nor pleased.
"That was dirty pool leaving us in the middle of the storm like that."
"Yeah, we could have died."
"Then I would have won."
"That would have been really unfair."
"Anyway, you didn't, and you're back."
"Lucas and his parents are going to wonder where we've gone."
"I've planted the memory that they contacted your aunt and she picked
you up."
"When they see her ."
"They won't mention you, or think of asking about you."
"You've arranged for everything."
"Yes."
"Cool."
"I don't suppose you could teach me how to do that?" asked Benny.
"I don't think so."
"Figured so."
"So, when we gonna get started on, you know, your side of the deal?"
asked Brett.
"Now."
"Cool," replied the four boys as they glanced at each other and back
at Satan.
"Do you want to do it one at a time, or all together?"
The boys looked at each other again. "Me, I wanna watch my brothers
getting it on with you, and have them watch you and me," said Benny.
"And how do you want to get it on as you put it?"
"Jerk each other off," Benny responded, having been thinking about
what he wanted to do ever since they'd made the pact.
"Oh yeah!" said Bobby. "I bet that'd be something holding his monster
in your hand."
"Here?" Satan asked, moving over and indicating the space beside him.
"Sure," Benny responded. When it came to sex, Benny and his brothers
were comfortable any place. So, the fourteen-year-old hopped up on the
throne beside the demon lord. It was a massive structure, made of gold
with ornate legs ending in hooves and the arms carved like human arms and
ending in long, sharp-taloned fingers. The back was carved as the head of
a beast, and they sat on a thick purple satin cushion. Although he was
fourteen now and an inch under five feet, Benny's feet did not touch the
floor.
Turning to face him, Satan reached over and picked up his limp dick at
the base with a thumb and index finger. One twist and he could easily
emasculate the boy with his long, sharp nails. He rotated the soft tube
with the tips of his thumb and finger and then slowly worked his fingers up
the shaft, rotating Benny's dick one way and then the other until he
reached the foreskin-encased knob. He gently ran his fingers over the
bulge, rotating his wrist slowly as if the delicate tube he was holding was
so fragile the slightest pressure would cause it to crumble.
Benny had no such impression as he reached over and wrapped his fist
around Satan's humongous cock. Limp it was as big around as his dad's was
stiff, and the anticipation what it was going to be like hard made his head
reel. He jiggled it in his hand, flopping the knob in the air. He played
with it as he was accustomed to doing his own, concentrating on the shaft.
Slowly the two of them became erect.
Reaching over to a stand beside his throne, Satan took out an ornate
vial, and removing the stopper, poured some of the oil in the palm of his
right hand. Turning again to Benny, he began to caress his erect cock all
over, rubbing and massaging the oil in evenly. Reaching over with his left
hand, he cradled the boy's balls and he wrapped his right about the base of
his cock. He slowly slid his oiled hand up the boy's erect penis from the
base up to the tip and then slowly eased his hand down, gently and
carefully as if admiring the feel of the boy cock in his hand.
As Satan developed a rhythm, Benny began to stroke the humongous cock
in his hand. Normally he would grip it at the base and begin pumping,
working his hand from base to tip, but the long, thick hose in his hand was
much too long for a single pumping action. Instead, he did much as the
demon lord was doing to him, holding his cock more loosely and sliding his
hand along the shaft. It was too thick for his fingertips to meet his
thumb, being two-and-a-quarter inches in diameter, and had to be close to
five times the width of his hand in length.
As Satan stroked his cock he felt the familiar warmth and pleasure
passing through his stiff, blood-engorged organ, and with each slow stroke
that warmth and pleasure increased. Having it worked over slowly and with
oil was awesome and he relaxed and enjoyed the sensation as he worked his
hand up and down the huge red pole jutting up between Satan's legs.
Slipping his left hand up from where it had been cupping Benny's balls,
Satan wrapped the thumb and forefinger about the base of the boy's erect
dick, pulling the skin back until it was pulled back tight. Holding it
there, he resumed stroking with his right hand, now running it gently over
the exposed sensitive skin under the knob and over the sensitive glans.
Benny inhaled sharply with the sharp stimulation and he squirmed with
arousal as Satan's smooth, oiled fingers caressed the tender pale skin
normally covered by his foreskin.
Having never been jerked off that way before, it was totally awesome,
and he felt his arousal double as Satan slowly caressed his now itching and
aching dick. Releasing Satan's thick cock, Benny slipped his index finger
in his mouth, wetting it and at the same time enjoying the fragrance of
Satan's dick on his fingers. Placing his wet fingertip on the fat,
engorged knob of the demon lord's cock, Benny caressed it firmly, massaging
his spittle into the turgid flesh. He wet his finger amply a second time
and continued his finger massage, running his fingers in circles around the
man's knob, beginning at the tip and working in a spiral down the slope
head. Pulling his skin back to expose the rim, Benny continued, now
running his fingertip along the man's sensitive glans, and Satan's cock
jerked with the stimulation and he opened and closed his peehole.
Releasing the hold of his left hand, Satan allowed the tight skin to
creep back up Benny's shaft on its own to form the customary collar just
below his knob when he was erect. Slipping the oiled fingers of his right
hand about the base, he rotated Benny' cock, concentrating now on the shaft
just above his balls. As the tension that had been building up with the
stimulation of the sensitive skin at the upper end of his penis subsided,
Benny likewise ceased his stimulation of the demon lord's knob and began to
stroke his shaft from the knob to his slowly tightening, hairy balls.
Normally a wrist action, Benny had to pump his arm at his elbow to
accommodate the length of the humongous dick. It would have extended
almost to Satan's knees bent downward and had to be close to fifteen
inches.
And so the two developed a growing cycle of tension and relaxation, of
stimulation and of tranquillity, They drew out their masturbatory session
longer than Benny had ever jerked off in his life, building up the pressure
in each other's loins and then allowing it to subside. With each peak it
took longer to recover, and with each cycle of arousal they reached the
peak faster. Both boy and man were perspiring and flushed with sexual
desire, and both were inhaling and exhaling deeply as they caressed each
other's most sensitive and most private organ.
Then, without needing to say it, they reached that point where to
continue would have become torture, not pleasure. They both knew that
point from experience, even though the one had experience and wisdom that
spanned millennia and the other for a decade.
Together they worked toward that final peak of arousal, the man slowly
stroking the boy's throbbing five-inch cock and the boy slowly stroking the
thick organ three times the size of his. Benny felt his balls contract and
the familiar twinge deep in his groin, and he grasped the hot, throbbing
organ in his fist as his cum began to rise up his cock. Satan ceased his
stroking and held the cock at the base, pointing it between the boy's legs
and allowing the boy to concentrate and relish the act of cumming. It was
something that Benny had relished ever the first time he'd shot his load,
and he concentrated now on the burning sensation gushing up the core of his
cock and the sharp, piercing pleasure as his load shot out the opening.
His cum flew through the air like water from a water cannon and he inhaled
sharply and quivered with his release. His load shot out repeatedly in a
steady stream to land in a puddle on the stone before him.
His cock still burning pleasantly with his climax, he resumed his
pumping on the demon lord's cock, and it was only a matter of seconds
before he felt the hot, thick tube spasm and the dark angel's cum race up
his man cock. He too held the cannon at the base and pointed it outward,
and the demon seed shot out and flew through the air to end several feet
away from them. It was a violent blast and Benny squeezed the throbbing,
jerking hose tightly as Satan's seed shot out the tip in rapid fire and the
man sighed and trembled with the same delight as the boy had.
They sat there for a long time, man and boy, demon and human, sitting
side by side on the golden throne of hell, holding each other's dick by the
base, their flesh growing limp and the tips of their cocks wet with their
seed. They inhaled and exhaled deeply, relaxing and enjoying the emptiness
in their loins and the scent of cum in the air.
"That was so fucking awesome," Benny finally said.
"It was," agreed Satan. He looked over at the three boys sitting and
watching. "Who would be next?"
"You can go again? So soon?" asked Brett.
"Yes. What is your desire?"
"I want to sixty-nine."
Stepping down off his throne, Satan lead the boys into an inner
chamber, evidently a chamber where he did his private entertaining from the
erotic pictures hanging on the walls and the assorted obscene statues, some
life size and others sitting on shelves or stands. Stepping over to an
exceptionally large cast iron bed, and laying down on his side, he motioned
for Brett to join him. The sixteen-year-old boy stood and walked over to
the bed, his stiff cock preceding him. Satan reached over, cupping the
boy's privates with a large, taloned hand as he reached down and cupped his
own with his other hand. Brett felt a sudden shock of ice cold pass
through his groin, a cold even more severe than he'd felt standing naked on
the Kansas prairie, and his dick and balls immediately shrunk in response.
"We don't want this to be over too soon," Satan said, allowing himself
a slight smile as he removed his hands. Brett's dick was now limp and his
balls once again hanging low between his legs and Satan's sausage once
again hung down between his legs and the tip was even dry again.
"I don't suppose ," began Benny.
"I don't think so," responded Satan with a smile.
They lay down side by side on the bed, Satan curling a bit to
accommodate the boy, being a foot taller than he. As with Benny the demon
lord took the lead. Even though he'd had plenty of experience at
sixty-nining, and had a lot of confidence for a sixteen-year-old, Brett was
only sixteen, and just recently at that, and he was about to suck and be
sucked off by the Prince of Hell. He inhaled nervously as he felt the
demon lord's hot breath against his crotch, and as he looked up along his
body from where he lay and watched the man stick out his tongue. The demon
lord's tongue was long and slender and deep red but not forked as Brett
knew was sometimes portrayed in books.
Satan inhaled deeply, relishing the unique fragrance of a teenage
crotch, the boy having a musky, wild-animal aroma that he found especially
delightful. He inhaled several times, allowing the fragrance to excite and
entice him. Then, sticking out his tongue once more, he began at the boy's
stomach. His belly was smooth and flat, his blond bush extending in an
inverted triangular patch from the base of his limp dick up over his lower
abdomen. Constricting his tongue muscles to make his tongue pointy, he ran
it over the boy's stomach just above the hair line, tracing it back and
forth slowly and leaving a moist, warm trail of saliva. The boy's stomach
rose and fell with his arousal.
He continued down along the groove of the crotch, between the boy's
thigh and testicle, with a flicking motion, much like the tongue action of
a snake with whom he was often compared, and which Brett thought of as he
watched. His tongue was longer than most men's, and he wedged it in along
the groove, licking thigh and ball together. He continued on down,
relaxing his tongue muscles to make it less pointy and running it over the
teenage boy's low-hung ball sack, licking and cuddling his balls with long,
soft, caressing licks.
Brett leaned in closer and inhaled Satan's genital fragrance, not
knowing what to expect. Like his own crotch it had an overall musky scent,
but it was stronger than his own and with a hint of an aroma that reminded
Brett of raw milk, and with just a mildest hint of sulphur. It was not an
unpleasant smell, and the boy found it stimulating in its difference and in
its hint of being the natural fragrance of a wild animal. Instead of
starting with his stomach, as Satan had done, he stuck out his tongue and
began with the inner side of his right thigh, finding the thick, dark hair
spreading up across the demon lord's stomach less enticing.
His long, blond hair fell across the demon lord's legs as he bent over
to lick, the silky strands caressing the man's thighs as Brett began to run
his hot, moist tongue along the surface, leaving a trail of warm spittle as
he slowly licked up toward the man's low hanging balls. He ran his tongue
over them, licking them and rolling them in their sack, enjoying the
flavour of them and the feel of them against his tongue. The demon lord
might be all powerful, but his nuts reacted just the same way as a
sixteen-year-old's.
Satan had meanwhile placed his lips against Brett's swelling ball sac
and now began to hum. The slight vibration of his lips sent shivers
through the boy's young balls and the teenager's cock began to swell.
Satan slowly moved his lips over his tender balls, pressing them against
the eggs inside the sack and continuing to hum, sending shivers of delight
through the sensitive orbs and resulting in Brett's dick swelling even
faster. Never had he felt anything like it, and the boy could not wait
until he got back home and could show Cam what he'd discovered.
Brett continued to arouse and please his demon partner, even more
eager now to bring the man pleasure after what the man had done to him. He
bent in further, nuzzling the man's swelling and spittle-damp balls as he
reached for his perineum, the sensitive space between his testicles and his
anus. He ran his pointed tongue along the sensitive skin and was delighted
to feel the demon lord's dick swelling against his cheek. He flicked the
tip of his tongue against his perineum much like Satan had flicked his
tongue along the groove of his crotch, and then moving back up and
fastening his lips to the man's lower nut, the teenager sucked gently on
the egg, drawing it into his hot, moist mouth and massaging it with his
soft, moist lips. Satan's dick began to swell faster.
Brett's own dick was rapidly becoming hard also, and making his tongue
soft, thick and rounded, Satan cuddled the knob, slipping his tongue along
the underside and allowing the wet, silky smoothness of his tongue to
stimulate the sensitive glans as it rested on it. Brett slipped his lips
over his teeth, making them firm, and began to nibble on Satan's glans,
pecking at it firmly but gently all over in a random order, now nibbling
the spongy top of his slope head, now nibbling on the rim, the meaty
underside of first one hemisphere and then the other, and then the tip.
Satan had meanwhile begun to lick his crown, running his broad, soft tongue
over it with languorous, lapping strokes as if licking a giant lollipop.
Both now erect, Satan went down on the boy, sucking in his entire
six-and-a-half inches, taking the knob down into his throat and giving the
boy his first deep throat blow job. Brett could not believe the unique
sensation of having his cock not just totally engulfed by the demon lord's
hot, moist mouth, but to have his knob wedged in the man's throat and being
massaged by the soft lining. That he was going to have to learn how to do.
The demon's own knob, although only slightly larger than his shaft,
was the size of a light bulb, far too huge for the youngster to slip
comfortably into his mouth as he would normally have taken his boyfriend.
Instead, he licked the knob as he would lick an ice cream cone, running his
tongue in circles around it, and then making his tongue pointy, running the
tip up and down the slope of his glans, beginning at the tip and licking
down over the top to the rim, then raising his head and licking back down
beside the first trail of spittle. He ran his tongue along the meaty
globes of the two hemispheres, and again making it pointy, he ran it down
along the groove on the underside. He toyed with the loose fold of skin
that connected the man's foreskin to his knob, and wiggled the tip of his
tongue against the erogenous spot at the end of the funnel groove.
He was rewarded with the first of many droplets of pre-cum, and the
sixteen-year-old eagerly and hungrily ran the tip of his tongue over the
tip, lapping up the delicious, unique offering of the demon lord, his
pre-cum having a distinct sulfurous tang. Brett himself was leaking big
time, and Satan eased his mouth back up off his cock so he could savour the
sweet boy nectar oozing from his quivering dickhole. The Prince of Hell
ran his tongue over the boycock gently, lapping up his clear nectar and
encouraging more to flow.
Both felt the tension rising in their loins, and each sucked and
licked and kissed the stiff organ protruding from their partner's crotch,
both delighting in the arousal of being sucked and the satisfaction of
sucking another's cock. Having toyed far longer with each other than
either normally would have, as they felt that tension building they made no
effort to delay it, but rather, enjoyed the rapid and delightful build up
as their dickheads itched with desire and their stiff cocks throbbed and
ached for the release they knew was soon to come.
Brett at last felt his balls contract and his cum begin to rise up his
throbbing shaft, and holding Satan's monstrous cock at the base as he
lapped at the knob he felt it throb and his cum begin to raise up the core.
The two closed their eyes with ecstasy as they exploded, Brett filling the
demon lord's mouth with his sweet, thick creamy teenage cum and Satan
exploding and spraying the face of his teenage lover with his hot, creamy
seed. It struck Brett in the forehead and ran down over his dark eyebrows
and down along his nose. Globules struck his soft, downy cheeks and ran
down them and on down his neck. He fastened his mouth to the tip of the
fountaining dick and allowed it to spurt into his mouth, coating his tongue
and the roof of his mouth. It was sharp and pungent, like old cheese, and
it was hotter than any cum he'd ever caused another to produce. He
savoured the taste and the texture before swallowing the initial offering,
and eagerly leaned forward and began to lick up the creamy load that had
flowed down over the demon lord's knob and down his thick-veined shaft.
Satan quivered with the delight of his release, and with the eagerness
with which the teenage boy lapped up his demon seed, and he quivered with
the delight of the boy's own orgasm and the delicious nectar of the boy's
young balls, the nectar of the gods. He sucked hard on the boy's stiff
shaft, sucking out his creamy load and savouring it before swallowing it.
Having to suck off the boy was his debt to the boy, but it was not a debt
that was difficult to accept.
Finally the two lay back, their lips tasting of each other's cock, a
film of their cum coating each other's lips, their hard, aching dicks wet
with spittle and hot spunk. Brett's three brothers sat staring at them,
their dicks stiff and aching. They had watched their brother engage in a
sixty- nine plenty of times, but this time had been special.
Brent was next, and as he'd done with Brett, Satan reached down and
quelled their desires first. Again laying on the large bed and facing each
other as Satan had done with Brett, but head to head and toe to toe, the
man and boy began by caressing each other, gently running their hands over
each other's body, the one firm and muscular, the other tender and pliable,
one smooth, the other hairy, both hot. Applying oil to his first two
fingers, Satan reached between Brent's legs and traced soft rings around
his anal opening, pressing first with one and then with both lubricated
fingertips, going round and round and relaxing the muscle. The boy lay
back, allowing the man to please him, as was their bargain. Satan's
fingertips circled the boy's anus, not with lust but with a calming,
wholesome effect.
Applying the clear oil to Brent's palms, the demon lord continued to
gently stroke the teenager's anus as Brent reached down and began to caress
Satan's penis with his oiled fingers. He ran his long, smooth fingers over
the man's limp cock, massaging the oil into the skin and gently caressing
the heavily veined shaft, causing the man's organ to slowly begin to swell
for the third time. Applying more oil to his fingers, Satan gently
stretched open the boy's anus with his left thumb and fingers and massaged
the sensitive, tender skin just beyond his sphincter with his right
fingertips, causing the boy's cock to begin to swell.
Ever so slowly he slipped his index finger into the boy's rectum,
slowly easing it in until it was up to the last knuckle and causing the boy
to squirm with the pleasure. As he withdrew his finger, the boy tightened
his sphincter about it, and as he slowly eased it back in, the boy relaxed.
It was clearly not the first time he'd been finger fucked. Twisting his
finger slowly and gently, the demon lord worked the teenager's hole,
gradually loosening it. At the same time the boy massaged and stroked the
growing organ that was to replace his finger. Now half erect, it was
already longer than the average man was erect, and fatter. Brent could
barely touch fingertips as he grasped the hot, flaccid tube and stroked it.
Inserting first two, and then three fingers into the boy's rectum,
Satan slowly worked them in and out of the boy's ass, stretching his
sphincter farther than it had ever been stretched. He knew the elasticity
of his rectum could accommodate his entire fist if it had to, but he had no
intention of fisting the boy. By this time his cock was fully erect and he
instructed the boy to generously lube the wide bulb with the clear oil.
Brent obeyed with eagerness and anticipation as he tried to imagine what it
was going to be like getting stuffed with the thick pole he was lubing.
Raising and bending Brent's legs, Satan slid down further, extending
his pelvis between them. Placing the tip of his lubed organ against the
boy's young pucker, he slowly pushed up, slowly and gently wedging the tip
of his massive cock in the boy's opening. It was well lubed and the boy's
hole had been loosed and lubricated also, and the boy wanted the massive
cock, but given its size, it was still going to require effort on both of
their parts.
Inhaling deeply, the demon lord continued to press up, slowly and gently
stretching the boy's sphincter as his slope head eased forward. His cock
was as hard as the stone upon which they lay, and just as hot, and was used
to being pried into tight openings.
Brent inhaled deeply and pushed out with his abdominal muscles with
more force than he had never pushed out before, straining to accept the
impossibly huge bulb of the demon lord's dick. His sphincter was lubed and
loosed and he felt no pain as it was stretched farther and farther open
though he had to wonder just how far his anus was capable of stretching.
He grunted and gasped and panted as he tried to accept the massive organ,
and he grasped the demon lord's hips and tried to help by pulling him
forward. His brothers gritted their teeth and found themselves pushing out
with their abdominal muscles as they watched the two coupling. Slowly,
fraction by fraction, Brent felt the mighty organ penetrate, and then the
knob was in and his sphincter slid over the rim to grasp the organ behind
the bulb.
The two paused to catch their breath and enjoy the success of their
union. Brent could not believe how wide his asshole had been stretched and
how good it felt, and Satan relished the delightful tightness of the
teenager's anus. Both, however, were eager to continue, and it was not
long before Satan continued to ease his cock forward, gently penetrating
the boy's depths. The walls of the boy's hot, moist rectum stretched,
accommodating the thick pole that was easing up into him. The knob passed
his prostate, sending a ripple of pleasure through the hard, round organ.
It continued on, ever so slowly, ever so surely, further and further up his
asshole. It reached the farthest depths that had ever been penetrated and
continued on to depths the boy had never imagined possible. Laying on his
side with his pelvis between the boy's outspread and bent legs allowed the
demon lord maximum penetration, and his long, thick red cock probed the
farthest reaches of the boy's rectum to the delight of them both.
He then began to withdraw it, slowly, inch by inch, easing it back
out, and the boy shivered and gasped at the combined pleasure of the
friction between the thick cock and his tight anus and the pressure against
his prostate. Finally after what seemed to have taken an incredibly long
time, the rim of the man's cock pressed against the inside of his anus.
Pausing, the demon lord began to once again sink his cock up the boy's
ass. And so the horned Prince of Hell fucked the hot, squirming
sixteen-year-old, causing the blond youth to gasp out in ecstasy and to
close his eyes with the intense pleasure. The boy, laying on his side, was
able to reach out and caress the man's hairy chest, running his fingers
through the thick, coarse hairs and massaging his large nipples. He
reached up and stroked the man's cheeks and his short, pointed goatee. It
was said that of all the angels in heaven he had been the model of
perfection, perfect in beauty, and as the boy lay there on his back with
the demon deep up his ass and gazed into the demon prince's eyes, he had
never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.
And so the centuries-old demon lord fucked the sixteen-year-old boy,
easing his massive, two-and-a-quarter-inch thick, fifteen-inch long cock in
and out of the boy's rectum. Brent's hot, moist flesh surrounded the
thick, throbbing organ, soothing its itch and grasping onto it possessively
as it withdrew, opening up to it as it sank back in. Slowly the man's
desire increased, as did the boy's, and slowly Satan began to work his
thick cock in and out of the boy more furiously. His balls began to
tighten, as did the boy's, and as he drove his cock in and out of the boy
its entire length, the boy caressed the man's chest, tangling his fingers
in his hairs and caressing his nipples as he felt his desire growing hotter
and hotter, ripples of stimulation now causing his prostate to throb and
his burning asshole to send ripples of arousal through his groin.
The demon lord grunted and thrust his cock in one last time and
grasped the boy's thin shoulders as his huge nuts contracted and he shot
his demon seed deep up the boy's rectum. Brent trembled as he felt the
hot, thick demon cum gush up his ass like a hot enema, and he sighed as his
own load erupted, his tight balls contracting and sending his teen cum
shooting out of his aching, twitching cock, his cum lacing his chest and
the hairy chest and studded harness of the demon lord. Rope after rope
shot out of his body to lace his smooth, perspiring torso and to cling to
the thick black hairs of Satan's chest. Blast after hot blast of demon cum
shot up his rectum, filling his depths with the thick creamy substance and
blast after blast of teen cum sprayed the two of them.
The two of them lay there for a long time before Satan finally eased
his cock out of the boy. He could have composed himself with a wave of his
hand and gotten on with the payment of his debt, but he chose to lie there
on the bed and to relish the hot piece of ass he'd just had. The boy was
gorgeous, and his ass had been delightfully tight. Even better, the boy
had desired his cock like a child desires candy, and had enjoyed it to its
fullest. His side of the deal was to satisfy each of the boys, and that he
was doing, but it was not that onerous of a task when satisfying them meant
satisfying himself. It was a shame that the boy would not be staying with
him.
There was, however, one last boy to satisfy, and one last task he had
yet to perform, and at last he rose and beckoned for the youngster to
approach him. Bobby did so with the eagerness and excitement of a typical
twelve-year-old, and when Satan reached down and quelled their desires as
he had with Bobby's three older brothers, Bobby asked if the demon lord was
certain he would not teach him that trick.
"Well," Satan responded with a chuckle, "perhaps I'll show you, after
you've been here for several hundred centuries."
Bobby thought about it for a moment. "Well, how about if I'm extra
good well, not good, I guess, but if I'm really, well, not bad, like in
naughty, but, well, suppose if what we do is really goo , well, you know,
really great," he said, his face brightening as he found the word, "then
maybe you'll show me?"
"And just what do you want us to do?"
"I wanna fuck ya," Bobby replied, his eyes gleaming as he looked up at
the six-foot-six demon.
His brothers choked on their kid brother's audacity, but Satan merely
grinned as he looked down at the cherub. He did like the boy's spunk, and
he knew he was going to have to keep the reigns on him if he really came to
hell on a permanent basis.
"So, you want to pick the position, or do you want me to?"
"On your back," Bobby replied, that being his favourite position when
he was fucked. Having Satan lay down on the bed and draw his knees up to
his chest with his arms hooked under the bend of his knees, Bobby took
several thick cushions and slipped them under his hips to raise his ass
further. Having watched Satan and Brent closely, Bobby began by massaging
his anus as Satan had massaged Brent's, running his first two fingers
gently in circles over the man's pucker. Instead of oil, which Satan
offered him, he chose to use his spit, which he explained to the demon lord
was sexier. He ran his hot, little fingers in tight, wet circles around
the man's anus, massaging and calming the man's sphincter as the man had
done to Brent. He then continued down along the man's perineum, gently
stroking the sensitive flesh from his anus to his balls. Wetting his
fingers again, he stroked above the man's anus, running the tip of his
index finger along his crack from his anus to his tail bone, which, unlike
anyone the boy had ever stroked before, had a tail attached to it. He ran
his wet fingertips around the skin at the base, another erogenous zone he
discovered, and one he learned later even Benny did not know about, but
then erogenous zones of devils was not a topic he'd investigated before.
He eagerly massaged the sensitive skin, causing the long, whip like tail to
curl and sweep through the air much as a dog's tail does when you pet him.
Unable to engage in foreplay for long what with his typical
twelve-year-old impatience plus the fact he'd watched his three brothers
getting it off, Bobby wet his index finger again and slowly inserted the
tip up Satan's anus. He pressed outward in a circle, stretching and
tensing it, and then allowing the muscle to relax. He explored the outer
cavity thoroughly and with interest, taking the opportunity to do things
that he'd thought about but which he'd never suggested to his former
partners, not even his best buddy Aaron, least they think he was some sort
of pervert wanting to play with a guy's asshole. So now he curled his
finger around inside, pushing the cavity back toward the opening, and Satan
responded by stretching and tensing his anus around the boy's finger, and
then relaxing it.
Considering Bobby's size, there was little need to be preparing the
demon lord's asshole for his penetration, but there was another purpose to
anal foreplay and that was to bring pleasure to the person about to be
fucked. In this case, it was bringing just as much pleasure to the
youngster who was about to do the fucking, and that was what the demon lord
had promised to do. So he lay there on his back, his backside raised on
the pillow and his legs hooked with the crook of his arms, and let the boy
play. After throughly exploring his asshole with his index finger, Bobby
brought it and his middle finger to his lips and almost put them in his
mouth until he remembered where his index finger had just been. Spitting
on both his fingers, he inserted both up Satan's ass. He spread them
apart, forcing open the man's anus wide enough to accommodate his oldest
brother's cock, and once again allowed the muscle to relax.
Finally satisfied and unable to wait any longer, he knelt down between
Satan's raised and widespread legs, his little dicklet having gotten stiff
seconds after they'd begun their foreplay, and squirming into position so
the tip of his dicklet was against the spit-lubed and stretched anus, he
pressed forward. The position he'd chosen allowed for easy penetration,
which was not necessary, and for deep penetration, which considering that
the twelve-year-old was sticking his partner with a four-inch poker, was to
Bobby's advantage. It also provided for a good massage of his partner's
prostate, and full movement of the person doing the fucking, and when Bobby
fucked someone, he moved to his fullest.
The youngster's hazel eyes stared down into Satan's eyes as the boy
pressed forward and slowly penetrated him, and a smile curled his young
lips as he felt his hot little pecker being surrounded my hot, moist man
flesh. He pressed down until his smooth pubes were pressing against
Satan's hairy balls and his smooth thighs were pressing against the demon
lord's outspread legs. Balancing there on his knees and elbows, Bobby
began the rhythmic pumping motion that was second nature to him, easing his
stiff, itching little dicklet in and out of the demon lord's hot hole.
Satan clasped his sphincter about the little poker as it withdrew, and
relaxed as Bobby pressed forward.
A perverse pleasure passed over him, the psychological pleasure of
having a young boy, a child in his mind, engaging in an act that adults
considered perverse for anyone to be engaged in, and which adults held as
taboo for anyone other than adults. Seeing the pleasure in the boy's eyes
and knowing the pleasure that was pulsating through the boy's little
cocklet brought the demon lord even more pleasure than the physical
stimulation of his anus and his prostate. Bobby was stimulating them of
course, and the pleasure rippling through his hard, irritated gland and the
itching of his asshole added to the mental pleasure of being fucked by a
twelve-year-old boy. He knew the pleasure the boy was feeling was physical
and mental also, the friction of his stiff, itching cocklet as it eased in
and out of his body and the heat and moistness of his rectum combining with
the psychological pleasure of fucking someone up the ass. That that
someone was the Prince of the Underworld had to be an added pleasure.
It was, and Bobby grinned happily as he worked his hips to and fro.
He was fucking Satan! He was fucking the most powerful demon in, well, in
hell. Not only that, he was making the fucker feel good. He could tell
from the way he was clenching his ass each time he drew back, and he could
tell from the way the man's dick was swelling, and he could tell especially
from the look in his eyes. He had seen that look in the eyes of plenty of
others he'd had sex with, men and boys, willing and unwilling. It was
fucking awesome, and as Satan's dick rose, Bobby leaned forward, brushing
the long, rising tube of meat with his bare chest. He looked into Satan's
eyes and grinned, and he began to fuck furiously, ramming his little boy
dick in and out of the man's hole and rubbing his smooth chest against the
man's now rock hard and burning hot cock.
It was not long before he felt the tension in his loins building, but
Bobby had no intention of slowing down and making this last. He wanted to
get off, and he wanted to get off now. He grunted and snorted and sucked
in the warm air as humped furiously, working toward his climax. When it
hit he trembled violently, his thighs going weak and his entire body
jerking, as if his cock, clenched tightly in Satan's asshole and unable to
jerk, had transferred the impulse to the rest of his body. The boy's
violent, dry orgasm and total abandon brought Satan over the brink, and he
trembled as his balls contracted and he shot his load, spraying both his
own body and that of the twelve-year-old bouncing spasmodically between his
legs. His cock jerked and sprayed out his seed, sending ropes of cum
between them, lacing his hairy chest and Bobby's smooth body. Thick creamy
streamers of cum spurted out of the thick cannon and sprayed across the
youngster's heaving chest, lacing his little nipples and dripping down on
the hot, hairy body below him.
"Totally fuckin' wicked," Bobby sighed, collapsing on top of the demon
lord and laying there totally inert, his body rising and falling as Satan
gasped for breath and his chest rose and fell. What Bobby had verbalized,
he too was feeling.
There was one task left, and for this one, Satan had no intention of
starting cold. Laying back on the bed, he bent his legs to bring his feet
up close to his rear. Then pouring a generous amount of the oil in the
palm of his right hand, he dipped the fingers of his left hand in the pool,
coating the tips. Grasping his flaccid organ, he began to massage it in
much the same way as he'd massaged Benny's, coating it with the oil and
massaging the oil into the shaft and knob. At the same time, as he set up
a rhythm with his right hand, he stroked his anus with his fingertips as
he'd stroked Brent's. As he increased the length of his penile strokes and
his penis began to engorge with blood once again, he relaxed his anal
muscle and pushed against his anus with his forefinger. It entered slowly
and he twisted and turned it around, stretching and then relaxing his
muscle.
Continuing with the rhythm he'd established stroking his now almost
stiff cock, he withdrew his index finger and inserted both it and his
middle finger, again penetrating slowly and taking time to relax and
prepare his butt. Although he normally had others to stroke him off and to
play with his ass, among other pleasures some of which only those who were
condemned to hell would know, he did on occasion enjoy amusing himself, and
jerking off while stimulating his ass with his fingers, or with any number
of dildos in the drawers beside the bed, was one of his favourites. He
also, on occasion enjoyed sucking himself off, and could spend hours
teasing and coaxing out his pre-cum before going down on himself. Fucking
himself with his own cock was not one those pastimes, and indeed was not
something he'd ever done before, but he had sworn an oath, and he was going
to keep it.
Now fully erect, he grasped his huge, rubber-like penis and slowly
drew it down between his legs. Unlike the cock of mortals, it was
flexible, much like his tail, and while men could contract their groin
muscles and make their cock jerk, he had much greater control of its
movement. He could change its shape also, making it narrower and longer,
but he hadn't for Brent, and he had no intention of doing it for himself.
It was the shape and size he liked it, as God had created it millennia ago
when He had created the universe and all that was in it.
So, gradually bending it into a loop, he placed the lubricated tip
against his loosened hole and with his groin muscles and the help of his
hand, he pressed it forward, pushing gently and firmly and relaxing his
anus. He eased his cock up his ass slowly, gradually feeling the hard
slope of his knob forcing open his sphincter until finally it was past the
thick muscle and sitting inside his soft, moist rectum. He allowed it to
rest there, in part to accustom his rectum with its size, in part to allow
the irritation of the glans to subside, and in part to get accustomed to
the bend in his penis. His anal ring burned with the stretching, but he
knew that once he began to work his cock in and out of his body the burning
would turn to pleasure.
Having grown use to his knob in the lower cavity of his rectum, he
grasped his cock farther along the shaft and began to ease it in, much as a
man might ease a rubber hose up his anus. Once past his sphincter his cock
penetrated his rectum easily, and he slowly pushed the thick organ up his
asshole, inch by inch, the loop of the rubbery organ growing tighter as he
eased more and more of his cock into himself. He trembled with the
pleasant pleasure as his swollen knob grazed past his prostate and he
paused and slowly worked it back and forth across the firm lump. He
relaxed further, pushing out with his anus, opening it as he continued to
ease his hose in until he had it bent as far as he could, his thick organ
pressing against his large, hairy balls and causing them to bulge out on
either side of it.
He then began to fuck himself. Grasping the shaft of his cock still
sticking out of his ass as he pushed out with his hips, he raised his body,
drawing himself up off his cock. He continued to push up, pushing his body
higher off the bed and exposing more and more of the thick, red, heavily
veined shaft. He then slowly eased himself down, still grasping his looped
cock, easing himself back down on his own organ. And so he rode his cock,
easing his body up and down by flexing his leg muscles, riding the thick
shaft and causing his knob to ease up and down his moist channel, brushing
against his prostate and sending ripples of stimulation through his groin.
He worked slowly, in part because it was necessary considering the
connection, and in part to enjoy the act. It was perverse, and it was
filthy, and it was even humiliating, but it was also erotic and highly
stimulating, and if he had to do it, he might just as well enjoy it. As he
felt the tension developing in his groin, he raised his hips, arching his
body off the bed until his thick dick had slid out and just the knob was
embedded up his ass. Releasing his cock and holding his hips up by cupping
his hands under his buttocks, he flexed his groin muscles, driving his cock
up his ass. He relaxed and his cock eased out. He flinched again, harder,
driving his cock another inch deeper than before, and again relaxed and it
eased back out. Flexing his groin muscles and constricting his pelvic
muscles, he worked his cock in still deeper.
Developing a rhythm, he constricted and relaxed his muscles, working
his cock in and out his body. Over and over he flexed his groin muscles
and relaxed, sending his knob back and forth across his prostate. He
constricted the muscles controlling his cock, much as a dog would constrict
the muscles controlling its tail, and drove his cock up his asshole. He
relaxed and it eased out. The friction of his cock against his anus and
his prostate sent tremors of pleasure through his groin and his dickhead
itched with arousal as he eased in and out of his shithole. His long,
arrow-pointed tail began to sway back and forth with the pleasure, and as
the pleasure increased, so did the speed of his tail.
The four Brewster boys glanced at each other and grinned, not with
amusement or derision, but with the delight of the rare sight of seeing
someone fucking himself, and not just anyone, but the Prince of Demons, the
most powerful being on the underworld.
They reached down as one and squeezed their own stiff dicks as they
watched. By this time Satan was furiously fucking his ass, working his
cock in and out of his hole as fast as he could, the pressure in his groin
growing greater and greater and his tail whipping faster and faster until
at last he erupted, his tight round nuts, reminding the boys of the nuts on
a dog laying on his back, constricting and his cum shooting out them,
through the loop of his cock, and up his own rectum. Hot, thick demon seed
shot deep up his asshole, burning and flowing as only demon seed can. He
held his hips in the air a long time, allowing his balls to empty
themselves and enjoying the immense pleasure of ejaculation before finally
withdrawing his cock. He had paid his debt to the four boys.
Several more hours passed before the boys, happy grins on their faces,
slipped on their winter clothes and followed Satan to their toboggan. They
had met the challenge of the four tasks set out for them, and Satan had
followed through with his promises, and then some. The extra had come as a
surprise, but as Satan had explained, they would not necessarily ever see
him again. Contrary to his expectation, instead of turning one of God's
faithful away from Him and incurring His wrath, they had made Lucas turn
against the false teachings of an oppressive church and a tyrannical,
obsessed minister. The young Kansas boy sincerely believed that the boys
had really been sent to him by God, a loving and compassionate God, to show
him that he was being guided up the wrong path. He was now even more
fervent in his belief in God, and in the Christian principles of tolerance
and kindness to one's neighbours, and had vowed to campaign for the rights
of gay youth not just in his community and state, but in the country, and
beyond, starting with his own pro-gay website.
"Mom and Dad are sure going to be relieved to see us," observed Brent
as they prepared to leave.
"How we gonna explain where we been all this time?" asked Benny.
"Just how long have we been gone?" Brett asked, looking up at Satan.
"It does not matter," he replied. "I will send you back, say half an
hour later than the time you fell into the hole that brought you here."
"You can time travel too?" asked Bobby, his eyes full of admiration.
Being a devil in the afterlife was not that bad of a deal. It certainly
was something worth thinking about, though he doubted if he'd get his
parent's permission.
"Yes," Satan responded, reaching down and tousling the cherub's thick,
dark brown hair.
"Then, if it's just half an hour later," said Brett, thinking out
loud, "then nothing that happened while we were here will really have
happened."
"Time is relative when you have all of eternity," Satan responded.
"Thirty minutes of your time could easily be several days here."
"Then the things we did here, and what we did with Lucas, will really
have happened?"
"Yes."
"You're fucking awesome," Bobby announced, wrapping his arms about
Satan's waist and giving him a huge hug.
With that he waved his arm and the four boys disappeared. With a
sigh, and with a resolve, he turned and went seeking the five denizens of
the lower world that had been the cause of all this. On one hand he should
award them for having brought the Brewster boys to him, but on the other,
they should be punished for having wrongfully trapped the boys. The latter
idea sounded far more enjoyable, and he did have to find another amusement
for the next millennium.
"Well," said Brenda as she greeted her boys as they tramped into the
house, bringing half the snow from outside in with them. "I was beginning
to wonder if I'd have to send your father out looking for you. It's
getting cold out there. Where in heaven's name have you been all this
time?"
The boys looked at each other, and with a huge grin, chorused, "Oh, to
heck and back."
"I beg your pardon?" Brenda asked, raising her eyebrow, their response
bordering on the insolent.
"Can we have some hot chocolate?"
"And there any cookies?"
"Or Christmas fruit cake?"
"I love fruit cake," Bobby observed, emphasizing the word fruit as he
grinned impishly at his brothers.
"What sort of fruit you like best?" teased Benny.
"I like all fruits," Bobby responded gleefully.
"Well, get out of those wet clothes first," Brenda said. "And while
you do I'll get your hot chocolate."
"Don't forget the cookies," called Brent as they headed for their
room.
"And the fruit cake," added Bobby.
As the boys stripped and put on dry clothes, Brett claimed nibs on
using the phone to call Cam, with Brent claiming seconds to call Billy.
Benny and Bobby similarly were eager to phone their best buddies and could
not wait to get some private time together to show them some new tricks.
As they headed for the family room, they also observed that they'd have to
check out Lucas's new web site. Then, snuggling down together with hot
chocolate and cookies before the blazing fireplace, they gazed at the
dancing flames and thought about their latest adventure.