Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2021 12:23:05 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: Devil's Hollow 4

			      DEVIL'S HOLLOW
				    By
				 Encolpius


DISCLAIMER:  This story contains elements of theistic Satanism

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					FOUR

	In the night, Trip and Rachel relived the coupling in the sleep.
Rachel had warned Trp that she had dreamed of his two prior couplings just
as vividly as if she had been there Rachel had confurmed with Ben that he
had too and she was very nearly certain that their parents had dreamt the
same dream. And the thought of it made her a bit wet.  Paul and Jena saw it
too, in their sleep. And they were troubled by it.  Jena awoke wtih a start
when Trip had gotten between his sisters legs.  She prodded Paul awake. He
slowed to slumber awake and was ashamed. of his erection.

	"Do you ..."  Jena said trembling

	"What?"

	"This place is evil" she said

	Paul had to agree.  It was evil.  Evil had a certain allure, of
course.  An appeal.  But he had to shake that off.  His whole life was on
the line.  He feared he had all ready lost Trip now.  As soon as he had
recognized the danger, it was probably too late for Trip.

	"Everything seems so normal and so abnormal at the same time. But
we have to redouble our faith.  Pray.  Come together as a family first and
then face the world.  Face down Satan.  He who is in us is greater than he
who is in the world"

	"I'm having horrible dreams about the children.  About Trip and
Rachel.  A horrible dream of degenerate things"

	Paul looked at her in horror.  "Tell me about the dream"

	He had a mounting horror as she did.  Her dream was exactly as his
was. The earlier ones too, just of Trip and the girl, the girl that was
actually Aamon.  That she had the same thought that he did horrified him.
That Rachel in the dream knew for a certainty that Aamon was the girl and
that she was a lesbian - which both had suspected - struck him speechless.

	"What do we do?"  Jena asked

	They prayed.  They prayed for strength.  For deliverence.  For
forgivenss.  They prayed for power.  Paul declared that they needed to
carry on. Put on the whole armor of God.  But as his parents struggled to
go back to sleep, fearful of what the next dream might be, Ben climbed
through a window and dropped to the ground.  He ran into the woods and
climbed over the fence.  He stood in the dry creekbed.

	"Aamon" he said in a steady voice.

	Ben found himself on a broad path under a canopy of trees, dark and
mysterious, cut off from the sun or the moon or the stars, the grround
muddy from a small stream that forms when it rains.  Ben was now naked, a
skinny gawky boy, a circlet of orange hair around a man sized cock and
balls.  His whole body was out of proportion, his hands too big and his
arms and legs too long.  Then Aamon was there.  He was naked too.

	"Why didn't you let me come with Trip and Rachel?"

	"Because I knew you would come yourself:" Aamon said.  "I knew you
would.  You most of all:"

	Aamon took him by the hand and led him down the path and around a
corner, Ben saw the cabin.  Just like in his dreams. Ben asked if they
would all see what they did together in there and Aamon said they would.
Ben shrugged.

	"Unless you want to remain pure and innocent?"  Aamon said lightly,
smiling

	"Why would I want to do that?"

	"That's what other people want for you, not what you want for
yourself"

	"Right"

	Aamon took his hand and led him toward the cabin.  With the touch,
Ben began to get hard.  The lust was rising in him and it felt like it was
bleeding over from Aamon, like his lust was boiling over and the hot steam
of his need was enveloping the red headed boy.  By the time they got to the
cabin, both boys were rock hard and boiling.  Just inside the doorway,
Aamon roughly grabbed Ben and pressed their bodies together, their
erections mashed between them, lean wiry bodies against one another and
kissed him hard.  It was the greatest sensation in Ben's life, being kissed
by another boy, his body, his hardness against his skin, feeling it and
seeing it.  And more and better to come.

	"Being a virgin is a waste of time" Aamon said.  "Your new master,
the Lord Satan, denies you nothing"

	Ben went for him, open mouth, tongue, desperate and needy for the
male touch.  He wanted it all.  He was greedy.  It was urgent.  A pressing
need.  They kissed and pressed toghether and Ben reached down between to
hold Aamon's dick.  He didn't ask permission nd Aamon didn't stop him.  It
was amazing.  So amazing.  He had touched himself so many times over the
last year,desperately coaxing out his cum, thinking of all sorts of nasty,
dirty thoughts but actualy touching another person's hard dick was even
more than what he had imagined.

	"Little brother, you are too hot" Aamon said,. "You'll come too
quick and the spell wil be broken.  Let me in your mind and I will make the
pleasure last.  You'll forever remember this night"

	"Hail Satan" Ben whispered.

	Aamon put him on the bed and got between his legs and just stared
and smiled.  Well hung for his age, longer than average, thicker, full
balls and the red-orange pubes, the hair on his taint., the smell of him,
pheromones, sweat and dried semen and pure lust.  Aamon sroked his own
uncut cock as he swallowed the boy down.  All the way.  Balls deep.  He
slid off the boy's rock hard dick, the sensation of it driving shivers of
pleasure to his brain but Aamon modulated his pleasure. to maximize it
while keeping him from going over the edge.  He had to fight it because
Ben's adolescent brain cried out for relief.  The light touch of lips and
tongue and suction as Aaom slid off his dick was amazing.  As he did, Aamon
stopped at the head of it and sucked on it, giving it a hard kiss.  Then he
gatehred up the new foreskin and pulled it taut over the head of it and
nibbled on it.  Ben''s eyes were wide with wander, with shock, with
disbelief.

	"The Lord Satan gives you back what was taken from you" Aamon said

	Ben reached down and stroked his hardc cock, again pulling the
foreskin up and over the head of it, flogging himself. He grinned. He liked
the sensation of a skin hood over it.  But Aamon didn't leave him alone.
He let the boy stroke himself and play with his new toy but Aamon got
underneath and took his ablls in his moth.  He sucked on the nuts and drank
in his odor.  Ben sighed.  It felt good. But he wanted his dick sucked but
Aamon let him demand it.  He could have just done what he knew Ben wanted
-- all of his desires were laid open to him -- but he needed the masculine
charge of demanding pleasure.  He swallowed him down again, plunging deep
and sliding of, using his hand to jack the younger boy.  As Ben groaned,
Aamon blew him, up and down.

	"I want to see" Ben said.

	Aamon came off and watched as Ben played with his new dick.  He
asked why they had done it to begin with.

	"The evil one, Yahweh, demanded it as a sign of his coveeant.  It's
a violence done to you before you even have a choice in the matter.  It is
a sign of his control over you.  The Lord Satan doesn't care but every man
should decide for himself. That's his covenemt.  He isn't the needy,
greedy, cruel one that Yahweh is.  He denies you nothing"

	"I like it" Ben said

	"I like it too.  I like yours" Aamon said, putting his hand on the
stiff hard dick and stroking it slowly.

	Ben sighed.  It was the perfect touch.  Exactly how he would do it
himself.  He closed his eyes and sucked in air and thought it unbelievably
perfect to have another boy touching him there, that way.  The most private
way one can be touched.  No need for shame nor modesty nor guilt.  Just
enjoyment and pleasure.  Giving into the horniness is best.  Aamon
swallowed him down again and that sensation was even better.  He put his
hand on Aaron's head, rubbing the hair with affection, in grattitutde of
the pleasure he was getting from him.  It was perfect. It was all perfect.

	"I want to do you" Ben said

	"Okay" Aamon answered with a smile.  He climbed over him on the bed
and fell beside him

	Ben got between his legs.  The smell was faint and like how his
underwear smelt when he sniffed it at the end of the day - musky and dank,
dried sweat and precum and pheromones.  Ben loved it.  He admirred him.
Full round balls and a long thick uncut cock, hard and throbbing in a nest
of golden pubic hair, a bit of hair between his balls and ass.  It was a
beautiful thing to Ben.  The most beautiful and alluring thing ever.  He
was shy about touching it, touching the cock.  But Aamon smiled and pointed
it toward him.  A bit bolder, Ben took it in his hand and stoked it,
pulling the forekin taunt.

	"Suck me" Aamon said.  Ben was nervous.  He knew he didn't know how
and Aamon had been so good at it. "Don't be anxioous.  It's all perfect
little brother."

	Ben took the firery red head of the dick in his mouth.  He had
neverr sucked a dick before - had never seen a hard one before in real lfe
- But he knew instantly and he didn't hesitate. The cockhead, the foreskin
pushed back, went into his mouth and he tried to do what Aamon had done to
him.  He gotten more than half of it in and used his tongue on the
underside of the piss vein bobbing back and forth on the hard cock, up and
down. He was careful about his teeth.  He understood from the start.

	Ben found himself in the woods, sun dappled in an autumn's golden
light, naked in a clearing.  Two young boys were fighting for his hard
cock.  Ben was the same, horny and no more mature than he was but the boys
were hairless.  His sister, Rachel, naked was stading there watching and so
was Aamon, naked and hard.  The boys fought for it and then one got down
below him and settled it into his mouth, taking him down, his own cocklet
hard and stiff and the boy stroked it.  Ben saw Rachel and Aamon smiling as
they each masturbated themselves.  And then he was back, Aamon's full grown
cock in his mouth.

	He didn't ask but he continued with the blow job.  Aamon quetly
said.  "You and Rachel will serve me.  You will be my consorts"

	Ben stopoed.  "Rachel doesn't like boys and I don't like girls"

	"And yet we will all be as one"

	Ben took him back down again and this time took him all the way
down.  He didn't gag.  Whn Aamon held his head down on his cock, Ben still
didn't gag.  He was proud that he was able to suck the dick like he could.
Take it down.  He tugged on Aamon's full rich balls and when the boy
moaned, Ben felt immense pride.  It made him so happy to know that he was
giving Aamon pleasure.

	"My lust is yours.  My heat boils over onto you" Aamon said.

	And Ben did feel incredibly horny.  Beyond imagining horny.  His
dick throbbied and twitched as he sucked Aamon.  He stroked it, almost to
relieve the pleasure.  His still perfect uncut dick.  He loved every part
of Aamon;'s body. The boy body, the young man's body.  Male beauty is the
highest perfection.

	"I will fuck you" Aamon said.

	Ben wanted it.  More than anything he new, he wanted it.  He hadn't
thought of fucking until the very second Aamon said but once said, he
wanted it.  On the bed, Ben laid on his back, his legs up in the tuck
postion, his nearly mansized balls hanging down and his hard dick agains
his crotch.  Aamon was hard.  His body lean and indisputaly male.

	"Will they see it?"  Ben asked "In their dreams?  Like Trip and
Rachel?"

	"They will"

	"Good. I want them to see me get fucked" Ben said.

	Aamon took his dick and aimed it for his ass sphincter.  He pushed
his cock in as Ben tensed a little but it didn't hurt at all.  At first, he
felt little but then he began to feell full dwn there.  Not bad and, as
Aamon moved, it felt better.  It was like Aamon was growing inside of him
as he fucked him.

	"Uuuhhh" Ben moaned "I love it"

	He stroked his dick as Aamon fucked him. He felt full but it wasn't
uncomfortable.  It was deeply, incredibly pleasurable.  Almost beyond
description.  He wanted to coax as much out of it as he could. by stroking
himself, his hand on his senstitive, now over sensitive, cock as the
horniness flooded him.  He felt it.  He wanted it.  He needed the action in
his ass.  He didn't feel passive.  He felt masculine.  Testosterone flooded
over him. The lust of it all flooded voer him.  The weight of Aamon pressed
against his thighs as the sound of bodies coming together, sound the rhythm
of the bed squeeking the only sound over his grunts and groans.

	"It feels so good" Ben moaned.  "I love your dick"

	Aamon reached down and stroked Ben as he fucked him. Aamon held
Ben's hardness in his hands and he feed his hardness to Ben's ass.  The boy
was lost in ecstasy.  He wanted that dick and he wanted it hard.  Ben's
balls were up tight against his body as Aamon pounded him hard.

	"Uuuuhhh" Ben groaned and then he shot

	It wasn't a full thick load but more thin and watery but definitely
cum and it shot out of his dick in 2 spurts as the wave of orrgasm came
over him.  With that Aamon pushed his dick into him and unladed, filling
Ben's ass with his seed.

	Ben smiled uo at Aamon.  "Hail Satan"

	"Hail Satan" Aamon siad with a smilr "Freedom and lust"