Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2017 00:49:43 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Son of Satan chapter 7

			       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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					SEVEN


	It was the early morning hours and Seth was asleep.  Rosier wasn't.
He left him and went to find Saleos.  Abaddon had said when they first met
that their kind could find each other and it was true.  He knew where
Saleos was.  Abaddon and Agares with their body servants where in the midst
of an orgy with a trio of young girls, deep into goth and unaware who deep
they were truly in.  Rosier wasn't interested in them.  He was but only
because of the sex.  Saleos, though, beaconed him.

	Saleos was in a darkened bedroom.  He looked over as Rosier entered
the room.  "Hello, brother" he said

	"They sleep a lot"

	"They're weak" Saleos said.  He had a young boys voice.

	"Yeah, but kind of useful"

	"You are the same Rosier I remember. The one I loved.  The one that
wants to protect them from themselves"

	"I don't remmember you much" Rosier said, head down and
disappointed.

	"That bitch.  Taking you from us.  If you had been with father like
you should have, you would be yourself.  You are yourself but ..."

	"But not" Rosier said.

	"No" Saleos replied.  "But you're not Theo anymore.  At least
you're Rosier again.  That's a beginning"

	"Yeah"

	Saleos smiled.  "The one I bonded with, Justin, your friend, he has
twisted desires" Rosier looked at him crossly, wanting to defend
Justin. But Saleos laughed. "It's great.  You were kind to him, bringing
him in for service.  He wanted you badly, you know."

	"I know. I just thought it was wrong.  All of them said so"

	Rosier knew how ridiculous it was now.  He was a demon.  The son of
Satan.  He was far beyond morality.  BUt he had known it and knew now that
it was almost inevitable that he and Justin wuold have sex.  They almost
couldn't avoid it.

	"Are we supposed to have sex?" Rosier asked.

	"DOn't you want to?"

	"Yeah," Rosier admitted.  "But are you even old enough. I mean old
enough to ..."

	"Shoot?"  Saleos said, grabbing his genitals. "Not in this body,
not yet but I have the most amazing orgasms.  I don't have the hunger I
will have eventually but ..."

	"I do. All the time" Rosier admitted.

	"Let me see your body" Saleos said.

	Rosier thought himself awkward and badly put together.  His arms
and legs were too long, his hands and feet as big as someone fully grown
but his torso was little larger than Saleos, who was a perfectly formed boy
of 10 or 11, that last bit of boyhodd perfection before the chrysalis forms
into a man.  But he had hair and his penis was more nearly like a man's
than a boys and that hunger of desire was coursing through his body.
Rosier was half hard as he stepped forward into the moonlight for Saleos to
see.  The boy stared at him and smiled.  He reached over and pulled Rosier
closer and then sat up on his bed.  He lifted Rosier's penis and took it in
his mouth.

	"Oohh" Rosier groaned.

	When does a demon of hell become sexual?  Long before puberty it
seems.  Perhaps they always are.  Either way, Rosier resented more and more
that woman taking him from his rightful life and trying to make into
something he should have never have been.  Saleos had sucked cock before.
His lips and tongue worked in unison to stimulate his lover.  It felt good.
Very good.  Rosier reached out and rubbed his hair as he bounced back and
forth on his cock, rubbing the boys thin shoulders as he pleasured.  Saleos
pulled his foreskin taut and nibbled on it, then ran his tongue inside it.
Rosier shuddered.

	'Oh, yeah" he said.

	That only kept him going.  Rosier tried to slowly slide it into his
mouth, to face fuck him.  Saleos could take it, take him in without
gagging.  All the way in. The boy reached down and stroked himself.

	"Let me" Rosier said.

	He sank to his knees and pried apart Saleos's leg.  His boy cock
was sticking straight up, like a fat pencil, his balls like big seedless
grapes hung down below and he was hairless.  Rosier dove in between his
legs, burying his face in the boy's crotch before gobbling up his prick.
Saleos caught his breath as it went into the mouth and then held Rosier's
head down and face fucked him.

	"Yes, my brother" Saleos said.  "I love that."

	Rosier licked and stroked and ate it all down.  He didn't have the
scent of a man but the clean fresh smell of a boy.  But there was no
mistaking Saleos's pleasure from it.  But the thing was that since he
couldn't read his mind, Rosier felt unsure of himself. He didn't know what
the other wanted.  He was having sex the way the humans did, uncertain and
hesitant.  He preferred the other way, the way where he was in control and
knew and could manipulate the one he was with.  But Saleos was as strong as
him and that wasn't possible.  BUt he did know that he enjoyed being
between the legs and taking it in his mouth. Rosier was still just as hard
as he had been while getting sucked and almost as greatly turned on.

	"You can fuck me if you want" Saleos said.

	Rosier was eager. He had discovered that he enjoyed fucking and
enjoyed fucking ass most of all. That this boy was hairless meant nothing,
he wasn't that much younger than Rosier, at least not in their current
bodies, and that was important.  Their souls were old it seemed even if
their bodies weren't.  Saleos lay on his side, his topmost leg pulled
forward and Rosier got behind him.  In his haste, he forgot about lube but
found it didn't matter.  He slid into Saleos effortlessly.  His dick fit
that ass completely.

	The physical sensation was nothing.  But Rosier was overwhelmed.
All of sudden, just by entering him, they became one.  One mind and one
body.  Saleos's mind was completely open, no more than that: they had the
same mind. Rosier knew what Saleos knew, thought the same as him, could
feel the same sensations.  He could feel himself getting fucked and knew
that Saleos could feel the fucking equaly.

	"Oh wow!" Rosier cried out.

	"Yeah, I've missed this" Saleos said.  Rosier knew that only with
him would this be.  Abaddon and Agares had the same but for him, only
Saleos could achieve this level of unity for him.  It was amazing.  Both
bottom and top at the same time, both of them.  Amazing.

	Rosier stoked back and forth.  He knew exactly how they wanted it,
how fast and how strong. He knew because they both wanted it the same.  He
was the perfect lover.  The pleasure of it flooded their brain.  He rocked
back and forth more.  The dick moved in and out some and the sensation
grew. It was so completely different.  With what humans he had done it
with, he could access their mind and manipulate but he didn't actually feel
what they felt. Their pleasure wasn't his.  With Agares and Abaddon, he
couldn't sense anything.  It was like it is for humans to have sex with
each other.  This, though, this was amazing. He didn't need to manipulate;
their pleasure was the same.

	"MMMMMMMM" Rosier heard a satisfied groan come from one of them but
that expression ebbed off some of his growing sex madness.

	Rosier put his hand on Saleos's hard but hairless cock, sticking
out and hard like steel.  His hand found the uncut cock and Rosier knew how
he liked and wanted it stoked as he got fucked. He could stay connected
like this for all time.

	"Master" head a voice say at the end of the bed.  Justin, his body
servant, was at the end of the bed, naked and hard.

	They ignored him and Rosier continued to move back and forth,
seemingly fucking himself as they remained united.  He knew, though, the
power of their lust would transfer over to Justin and he would have little
control over it.  But they continued on, Rosier fucking.  They were only
slightly aware of the door opening again and Seth entering the room and
standing there at the end of the bed, naked and hard, waiting. They were
available if needed.  Available for whatever was needed.  But they soaked
in the pure, raw power of Rosier and Saleos's combined sex madness.  They
stayed hard. They were being pushed toward orgasm just from the intensity
of the lust and wantonness being propelled out from Rosier and Saleos.

	He and Saleos combined in the strength of their mind to keep them
there, standing still and apart, not touching themselves.  They were frozen
in place as their masters, combined into one while fucking, went on about
it.  But that overflow of lust only grew and gerw, almost to torture.  Both
boys groaned and moaned and seemed to almost wilt in the intensity of the
pleasure of it, akin to pain, but held up by the force of their
masters. Whatever happened, though, neither Rosier nor Saleos cared.

	As he stroked in and out of Saleos's tight ass, the whole sensation
from both of them overtaking both Rosier and Saleos, Seth began to silently
sob.  He was hard and his dick twitching but it was overwhelming to him as
both of the Masters were beginning to build to orgasm.  That intensified it
more and more for Justin and Seth and they had no option but to accept it
and drown in the ocean of lust.

	Rosier looked over.  Seth was cumming.  Long ropes of jizz shot
from his dick.  He was driven to orgasm just from the power of the mind
with no friction at all.  Globs and globs of it drained out of it as his
body quivered. It only took Justin a minute longer to succumb.  Seeing them
cum, drove Rosier and Saleos over the edge.  In a blinding light, pure
white and heat, it seemed to them both that they were dead, having died of
ecstasy, as the final dam bursting of pent up energy burst.  They couldn't
breathe for it.

	The light subsided and the heat drained away.  The connection
between Rosier and Saleos began to ebb as Rosier's erection drained away.
Quickly they became separate people again.  But as the light ebbed away and
reality returned, Rosier was aware that they were no longer where they had
been. They lay on cold black marble floor in a hallway with columns of
obsidian lining it with pediments of gold or bronze and the shafts ringed
in vines of gold.  Rosier and Saleos were there mashed together but in the
same relative position and the two servants standing over them.

	"Welcome to Hell, brother" Saleos said. "Welcome home"