Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 02:10:18 -0800 From: Dark Broski Subject: Daddy, The Devil, and Me: Epilogue 1 - Drake Daddy, The Devil and Me: Epilogue File#1 - Drake Drake awoke outside of town. He was very confused and his head was ringing with images of what had just happened. His cock unable to be removed from his son, his son being a dirty little slut. He began rubbing himself through his shorts. How did he get dressed? What's going on? It didn't really matter though. His cock needed attention. He kneeled down onto the dirt road he was on and began stroking his dick. All his mind would see was his son's face. "Adam..." he moaned. He longed for his dick to be fully inside him again. Why had the orgy suddenly ended? Was Clarence behind it? But why? As he pumped his shaft into his hand over and over he heard a loud CLANG and looked up the street to the right. Off the side of the road was a broken down vehicle, and it seemed someone was working underneath it. "What a second, this is the exact same place where Clarence's car set aflame." Drake looked down at his burned hands with the symbols etched in them. This is where it started, except its different. The road wasn't paved. Why, the road hadn't been a dirt road since...Adam was born..." Drake pulled up his shorts and took a couple steps towards the broken down vehicle and gasped. That wasn't just a broken down car, it was his car he had when he first graduated high school. And if memory served correctly, the one who was working on right before... A young male, shirtless and covered in oil, stood up and kicked the tire of the car in frustration. He looked a lot like Adam, but even more so like Drake. "That's...me??" Drake gasped. "Yes it is." Clarence's voice grazed his ear. Drake froze. Clarence was once again in a full suit, suddenly he had appeared behind Drake. He had his arm around his waist from behind and was whispering to Drake. "Do you remember anything else about this day...Drake?" Clarence teased. Drake's cock was throbbing, having Clarence touching him. So close to him. His head was getting foggy. Drake unconsciously took Clarence's hands and put one around his throat, and the other in his mouth. He wanted to be completely dominated by him. Clarence gave his throat a quick squeeze, "Don't worry Drake, plenty of time for that...but right now you need to be a good boy and do what I say....now...do you remember anything else about this day?" he released his grip on Drake. Drake coughed for a second, his cock splurging out a wave of precum while he caught his breath. He wanted to please Clarence so he tried to focus. His hairy chest heaving with every breath. "Let's see...I was coming home from an out of town event...ha...my car broke down...I think it was something lodged in my engine from underneath...and I got home and I found... ADAM!" "That's right Drake...this is the day Adam was left on your doorstep by that girl." Clarence whispered into Drake's ear. "But wasn't it strange that Adam kind of came out of no where? Heck...do you even remember anything about his mother...?" Drake tried to think but everything was fuzzy. "No...no I can't...it was a long time ago..." "Or maybe...because she never existed..." Drake went to turn around to face Clarence but Clarence firmly held him in place and continued. "You see Drake...as I've mentioned, we had met before...and it was right here. At this very spot." Clarence's hands were digging into Drake's waist. "I was going around, collecting souls in order for me to open up my realm into this one, I need a certain amount of power...and then I came across you." Drake listened as he watched his younger self, tinkering with the car. He was surprised he hadn't noticed them yet. Drake could see from here even as a younger guy he had a really defined back and really nice calve muscles too. "You were going to be just another feeding session for me, but as I seduced and began to rape you..." Drake startled, "You HAD SEX WITH ME?" "Shhhhh..." Clarence hushed him and kissed Drake's neck. Drake's neck started burning, almost to a point of intense pain but it was making his cock harder, leak more, feel good more. He whimpered. "Yes, you were so easy to trick. I didn't think anything of it. Until the part you were to give up your soul to me...suddenly something inside you snapped. And not in a good way." Young Drake in the distance was pouring some water on his chest, cooling himself down. His body glistening in the afternoon sun. No wonder Clarence would choose such a sexy boy to corrupt. "Something inside you fought back, splicing your soul into two parts. One, more corruptible, easily influenced. Another, completely naive, innocent, pure. So you see Adam was just an extension of yourself. Never a son in the traditional sense. You fucking him was still incestual, and even better completely sinful. You were fucking your own pure soul out of him. Didn't that make your cock feel good?" Drake trembled. Clarence reached to Drake's dick and stroked it through his shorts. "And now Drake...you're going to go one step even further into perversion...you're going to fuck yourself. You're going to fuck yourself and take your own soul...then give it to me. Willingly give it to me. You'd like that right?" Clarence's scent, touch, voice, was overtaking all of Drake's senses. "And then I'll finally have every little part of your soul. All for me. And you can finally stop thinking, and join me. Become a part of my eternal army of lust." Drake moaned at the idea. It could be like the church forever. Almost as if reading his mind Clarence said, "The church was just the tip of my power to bring pleasure to you Drake...give me your complete soul and I'll be able to open up my entire realm onto yours. And Drake...if you complete this cycle of sin...you will become my right hand. Now go...fuck yourself." With that Clarence vanished. Drake was still a little confused. How could he not remember having sex with a guy, let alone a demon, when he was 20 years old? Especially since he is only into girls. Or was. Or whatever. His cock was straining against him. He knew what he needed to do. Not only did he want to make Clarence happy, but the idea of seeing his own young body twitching in demonic pleasure was starting to sound like the hottest thing he could think of. He wished Adam was here so they could both share his cock, fuck both of them. Technically they'd be like brothers? Hot little faggot cocksucking brothers. Worshipping his dick. Drake grinned an evil grin and approached his younger self. Drake got to the car and younger Drake was back underneath the engine. "Everything ok boy?" CLANK! Young Drake hit his head as Drake spoke. "Fuck! Shit!" the young muscular body moved out from under the car. "Sorry sir. I didn't realize anyone was nearby. I think I can handle it." Drake looked down into his own eyes. The boy was just sitting there looking up. His chest barely any hair on it compared to now. He could feel the burning lust of Clarence's kiss starting to work its magic on him. "Stand up boy." Drake commanded. Young Drake did, and leaned against the car. Spitting off the to the side as he eyed Drake. Drake stepped up so his body was right against his, their faces right next to each other. Drake stared deep into his own eyes, and flexed his cock. Young Drake's eyes widened and he began to try to sidestep away. Drake slammed his arm against the side of the car. It made young Drake flinch. "Hey, I'm just trying to get home man..." young Drake started. Drake just stared at him, almost as if he was a wild animal staring down his prey. His cock was shivering with excitement. This was the most perverted thing Clarence could allow him to do. He was going to rape himself. And he was gonna make sure it hurt. "Open your mouth boy." Young Drake timidly did what he was told. Unsure what was going to happen. Drake spit into his mouth, a big fucking loogie that slimed its way down young Drake's throat before he could realize what happened. Once he did, young Drake went to spit it out but Drake grabbed him by the chin. "Keep your mouth open! KEEP IT OPEN!" he growled. Seeing the fear in his very own young eyes was turning Drake on like no other. He couldn't wait to see the fear be replaced with insatiable lust, with it turning soulless as he gave it all up to their true God. As Drake held his chin, he pushed forward and began making out with young Drake. Pushing into him even more against the car. Not letting him escape. Forcing his tongue down the boy's throat. After awhile, Drake could tell he was kissing back. He really was easy when he was younger. After what seemed like blissful eternity he pulled back. Spit and slobber all over young Drake's face. "It would be a shame to let all that spit go to waste..." Drake said. He pushed young Drake down to his knees. There was no resistance coming from him. It was if he knew he was going to do this, as if he was here all along, meant to do this. Drake took out his engorged dick and began rubbing it all over his face, letting the spit transfer onto it. His younger self's smooth face. He forgot how he use to shave everything back then. Drake's dick due to the demonic influence of Clarence, had now reached about 14 inches long and 4 inches thick across. "Look how big your fucking dick gets...worship your future fuck stick..." Drake commanded. Young Drake didn't quite understand what he meant, but the smell from this man's crotch was intoxicating. There was no denying himself the pleasure of putting this dick in his mouth. He needed to do as he was told if he wanted to get out of this eventually. His own cock was pressing against his jeans aching from some attention but he didn't want to do anything but focus on the giant cock in front of him. Drake straddled his legs on either side of young Drake's face and began to dick downward into the waiting throat. There was a lot of resistance at first but Drake didn't care. He would have to learn some time. Feeling him take the virginity of his own throat was mesmerizing. He couldn't believe how hot it was to see his own young face covered in spit and mouth juices. Just imagine what it would look like with cum. *GAH GUP GULG GUH GAHG* With every long descent into young Drake's throat, Drake could feel him giving in more and more. By the time he was fucking him he'd easily give up his soul. And Clarence will be happy. Thinking about Clarence while staring down at himself being turned into a cockslut was driving Drake towards the edge. He began banging his hips so hard down that young Drake's head kept banging against the car door. Drake didn't care. He wanted it to be so painful that he'd never forget it, that all sex wouldn't compare because he would always need pain. He wanted to make himself so fucked up that in the future, when Clarence comes to town, they immediately rape everything together. How dare he try to resist his Lord for so long. Young Drake was beginning to lose consciousness, between lack of air and his head being whacked around he didn't have much more time left before passing out. Just when his vision started going dark however, Drake removed his dick and let him catch his breath. Young Drake coughed up spit, pre-cum, virginal fluids from his throat. As he was catching his breath Drake was standing him up, bending him over, pulling down his pants. "You ready for this slut?" sneered Drake. "No..." young Drake tried to call out. Drake began pushing in his fucking corrupted dong. "Aaaaggggh!" Young Drake grimaced. Then POP. Drake's giant cock head was shoveling out any resistance young Drake might have had. Suddenly young Drake was overcome with a hot flash of lust and passion as this stranger's cock infiltrated him. Drake couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. His own fucking virginity. Just then he heard Clarence whispering in his ear. "There you go Drake. Rape him. Rape him." "RAAAAAPE HIIIIM!" Drake bellowed out as he began slam fucking himself. Drake could feel the power of his cock ruining his own virgin hole. He wanted to fuck it til young Drake was screaming. He pulled on young Drake's hair and made him turn his neck to look at him while he was getting fucked. Of course Drake spit on him. Young Drake's face was wide eyed with pleasure and his mouth agape, letting out deep rumbling moans that was sending quivers of pleasure through his whole body. He was holding himself up against the car, but his dick was dripping out his virgin cum over and over. "You want to be a slave boy? A slave to cock?" Drake panted out. "Yeah...YEAH!" Young Drake moaned. "Take his soul Drake. He wants you to. You want to...." Clarence whispered. Just then Drake let out a demonic roar, his eyes turned red and his hands began to glow. His tongue was flailing out all around like a serpent as his hips propelled him further and further into his own boycunt. Young Drake could see there was a change going on by seeing Drake's reflection in the side view mirror he was facing. It was a bit scary, but turned him on. And at this point, his body wouldn't let him off that dick even if his mind wanted to. He could feel something creeping deep inside him. Like a vacuum. It was the oddest experience. But incredibly erotic. The more pleasure he felt the more intense the vacuum seemed to pull on him. Meanwhile, Drake began speaking in tongue as he raped his own soul. "Gwere dey falak sey jora den fot!" It was coming out more like gibberish. Not only were his eyes red, but all he could see was red. The only thing he could make out was a strand of the color blue. The fucker's soul. The soul inside young Drake. He was fucking it out of him. Drake went from chanting to laughing maniacally. HAHAHAHA! HA HAHAHA! His powerful abs becoming more muscular as he fucked. He was raping himself. He was RAPING himself. HE LOVED IT. "HAIL SATAN!" He burst out. "HAIL SATAN!" He began repeating it. "HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN HAIL SATAN! FUCK GUYS CHANT WITH HIM HAIL SATAN HAIL SATAN HAIL SATAN YEAH STROKE YOUR FUCKING PERVERTED COCKS CHANTING HAIL SATAN. YOU WANT TO BE CORRUPTED TOO. HAIL SATAN FUCKING THAT BOYCUNT IN THE NAME OF SATAN GIVE UP YOUR SOUL AND STROKE YOUR COCK HAIL SATAN DRAKE CAN"T FUCKING STOP, HIS MOUTH IS FLAILING FOAM EVERYWHERE. ALL THAT MATTERS IS GETTING YOUNG DRAKE TO SAY IT AND HE CAN GET THE REST OF HIS SOUL OUT OF HIM. ALL TOGETHER BROTHERS WE MUST CHANT HAIL SATAN. COMPEL YOUNG DRAKE TO GIVE IN. HAIL SATAN. FUCKING DEMON COCK EVERYWHERE HAIL SATAN! FISTING, PISSING, FROTTING, HAIL SATAN! INCEST, FATHERS BROTHERS COUSINS HAIL SATAN! SATAN TAKING OUR SOULS HAIL SATAN TAKE A HIT OF YOUR FUCKING POPPERS HAIL SATAN GIVE INTO YOUR COCK HAIL SATAN! NOW GIVE HIM YOUR CUM!!! "HAAAAAIILLLL SAAATTTAAAANNN!" Young Drake screamed as the cum from Drake filled him and his soul was sucked out into Drake's cock. Drake's cock made a loud SUCKTION noise as it pulled out of young Drake's ass. Young Drake turned around, back against the car, his pants around his work boots and was stroking his cock fervently. Tongue out, eyes glazed, watching the cum drip off of Drake's big cock. He went from some cool and collected kid to not even being able to speak. Only moans and snarls were coming from him. "Good job Drake...you fucked him into insanity..." as Clarence spoke Drake's cock shot another huge gallon of cum. All landing perfectly on and in young Drake's mouth. It made young Drake cum so hard it shot up into his own mouth as well. Covered in cum, covered in sin. "Now...let's complete the cycle." Clarence pushed Drake over, he put his hands against the car, his head face to face with his younger, cum faced, insane self. "Damn it, Clarence!" Drake said as Clarence began to push his demonic cock into him. It was hot, felt like it was even tearing him apart. He didn't want to look and see how big it was, for he knew it probably would just make him pass out. "Shhh...relax Drake..." Drake did as he was told. The plunging inside of him never seemed to end. How deep was Clarence gonna go? "Pain is pleasure....right Drake..." Drake hadn't realized it but the pain had numbed, he could feel every speck of Clarence's cock, working inside of him like a pole covered in molten lava. He could feel the huge veins rushing with blood and lust, working his hole. Making his hole the perfect thing to... In. Out. In Out. Clarence's cock began pumping. "Ohh...OHHH FUUUUCK" the increase in pleasure quadrupled. Drake was moaning like a little bitch. As he was being fucked, with every forward thrust his face would move toward young Drake's. Who still had his tongue out, cum dripping from his mouth, his eyes a twisted flame burned into Drake. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE CREATED!" Clarence bellowed, "YOUR SIN HAS CORRUPTED EVEN YOU! " "OOOOHHHHHAAAAA FUUUUUUUCK YEAAAAAAAAAH!" Drake bellowed. Then young Drake's cum filled mouth began to move closer to Drake as the twisted flame in his eyes engulfed Drake. All Drake could think is, "Fill me with my cum. Let me taste MY cum. I NEED MY CUMMM!!!" As his younger self's lips touched his a guttural moan traveled through his abdomen up through his throat. The spit, the tongue, the CUM. Drake could feel himself merging with his former self through their passionate, lust induced kiss. Meanwhile Drake's hips were bucking back against Clarence's thrusts. Finally. Finally Drake was the slut he was meant to be. The slut Clarence wanted him to be since all those years ago. Meanwhile Clarence himself was feeling the decades long pleasure he had been wanting. He hadn't fucked a soul so powerful in a long time. He even found himself losing himself in his cock. All that mattered was Drake's hole, and the chipping away at his younger bitch's soul. All around them the world burned away. The past, present, future, all nothing. Clarence, smoldering, ever growing hard cock still inside of Drake, used his strength to lay on his back, so Drake could ride him in a fucking hot squatting motion. "Look Drake, look around your new home." Drake opened his eyes, around them were just mountains of flesh, writihing, moaning, cumming, mountains as high as the eye could see. And Clarence just kept fucking him. "WELCOMG TO MY WORLD!" Clarence had changed into his full Satanic self. His magnificent horns, his feet hooves, his body more muscular than ever, and his cock, his cock was bigger than any fore-arm Drake's breathing was rapid, irregular, he had two giant fuck mountains in his view. It was like taking 1000 popper hits into his system at once. All while bouncing on that demon king's cock. The view of insane flesh, the smell of lustful depravity, and the cock, the cock disfiguring his insides. He hadn't realized it but his cock was spewing cum nonstop, not just a constant flow, but a constant geysur of cum, covering him and SATAN beneath him. And that's when he noticed it, his younger self, lurching towards him. Getting Closer, closer.... Right before his eyes the youth was transforming with every step he took. His muscles more defined, his cock bigger, horns growing out of his head. His flesh cindered in red, and as he kneeled before Drake, he knew it was over. He was forfeiting everything. Not just his soul, his life, his future, his past... The tip of the now demonic young drake began to enter him, right alongside Clarence's. Drake's tongue was sticking out like an idiot, his tongue even felt longer, hotter, he felt if he wanted he could stretch it out to wrap around his own cock. And you know what? That's what he fucking did. He was becoming a demon, a fucking whore demon slut for his new master. Everything that happened since the moment Clarence walked into his auto shop, ever since he was a young 20 year old, all lead to this moment. Young drake was now fully inside Drake, pressing his corrupted dong just as far as Clarence, him stretching his tongue out, to invade Drake's throat. Even though their faces were a good 2 feet away from each other. Clarence was now tired of playing with Drake's feelings. Now to take the last bit of his soul. "Proclaim your soul to me....and be MINE!" Satan bellowed. As Satan spoke Drake thrust himself harder than ever on the two fist like cocks, his muscular thighs thighs driving him to pile drive himself. Satan then whispered, "And then, your son will be just like you..." Time seemed to freeze, the pleasure gone Drake was feeling. His son. Adam. If he lost his mind, would he be able to enjoy fucking his son? If he became a demon, would his son get the pleasure of his father's dick inside him again? Does his son exist? As he thought of his son, a big splooge of his own jizz vomited from his cock onto him. Drake sighed. He didn't want to just hail Satan.... He wanted to FUCK his SON into a DEMON. He wanted to fuck him, and watch Adam turn into a demon like he just watched his younger self. HIS COCK needed to be the one to defeat it. "GRUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH" A mighty throe released from Drake as he stood up on his muscular calves and thighs. A giant BOOOM echoed as his hole came off the two demonic dicks. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" screamed Clarence. Immediately Drake bowed his head and began to pray," "Dear Lord, who art in Heaven," "STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Yelled Clarence, his Satanic form starting to weaken. "Please, save what is left of my soul, Save me, and I will do your will to my best ability." The Hell dimension began to fade in and out. "NO! YOU CANNOT!" Satan was looking more like a man, the hellfire around them dissipating, younger Drake vanishing. "I FORSAKE SATAN IN LIGHT OF THE TRUE GOD!" As Drake shouted the words a swirling light engulfed him. Drake woke up in a white room. No doors, no windows, nothing. Just endless white. The only remaining clothes on his body was a tattered waist from his shorts, and half a boot. A thousand voices echoed from above in unison. "You....you who has partaken in more sin than anything, WHY do you call for my grace!?" "The temptations of the flesh are within me. However, so is the love for my son. I do NOT want my son to end up as the beings I have been pleasured with." Drake said, pretty much lying. "Do you take us for fools? You have raped, molested, blasphemed, you dare think we shall grant you sanctuary?" Drake looked up at the endless light. "I'll do anything, just to be with my son." After moments of silence that seemed to take forever, the voices spoke. "Very well. However, your soul is shattered. You can only redeem it by going against the one you used to worship." "Clarence..." Drake muttered. "SATAN!" the voices pierced Drake's brain, "We will grant you some power in facing him, however...Satan seems to have custody of your "Adam" so take heed. You will need to play this game carefully. And even if you reach Adam, unless you are redeemed, we will take the boy who was never meant to be born, and you will never see him." "I agree to these terms!" Shouted Drake. "Very well, we will be watching...." Drake screamed out in pain as two wings began to grow from his back. The agony seemed to go on for hours, days, years. No matter how much he wanted, he couldn't pass out from the pain. The powers above would not let him. They were punishing him. But as long as that punishment was towards him, and as long as he could trick them into getting Adam back. It would be worth it. Clarence took Drake to the threshold of pleasure, and now that he knew what it would be like, he was determined to go back there, with his son, to be forever raped for eternity. END EPILOGUE ************************************************************************************ I had to cum in my mouth. HOLY FUCK! I know I got carried away there at some parts but Jesus I have been thinking about this chapter for over a year. You guys have no idea, almost every time I would try to write a paragraph I would start getting insanely hard, unable to continue and had to immediately cum in my mouth. I shot countless loads over and over into my mouth, while squeezing my balls and the spit from my tongue wagging all over covering my fucking face. The image of the two mountains of flesh writhing that Drake sees while being fucked, I couldn't even write about at first. The vision is so detailed, so perfect, just by thinking of it I ruined so many boxers, my precum so thick and filthy, staining everything. I only write that because I want you guys to know how far down the rabbit hole I've fallen. When I started this, it was just for fun, just an idea. That first chapter was inspired by a porn about guys who couldn't help themselves when wearing a certain article of clothing. No religious undertones at all. I had no idea it would result in me drawing pentagrams on my floor, huffing poppers, partaking in orgies. I was just a virgin when I started writing. And now look at me. I just turned 25. A lot of you have asked me to send videos of me doing things. Believe me, I WANT to. Just right now I can't, I have a somewhat high profile job and until I am secure financially / go so deep I don't give a fuck, I can't put my livelihood in the lines. If you want videos and pics of me descending into lustful madness, keep emailing me. Send me pictures of your worshiping your cock. Send me videos of you chanting "HAIL SATAN" as you cum. Tell me how hard you blow, tell me all your perversions and most importantly, tell me how badly you want my fucking cock inside you. To corrupt you. To fuck you senseless. Then as we build our lust into each other, you will be rewarded. my email is darkbroski@gmail.com Let's cock rape our minds.