Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2018 10:09:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bator Brad <batorbrad@aol.com>
Subject: Do As Thou Wilt

Mark and I were on our way out of town with Dad at the wheel when we spied
the hitchhiker. We were going to Dad's favorite cabin to spend some time
fishing and reconnecting. Mark had been away at college and was home for
the summer, I had just finished high school, and Dad was on two weeks
vacation from the bank. Me? I'm Lucas, the youngest of two boys.

Dad was just under six feet tall, a bit burly but not fat, with auburn hair
and a beard that sometimes looked dirty blond, sometimes red. His arms and
chest had a light sprinkling of hair, just enough to be manly.

Mark was taller and older than I was, with a swimmer's build and darker
brown hair. "Chocolate," I'd call it. Because he was, in fact, a swimmer he
shaved most of his body smooth but since he was on summer break he hadn't
shaved in a while. He had a "treasure trail" that went from his belly
button (an "outie") down to his crotch.

Then there was me. I was nothing special, really. My hair was lighter than
Dad's and Mark's and curly. I almost never combed it because all I had to
do was run my hand through it and it looked ok. I had a light dusting of
blond hair across my chest and down my arms. I was more stocky than my
brother, made more pronounced by being on the wrestling team for the last
couple of years. My nose was kind of upturned, like Peter Pan or Tom
Sawyer. It made me look like of like a smart ass.

It was late afternoon and we had just driven into a one of those warm
summer showers. Rain pelted the windshield and the wipers were going
lickety split trying to keep the water off the glass. That's when we spied
the young guy, drenched, standing on the edge of the highway. He looked
miserable, his glasses wet and probably hard to see out of. He seemed a bit
skinny, with ginger hair that was plastered to his head. He had on a poncho
but apparently hadn't put the hood up. It looked like he had a backpack on
beneath the poncho. His thumb was out in the traditional hitchhiker sign,
but he didn't seem to have any hope left. He had probably been passed a
million times.

But Dad being Dad, he felt sorry for the kid and pulled off onto the
shoulder. The young man seemed startled, then dashed for the car. Mark was
sitting up front so I popped my door open and slid over. The guy came into
the car like a small typhoon, rain and wind flying all over as he got in
and slammed the door closed.

"Thanks, mister! Geez, I can't thank you enough! I never saw this coming,
it just all the sudden started pouring." He seemed genuine enough. You
can't be too careful these days, you know? Never know who you might let in
your car.

"No problem, young man," Dad replied. "Where you headed?"

"Wherever you're headed is fine," the kid answered. "Just grateful to be
picked up, sir."

Dad frowned a comical scowl. "Well, we're headed to our cabin. But I can
drop you in town."

"Thank you, that's great. I'm Devin." He looked at me.

I reached to shake hands and he took my hand. "I'm Lucas, this is my
brother Mark." His hand was warm and dry with a solid grip for a little
guy.

He held my hand a moment longer than I was comfortable with and said,
"You'll do well."

"Excuse me?"

"You'll do well in the world with a firm handshake like that," he
clarified. "You seem like a guy that knows who he is and what he wants."

"I guess so," I said, uncertain we were understanding each other.

Devin reached up and put a hand on my brother's shoulder and said, "Nice to
meet you guys." Again, his hand lingered. What was he up to, I wondered?

He reached a third time and touched my Dad's shoulder, saying, "Thanks
again, sir!"

Neither Dad nor Mark seemed bothered by the touches, so I let it
go. Probably some idiosyncrasy of the guy.

The remaining drive into town was uneventful. The rain stopped shortly
after Devin got in the car but of course Dad wasn't going to put him out
just because it wasn't raining anymore. He rode with us into town and
offered to buy us dinner at the local diner. Dad said it wasn't necessary
but Devin insisted and it had been a while since our last stop. I dashed to
the men's room once we entered the restaurant because I'd been holding it
since the rain started. Two bottles of iced tea does that to you. As I
stepped to the urinal, I head the door open behind me and Devin stepped to
the next urinal. As he pulled out his dick I caught a glimpse out of the
corner of my eye. It was long, thick and as pale as the rest of his skin
was. Now, in better light, I also saw he had a dusting of freckles on his
cheeks and the back of his hand.

I hadn't come out yet, but I knew guys were my weakness, and ginger guys
with pale skin and freckles were like kryptonite. They literally made me
weak in the knees. I focussed on my own average cock and kept peeing. But
it was getting difficult because Devin was so close and I started to get
hard. Finally I finished and was starting to put myself back together when
I noticed Devin wasn't pissing. He was stroking his cock!

I became transfixed. "Nice isn't it?" he whispered. His cock was hardening
and kept growing. It was at least nine inches long. I nodded. "You wanna
play with it." It was a statement, not a question.

I tried like hell to look away and found I couldn't. Yes, I really did want
to play with it. "Go ahead, it's ok," he urged me.

I reached out and took his cock in my hand. It was warm, like his hand had
been. But hard as stone. Without thought or hesitation, I sank to my knees
and slid his dick into my mouth. He sighed with pleasure. His precum tasted
sweet and hot, like jalapeño jelly. The taste of it made my dick
begin leaking my own precum.

I was lost in the feeling of his huge cock in my mouth. I gagged on it
trying to get as much in me as I could. It was not very long at all before
he tensed, and with a groan he unloaded in my mouth. His semen tasted like
cinnamon red hots. The instant I swallowed his atomic cum, my own cock
bucked and spurted onto the floor. It was the most amazing orgasm I've ever
had. It seemed to go on and on when it must really have only been a few
moments. It was like the moment when you toss something in the air and it
reaches the top of its arc. For a moment it hangs suspended before gravity
pulls it back down.

My head suddenly cleared and I realized what had happened, what I'd
done. "Oh, shit, I'm not sure what came over me Devin..." I stammered.

He laughed like ringing bells, "Don't apologize. I loved it. Wish we could
do it again!" He helped me stand and we both put our dicks away. "Let's go
get some grub!" he said happily.

I made a pretense of washing my hands but Devin just sailed out the
door. What had come over me? I had never done anything like that before. I
just couldn't help myself. Weird.


 As I left the men's room I spied Devin, sliding in next to Mark, opposite
of Dad. They were having a spirited chat with the waitress. I walked slowly
toward them, wondering if what had just happened showed on my face. As I
slid in next to Dad, he was making a comment about how Mark and I would eat
someone out of house and home.

"I imagine Lucas is a big eater," said Devin, giving me a wink. "I wonder
if Mark can keep up with his younger brother?" What was he hinting at?

Mark spoke up, "You bet! I can eat him under the table."

Devin gave an evil smirk and I glared at him. He was being careless and was
going to get us in trouble. His drying hair was starting to regain its
natural curl. From a certain angle it curved into two...horns? No, it
couldn't be!

As if he was reading my mind, our hitchhiker turned and looked directly at
me, then slowly nodded. My jaw went slack. For an instant his skin turned a
dull crimson and there was a shadow of a tail. The image cleared as if a
cloud had passed in front of the sun. He winked again, his eyes dancing
merrily.

What do I do? I wondered. My Dad and Mark are in danger and I can't even
tell them. They'll think I'm insane.

The waitress took our orders and scurried off. I didn't think I was hungry
but when I touched the menu the pit of my stomach burned as if I hadn't
eaten in days. As if Devin's cum had affected me somehow.

Mark and Dad chatted with Devin, asking about where he was from and his
life. Knowing what I knew, most of the answers weren't outright lies, but
they were half-truths or allusions to things my father and brother wouldn't
have put together without the knowledge of who they were talking to. But I
understood what he said. He was allowed to come here every year to collect
...followers? Souls? It wasn't clear.

"So what are you guys going to do at the cabin?" Devin asked. He seemed so
young and innocent. The perfect disguise for a creature as old as time
itself. He was good. So to speak.

"Fishing and goofing off!" Dad said jovially. "Maybe more of the latter,
HA!"

"I just need to get away from school for a while," Mark added. "It's just
been so intense this year. Finals sucked."

Devin looked sort of downcast. "I've never been fishing before. Is it fun?"
Oh no, I see what he's doing!

And before I could interrupt, Dad jumped in with, "If you're not in a hurry
you could come up with us for a few days."

Devin, old bastard, grinned from ear to ear and leered at me. "Really?" he
asked with a hopeful tone.

Dad assured him it was fine and Mark added an enthusiastic cheer. Now what
do I do?


Back in the car, Devin in the back seat with me, I tried to reason with
him.

"I know who you are! You can't do this to my family," I threatened.

He gave me an innocent look. "Do what? Have I hurt you? Have I done
anything you didn't want?" He had me there.

"Well, no. But...but you're evil!" I was confused. "Aren't you?"

"Evil? Was what we shared evil?" He looked like he was honestly
asking. Devin put his hand on my arm. "Quit worrying, Lucas. I'm just here
to...share some pleasure. What's wrong with that?"

That sounded reasonable. He added, "I promise I won't make anyone do
anything they don't want to. That make you feel better?"

I nodded, still confused. "Ok."

Dad asked, "What're you boys talking about?"

"Just getting to know each other," Devin answered and winked at me.

He turned to me and whispered, "Watch this." He made some motions with his
hand aimed at Dad and Mark. Nothing changed. Devin reached over and
unzipped my pants.

I was panic stricken. "Are you nuts?! We'll get caught!"

He pulled out my dick and his hand was warm on it. "Will we?" And with
that, he shoved my cock in his mouth and went all the way down on it. I
went immediately hard.

Again, I felt the burn in my stomach but it traveled down into my nuts. I
felt a wave of lust come over me. I had to have him. I had to give him my
cum. I had to blow a load in his mouth. Suddenly I forgot about my family
in the front seat and grabbed Devin's head and skull fucked him, hard. He
moaned in absolute lust himself. I felt the load building but I couldn't
cum. It built. He sucked. It built higher. He gagged on my cock. He had me
on the edge but I couldn't bust. I was frantic.

"Lemme cum! I gotta cum!" I shouted.

I felt him chuckle. Not yet, I heard his voice say in my head. I felt my
lust grow. I was a human dick, just a full-body penis. Every nerve end I
had was screaming. I felt stretched, like a rubber band. He backed off and
came to a stop. I was shaking. I felt him touch his tongue to the underside
of my glans. Slowly, very slowly, he moved it up to the tip. And back
down. Again and again. Each stroke an agony. So close.

Then, I felt the tip of his tongue as a thin strand snake into my piss
slit. I could feel his tongue inside my cock! It slid down, wriggling. Each
inch was ecstasy. Finally, it touched bottom, near my prostate. One flick,
two...and I screamed. I was unloading in his mouth. I could feel his tongue
slithering in my cock while I blew one, two, three, four, five, SIX times
in his mouth. He kept tickling my cock while he swallowed my cum. When he
did, he began to thrash violently and I saw a huge wet spot form on his
pants. My cum had made him orgasm! This was very hot!

When I awoke, we were pulling into the cabin's drive. Apparently Dad and
Mark never knew what happened in the back seat. Devin explained it was a
simple trick that convinced them nothing was happening that was unusual.
They never even heard me scream. Weird.

As we unpacked the gear and lugged it into the cabin, I asked Devin about
why he and I had cum when we swallowed each other's load. He explained it
was because he was who he was and I was a virgin. That synergy worked both
ways. Demon cum was potent and so was virgin cum, apparently. The effect
was most pronounced with this combination. With a non-virgin he had less
reaction as would I with a non-demon. "We were made for each other," he
joked. But was he joking? Or serious?

Mark grabbed his usual upper bunk and Dad asked if it was ok for the two of
us to share the remaining one. Devin and I looked at each other and
immediately said it was. Dad's bed was in the other room.

We were all tired from the long drive and grabbed a quick dinner of some
cold sandwiches Dad had bought in town and a soda. Devin acted like it was
the best meal he ever had, making "nom nom" noises and thanking us for the
food. We'd shared two meals with him and he'd made me cum twice. Maybe he
wasn't such a bad guy after all. I felt my earlier panic had been kind of
ridiculous now. My defenses went down, but not entirely.

We went to bed having agreed to get an early start shortly after sun up. I
slid into bed in my PJ's but Devin, of course, was stark naked. He snuggled
up next to me and whispered in my ear, "We're going to have such a good
time. You'll see." I was really sleepy, I realized. That's the last thing I
remember. I must have conked out.


I awoke in the gray light of pre-dawn. The bed was cold and Devin wasn't in
it. Neither was Mark. I looked around and saw the back of Mark's head in
one of the living area chairs. The cabin was really just a large room with
a bunk, table and chairs, and a couple of arm chairs near the fireplace.
There was a kitchenette on the back wall. Two doors in the adjoining wall
led to a bathroom and Dad's bedroom. Cozy.

Mark seemed to be saying something. I crept up behind him and peeked around
the side of the chair. Devin wasn't in the room. But Mark was sitting stark
naked, legs spread, in the chair masturbating furiously. And he was
babbling like a crazy person.

"Love you! Love my PEEE-nis. Fuckin' my hand with my PEE-nis. I'm
MASTurbating! MASTurbating! Oh, fuck I'm on the edge. I'm so close.
PEE-nis, I worship PEE-nis," he babbled. He kept on chanting like that
while he stroked his dick. It was hot. I'd seen his dick before, of course,
and even caught him jerking it a few times but we both always acted like I
didn't see anything.

He didn't see me, even when I stood up and walked around in front of him.
His eyes were unfocussed, and at times they rolled back in his head. He
looked possessed. A long string of drool hung from his chin. But he kept
working his cock like his life depended on it.

That's when Devin came in through the back door of the cabin, a couple of
logs in his arms. He saw I was awake and watching my brother. He brought
the logs in and stacked them next to the fireplace.  "Isn't he hot?" the
demon asked.

I demanded to know what he had done to my brother. Again he gave me that
innocent look. I was beginning to realize it was his greatest tool.

"Nothing, really. He was asleep in his bunk but I could feel his dream. It
was a sex dream. I have that affect on people." His voice rang true but
there was something he wasn't telling me.

"Go on," I said.

"Well, I could see what he really wanted. He loves to masturbate.
Apparently he does it a lot at school. So I just whispered that it was safe
to enjoy himself. That he should act on his desire. And he got up and began
beating his meat. He's a total horndog, you know. He jerks his meat for
hours each night. I've seen his memories, they're deliciously perverse."
Devin snickered.

"He's really quite inventive. He's used all sorts of items to probe his
ass, his dick, used different lubes. When it comes to masturbation, he's a
genius."

I was dumbfounded. I had no idea my brother was so...kinky? But dawn was
breaking and Dad would be awake soon. I told Devin he had to help me get
Mark settled down and back to bed.

"No, I don't," he replied and went and sat down in the other armchair
facing my brother. "I want to enjoy this."

"But Dad..."

"Will see nothing out of the ordinary. Trust me," he said flashing me that
oh-so-sincere smile. This whole situation just kept getting weirder and
weirder.

"You want to come here, don't you?" the demon asked. Before I could even
think, my body turned toward him and walked to him, stopping just in front
of him. "Good. Would you like to remove your pajamas?"

"Yes." I said. I was telling the truth, but the censor that normally
prevented me from admitting those sorts of things wasn't working.

I began taking my PJ's off like a stripper. First I unbuttoned the shirt
and let it fall off my shoulders to the floor. I kicked it aside, then
hooked my thumbs in my waistband and slowly inched my pajama bottoms
down. I turned so Devin could see my young bubble butt. I ground it in a
circle while I slid the waistband over the cheeks of my ass. Then I let the
pants fall and kicked them to the side also.

I didn't feel I was being controlled. I just really wanted to do a sexy
dance for this demon, this devil who had been intimate with me. For the
first time in my life I felt totally free. And I danced for him. I ran my
hands over my body, over my ass. I tweaked my nipples and it felt
amazing. My cock was hard as a rock and curved up toward the ceiling.

"What...What's your name?" I asked as I gyrated. "Your real name?"

Devin grinned. "I'm so glad you asked! You're really a smart boy, you know
that, Lucas?" The devil slowly morphed into his true form. His skin was a
dull red. His face remained the same but the red hair became a sensuous set
of horns that arced over his head. He remained the same size, about the
size of a young teen boy. His cock was enormous. It hung obscenely between
his legs, over the edge of the chair and almost touched the floor. As I
looked, a long tail slithered out from between his legs also. It twitched
back and forth like a cat's, always in motion.

"My name is Asmodeus. Do you know who I am?"

"No," I answered honestly. "But I want to." And I kept dancing for him. I
wanted to please him. I wanted him to find me sexy. And his transformation
changed nothing. If anything, I wanted him more. Sexual energy radiated off
of him in waves. I felt lust like I've never felt it before. A desire, an
ache, a hunger for him and his body and what he would do to my body. I
needed him.

"I know you do. It was you that drew me out, you know. I've seen your
memories, too, Lucas. I know you fantasize about Pan and satyrs and demons
and imps. It's ok. Be who you were meant to be. I want you, too." He looked
down at his own stiffening penis. It was so big.

"I'm in charge of many things, Lucas. But mostly, I love to give and
receive pleasure. You've already seen what a great synergy we have. Do you
want me to stay? I will leave if you ask me to and you mean it."

My whole body burned for him. In the chair, Mark kept babbling incoherently
and jerking his dick. It was so kinky, so perverse. And I honestly loved
it. I looked the demon Asmodeus in the eyes and said, "Stay. Please stay. I
can't live without you."

The demon I'd come to know as Devin smiled. "As you wish," he said. He
stood and I walked to him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I'd
never been kissed by anyone before except relatives. His long sinewy tongue
snaked past my lips and pure pleasure exploded in my mouth. I sucked his
tongue hungrily, as if it would give me sustenance.

Right then, Dad's bedroom door opened. He walked out dressed for the day
and went into the bathroom, saying nothing. I don't think he even saw us. I
didn't care.

The demon said in a hushed voice, "I will never lie to you. I never force
anyone to do anything they don't already want to do. Do you believe me?"

"Yes. Oh, yes my master." He smiled a toothy smile.

"Ah it feels so good to hear you call me that, my love. And of your own
volition, without my asking!" He smiled a wicked smile and I felt the room
spin as he turned up the lust factor by an enormous amount. I could feel
carnal joys waiting to be had, as if they were just out of reach.

I'd burn for him. Willingly.

"Watch," he said. And my Dad came out of the bathroom. I heard Asmodeus
whisper, "Do as thou wilt." And as soon as he finished, my dad shucked all
his clothes. I watched him as he walked over to my brother, still furiously
bating his cock. My Dad leaned over and kissed my brother full on the
mouth.

"I've always loved you," he said aloud. He kissed him again, longer,
slipping Mark the tongue. My brother moaned but kept beating his cock. Dad
broke the kiss and began licking Mark's body, first his neck, then his
pits, then his nipples. Every so often he'd say, "I love you, son," or
"You're so beautiful."

When he got to my brother's crotch, he sucked the head of Mark's dick into
his mouth. Mark moaned again, louder. He stopped jerking his cock and
looked down at my father as he blew him. "I know," he said. "And I've
wanted you to love me like this, to notice me. Take me, Dad. All of me."

And as he said it, he screamed and orgasmed so hard he was trembling. And
my Dad, my boring old dad, he sucked it all down. He moaned with lust as
Mark filled his mouth and Dad swallowed every drop. And as soon as he did,
he jerked his own dick just a couple strokes and blew his own load all over
the chair.

"They kept this all bottled up?" I asked my new demon lover. I really felt
sorry for them.

"Yes. But no longer. They're free now." He kissed me again. "And so are
you." His erect penis burned against my skin as he held me tightly. I would
follow him anywhere.

"Ah, I love fishing trips," said Asmodeus.

With that, we disappeared in a puff of fire and brimstone. And he began to
torment me with such exquisite sensations that I can't even describe them.
And I loved every minute of it.


The End?