Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 23:55:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Caught in the Middle

			   CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I sat up, blinked, and looked around. "Where am I?" I asked nobody in
particular.
     A barren plain, except for the short but lush grass upon it. Above
that, were clouds, though all were white, they blocked out any hint of
blue. All I could see was the grass and the clouds. Pleasant, but...dull.
     I stood up. Naked. I was completely naked. It wasn't hot or cold,
there was no wind and I wasn't uncomfortable. Looked all around. "Where in
the world am I?" I asked again to nobody.
     But I was answered. "You are in the part between."
     "Between what?" I looked around. I wasn't seeing who was talking, but
it was just a person's voice.
     "Between the two possible destinations of a person's spirit after
their demise."
     "Demise? You mean I'm dead?"
     "You have departed the realm of existence in which you used to abide."
     "I'm dead? I'm dead!" I was still trying to get a handle on things, as
you can imagine. "But...but how? I mean, I don't remember doing anything
that could make me...die!"
     "No spirit ever recalls the final moments." the voice assured me. "It
would traumatize what is meant to be a peaceful existence in these realms."
     "So where is here?" I asked.
     "The place between. The place you will choose your final destination."
     "Desti-- You mean Heaven or Hell?"
     "Call it instead the realm of those who chose what you would call good
and what you would call evil. But you need the metaphors, and I understand
that. I shall take a form you can understand."
     "And with that, he was standing before me. An angel. Curly blond hair,
a beautiful yet masculine face, a finely shaped body covered by a gossamer
gown that obscured the form beneath but did not entirely shield it from my
eyes, he was unclothed below that single cloth, and on his shoulder blades
extended the most beautiful pair of white wings.
     "Wow!" I breathed. "You're an angel?"
     "I am the representative from the realm of good." he affirmed, still
avoiding the words I chose.
     "Okay." I took a deep breath. "So now what happens?"
     "Your spirit is the sum experience of all you did or said or thought
in your life. Ordinarily, they either convey you to my realm unassisted or
pass you to the other realm. But your life was lived in such a balance
between the two that neither one can prevail. So you are caught, as I said,
in the part between."
     "Purgatory?"
     "That is your term for it."
     "So...how do I get out of it?"
     "You must choose your destination."
     "I get a choice?"
     My angel smiled, as if he understood. "You must choose by more than
words. It is the spirit that chooses by its actions. Until it chooses, you
are caught here, in the middle."
     "Caught in the middle. Okay, so how do I get my spirit to choosing?"
     "In this middle place, the days and nights are as they are in your
prior realm. Both I and the representative from the realm you would call
evil shall spend alternative days with you, until your spirit makes its
choice."
     I thought this over. It sort of matched what I understood from my
childhood catechism about Purgatory. "So this is my day to be swayed by the
forces of good."
     "I intend to do my best to make your spirit crave only that which
belongs to the realm of good."
     "And how will you do that?" I asked. Genuinely curious, remember, we
had the two of us, a grassy meadow that went on forever, and a sky covered
in white fluffy clouds, and nothing else. How was he going to do anything
but start a new round of catechism lessons on me, and I hadn't paid a lot
of attention to the first round, or I wouldn't be here.
     But he smiled, his body grew slightly in size and breadth until he was
a couple inches taller than me, much more masculine, and very more
muscular. And the gossamer gown and wings vanished entirely. Around us
suddenly appeared a sort of pavilion, surrounded by columns and topped by a
marble-tiled roof, floored with more marble in delicate designs. And a
large, round bed.
     And my "angel" was sporting a rather prominent and enticing
erection. A good nine or ten inches of beautifully shaped, delectable,
delicious dong! I ogled it and felt my own prong rising and felt worried
about that.
     But the angel smiled and his hand reached out and grasped my
prick. His body glistened in beauty, arced with lights that came from
nowhere save to enhance his glory, and he knelt onto one knee, and his head
and back bent as he leaned over toward me and my eyes widened as his face,
that perfect face, those perfect lips, reached and opened and his mouth
closed upon me and slid down in a blast of blissful delight like the best
moment of sex I'd ever had, only this one was pre-chosen, pre-selected and
deliberately given to me.
     I moaned and he moved up and down upon my prong a time or two more and
then released me, stood again. I didn't have to ask, he smiled and
acquiesced, and I got to my own knees and enveloped that magnificent pud
and suckled it and it was the taste of maleness and vigor and virility and
life and I closed my eyes and just relished the essential flavor.
     But again my angel interrupted this after a time. "We have the entire
day." he said to me. "Let me show you the rest of the pleasures of my
realm."
     He led me by my hand to the bed, an altar of delight awaiting me as
the sacrificial lamb. "I thought that angels didn't have sex." I ventured.
     He turned to me and smiled as he guided me around his elegantly formed
body so I could sit upon the bed. "And why should the realm of good deny
that which is the essential expression of goodness?" he asked, and I had no
answer for that.
     He coaxed me into lying prone upon the bed and then from his hands,
without prior application and without becoming exhausted, his hands plied
warm oils upon my body. The bedding was velvet soft, yet the oil did not
cling to it at all, but stayed upon my body as he oiled my entire body in
slow, experienced, motions that excited my flesh the way that sex excited
my cock.
     So when he had me totally oiled all over, and I was as pliant as a
fully cooked spaghetti noodle, he placed more of that unending oil upon my
prick, pumped it back to full rigidity (it had waned a tad over the long
oiling) and then climbed upon me and sent my prod into that heavenly
sphincter that lurked between his buttocks, unused and unsoiled, existing
only for this moment, to permit me to enter his body, and as I penetrated
him, he raised his face toward heaven and he sighed.
     An endless time of joy started them and continued, as he rode my body
to delight upon delight, and as he slowed, I rolled the two of us over on
the bed and his arms and legs held me in rapturous pleasure as I fucked his
heavenly ass as he rewarded me both with the pleasure of his ass milking at
my prick and enhancing my growing delight and the sounds of joy from his
lips, his voice, his eyes, his face, his body, all said that I was his most
perfect of lovers and that he wanted to do this with me forever and ever
and ever.
     And the climax that held itself off for the longest time was a part of
that, my body wasn't in any hurry, for this was the realm in which I would
reside the remainder of eternity, the first realm was only a kind of
sorting-house, in which those who chose their own selfish pleasures could
differentiate themselves from those who chose to rejoice in the pleasures
of others as well, and that was the essential difference between the two
choices, and he was giving me that pleasure and every other one that two
bodies working in concert could provide.
     Yet as it always does and always will, the moment of orgasm arrived. I
felt my body's joy rising to a shrieking crescendo and my back arced and I
drove myself deeply into that divine ass, and I howled and I climaxed, my
ejaculation poured out of me and into him and as that hot salty flood hit
him, he clutched me tightly and his beautiful face twisted into a rapturous
frieze and he reciprocated by squirting hot love-lava all over my chest and
stomach. My joy abated, the sun of my delight eclipsed once more and I fell
onto his body, panting heavily. But this was only for a moment, and then he
roused and his hands sought my body again and my pleasure continued...
     Throughout that day and into the evening, my angel did everything to
show me the joys that awaited my spirit if it would but choose to go with
him. We ate meals for he assured me that food in all its perfection was a
part of his realm, and there were legions of angels who spent their entire
time preparing the feasts there, of which here he could bring but a small
sampling. And of many other things, he gave me such samples, for not only
the delights of sex were a part of his realm.
     I slept that night in such a blissful state of relaxation that it was
wonderful as heaven itself must be. I wonder if my spirit did in fact take
a short visit there, for every dream was peaceful and happy and good, good,
good!
     But when I woke, it was all...different. The grassy meadow was now
barren rock and the clouds were dark and ominous-feeling. My bed was now a
simple outcropping of flat stone, I didn't need to be told that this was
the day of my dealing with the forces of evil. "Hello?" I called
out. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
     "I am here." came the voice and it was only a voice, though deeper and
somehow harder than the voice of the day before.
     I gulped hard and said, "I know that this is the day that the forces
of evil get to show me everything that exists in their realm. I know that
my spirit must decide between that and the realm of good."
     "It is not evil and good." the voice responded. "Those are your words,
not ours."
     "I know that, too." I said, swallowed again. "But they're the only
words I have."
     "Then I need to show you new words." the voice said.
     I felt him manifest behind me but didn't have time to turn before the
hands grabbed me.
     Rough hands, with claws that sunk painfully into my skin, not breaking
it, but hurting just the same. They turned me rather than letting me turn
and I looked up into a form a good foot and a half taller than
me. Reddish-brown in color, dark eyes that burned from within, a fiercesome
grin that was comprised of sharp teeth, a carnivore's mouth, set atop a
body that was heavily muscled, able to bear me down easily.
     "I am power, pride, greed and desire." the man told me as he bent me
backwards. I felt the stone "bed" at the back of my legs. "I am everything
that makes a man what he is, able to seize for himself and build himself up
an empire and make a fortune. I take what I want, and seek my own pleasure,
and if that brings your pleasure as well, then it does, but it doesn't
matter to me."
     "But you're supposed to convince me to..." I nattered.
     "A man does not need convincing. A man makes his own choices from what
is before him. To choose based upon another's machinations is the ultimate
folly. I'll do what I want, and you can see if this is what you want, too."
     He pushed me back onto the stone slab and then those heavy hands
grasped my legs and hauled them upwards to put my ass on a level with his
cock and...oh, my God! He's huge!
     "Wait a minute, I can't, I can't...."
     And without lubrication or heed to my entreaty, he thrust his cock
into my ass. It tore me roughly and hurt like hell. I was nothing but his
fuck-toy, for this day, I belonged to him and was his to do with as he
wanted. Oh, God, this was going to go on all day and.... Was my cock rising
up? It was!
     "See how your body knows that this is the proper venue of all
mankind?" the demon (maybe not, but what else could I call him?) said to me
as he thrust his schlong deeper and deeper into me, ripping me all the
way. "See how you respond to the power and the confidence and the
superiority that is me?"
     With hard, long thrusts in and out of my body, the demon rammed my
butt with his dong, and with every thrust, my body throbbed harder and
harder with my desire. Shit, this was raw sex, the pure, unadulterated
driving of two bodies, he was on top of me and ramming my ass and it was
take it or not, he didn't care, this was his pleasure he was thinking of
and if I got mine, too, fine, but not important. And somehow, that made all
this even hotter to me. Fuck me, yeah, you want me, don't you? His power
was my power, if I could take it from him, so take my body and give me that
power, I'll use it and build my own kingdom with it!
     "You like my cock in your ass, don't you?" he growled into my ear.
     "Yeah, oh, yeah!" I groaned. "Oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
     "Who cares!" the demon said. "I'm still a long way from shooting."
     I keened and sprayed my load onto the demon's body and my own, but he
never slowed or acknowledged my ecstasy, I writhed and moaned and squirted
my spunk onto the reddish-brown hairy stomach above me, and subsided,
sweaty and tired, but the fucking demon atop me kept right on plunging his
cock in and out of me.
     I couldn't believe it when my cock rose again as the demon approached
his own delight, my cock was hard and throbbing again by the time he roared
with a voice that shook the cosmos and hot demon spunk jetted into me, and
he howled in a climax far, far more energetic and it shook him in a way
that only the occasional orgasm hits a man, and he finished and collapsed
onto me, heavy as lead, and then rolled off and down on to the ground,
sobbing hard, spent beyond that of mortal man. He lay upon the ground, a
weak shell of his former self.
     And I sat up, hard cock begging to be spent once more, and his ass was
uppermost.
     Well, if his was the realm of selfish pleasure, then why the fuck not?
     I grabbed his ass then his flanks with my hands, and he stirred, but I
didn't hesitate, just drove my pud into his ass and he howled as I broke
and stole his ass-cherry.
     "Ah, you weak fool!" He groaned as I rammed my cock into him to the
hilt. "I can crush you with my bare hands and I will!"
     But my ass had healed itself already from his violation and I just
laughed. "You can, but I bet I can fuck you full first!"
     He stirred, drained heavily by his own climax but he was weak. That
meant I could and did take him as I wanted to. His ass was warm and
quivered around my thrusting dong like a slab of hot pudding, and I humped
him like an energetic rabbit, for his energy was building up once again and
if I didn't finish with him in a hurry, he was going to be able to throw me
off. I didn't know what would happen after that, but it probably wouldn't
be pleasant!
     So as he got himself to all fours and began to rise, my climax roared
through my body like a runaway freight train and I moaned and shot my wads
into him as he struggled upwards, and I was clinging to his lower back and
legs with my arms and legs and humping and squirting into him and he howled
in his rage at my successful violation.
     "You pitiful little man, you dared to fuck me!" He snarled as I
finished and fell a space of perhaps a half foot until my feet contacted
the ground again. "Do you know what you've done?"
     "Fucked a hot ass?" I grinned feebly at him.
     He snarled, and then, to my surprise, he laughed. "You belong with me
in my realm, all right! You're as much of a bastard as I am!"
     "You deserved it, fucking me hard like that." I retorted.
     "Maybe I did." he laughed again. "I should introduce you to a few of
your fellow humans that reside in my realm, then."
     And there they were, human men. Wearing collars around their necks,
with the leash leading up to his hand. "This is my friend." he told them as
he gestured to me. "He just finished fucking my ass, in fact, after I
fucked him. Get over there and lick him clean!"
     And the men scrambled to obey, eagerly lapping at my cock, at my ass,
at my stomach where I'd creamed on myself the first time. Their tongues
were hungry and thorough and he laughed as they licked my body clean. "Now
come serve your master." he ordered and they ran over to lick at his body.
     I let them get his cock clean and then I said, "That's enough of
that. You bitches let him go!"
     And such was the force of my command that they obeyed, whimpering.
     "What do you mean ordering my slaves away?" the demon demanded.
     "Because I want it." I growled and I knelt before him. "This is mine
whenever I want it, you got that?"
     The demon watched me licking at his cock, and he laughed
heartily. "It's yours, then." he said and the slaves disappeared. I sucked
that demon cock and loved it all the way up until he again rose to climax
and ejaculated his heavy load of seed into my mouth. I drank it all down
and the demon again sagged to his knees only this time, exhausted.
     I shoved my cock at his face and said, "Now it's your turn!" I didn't
know if he'd do it, but the demon's tongue began to lick and from there, it
was a short run to taking my cock in his mouth and slurping on me
lustily. He showed a real talent for it after he got the hang of it and his
teeth only scraped me occasionally, but I didn't care. I had tamed this
raging demon and I was going to enjoy doing him if it killed me!
     After that he dared to fuck me again with his old fury and I just
loved it, all of it. Those slaves would appear to clean us when he called
them, but on the main, it was me and him, two dominant males trading
dominance, taking our pleasure and then giving it to the other.
     On the whole, not a bad impression of Hell was left in my brain by the
end of the day. My dreams weren't nightmares that night, they were dreams
of power and greed and dominance. I slept all night on that bare rock,
which didn't bother me by then, for I was worn out by the sheer rawness of
the sex I'd had.
     The next day I awoke again to the green meadow and white clouds. I sat
up and looked about. "Hello? Hello?"
     My angel appeared again before me. Remembering how sweet and gentle a
lover he'd been, I felt a bit ashamed of myself. "Now you have seen both
our realms." he said. "You can see how they are quite different. Your
spirit still seems to be very much balanced in the middle, unable to rise
or to fall."
     "I have to admit that I like them both in different ways. Sometimes I
like it one way, sometimes I like it the other." I agreed. This didn't seem
a place to lie to anyone. "So what happens now on day three?"
     "We continue to show you our differences on alternate days. Time is
eternal. Sooner or later, you will select one place or the other. Until
then, you remain caught in the middle."
     "I guess." I said. "Now, where were we day before yesterday when you
had to go?"
     My angel smiled. "I was showing you some of the benefits to my
realm. Shall I continue?"
     "Yes, please."
     There were benefits to being caught in the middle. I intended to enjoy
it to the fullest.

				  THE END
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