Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2017 23:12:53 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Son of Satan, Chapter 1

			       SON OF SATAN
				    BY
		  Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

DISCLAIMER: This story, in its enterity, consists of a number of sins: both
gay and straight sex, including with minors, incest, mind-control, devil
worship, drug and alcohol use.  If you find this objectionable, do not
read.  If you find this erotic, please enjoy.

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					ONE

	Mr. Stolas's secretary was irritated by the last minute appointment
until she saw the boy in the lobby.  Clearly he was only in hislate teens
but he possessed a certain something that made her desire him, even though
she knew it was wrong.  Well, not too wrong she reasoned. He was clearly
young but tall and beautiful and obviously sensual.  Every movement
betrayed it.  Curly, dark hair over olive skin and almond eyes graced his
regular and handsome features.  The boy was fit and lean.

	He introduced himself politely as Josh Abaddon and asked to see
Mr. Stolas.  His beauty was such that she didn't stop to wonder why a
teenage boy would rate an appointment with a senior partner at the largest
and most prestigious law firm in the South.  Flushed, she showed him the
way and even let him walk slightly ahead of her.  The better to observe his
perfect ass.  As they walked down past associates and clerks, she could
tell that others, both women and men, were noticing him as went past.  At
the corner office, she showed him in directly as Mr. Stolas had insisted
on.

	"Mr. Abbadon, George Stolas."  The older man said, striding
confidently across the sleek glass and stainless steel furnished office.
"That'll be all, thank you." He said to his secretary.

	Josh went to sit in one of modern chairs in front of Stolas's glass
covered desk.  "She was annoyed that she was missing her daily fucking.  Of
course, right now she's fantasizing about me."

	Stolas sank into his executive chair and leaned back, putting his
hands behind his head.  He was lean, muscular, distinguished looking man,
his gray hair marking him as being in his 50's.  "Of course, we could
always invite her back in and do her together.  She likes it in the ass."

	"For that I prefer boys."

	"That's understandable.  Joshua Abaddon, that's a nice touch.
Yeshua.  I wonder if anyone gets the irony in this secular age?"

	"Not really.  Are you certain about the boy?" Josh asked.

	"Of course, I haven't tried to make contact myself.  The
information came from one of my sons.  He's a principal at a middle school
in the southern part of the state.  Needless to say, he's been useful in
that position.  It seems that the boy has been having discipline problems
lately.  When the boy was brought in, he recognized the boy's powers
instantly.  At least the strength of them.  He doesn't know the importance
that is placed on him."

	Josh looked idly away, considering the information.  "Well, the
discipline problems are only going to get worse as he gets older.  Who's he
living with now?"

	Stolas picked up a file and glanced.  "An elderly couple, not
family interestingly.  No mention of the mother."

	"That's because the fucking cunt is dead.  I killed her personally
a few months after she left. She had all ready passed him off by then."

	Stolas grinned.  "I was wondering about your personal interest.
You seemed an odd choice for this task.  No offense, mind you.  You are
obviously talented in your particular role.  It was just odd."

	"You think that I failed by killing her and not finding him?  My
instructions were simply to kill her.  I wasn't looking for him. "  Josh
told him coldly.  He was a professional, after all.  "My instructions from
Sonneillon now are to find the boy, lead him back into the fold or kill
him.  That was why I was selected: the possibility that he might need to be
eliminated."

	Stolas was surprised by that.  It made sense.  The boy, like both
he and Abaddon, was practically immortal, and in one sense absolutely
immprtal.  It would take a powerful killer to overcome him.  "Well, who am
I to argue with the right hand of the Master?  You can count on whatever
assistance you require."

	"What name does the boy go by?"

	"Theo Carter.  Here is the file with everything we have. By the
way, if you need company while you are in town, I'm sure we can round up a
selection for you."

	"Thank you," Josh said. "But I'll be heading out tomorrow and I
have a boy waiting for me in the hotel."

	Stolas knew it already.  The boy waiting was nephilim, a
descendant.  Although young, sex would not be a mystery to him and his
libido would be strong, a measure of the strong need that both Abaddon and
Stolas felt.  And not just nephilim, either.  Several times over the last 8
generations, Josh had sired a child that was this one's ancestor.  The boy,
who was named Swth, was the child of Josh's faithful servant and son,
Terence.  The mother was also Josh's child by another woman.  That sort of
breeding was common among their kind.  It made for loyal and capable
workers and devoted followers.  The kind that accepted the benefits and
obligations of their station.

	When he got back to the Wyndam, Terence had his son ready. He was
naked on the bed with an erection.  Seth was skinny and narrowed shouldered
in the way 14 year old boys are but his dick was man-sized.  It was a
minimum of 8 inches and uncut, of course.  Their Master rejected the
covenant that required circumcision.  His skin was the color of light
fudge, of vague ethnicity, Arab perhaps or Brazilian.

	Josh entered the room and saw the boy lightly stroking his stiff
penis.  Terence was in the chair, dressed and waiting.  Josh entered the
suite and began to pull of his clothes.

	"I'm burning.  Are you staying?"  Josh asked Terence.  "I smell the
sex.  Who was she?"

	"Some bitch" Terence answered, shrugging his broad powerful
shoulders.  "We fucked her while you were gone. "

	"Fine.  Better, in fact.  I'm too fucking horny for foreplay.  I'm
just going to fuck you and get off, okay?

	"Yes, Master" Seth answered meekly.

	   He got on his hands and knees on the bed, arched his back and
waited for it. Josh stripped off and lubed up his erect penis before
slapping some in and around the boy's twitching asshole.  Terence stayed in
the chair and watched as his son got violated.  Josh steadied himself and
pushed it in.  Seth gulped as he was filled up but his hard prick twitched.
Josh reached around and began to stroke it as he began to fuck his ass.

	Seth enjoyed it.  He wanted it.  Every second, he enjoyed it more.
Of course, Josh had not just penetrated his rectum but his mind. It was
almost involuntary, borne of many untold thousands of sexual encounters
that Josh had.  Even as he fucked his ass, Josh was rummaging around the
boy's limbic system.  He activated a pleasurable memory or two, massaged
his sexual arousal, forced the release of testosterone. He was maestro at
it, skillfully manipulating the boy even as he planned the way forward with
another boy, Theo Carter.  Just the name was an insult.  Josh shook it off.
He needed the sex. He physically needed it.  Seth's mind was completely
open to him.  There was no work involved.  Because it wasn't the first time
that Josh had been in there, Seth was growing even more compliant each
time.

	As he slide back and forth, pounding the boy's ass savagely, Josh
looked up to see Terence masturbating himself.  Nephilim by their very
nature have overactive sex drives but repeated mind fucks left them
permanently hypersexual.  But even at that, Terence's libido was only a
fraction of Josh's. Josh began to be suffused with his own pleasure and
transmitted it undiluted to the boy and overflowing to Terence.  Both of
them began to feel the intense orgasmic fever that would only burn hotter
and hotter until they couldn't take it anymore.  Both father and son shoot
within seconds of each other but the orgasm didn't fade away because Josh
was only building to his climax.  Terence struggled to breathe and fell
back into the chair as Seth sank weakly down, the pleasure being almost
unendurable.  Finally, pounding the boy's ass hard, Josh cried out and
filled the rectal vault with his hot seed.

	It took several minutes for the orgasm to fade.  Both Terence and
Seth were spent but Josh rapidly regained his strength. He sprung up from
bed and went to make himself a drink.  Pouring one for each of them, Josh
said, "I'm giving Seth to the boy.  He'll need a servant."

	Terence was pleased.  There was no higher calling for a nephilim
than to be a body servant.