Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 21:21:52 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "The Brewsters Go to Hell - Part 3/6" (t/t, t/b, incest, demon) Caution/Welcome. This is Part Three of a six-part story involving four brothers, one twelve-year- old, one fourteen-year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins. It is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than those described here. This is the thirty-third story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths series. In Part Two we left Brett with the dilemma of having to choose salvation for himself or one of his brothers. Read now of his decision. Comments and your brother can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Since we do not know if the boys will survive this adventure, it would be best if you hold any future story suggestions until we know the outcome of this tale. THE BREWSTERS GO TO HELL OR SATAN MEETS THE BREWSTERS (A Scarey Bedtime Story or An Uplifting Moral Story in six parts) PART THREE: HAVING A DEVIL OF A TIME Brett looked up at the fearsome Demon Prince, and then at his brothers. They quickly huddled and seconds later he turned to face the omnipotent ruler of the underworld. Satan smiled at the speed with which a decision had been made. Blood might be thicker than water, but when it came to saving your skin, it was every man for himself, or every boy in this case. "Neither," Brett announced. "Neither?" Satan asked in surprise. "Explain yourself." "I could never leave my brothers here, and I could never choose one over another." "You must." "We all stay," Brett replied confidently as he shook his head. "If we achieve all four tasks, then all four of us will leave togther, if we fail at any one task, then we will all stay behind." "You would give up one sure salvation and a chance to enter heaven for the unlikelihood of achieving four and an eternity in hell?" "Yes," the four brothers chorused. Either these boys had developed a bonding the likes of which he hadn't seen since the time of Job, or they were very foolish. Considering their age and knowing how brothers squabbled, he suspected it was the latter and smiled inwardly at their youthful confidence and stupidity. Their five protagonists made no effort to hide their joy. Having moments ago been lamenting the loss of one of their enemy and each secretly hoping it was not their own special quarry, they were now elated at the impossibility of the four children achieving every task the Lord of Hell would design. "Very well, it is agreed," Satan said. "You realize you've just magnified the odds greatly in my favour?" "Yeah, we got one in sixteen chance of achieving all four," observed Brett. He and Bobby being the math geniuses, his two other brothers didn't question his calculation though all three wished he'd kept that bit of information to himself. "So since we're giving you a big advantage, it's only fair you do something extra if we achieve all four tasks," Benny commented, always ready to wheel and deal. "I don't have to do anything," Satan replied. "It was your choice. But despite the propaganda about me, I do play fair. Besides, you intrigue me. What do you propose I do to see your raise in the stakes?" "Before you let us go, you got to, well, get each of us off," Benny said, glancing at his brothers for confirmation and getting eager nods from each of them. "Agreed, but when you fail, and you will, before I turn you over to your eager captors, you will become my personal sex slaves and do whatever I command, with whomever or perhaps I should say whatever I decide." "Agreed," the boys chorused after looking at each other. "Actually, from what I've read in your files, I suppose you would not consider that a punishment," Satan observed wryly. "Not boys who have had sex with a Sasquatch, and with boogeymen." The boys glanced at each other, and then at Spook and George, who flushed a bright red in embarrassment and in anger, which was difficult to discern in George's case given he was already blood-red in colour. Satan was right. Being his sex slave was not that discomforting. "You will think differently, I think, once you meet some of the more interesting of my followers," he observed with a knowing smile, causing the boys to glance at each other nervously. "But that will be later," he continued. "For now, your second task is to prove to me your reputation of being paradigms of boyhood sensuality. Show me that boys raised in a Christian household by loving parents and of such wholesome goodness as I can see in your hearts can satisfy the sexual lust of someone who is pure evil." "What's twenty cents of boyhood sensuality?" Bobby whispered to Benny. "Fucked if I know," replied his older brother as he whispered back. "Maybe he thinks we're just worth a pair of dimes." "Oh yeah?" responded Bobby indignantly. "I'll show the bugger whose a pair 'a dimes of boyhood sexuality." Each of the five creatures who had a special interest in the proceedings stood straighter in the hopes that he might be the one chosen to test the boys, for each desired nothing more except of course to cause the boys the most excruciating pain and greatest degradation imaginable than to have hot, lustful sex with the boys. Each was also confident that his evil would easily overcome the sweet, cloying goodness they could sense in the four youths. To their disappointment Satan ignored them as he began to stride across the Stygian plain with his long legs. The four boys had to practically trot to keep up to him, making them look and feel like little kids, which they found most embarrassing as they tried to appear not to be running. Satan headed directly to one of the newer subdivisions of hell, his domain constantly expanding with the continuous and growing influx of new guests. With all the free manual labour at his disposal, that was not a major problem. The boys, still half dressed in their winter clothing, began to perspire profusely both from the temperature of their environment and from trotting to keep up with the horned demon. Devils and assorted grotesque demons of the underworld paused in the administration of their tortures or in their idle conversation to watch the party of ten stride by. Flaming pits and bubbling geysers lined the wide avenue much as trees and potted plants lined the commercial streets of any large metropolis, and vendors stood beside their carts offering Satan's followers everything from plates of crawling worms to snack on to buckets of maggots to immerge their victim's heads in. The boys were gaping at the fearsome and most unusual sights and when Satan suddenly stopped at a cave in a jagged ridge of black volcanic rock laced with interlocking catacombs, the boys almost collided with him. The inner walls of the cave glowed red and yellow from the flickering flames of fires inside, and the place smelled of heat and hot metal, and of oil and sulphur. A naked, winged boy sat on the backs of his calves, his butt resting on his heels, at the entrance of the cave. "Oh fuck," sighed Bobby as he looked at the youth, and his three brothers sighed and shuddered with the same aching feeling. The boy, who appeared to be about the twins' age, looked at him, and then at Bobby's three brothers, with confident, heavy lidded eyes and an arrogant curl to his lips that said he was lord and master over everything and everyone that he saw. He was a handsome boy with exceptionally thick, jet black, shaggy hair that swept over each side of his forehead to eclipse the corners of his narrow eyebrows, covered the top half of his ears, and tapered in the back to end in the hollow at the back of his neck. The irises of his heavy-lidded eyes were of the darkest, richest brown, and a crescent of dark shadow under the lower lids added to their sensuality. He had a regal nose and chin, with high cheekbones and full, luscious lips. His body was smooth and perfect, the muscles of his arms and chest just beginning to develop that definition that comes with adolescence. The flesh about his waist formed a double ripple of muscle above his sunken navel. His hands were large and strong, and when he flexed his fingers, the veins of his lower arms bulged. A small but thick patch of jet black, curly hair formed a bush above his cock, which stood up erect and proud, the skin pulled back to reveal a gorgeous, bulbous, slope-headed organ of average length for a boy his age but with the thickness of an Italian sausage. On his back, rising almost to the top of his head and the tips extending down to the small of his back, were a pair of pure black, silky raven wings. Each boy felt the gorgeous teenager was looking directly at him with those proud, confident eyes, assessing his evidently low worth and reflecting a smoldering, natural lust that gave the demon teenager the appearance of determining how this new arrival might best satisfy his sexual desire. He exhaled slowly, sensually, a cloud of blue-grey smoke flowing from between his parted lips, but he was holding no cigarette, and the thin puff of smoke smelled not of tobacco, but of a sweetness not unlike marijuana, and the muskiness of rich black earth. "This is Lucifer," introduced Satan. The boy made no acknowledgement of the statement nor the presence of the demon lord as he continued to stare at the four boys with that smug, sensual look. "I thought that was your name," Benny dared to respond, speaking in a whisper as though if he'd spoken louder he'd have frightened the gorgeous boy away. "It is. Among many other names, some justified, others not. It is a name many give their children in honour of me." "So, this is, ah, well, your. . . ." "Son? No," Satan replied with a smile. "Not of my flesh, but Lucifer is descended many times over from two who served me well and closely in our revolt against the tyranny that is in heaven." He looked at the boy admiringly, as a godfather might look at a godson, or an uncle at a favourite nephew. Screams echoed in the cave behind the boy, long, drawn out screams of agony and pain. "Behind that entrance is Lucifer's pit," Satan continued, as if conducting a tour. "He particularly enjoys punishing the vain and arrogant who find their way here, old men who on earth let their bodies succumb to pleasures of food and sloth and who longed to be young and to have bodies like his again but were too lazy to make any effort to keep in shape, yet thought themselves still attractive and sexy; teenage boys who preened for hours before their bedroom mirrors and in the school washrooms, and who considered themselves God's gift to teenage girls and better than their peers because they inherited the right combination of genes; and fathers who puffed out their chests like peacocks and squawked just as loudly and annoyingly about the accomplishments of their sons and daughters." "All guys," Benny commented observantly. "Yes, Lucifer has a particular preference for those of his own sex, whether as objects to be punished for his amusement, or as objects for his pleasure and gratification." "And our task is?" asked Bobby, daring to hope as his eyes focussed on the teenager's thick, stiff cock. "Prove to me your prowess in the sexual craft. Satiate Lucifer's lust for the male flesh and you gain another step toward your freedom. Show me that you are truly as skilled as others claim you are. Fail, and be prepared to worship him as his concubines for all of eternity, or as guests within to satisfy his other pleasure after I and my favourites tire of you." As if to accent Satan's meaning, a soul-rendering scream from inside the cave reminded the four boys just what type of individual they were confronted with. He was beyond doubt the sexiest boy they had ever met, but they also sensed a cruelty like nothing they had ever before imagined. Bobby slowly looked up from the thick, stiff cock of the powerfully sexed teen and into his sensuous, arrogant eyes. "Piece of cake," he replied. "Oh yeah," sighed his three brothers. "You have a cockiness that is rare even among the most indignant of the newly arrived," the boy said, speaking for the first time as he slowly looked from one to the other. His voice bit with a haughtiness that the boys knew well, and seduced with a sultriness that caused the four boys to feel an ache in their loins that they also knew well despite the disdain with which they were being held. "I like that. The greater the confidence the greater the pleasure in seeing it broken. It will be a particular joy to see the four of you grovelling on your knees in obeisance to me." "Oh yeah? Well, you'll be the one dropping to your knees," Bobby promised, "in obeisance to this." He had no idea what obeisance meant as he stepped forward and jerked his thumb at the erect dicklet bulging out his blue jeans, but the word seemed to fit. "We should have a plan," Brett suggested with an urgency in his voice. His kid brother had a habit of thinking with his balls instead of his brain. "Got one," said Bobby, stepping up to the teenage minion from hell, his eyes on his thick cock. "Why does that not surprise me?" asked Brent as he and his brothers glanced at each other and quickly stepped forward. As the four brothers surrounded the boy, who had not moved from his position, they had no idea what they were going to do, but it would not be the first time they'd had to think on their feet. Kneeling down on the warm, smooth, basalt floor, Brent slipped his arms about the boy, awkwardly in that he had limited experience embracing individuals with wings, and gave him a long, tender kiss. His winter skin seemed pale against the tanned flesh of the boy, and his long, flowing blond tresses and effeminate, fine-boned features contrasted sharply with the sculptured, dark-haired, dark-eyed youth. Their lips parted and Brent closed his eyes as he embraced the boy more tightly and favoured him with a second long, loving kiss that for any other gay boy would have had his cock jerking madly with desire, but he had no effect on the stiff cock of the dark angel. "You kiss like a fem," the boy responded, staring into Brent's eyes when their lips parted. Holding his gaze, he unbuttoned Brent's thick cotton shirt and slipped it off. Leaving his sleeveless tank top on, he slipped his arms about the blond youth "This is how a man kisses." Taking Brent forcefully in his arms and drawing him tight against his body, he firmly pressed his lips against Brent's. His lips were full and hot and Brent's cock rose in his padded snow pants. The dark angel's tongue pushed against the aroused boy's lips and Brent immediately parted them, allowing the dominant teen to force his tongue between his lips and into his mouth. Considering the force and passion with which he forced his tongue into Brent's mouth, it was more like an oral rape than the tender kissing Brent was more accustomed to, or even the passionate French kissing he and Billy engaged in. As he felt the boy's hot, moist tongue sliding over his own, exploring the inside of his mouth and then running along the outer side of his teeth and between them and his cheek, his stiff cock began to leak. His lover was going to be surprised when he tried this on him when he got back home! Stepping out of his winter boots and his padded snow pants and blue jeans, Benny had the boy rise on his knees and then sat down behind him, straddling his calves. Grasping his smooth hips, Benny pulled apart his warm buns and ran his hot, moist tongue up the boy's crack and over his pucker. To Benny's relief the boy kept himself clean and he was rewarded with the natural saltiness of his body. Benny ran his tongue along the boy's crack again, and then licked his sensitive pucker, doing what he enjoyed the most and did the best. The dark angel readily opened his sphincter and Benny just as readily slipped his tongue into the muscular opening. Fastening his lips to the boy's asshole, he sucked in to create a vacuum and wiggled his tongue, causing the boy to constrict his anus in arousal. The dark angel might be an expert French kisser, but he had just met an expert fourteen-year-old rimmer. "Oh yeah," the dark boy breathed, "eat out my ass you shit-sucker. You and your brothers are such fag wimps. The four of you were made to serve a real man." Benny fastened his lips to the boy's anus more tightly and sucked deeply as he forced his tongue up the boy's rectum as far as he could. As he suspected, the boy's dick jerked with arousal. If the boy liked it rough and dirty, he could deliver. He sank in his cheeks, forcing his spittle up the boy's musky hole, and as he did so the boy forced his lips against Brent's with even more lust. Brett, still in his thick plaid shirt, padded snow pants, and rubber boots, squatted down beside the boy, and as his twin and the dark angel French kissed and his kid brother sucked on the boy's asshole, he leaned forward and licked the boy's nipples. His body was warm and salty, and Brett left a trail of spittle as he ran his hot, moist tongue over one nipple, and then across his smooth, muscular chest to the other nipple. He ran the tip of his tongue around them just outside the areola, and then circled in to lick the darker coloured flesh, and finally the protruding buds. They quickly became firm. From the boy's comments and the way he had kissed his twin brother, and from his reaction to Benny's anal stimulation, Brett had deduced what type of sex turned the boy on, and instead of gently sucking on his teats and caressing his chest with his tongue as he would normally with another boy, he brushed his lips against the raised nubs, sending ripples of stimulation through the aroused flesh, and then nibbled on the erect little buds, not sharply nor painfully, but gently using his teeth on them. He was correct in his assessment, and the boy grimaced with pleasure and his thick cock jerked with growing lust. Bobby was an astute observer also, and seeing the direction Benny and Brett had taken and the dark angel's reaction, he sat down on the stone surface before the kneeling boy. Grasping his thighs, knowing that for many just the touch of his small, hot hands was erotic, he leaned forward and licked the boy's large, round balls. The salt from his sweat and the earthy fragrance of his testicles caused Bobby's saliva to flow copiously, and he eagerly swallowed his nut flavoured spittle as he pulled down his fly and struggled with the top button of his blue jeans. He sucked on first one nut and then the other, unable to take them both in his mouth, and then extending his teeth, he gently but firmly clamped down on the loose skin of the boy's ball sack and tugged on it, like a puppy dog tugging on rag. He nibbled on the boy's balls, and then running his tongue up the thick shaft of his cock, he ran it over the bulbous, slope-headed knob, delighting in its taste and delighting in the eroticism of licking cock. He ran his hot, moist tongue along the rim of the demon boy's dickhead, pleasuring it. He then gently scraped his teeth along the rim, causing a combination of arousal and pain to stab the boy's engorged knob and causing the boy to quiver and to actually groan with pleasure. His stiff cock jerked again, this time more forcefully. And so the boys attacked the demon teen, Benny sucking fiercely on his ass and chewing on his pucker, Brett nibbling on his irritated teats, grazing his front teeth across them forcefully enough to cause pain but not that forcefully as to be seriously hurtful, Bobby similarly grazing his dick head with his teeth and then running his hot, wet tongue over the sensitive shaft, and Brent taking the offensive and sucking the boy's tongue into his mouth and slipping his own inside the boy's to explore it as eagerly and as roughly as the boy had explored his. The lustful teenager's hot blood coursed through his veins and he tightened his grasp about the effeminate blond sucking his face, causing the veins in his forearms to bulge. His fingertips grew white, as did Brent's pale, pink flesh, as he squeezed Brent's deltoids tightly in response to the aggressive nibbling on his butthole. The fourteen-year-old was a hungry little ass sucker and he opened and closed his sphincter with arousal. Finding it impossible to keep still with the assault of the other blond on his nipples, he gave in to pleasure and allowed the ripples of sweet pain shooting through his irritated nubs to jerk his body about. These sweet-looking, soft boys were designed to bring pleasure to the likes of him, and it was his destiny to enjoy their oral obeisance to his power and his beauty. As the youngest boy nibbled on his fraenum, the first of his pre-cum oozed out of his thick cock. The boy knew how to deliver just the right combination of that sweet pain. The four Brewster boys were erect also, their hot bodies perspiring in their winter clothes and flushed with arousal. Brent drew the naked teenager to him, delighting in the strange and unique fragrance of his breath, an intoxicating combination of sweetness and earthiness. As their hot, moist tongues duelled, he felt his cock throbbing in his pants, the tip damp with his own pre- cum. His twin bother was leaking also, his cock and balls roasting in his boxer briefs under his jeans and his padded snow pants. For each ripple of pained pleasure he sent through the dark angel's irritated nipples a ripple of pleasure passed up his stiff teenage cock. Benny's dick was also aching, and he wished he could pull off his pants and ram his aching, throbbing bone up the boy's now spit-filled rectum, but he knew he was fortunate he could not. If he did, he'd be blasting a load in half a dozen stokes. Bobby wished he had such worries as he harassed the boy's cock with his teeth, refraining from licking up the pre-cum now oozing regularly from the slit. Finally with a low, drawn out groan and a violent shudder, the dark angel exploded, his thick, copious load shooting high into the air and arching back down to the brimstone floor where it landed in thick puddles. The boys almost expected it to sizzle, if not from the heat of the rock upon which they were kneeling, then from its very demonic source. He grasped Brent even more tightly as he shot his load, and Bobby had to stop nibbling at his cock it jerked so erratically and violently. As the four Brewster brothers drew back, the handsome, spent teenager sat back on his calves and inhaled deeply with pleasure. It had been good, very good. The four boys did not stop there. They were far from finished, and although they desperately wanted to satisfy their own needs, they knew that if they were going to succeed in this task, they had to see to their host's needs first, and that was not totally a bad thing. Brent slipped behind the boy, replacing Benny, and slipping his hot hands under the boy's buns, slowly raised him to a kneeling position once again. He had, however, no intention of rimming the dark-haired boy. Kneeling behind him, his knees protected with his padded snow pants, he pressed his middle finger against the boy's pucker. The dark angel readily relaxed and opened his sphincter, allowing the blond youth to slip his finger up his spittle slick and loosened hole. The boy's task was to please him, and sticking his finger up his ass was certainly a way to do it. As he felt the boy's digit sink up his hole, Lucifer wondered where these strangely garbed boys had come from, and what he had done to deserve such an unexpected gift. Kicking off his boots, Brett sat down in front of the boy in his double socks and began to pinch and scratch his now loosened balls. He was the same age as he and his twin, give or take a year, and like any horny and healthy teenager, recovered quickly. His balls were not as low hung as Brett's, but were larger, being more the size apricots, and, Brett figured, probably tasting just as sweet, though he knew what the boy needed was stroking of his fingertips to puff them up, and the gentle pain of his fingernails to keep them from contracting too soon. As Brett pinched the randy teenager's balls, Bobby pushed down his painfully restricting blue jeans and gave his aching cocklet a squeeze and a couple quick tugs before pushing off his jeans and bunching them up to kneel on. He ran his hot fingertips along the boy's warm, smooth body, delighting in the feel of his smooth skin and hot flesh, and then began to tease his nipples. He began by running a finger around the outside of the dark areola, and then ever so slowly circling in tighter and tighter circles until he was caressing them with his fingertips. The boy's nipples quickly filled and protruded, but instead of continuing on to caress them, Bobby began to widen the circle, working away from them, and then returning, but never touching them. Benny had meanwhile begun to fondle the boy's cock, gently stroking the now flaccid organ. It began to swell as he caressed the spongy bulb with the tip of his index finger, stroking the two hemispheres with a feather-light touch and teasingly sweeping out toward the sensitive rim but never touching it. Occasionally he allowed a fingernail to scratch lightly over the bulbous knob, causing the boy's cock to retract in response to the pain, only to once again stroke and caress it gently, bringing it back up. The boy did nothing as the four brothers stroked and caressed his body. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the multiple pleasures they were creating, and the multiple little pains. They were minor but added to his arousal, and as Brent poked his finger up his hole, he imagined a dozen delightful objects he'd use to probe the hot, effeminate teenager's rectum once the blond youth was his to play with. As his twin scratched at his scrotum, Lucifer imagined the boy hung from his thumbs with his toes barely touching the ground and twisting with the exquisite torture of having fine needles piercing the loose skin of his ball sac, and with the promise of more exquisite tortures of his nuts to follow. A similar scene flashed through his mind as he grimaced with the sweet pain cutting through his teats as Bobby finally began to caress his aroused nipples. He would take great joy seeing this youngest of the brothers spread out on his back spread eagled and exposed to his tortures. He would see just how cocky the youngster was as he raked a wire brush across his young, smooth chest and over those delicious little nipples, or perhaps dropped hot wax on the knob of the dicklet he could see tenting out the boy's tight white briefs. That would only be the beginning of much more painful drawn-out tortures. As for the dark-haired fourteen-year-old now harassing his stiff cock, he would reward his rimming by piercing his tongue with a dozen studs, without the comfort of an anaesthetic, and when the boy next sucked on his hole he'd make sure there was something up his rectum to amply reward him also. Looking down at the smooth cheeked youngster, he imagined spiking his hair with something other than gel, giving it some light brown lights instead of gold. He would see how the clean-cut, fresh faced youngster would like that. With perverse thoughts of torturing the four boys currently pleasuring him, combined with the sweet pain the boys were sending through his irritated flesh, the young devil in training once again allowed himself to succumb to the boys' efforts. He was, after all, the seeker of sexual delights, and they were there to please him. They were skilled at that, he had to admit, and it was their skill and their natural beauty that won him over, but there was no harm in that. Their job was to satiate him, and as skilled and as delightful as they were, there was little chance of that ever happening. He was descended from the mightiest and most fearful demon lords in hell, close companions and supporters of Satan himself right from the beginning. Effeminate stud muffins such as these four could never satiate one such as him. They were trying their best, and for the Brewster boys, their best was more than many men would deliver in their lives. Brent was now purposefully massaging Lucifer's prostate with a vengeance, rubbing the swollen organ with the tip of his middle finger over and over and sending ripples of erotic pleasure through his groin and up his aching and once again leaking cock. Brett was now alternately stroking and snapping the fingertip of his index finger against the boy's swollen balls, sending first pleasure and then pain through the swollen, sensitive testicles. Bobby was similarly snapping his fingers now against the boy's swollen and irritated nipples, sending shocks of sweet pain through them and causing his cock to ooze with pre-cum. The boy's older brother was by then slapping his cock head around with the palm of his hand, batting it to and fro and sending ripples of that unique combination of pleasure and pain through the engorged knob. Once again the teenage demon threw back his head and groaned loudly with the intense pleasure of climax, and once again his thick organ jerked in the air as it spewed out his thick, hot seed. Once again his cum arched through the air as his swollen nuts contracted below his throbbing, jerking cock and fell in creamy puddles on the hot brimstone floor. Once again the boy panted and snorted with the exquisite pleasure of ejaculation brought about by the four boys destiny had brought to serve him, and whom he looked forward to having as his concubines for all eternity. Knowing that if they were going to satiate the boy they could not relent, and unable to resist satisfying their own needs, the boys again switched places. Brett chucked his heavy winter clothes and his Marky-Mark boxer-briefs, and kneeling behind the dark-haired, winged boy who was still on his knees, he wedged the knob of his stiff cock against the boy's butthole. His sphincter loosed by Brent's vigorous finger fucking and filled with Benny's spittle was ready to be penetrated, and the dark demon boy pushed out as Brett pushed in. Both boys inhaled deeply as they united, one with the pleasure of having his stiff, aching dick surrounded by hot, moist flesh, and the other with the pleasure of having his aching hole plugged with a long, stiff boy cock. Brent similarly drew off his tank top and Lucifer felt a tremor run through his limp cock at the sight of the boy's pierced nipple and he thought of the joy he would have piercing the other. Chucking his winter snow pants and jeans, he stood seductively before the devil boy in his tight black Calvin Kleins, the pocket bulging out with his arousal. He drew them down slowly and seductively, and his rigid cock, now almost six-and-a-half inches long, stood up tall and proud with its foreskin ring. Lucifer ached with the sight of the boy's gorgeous cock and imagined a dozen different piercings that could, and would, decorate it once the boy was his. Wearing now only his socks, a pair of nylon ones under his thick woollen ones, Brent stepped forward. He looked down at the dark demon on his knees as he pressed down on the base of his stiff cock. Slipping off his shirt and pushing down and stepping out of his navy blue briefs, Benny knelt in front of the boy with his older brother standing to his right, and lining his slender but rock hard cock up along side the older teenager's thicker and longer organ, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand about the base of the boy's dick and his knob, and the fingers of his left hand in front of the first so he was grasping his own cock near the base and the boy's dickhead. He squeezed tightly, pressing their cock flesh together. Bobby quicky stripped off the remainder of his clothes, his shirt, socks and tight white briefs, and the naked cherub stood on the boy's left. Stepping forward, he rubbed his little cocklet against the boy's ribs and then along the sensitive skin above them. The older teenager glanced down at the stiff little cocklet, and he recalled a time when he was so young and his cock itched as fierce. Wrapping his arms about Lucifer's waist, Brett began to pump his hips to and fro, easing his stiff cock in and out of the boy's ass. The blond teenager closed his eyes and savoured the delightful pleasure fucking brought, and as the demon boy worked his ass muscles in time with his thrusts, he savoured the delightful pleasure of having sex with another boy. The ripples of stimulation assaulting his dickhead and the pleasure of working toward a climax together combined in a rush like no other experience could equal. Brent had meanwhile stepped up to the boy on his right and Lucifer had readily opened his mouth and slipped his lips over the organ identical to the one shoved up his ass, identical except for the additional adornment. He slipped his lips just over the knob and ran the tip of his tongue over the boy's glans, savouring the taste and texture of his boy cock. He allowed his saliva to collect and base the boy's dickhead, and then he swallowed it and closed his sensuous eyes with the delightful taste. He ran his tongue over the knob again, and finding the boy's foreskin ring, he ran his tongue around it, flipping it over and toying with it. Brent reached out and ran his fingers through the boy's thick, shaggy hair, and he closed his eyes and savoured the delight of having another boy suck his organ. Benny, kneeling in front of the older boy, began cock fucking. Grasping their two organs with both of his hands, he drew his hips back, sliding his smaller, thinner cock along the side of the boy's longer, thicker organ until his knob and the boy's knob brushed against each other. Still grasping both of their cocks, he eased his hips forward again, sliding his sensitive knob along the shaft of the older boy's dick while at the same time sliding the shaft of his dick along the boy's bulbous knob. As their cocks slid over each other, the two boys felt their balls slowly begin to draw up under their shafts. Bobby had meanwhile slipped the tip of his slender boy dick under the boy's left arm, finding his nest of soft, silky pit hairs and a hot, sweaty cavity. The boy had immediately clamped his arm down tightly, pinning the youngster's little cocklet, and Bobby had happily begun to gyrate his hips, working his skin-encased dickhead in and out of the boy's armpit. He grasped the older boy's shoulder as he twisted his slim, naked body, his dark brown eyes gleaming with arousal and his lips curled in delight as the familiar ripples of arousal pierced his tender knob. Their bodies flushed from the heat of their winter clothing and the unusual heat of their surroundings and their strenuous activity, the four brothers began to perspire even more profusely than before, their sweat beading on their foreheads and running down in tiny, salty rivulets from the salt springs under their arms and trickling down over their smooth chests and along their butt cracks. The four boys began to breathe deeply as they worked their hips to and fro and as they felt their arousal growing stronger and stronger. Lucifer, attacked on all sides by hot, horny, young boys and penetrated in all directions by hot, throbbing, boy cock was perspiring profusely too, his sweat trickling down over his smooth, muscular chest and along his sides. Ramming his cock in and out of the horny youth's asshole, Brett pressed his hot sweaty body against the boy's silky raven wings as he pushed forward, and grasped the boy's waist tightly as he drew his aching cock out, only to ram it in again. His dick head was itching furiously and he rammed his stiff cock in and out of the willing and pulsating hole eagerly, in part because he'd gone so long without shooting a load, and in part because of the attractiveness of the dark- headed boy he was humping. Brent ran his fingers through the boy's shaggy hair and closed his eyes in ecstasy as the boy slipped his lips up and down his shaft from tip to base. Never before had he been deep- throated and he could not believe the pleasure as the horny sloe-eyed youth went down on his slender boy cock and it slipped into the hungry youth's throat, and then eased back out as the boy slipped his lips back up along his shaft to just below his itching dickhead. Brent knew no greater pleasure than being penetrated by his lover back on the surface, but this was certainly a close second. He trembled and gasped as he felt the demon boy sucking on his dickmeat hungrily and further arousing him by stroking the inside of his thighs. Benny was meanwhile thrusting his hips like a madman. Having slipped his dick now under the older boy's larger cock, he was working the sensitive rim of his knob along the shaft of the boy's solid bone from near the base to the sensitive ribbon of skin connecting his foreskin to the underside of his knob. Each time he drew his dick back and his blood-engorged knob rubbed against the boy's fraenum the older boy trembled and lurched, and as he felt his climax approaching Benny worked his hips even more furiously. Bobby was trembling with his approaching climax also as he furiously fucked the boy's hot, silky armpit. He drew his hips back barely an inch and thrust them forward as he rabbit fucked the boy's underarm, his tiny cocklet throbbing hotly and the dickhead growing itchier and itchier as he felt his climax building up in his loins. The twelve-year-old slipped his tongue out from between his pressed lips as he concentrated on the delightful pleasure throbbing through his dicklet. The warm, sulfurous air was filled with the pungent aroma of boy sweat as the five boys gasped and panted and snorted, Benny, Brett, and Bobby now all thrusting their hips back and forth as rapidly as they could and Brent fighting the impulse to ram his cock down the throat of the dark-winged boy they were pleasing. Lucifer sucked deeply on the young, blond-engorged cock as he worked his lips up and down the throbbing shaft, knowing that in any second the sixteen-year-old youth would be shooting his seed down his throat. He also knew that the identical youth behind him would be shooting his seed into his body any time now too, shooting deep up his rectum, and that the two blond boys' younger brother would soon be shooting his. He would also as he felt the pressure rapidly building in his groin, and he knew the preteen fucking his armpit was close to reaching his own dry climax. At last the five boys came, Brett grasping Lucifer's smooth firm buns as he thrust forward and shot his teenage cum up the boy's hot rectum, and Brent grasping the boy's head and entangling his fingers in the boy's shaggy hair as he shot out his seed, filling the boy's mouth with his creamy load. Benny and Lucifer came together, the dark-eyed older boy's seed blasting out of his thick cock and spraying the younger boy's stomach as the younger boy's cock fired a load at the teen devil's tight balls. Lucifer's creamy load flowed over Benny's stomach and down around the base of his cock, running in thick rivulets over the boy's tight round nuts and down along his smooth leg. Benny's cum, at the same time, coated the older boy's tightly contracted balls and flooded down along both thighs. Bobby meanwhile threw back his head and cried out as his dry orgasm raked through his groin and his little dicklet throbbed hotly as his balls tried to pump out seed that was not yet there. One would think that after such a violent orgasm the five boys would have had enough, but the Brewster brothers, having come only once themselves, did not miss a beat as they rotated again, their cocks still stiff and three of them with cum dangling from the tips in long, thin streamers. They were randy like they had never been before, the sexuality of the sloe-eyed winged boy infecting them with a burning, insatiable desire of their own. This time laying the shaggy-haired demon boy flat on his back, the two younger boys straddled him facing each other, Benny straddling his chest with his backside above the boy's face and Bobby straddling his waist with his backside in front of the boy's still erect cock. Brent and Brett lay down on either side in reverse to the prostrate boy. Raising themselves on their elbows the twins began to lick the inner side of the youth's sensitive thighs, at the same time raising their hips and rubbing their stiff, wet-tipped cocks over his smooth chest and across his nipples. Benny crouched down lower and the boy, who on occasion in the past had driven teenagers and grown men mad with hours of constant rimming, eagerly stuck out his tongue and ran it along the randy fourteen-year-old's crack. Bobby, meanwhile, backed down on the boy's thick, hot cock. And so the five boys sought to satisfy their lusts and the itch about their dickheads still another time. Brent and Brett licked the prone youth's sensitive thighs, sending ripples of arousal through them and up his stiff cock as they rubbed their own stiff cocks against the boy's irritated nipples. Shocks of sweet pain ripped through the boy's sensitive buds as that same sweet pain ripped through their blood-engorged knobs, their foreskins having stretched back off their glans with their arousal. As Brent's foreskin ring struck Lucifer's nipple the winged boy quivered with arousal, and at the same time as the ring caught on his nipple and tugged on Brent's prepuce the sixteen-year-old blond shivered with the delight passing through his glans. Having bent Benny's dick down between his legs, Lucifer had slipped his lips about the aching organ and eased his mouth up the shaft until his lips were gripping the boy's dick at the base. He lay there now sucking hard on the boy's swollen boy cock like a thirst-driven baby sucking on his mother's teat, and the cream the boy knew he'd draw out was to him just as delicious. He ran his long, red tongue over Benny's knob, delighting in the taste of his boy cock and in the arousal he knew that was rippling through the glans. The same pleasure was rippling through the dark angel's knob as the youngest of the Brewsters rode his hot cock. The twelve-year-old flexed his leg muscles, pulling his body up and causing Lucifer's stiff dick to slide out of the boy's ass, and as it began to stretch apart his sphincter, the boy relaxed his leg muscles and eased back, causing Lucifer's dick to reenter his body. The boy's hole was hot and moist, and the boy worked his sphincter in time with his motions, tightening about the older boy's cock as he drew up and relaxing as he sank back down. The five boys worked together toward that goal that they all desired, that delightful pleasure that seized control of their bodies and caused them to jerk and spasm like puppets on a string, that ultimate pleasure that seized control of their minds and drove them madly to its completion. Lucifer lay there totally at their pleasure, and deriving total pleasure from them. His nipples burned with arousal as Brent and Brett rapidly prodded them with their irritated dickheads, his cock itched and throbbed as Bobby slid up and down its length, and he worked his lips up and down the throbbing boy dick in his mouth. Faster and faster the five worked until once again they climaxed. Bobby was the first and he quivered violently as he reached his second dry orgasm, the massaging of his prostate having driven him to that ultimate summit, and as he gasped and panted with the pleasure, he felt the unmistakable warmth of Lucifer's ejaculate flood up his rectum. As the demon teenager trembled with his fourth ejaculation, he was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, teen cum as Benny shot his load, and he felt jets of hot, wet cum streak across his chest as the twins came, spraying his smooth chest and his burning nipples with their teenage cum. Lucifer closed his eyes and floated in that blissful world that follows one's climax, relishing the warm bliss that had enveloped his body and the release of the tension that had built up in his loins. His chest rose and fell and he sucked in the warm cum-scented air, delighting in the earthy fragrance. A fingertip ran over his body lazily, spreading the still warm cum on his chest. Another fingertip joined it, smearing the streaks of fresh boy cream over his smooth body. The first finger ran through the goblet of cum clinging to his left nipple, spreading out the puddle, and his nipple quivered and smarted with the touch. The other finger flicked up a glob of the creamy lotion and deposited it in his belly button where it was swirled. Too spent to open his eyes he lay there and let the two boys play in the puddles of cum as he felt a third hand reach under his balls and begin to stroke the sensitive chord that extended from his balls to his anus. A fourth hand, a small, hot hand, picked up his limp dick and stretched his foreskin collar back along the shaft. The warm air caressed the exposed, sensitive skin and he lazily licked his lips, tasting the boycock on them. A dribble of cum extended from the corner of his mouth down around his chin. Brent and Brett gently and carefully smeared their creamy load over the boy's smooth, tanned body as Benny continued to stroke the sensitive skin running between the boy's legs and Bobby began to draw his foreskin up and down his sticky cock. Lucifer's chest rose and fell in a regular rhythm as he lay there and enjoyed the attention of his adorers, and his cock slowly began to fill. The four brothers caressed him slowly and gently as if toying with a sleeping dragon, and as he parted his lips and sighed, they glanced at each other and grinned. For the fifth time his cock rose, and Bobby slowly and methodically began to milk the boy. He grunted and strained and sweated and openly moaned with the pleasure until for the fifth time his nuts contracted and he shot, his thick seed spraying his heaving chest. His soft, feathery wings quivered as he sighed in ecstasy, his body drenched in sweat and streaked with cum, his chocolate brown eyes heavy- lidded and dazed. Satan was clearly aroused from the semierect stance of his humongous cock, but inwardly he was also disturbed. There was no question that Lucifer was satiated. The Demon Prince had not expected the boys to pass one never mind two of the four tests. Although the odds were still heavily in his favour, the boys needing to win two more challenges and he needing to win only one, he began to think more desperately for a harder challenge. Although he did not show his concern, having learned to conceal his emotions long ago, the boys were astute observers of human, and nonhuman, nature. They glanced at each other and stole overt grins and exchanged secret winks. With two down and two to go, the boys were undaunted. Their five hopeful torturers, knowing the Lord of the Underworld well, also grinned, amused by the boys' ignorance and innocence. Their master had dared to defy God Himself, and had toyed with His Son. These boys would rue the day they had dared to accept a pact with him. Their trial was only half over, and having succeeded in the first two trials, it was highly unlikely they'd be able to succeed in the next. Lucifer was not so certain. They remained there for the longest time, the boys slowly recuperating and Satan pondering the situation. He finally stood and beckoned his closest followers, who had heard of the trial of these strange four boys and had been gathering to watch their master in his glory, to come near, Satan whispered something in their ears. They immediately paired up, one on each side of the four boys, and grabbing the four brothers by the arms, they flew up into the air and across the expanse of hell behind their leader. ************* Where are the boys being taken? What task does Satan have in mind for them now? How can they possibly succeed in meeting still two more challenges? For the answer to these and other questions, watch for Part Four next week.