Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 19:10:50 PST
From: David Steeves <gangreljeremy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Contract

THE CONTRACT

	I'm not sure what made me go into a chatroom called "GaySatan."
Maybe it was my lifelong curiosity about the occult; maybe I was just too
horny for my own good, and I was looking for something a little more exotic
than usual.  Whatever it was, after a few minutes, I realized that this was
just a glorified S&M channel.  I was about to leave the room, when I
received a private message from someone calling himself "FatherLucifer."
Weird, I thought.  Since when can people use that many letters for their
nick?  Must be a system administrator.
	"What do you want most in life?" the message read.
	I thought for a moment, and with a mischievous grin, responded
"Power."
	"What kind of power?"
	"I've always wanted to learn how to work magic.  Real magic, not
just stuff like Tarot readings.  I want to be able to manipulate things and
people."  Funny how you can open up about your darkest fantasies when you
know you'll never meet the person at the other end of the conversation.
	"That can be arranged."
	I had barely finished reading his response when I was
unceremoniously logged off.  "Damn!" I shouted.  "Not again!  And just when
things were getting interesting."  I tried to reconnect a few times but got
nothing but busy signals.
	By this time, I was so frustrated that I'd totally forgotten about
jerking off and decided that it was time for bed.  I'd gotten out of all of
my clothes except for my boxers, when there was a knock at my apartment
door.  I looked out the peephole and saw the face of an Adonis.  He was
around 21, had short, dark, perfectly styled hair, cheekbones that looked
as if they were chiseled from stone, and the biggest, greenest eyes I'd
ever seen.  I momentarily debated putting on clothes, but decided against
it.  I'd been working out for a while and for the first time in my life, I
enjoyed being seen with my shirt off.  I opened the door and got my first
look at him in full.  His skin-tight black T-shirt barely contained his
muscular chest, and I could count his washboard abs through the fabric.
His equally tight black leather pants did nothing to conceal a sizeable
package, obviously unconfined by underwear.  I tore my gaze away, and as I
looked him in the eyes, he flashed me a cocky smile that told me he knew
exactly how hot he was.
	"You must be Dave," he said in a beautiful baritone voice.  He
looked me up and down, and his smile told me that I met with his approval.
I was fighting to keep myself from getting a hard-on, and I knew that it
wouldn't be long before I lost that fight.
	"Yeah.  Do I know you?"  I knew damn well I'd never laid eyes on
this stud before, or I'd remember him.
	"Father Lucifer sent me," he replied.  I took a step back in shock,
and he strode past me into my living room near the entrance to my bedroom.
"You're cute," he added, and chuckled as he backed around the corner and
into my bedroom.  Stunned as I was, I still couldn't help wishing I
could've gotten a good look at his ass.  I debated running out the door,
but I just had to find out what was happening.  I closed the door and
walked cautiously into my bedroom to find him lying on my bed with his
hands behind his head.  My eyes were drawn first to his powerful biceps,
then to his rippling chest, and then to the sheet of paper lying on top of
his crotch.
	"It's your contract," he said.  "One month trial period in which I
teach you whatever you can learn about magic, with no strings attached.
And if you're a fast learner, we'll have plenty of time for recess."  He
flashed me that smile again and practically bored a hole in me with his
eyes.  I blissfully surrendered to my libido and stood there unabashedly
with my hard-on trying to burst out of the boxers.
	"I don't have to sell my soul or anything," I asked.  Even with the
possibility of fulfilling my life- long dream in front of me, I could
barely think of anything but servicing this gorgeous man in my bed.
	He chuckled again.  "Read it for yourself."
	I walked over to him and picked up the contract, revealing his
now-erect cock straining against the leather pants.  It was at least nine
inches long, and undoubtedly the thickest I'd ever seen.  His pants were
unbuttoned and partially unzipped, practically beckoning me to unzip them
all the way and service him right then and there.  I backed away, and with
considerable effort, I tore my eyes away from his crotch and started
reading the contract.
	CONTRACT BETWEEN LORD SATAN AND PETITIONER
	"Are you a top or a bottom, Dave?" he asked.
	My attention was immediately back on him as I sheepishly replied,
"Top."
	"Too bad.  You've got a nice ass."  I struggled to find a reply,
when he added with a laugh, "Read your contract."
	LORD SATAN SHALL PROVIDE PETITIONER WITH ACCESS TO THE TUTELAGE OF
	AN INSTRUCTOR IN THE BLACK ARTS EACH DAY FOR A PERIOD OF ONE MONTH.
	SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED LESSONS SHALL RESULT IN SEXUAL REWARDS FROM
	THE INSTRUCTOR.
	While I was reading this paragraph, he got out of bed and stood
behind me, close enough for me to feel his body heat and his breath.  He
was wearing some kind of cologne that I couldn't recognize, masculine yet
subtle, which, combined with the smell of his leather, sent my mind
reeling.  "You don't mind if I read over your shoulder, do you?" he
crooned.
	I gulped.  "No.  Not at all."
	IN EXCHANGE, PETITIONER SHALL REFRAIN FROM ALL PIOUS ACTS, INCLUDING,
	BUT NOT LIMITED TO, CHURCH ATTENDANCE, PRAYER, AND BIBLE READING.
	PETITIONER SHALL NOT REVEAL THE EXISTENCE OF THIS CONTRACT OR HIS
	INSTRUCTOR OR ANY OTHER MATTERS PERTAINING TO HIS DEALINGS WITH LORD
	SATAN.
	I could feel his breath against my ear as he asked, "All done?"  He
reached around my waist and started rubbing one finger against my crotch
bulge.
	There was nothing below that but a small box where there would
ordinarily have been a place to sign, so I said, "Yes."
	Like a flash, he took the contract from my hand and started kissing
my neck as he forced me towards my bed.  As I braced my hands against the
foot of my bed, I felt him pull down my shorts and enter my eager asshole.
It should have been impossible for me to take such a huge cock,
inexperienced as I was, yet it not only slid in without resistance, but
gave me pleasure I'd never known before.  I was begging him to fuck me
harder and faster, and the more he did, the bigger his cock seemed to swell
within me.  He reached around me with his powerful arms and began running
his sharp nails against my chest.  It should have been painful, but the
sensation only added to my ecstasy.  I knew then that I would give anything
to feel his touch in any way.  I have no idea how long this continued
before I felt his dick pulse as he shot his load inside me.  Even though I
wanted to be him not to pull out, I took some comfort in the knowledge that
part of him was still inside me.
	"Well now my dick's all dirty," he said. I couldn't stand the
thought that I had soiled his perfect body, so I spun around, fell to my
knees and immediately began licking him clean.  I ran my tongue up and down
his shaft, then took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it.  I
was rewarded by a second huge load of cum shooting into my mouth, which I
hungrily swallowed.  It was sweet and salty, and I could have stayed there
on my knees eating his cum all night.  I'd have licked it up off the floor
if any of it had fallen.
	When his orgasm was complete, he asked, "So, are you ready to
sign?"  He pulled the contract out of his back pocket.  I noticed that
through all of this, he hadn't dropped his pants, just taken out his
magnificent cock.
	"Yes!" I exclaimed immediately and began looking around frantically
for a pen.
	He chuckled.  "You don't need a pen to sign it; just a drop of your
blood in the box at the bottom."  I realized then that my chest was
bleeding from the scratches he'd made, so I ran my fingertip across the
scratch and took the contract with him.  I couldn't believe how lucky I
was, so I looked at the contract again to reassure myself that this was
really happening.  My eyes happened to fall on a line in the middle of the
final paragraph reading:
	PETITIONER SHALL SURRENDER HIS SOUL TO LORD SATAN.
	That wasn't there before!  He must have switched contracts while he
was fucking me!  I stood up and kissed him more passionately than I've ever
kissed anyone before.  He was surprised at first given how submissively I'd
been acting towards him, but he responded in kind.  I nearly lost myself in
that kiss, but somehow as I ran my hands along his back down to his ass, I
remembered what I was looking for.  As I grabbed his perfect ass, I felt
the contract I had been given to read.  I pulled out the contract and
before he could stop me, I pressed my bloody finger against the box.
	At first he seemed horrified that I'd outwitted him, but then he
just started chuckling again.  "I guess you learned your first lesson," he
said.  He touched my still-erect dick with his fingertip and I shot my load
clear across the room.  The pleasure was so intense I collapsed on the
floor at his feet.  "The boss is gonna be pissed, but he does keep his
bargains.  I'll see you tomorrow."  He knelt beside me and kissed me gently
on the lips.  I was too exhausted to respond, and as he turned to leave I
fell blissfully asleep and dreamed of many more lessons to come.