Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2017 11:36:18 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Son of Satan chapter 3

			       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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				   THREE


	When his foster parents came home, they knew something had been up.
They didn't know the exact contours but they blamed him.  Their loathing of
him made a hard shell that he couldn't quite penetrate so Theo had to
endure their criticisms, accusations and punishments.  Their rejection of
him made him angrier and angrier.  He silently told himself that they would
pay for it, that they didn't know who they were messing with.

	He had been banished to his room, grounded without TV privileges
for 2 weeks.  It was after midnight when he heard their snoring.  Lately,
over the last few months, he had noted how little sleep he needed.  He had
never needed much but now even 2 hours was enough to leave him fully rested
and he could go for a couple of days without sleep if he wanted.  Sneaking
out at night had become a common thing for him to do.  Usually, he had
nothing much to do when he did sneak out but tonight he did.

	He searched out the address that Josh had given him.  He wanted to
find out about him.  The fact that Josh had the same power that he did, and
stronger and more practiced at that, was both alarming and intriguing.
Since it had started, he had never met anyone whose mind he couldn't
penetrate eventually.  Some maybe stronger than others but it was possible
with anyone.  Until Josh.  He was the first to completely block him and the
first to be able to do the same.  He had so many questions but didn't want
to just blurt them out.  It was better to spy on him, to get some idea.
See what kind of house Josh lived in or the kind of car he drove.  That
would give some idea.  What about his parents?  Were they the same?  Maybe
it was a gift handed down from parent to child.  He fantasized that maybe
they really were brothers and that he would be coming home.  The prodigal
son, in a way, returning to his family.  A family that loved him, that
didn't merely tolerate him.  That would be nice.

	The address was for a house not that far away, at the end of a
cul-de-sac, alone with new construction on either side.  As he pedaled his
bike up, Theo could hear the sound of music playing and the sound of
people.  There were maybe a dozen cars parked scattered around but in the
drive way was a BMW convertible.  It was blue and it was beautiful.  He
snuck around back but before he turned the corner, he sensed that there
were people there so he stopped.  The acrid smell of marijuana hung in the
air.  Theo concentrated trying to pick up the interior voices of the
members of the crowd.  There were girls and boys and everyone of them, to a
lesser or greater extent, was under the control of an outside power even if
they didn't realize it.  They were being bombarded with wave after wave of
sensuality.  They were responding.  The overall sense that Theo got was
pure carnality, even if he couldn't name it that. There were no parents, he
was sure.  Undecided whether to be happy or sad, Theoleft.  He knew he had
been right to seek it out.

	As soon as he could shake off the foster parents, Theo pedaled his
way back.  The answers he wanted were inside the house.  Josh had the
answers and he had to get them as subtly as he could.  The cars were still
there as he rode up even though it was late morning on a Saturday.
Somewhat hesitantly, Theo knocked on the door.

	A large, tattooed and muscular man in his thirties, shirtless,
answered the door.  Startled, Theo stammered that he wanted to see Josh.
The man shrugged and opened the door, inviting him in.  As Theo stepped
into the great room, there were people everywhere asleep.  All of them were
naked.  There were couples on the two couches and little knots of people in
various groups on the floor.  Boys with boys, boys with girls, girls with
girls, threesomes, foursomes.  The man pointed toward a bedroom and said
Josh was in there.

	It was the master bedroom and Josh was asleep in the bed with a
naked red-haired teenage girl on one side and a naked red-haired boy not
much older than Theo on the other side, sound asleep.  As Adam walked in,
Josh slumbered awake.

	"Wow.  It's amazing how much sleep they need," Josh said,
stretching and yawning.  "They sleep their life away.  It's brother and
sister, by the way.  I tried to get him to fuck her but he's totally queer.
There's a limit to what we do.  You can't make someone go against their
nature.  On the other hand, when you corrupt them it's because they wanted
to be corrupted."

	"Can I ask you some questions?"  Theo hesitated.

	"No."

	"Why not?"

	"Because you're going to want all the answers to all your questions
all at one time and I don't want to do that way.  You have a choice: we can
get high and I'll tell you what I want you to know right now or we can fuck
these two here.  You are horny, right?  It's been hours since you got
laid."

	"Well," THeo thought out loud.  "How about we talk now and then do
it with them later?"

	Josh laughed.  "That's a plan.  They need their beauty sleep
anyway. Come on, we'll go by the pool."

	As they walked out, Josh still naked, he grabbed a cedar box and a
pipe.  He pointed out the large muscular man, who has in a recliner with a
young black girl on top of him fucking, as his body man, Terence.  In the
corner was a almond colored boy of about 14 cuddling asleep with two blonde
girls.  Josh introduced him as Terence's son, Seth.  Theo instinctively
thought that was cool, a father and son at an orgy.  Outside, Josh sank
into a chaise lounge and lit up.

	"The fuckers you live with, they make you go to church?"

	"Yeah.  I hate it, though.  It's boring.  I hate them, too."  Theo
answered, sinking into another chair.  Josh handed him the pipe and lit the
bowl.  Theo coughed violently from the acrid smoke, which Josh found funny.
Theo for some reason was determined not to be pussy or a prude around Josh.
Whatever he wanted to do that violated his foster parents rules, Theo was
up for.

	"Do you believe it, though?  What they're selling, about God and
shit?"

	"I don't know, maybe."  Theo thought about it.  "They don't believe
it though, not like they say."

	"No.  So where is what I want to tell you.  Yes, you are special
and no, we are not the only ones.  There are a couple of hundred of us.
The nice thing about being us is that we don't have to obey any rules, well
not many.  We don't have to obey the usual rules, let's put it like that.
Do you remember last night when you asked if you should use a condom?  Let
me ask you a question: have you ever been sick?  Even had a cold?"

	Theo thought about it and couldn't remember ever having a cold or a
tummy ached.  "I broke my arm last year.  I fell out of a tree."

	"That's different.  You've never been sick and you're never going
to.  You're not going to catch a disease.  That's good point about being
us."  Josh said, sucking in more smoke.  "The downside is that it takes a
lot to make you high or drunk.  You really have to work at it.  For them,
to have sex three or four times a week is a lot.  For us, three or four
times a day is pretty much essential.  You probably figured that out all
ready, right?  You probably jack off that many times minimum. "

	"Yeah" Theo admitted.  "Where are your parents?"

	"Not here.  Don't live with them.  Don't even live here, really.  I
came here because of you."

	Theo was stunned.  "Why?"

	"Because you are one of us.  You're important to us.  I came here
to get you, to take you away from these boring shit."

	"Are we brothers?"  Theo asked, leaning toward him with an
expectant gaze.

	"Yeah.  Half-brothers.  We have the same father."

	"Who is he?"

	"I'm going to take you to meet him in a while.  But first, we're
going to have to make you disappear in a way that nobody misses you.  But
now that we've had our little chit chat, I think I want to go get laid.
You up for that, little brother?"

	"Yeah.  The boy, the one you said was queer, did you do it with him
too?" Theo asked, his dick twitching at the possibility.

	"Absolutely.  If you want him, you can have him.  The way we look
at it is that nothing you want to do sexually is wrong or forbidden.  You
can take what you want.  For us, whatever we want is normal.  You don't
have to be ashamed that you want to do the boy.  That's the way we are.  We
can't help it."

	Both of them had hair the color of carrots, head and pubes.  They
were freckled faced and fair.  Theo sensed that neither was a stranger to
nakedness or sex.  They were completely uninhibited.  The boy greedily
swallowed Theo's dick and he was good at it, better than Jennifer.  He
licked and sucked lightly on Theo's balls before running his tongue up his
shaft.  Then he swallowed it whole.  The boy's own uncut dick was hard like
steel while he sucked.  Josh had taken the girl to a wing chair in the room
and plopped her in it, standing in front of her to get orally serviced.

	Theo projected himself into his boy lover's mind, intending to do
his new found trick of stimulating his libido.  But what was going on in
this boy's brain wasn't natural.  There were parts of his brain that were
way overdeveloped, all the parts that had anything to do with sex.  It was
as if someone had intentionally done it.  The girl was like that too.  And
they were completely devoted to Josh. He was their god.  Adam decided to
store that away and enjoy the moment.

	The boy could suck cock.  Had he not come three times last night,
Theo would surely have blown his load all ready.  But the boy knew when to
ease up to keep the sensation going.  He nibbled on Theo's foreskin and it
drove him crazy.  But he couldn't take his eyes off the boys dick.  Theo
wanted to hold it, to stroke it, to suck it.  It was an overpowering
sensation.  He pushed the boy away and roughly threw him down flat on the
bed.  Jumping between his legs, Theo grabbed his stiff prick.  He was
amazed at how hard another guys dick was, how different it was to hold a
dick and not feel the pleasure of it.  It was like a steel rod covered in
velvet.  The boy liked being jacked.  Theo worked up his courage, licked
the head of the penis and then put it partly in his mouth.  He then put
more in but felt himself beginning to gag,

	"Watch the teeth" the boy told him.  He then sat up and
demonstrated the technique.  Theo then jumped on him with relish.

	He could hear the slap, slap, slap sound of Josh fucking the girl.
But Theo didn't want to leave the dick.  It was fun sucking another guy
off.  The boy told him to stick a finger in his ass so Theo licked a finger
and roughly stuck it in.  With one hand Theo jacked him and with his mouth
sucked him as he fingered his ass.  The boy groaned, threw his hand back
and sighed.

	Theo needed help with the mechanics of it but the boy greased up
his pole with lube and then threw his knees on Theo's shoulders.  A boy's
ass is tighter than a girl's pussy, Theo decided.  It was more awkward but
had its own delights.  Not the least of which was the taboo element.  His
foster parents might forgive fucking a girl but never a boy.  But Theo knew
this would not be the last boy he fucked.  It was tight enough that he
couldn't quite fuck the boy as hard as he wanted at first.  He grabbed the
boy's dick and jacked him as the dick went back and to in his shit chute.
It was great and it was nasty and Theo began to fuck him hard.

	The boy cried and panted but Theo could tell that it was intense
pleasure not pain the boy felt.  That amazed him.  Theo had never
considered that having something so big as a hard dick up your ass could be
pleasurable.  But the evidence was there.  The boy was loving it.  Theo
moved it around and varied his strokes, feeling the lust over flow him.  He
never felt more masculine, more male than this.  He pounded the boy harder
and harder, aware of the boy's pleasure but taking stock of his own.  His
stiff dick slid in and out.  Then he felt it coming on.  The inevitability
of it.  His balls tightened and his breath was ragged.  He fucked as hard
as he could, trying to drive his dick up the boy's ass into his throat.
Then a wave of electricity swept over his body and he emptied his load in
the boy's colon.

	The boy was panting hard.  His stomach was covered in white goo
from where he had shot his load while being fucked.