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Subject: The Devil You Know Disclaimer: the following story contains descriptions of sexual relationships between adults (and Satan) and minors, if that is not allowed for you for any legal or moral reasons, please don’t read. If you’re still here, this is a story told from the point of view of the man downstairs. It’s meant to be a little funny and hopefully a lot sexy. It’s not a comment on religion, society, moral standards etc. It’s just wanking material, please use it as such. I’d love to hear from you: ail Please consider donating to the archive: fty Thanks, Ben The Devil You Know by Ben Writing (m/b(11) oral, anal, rimming) I like to come in the window. Sure, I could just appear, do my business and go, but I like to take my time. You may think that I’m busy, you know, controlling all of the evil in the world and whatnot, but this is the reality; that part of my job runs on autopilot. The vast majority of people on earth come to see me after death. The bar is pretty low: murder, of course, that’s an automatic, but some things you would never guess will get you kicked to the basement by the arrogant pricks upstairs. Screw over the poor? Welcome, my friend. Cruel to animals? See you soon. Steal? Injure? Unethical? Not generous? You’re getting turned away at the pearly gates without a thought. I get the reports, obviously, and it’s down to ten percent being let in (if that), can you believe it? The torture? I don’t even bother anymore. Sure, the worst ones, they get it good. But everyone else? It’s just a housing issue. After that, they’re on their own. And when they realize that the guardrails are off, that they already failed the test and this is the result? Well, then they go crazy. The amount of drugs, drinking and fucking is at an all-time high. Nowadays, my realm is the best time in the universe. If the goody-goodies upstairs knew what they’d suffered through their lives to miss, they’d be furious at a life wasted. They think that they’re living it up floating on clouds and playing harps. Would you rather do that or fuck all night long? Oh, and it’s always night down here, so the debauchery never lets up. With my world running smoothly, it gives me a break to do my favorite thing. What’s that? Since we’re all friends or future acquaintances here, I’ll let you know; it’s to fuck children. I don’t care if it’s a boy or girl, the feel of that young, small body beneath me is my version of heaven. Actually, that’s a lie, it’s fucking boys. If god can play favorites (fucking Noah, what a dickhead, if you met him you’d agree), so can I. And you know what? The boys love it. Ok, I can influence their thoughts, but I use that for others who need my help. With me the little lust-monsters are drawn in. Children are naughty, and I am the king of naughty. Even when they don’t know that, they sense it and they’re in. There’s nothing more glorious than the gap-toothed grin that crosses their dirty face when I slip into a boy’s warm body. I’d never want to hurt them, my job is to punish the guilty, not harm the innocent. But I do derive pleasure from their pleasure, because those desires, those feelings? They all come from a dark place, and that’s what I’m all about. Here’s a perfect example: Tonight I’m visiting Billy. I became aware of him when I visited his grandfather. Billy’s granddaddy was definitely on his way down, but he needed a couple more immoral business deals to seal his fate. He was definitely the type that we’d like to see in our world, a complete pervert and swinger even though he was in his seventies, that kind of thing. So I visited him to finalize a deal to buy an apartment building, evict all of the tenants, rob the place of anything valuable, then release the stripped apartments at a higher rent. That’s the kind of shit that’s a point of emphasis with the “good guys”, and I can’t really disagree. While grandpa was signing away his soul, I was distracted by 4′ 10″ and 85 pounds of gorgeous blond-haired, blue eyed twelve-year-old boy. Like I said, children are naughty and that means that they’re drawn to me like a magnet. This let me lay the groundwork, “Who is this handsome young man?” I asked while staring right into the boy’s eyes and giving him a wink. “I’m Billy!” he answered cheerfully with a twinkle in his eye. “And I’m Mr. Johnson,” I answered, having not chosen the most original name, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Watch out for that one,” granddad warned me, “I love him, but he’s hell on wheels.” The boy’s face drew into a frown, “Well, nothing wrong with a little spunk,” I said, causing him to brighten. Leaning closer to him, I stage whispered, “People tend to say I’m trouble too. Maybe you and I can get into trouble together sometime,” our eyes never leaving each other. I started thinking that “sometime” may come quickly if this boy was as precocious as he seemed. “Sounds like fun,” he answered, then glanced at his grandfather who hadn’t heard a word of our conversation. I know that I told you that I don’t need to manipulate the children, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t facilitate things by making others less aware. Turning up the ringing in grandpapa’s hearing aid caused him to miss anything that was said until I lowered it to finish our business. Billy chose to sidle up next to me and even sit in my lap as the last document was signed. “I’ll see you soon,” I whispered to Billy as I walked out the door, he just smiled slyly, somehow knowing that it was true. He may not have expected how soon, though, and probably not in his bedroom. As I said, I like to come in the window, since for me they’re always unlocked. Billy still had a little boy’s room, obviously not redone since he was maybe five years old. There was a mirror on his dresser and I caught my reflection as I walked toward his bed. Don’t believe any of that stuff about the dead not showing up in mirrors, we’re really there, so you can see us just fine. What I saw was a man with a strong jaw and handsome features staring back at me. My attention moved to a poster hung on the wall nearby. It was from a Nickelodeon tv show, and I couldn’t help but notice my resemblance to the character of the father. You could probably guess that I can take any form that I like. I also have the option of looking like myself, you know, horns, diyarbakır escort a tail, red skin, the whole nine yards. I guess that I appeared to too many artists once upon a time and my goose was cooked. But the other option was to take the form that the observer imagined. For Billy that meant the father on his favorite tv show. I guess that there may have been some missing dad-time for our little boy. He was sleeping peacefully, and I watched for a moment, but not long, because, at this point I needed to get off. I leaned over and pressed my lips lightly to his smooth cheek. The boy stirred slightly, then his eyes popped open wide and he sat up. “Hi, Billy,” I said calmly, not worried about anyone hearing, I’d made sure to impair the hearing of everyone else in the house, “do you remember me?” I asked, “We met this morning? You said that you wanted to do naughty things with me.” This wasn’t really the truth, but close enough that it made the inexperienced boy doubt his memory. “Mr. Johnson?” he asked slowly, rubbing his eyes, “why are you in here?” I stood up and smiled down at him, my large frame dwarfing his, “I’m here to do naughty things,” I explained, and started to unbutton my shirt. “What are you doing? What kind of things?” he asked me. “Sex things,” I answered, no need to beat around the bush, “we’re going to do naughty and sexy things,” I finished as I released the last button and opened my shirt revealing my strong upper body. Still wide-eyed, Billy stared at my chest with interest, his eyes roaming down to my hard abs. I walked to him and bent down, smashing my lips to his. He stayed with me for a moment, then pulled back. “You taste like candy!” he said in surprise. You may have thought that I’d have a putrid smell, that I’d basically smell like death. This was something that I had no control over. I smelled and tasted like the most evil thing that the person had ever done. For a teen who was constantly jerking off, I may have the bleachy smell of young cum. An adulterer would smell wet pussy. The smell of death was reserved for the murderers, the ones who really deserved their punishment. I took a guess at what Billy’s sin was. “Did you steal candy from the drug store?” I queried. “How did you know?” he said in shock. “Because, that’s why I smell like candy,” and then, because secrecy meant nothing now, I told him the truth, “because I am the source of all naughty things in the world, and that’s the naughtiest thing that you’ve ever done,” before correcting, “until tonight.” “What am I doing tonight?” he asked. “I already told you,” I said, “and now you’re going to take off your clothes,” I explained as I started to work on my belt. The frightened boy started to lift his cartoon pajama top over his head causing me to have the obvious reaction, my pants tenting just before I unzipped and lowered them without ceremony. My underwear had a nice wet spot forming at the tip of my large cock. Did you expect that I’d be small? Billy will remember his first time, that’s for sure, he’ll crave his evil father’s giant appendage for years. He’ll beg me to come to him, and I’ll break down occasionally, opening him again, feeling his tiny hole grasp onto me. Lowering my last bit of clothing, I let my dick bounce in the boy’s face. Billy was obedient, probably not even understanding why, but he was wriggling out of his pajama pants that were just a little too tight and a struggle to remove in his seated position. “It’s so big,” he muttered as he stared at my prized possession. I won’t say that his flattery didn’t warm my heart, I started as a mortal, I’m just as proud of my junk as the next guy. Wagging my hard dick in front of him I told him, “Wrap your hand around it, I want you to stroke my cock.” Billy lifted his hand than stopped, “Who are you?” he asked. “Billy, you know who I am and you want to do these naughty things because you are a very special and naughty boy,” then I laid out the highest praise, “I can be with anyone in the world, but I’ve chosen to be with you tonight. And now is the time to show me your appreciation. Touch me, Billy,” I ordered. His little hand moved again and I groaned when I felt the feathery touch of his diminutive hand, quickly growing bolder and gripping me tighter. “That’s it baby,” I moaned, “you rub my cock, show me yours too,” I instructed. Even though he had disrobed, his seated position had his goods trapped between his legs. On my command he did a sort of hip thrust and his three inch boner sprung into view. “Oh, that’s so sexy, naughty boy. Stand on your bed, I’m going to suck your cock,” I announced plainly. He scrambled to his feet and presented his gorgeous body to me. This wasn’t something that I was going to ease into, I wanted that hard little shaft in my mouth and I devoured him, the boy gasping at the warm wet sensation. “You’re using your mouth!” he stated in shock, “that’s so weird!” I laughed a little, slurped away on his wonderfully solid unit. Then I let him slip out, took a quick taste of his tiny, soft ballsack and stood back up. “You’re turn,” I said as I stood on the bed with him and put my hands on his head guiding him lower, “time to suck my cock, little boy,” I told him, pushing Billy down until I towered over him and he was face to face with his first cock, “go ahead, baby,” I instructed gently, “make me feel good, do the naughty thing.” He smiled to himself and glanced up at me quickly, he knew what he was, “That’s right, you know what you want to do, bad boy. Now suck that big fucking cock.” With steady pressure from my left hand on the back of his head and my right holding my meat out for him, Billy did the right thing, opened up wide and let me start to slide into him. “Oh, fuck, yeah, how’s that look?” I asked, looking up toward the heavens, “your precious child sucking that evil dick? Ouch!” I jumped, “watch your teeth kiddo, yeah, more like that,” I encouraged, using my hands to guide him up and down my shaft. Billy was a fast learner, no more scrapes and he figured out how to use his tongue without a single instruction. We were moving so fast that he was struggling a little to keep up, my dick slipping in and out while he gurgled and made sounds that ranged from a satisfied, “mmm, mmm,” to a more distressed, düzce escort “umph, ungh,” when I’d get a little too fast or a little too deep. But if I did, I backed off and the lovely boy recovered, quickly running his delightful tongue around my glans, never recoiling from any output that he found dripping from the tip. He was exploring and learning, savoring this chance to be free to be dirty and naughty and do everything that he’d been told was wrong. Because he was a scamp and because he was smart he quickly figured out the truth: something that feels so right could never be wrong. “You like that?” I asked rhetorically, “you like sucking on Mr. Johnson’s big prick, right baby?” His hand was on my cock, he held it there when his lips slipped off of me with a loud smack. The boy looked up and I saw one thing: desire. No, that’s wrong, it was need. Billy needed this, needed to do these things, things that everyone that he knew would tell him were evil, but he knew the truth. He nodded and said, “Yeah, I like it,” bluntly. “It’s time, Billy,” I told him gently while I caressed the side of his head, petting his blond hair, his big blue eyes gleaming at me with a twinkle that was all mischief. “It’s time for me to make you mine. Do you know what that means?” I asked him “More sexy stuff?” he guessed with a funny look, half fear, half desire. “That’s right,” I answered, “and it’s up to you now. This is going to be hard, but it can be wonderful, too. That’s all up to you,” I repeated. “Why?” “Because you need to not be scared, you need to be joyous, you need to want to be naughty, Billy,” I explained, “and I know that you do. I know that you can do this joyous and naughty thing.” With that, I took him by the shoulders and coaxed him to lay back. He was still hard, that wonderful characteristic never fading. I hovered over him for a moment, my leaking cock touching his thigh, and I looked into his eyes and smiled when I saw the need still there. Dipping down, I kissed his lips, hard. Pressing at him with my tongue, he let me in and we wrestled for a moment, Billy actually moaning before I broke our connection and moved to his neck that he opened for me, his back arching like a stretching cat when my lips pressed there. Maybe he thought that I was a vampire, that he was sacrificing himself to me. I groaned at the thought and moved on. His chest, so smooth and tight, the nipples like little points of steel that I flicked under my tongue. Trailing a line of saliva down the middle of his body, across his taut belly to his bald pubis, that sweet, smooth skin, until I reclaimed his erection, bathing it, caressing him as he squirmed. But it was time, so I lifted his legs and saw his fresh, pink, wrinkled glory. For every dipshit who ever thought that this was the path to hell instead of heaven, well, first I’ll say, “Thank you,” because that means that they come to me. But second, I say, “You’ve wasted your life.” If you’ve never tasted the nether region of a child, had them mew and twist under your oral assault, had them beg you to do it more, to PLEASE put it in. Well, then those are lives wasted. “Hold your butt open,” I ordered as I took his hands and placed them on his own upturned cheeks, “this will feel weird and surprising,” I explained, “this is when it’s up to you to let it feel amazing.” Then I stretched my tongue and swiped from the base of Billy’s back to his nutsack, covering his whole crack and giving a cursory swipe across the sweetest tasting anus on the planet. I dove back in for more. Digging into his tender hole, pushing at the edges of the puckered muscle, coaxing him to open. And boy, did he! “Oh, Billy, good boy,” I said, “you listened to daddy, you do want to be naughty, you’re so relaxed,” I observed while looking at his gaping hole. One spit-slick finger slid into his steamy tunnel and he grunted, moaning when I pressed against the front wall of his gooey rectum to massage his genitals from the inside, the boy saying, “oof,” each time that I rubbed his little-boy prostate. Each additional finger brought another groan followed by grunts of effort paired with moans of total satisfaction. After he had tolerated three fingers twisting deep into his soft tunnel, I slowly removed them, Billy’s hole continuing to hold its slackened condition, inviting me in. It was time. Getting to my knees, I held out my long, thick cock and ordered, “Use your mouth and tongue, make me wet.” He didn’t hesitate, plopped his legs down and latched on like a suckling baby, “That’s it, little boy, slobber all over daddy, get me slick. The wetter that I am, the easier that I’ll slide up your sweet cunt.” Billy stopped and stared at me, “My what?” “Your boypussy,” I clarified, “I’m going to stick my cock up your asshole. It’ll feel just like my fingers only better. Now back to work, I need to fuck you,” I told him as I re-offered my slick shaft to the boy. He obeyed. Once he had me dripping I said, “I want you to turn over and get on all fours.” He slowly flipped and got into position, “That’s it, my boy, I’m gonna fuck you like a dog, you’re gonna be mine.” Looking over his shoulder as I smeared some spit on his tender sphincter, he begged, “Don’t hurt me.” “I won’t do what you don’t want,” was my answer. How could I promise not to hurt him when my giant cock stretched his virgin anus? Of course it will hurt a little, that doesn’t mean that it won’t pass. No, we were doing this, if he begged, then I’d stop, but otherwise we were pushing through. Holding the child’s cheeks apart, I found his loose hole with the tip of my cock and applied pressure, “Owww!” he cried as I started to press in, my dick quickly disappearing despite his protest. About a third in, I paused to let him grow used to the intrusion. Rubbing his back I encouraged him to soldier on. “You can do this, my child, this is what your body wants. It wants me inside, it wants to be mine,” I told him, “If you can make it through this part, you will be amazed at how it feels, how it feels to be a fucked boy.” Maybe he liked the idea, because he opened more to me and another section of my cock gained entry with an “oof” from Billy. Normally I like to hold my position, the boy acclimating to the intrusion before we move on, not allowing the tunnel to edirne escort snap shut by pulling out too far. But today I took a couple of small strokes, seeming to hit a wall until suddenly I made more progress. “Fuck!” he shouted as I slid the rest of the way, joining him completely. My body was surrounding him, his miniature frame dwarfed by mine. My lips were next to his ear as the last excruciatingly pleasant inch slid inside and I nibbled on his earlobe before whispering, “I’m all of the way in you, you’re mine, Billy, tell daddy that you want me to make you mine, give yourself to me, say, `I want you to take me, daddy.'” “Oh…oh, god…oh daddy,” he grunted and quivered, “Fuck, take me, daddy!” the boy hissed through clenched teeth. And that’s what I did. It took two more slow strokes before I was able to really push into him. I sat up and looked down at the rounded globes that were split so obscenely around my giant dick as it plowed his tiny ass. It was such a pretty sight. But now that he was open to me, I wanted him face to face, so I slipped out as the boy grunted in surprise and he fell off to the side with a small push. “On your back,” I ordered, “pull up your legs, yeah, like that,” I complimented when he instinctively knew how to present himself to me. I was not surprised , but pleased, to see his cock still hard above his gaping hole. Placing my cockhead at his open pucker, it took no effort for me to slide all of the way in until my balls sat on his backside, my hairy pubis pressed to his body. “Fuck, yeah, kid…take my cock you slut.” I pulled out ever so slightly, then thrust hard back in, “Give yourself to me,” I ordered, “tell me that this is what you want, call me `father!'” I commanded again, louder this time. He was straining a little, I was moving in him and I knew that it hurt, but he was brave and he wanted to prove to me that he was mine, prove that he could take it and be a naughty boy. “Take me,” he pleaded in a shaky voice, “oh!” he blurted when I slammed harder into him, “Take me, ugh…yes! Oh, god…yes, you’re my father!” My lecherous smile grew, he was mine forever. FYI, this was all dirty talk, there’s no such thing as giving your soul to me. You humans have free will, there’s very strong rules surrounding that. If you end up with me, and let’s face it, you’re gonna end up with me, then that’s because of the actions you take. So whatever Billy promises today, any pledge that he makes, it’s all hot air. It’s just a boy coming to terms with how much he wants Satan to fuck his little brains out. Nothing more. And that’s plenty for me. “That’s my good, dirty son,” I leered, “you love your father’s big dick in your hot body, you want to be connected to me, you want my evil cum. Tell me that I’m your real father, tell me that you want my cum to pour into you.” “You’re my real father,” he squeaked, grunting as I thrust into him harder, withdrawing farther, pressing deeper, his squishy insides forming around me each time, holding me like a velvet sheath. The boy’s rectum felt like it was made of fine silk as it moved to accommodate me, “cum inside me, father,” he groaned. Even though he had no clue what he was asking, it was gloriously erotic to hear those words come from his previously innocent lips. As soon as the sentence was finished I pressed my mouth over his, each of us attacking the other, both the boy and me equally pushing toward the edge. The surge was coming, I bellowed and moaned as my messy ejaculation approached. We stayed connected at lips and groin, the rhythmic slapping of my balls banging against Billy’s firm butt with each entry. Then the feeling grew, the orgasm of a demon is a powerful thing, growing and growing well past a mortal man’s bursting point until it is no longer able to be contained. That’s when I broke the kiss and I roared, the windows rattling at the otherworldly noises coming from me, the last surge shoots up my body and every piece of my desire shoots through my cock and out into the tiny boy squealing beneath me. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” are the first words to follow as jet after jet of my demonic semen fills Billy’s miniature rectum. I’m unable to stop thrusting, the orgasm seeming like it will never stop until finally it starts to seep out around my pistoning cock. The foamy white cum runs out of him and begins to pool on the bed below, the fountain of cum filling him to overflowing. I became aware of a rising tone from Billy, his grunts quickly become groans and squeals of ecstasy. “Oh, god, it feels so good!” he shouted. “It’s not god that’s making you feel good,” I grunted while I continued to thrust, my erection so hard it was as if I hadn’t even cum, “it’s me, the one who just bred you, who just made you mine, say you’re mine, say you’ll do anything for me, say that I’m your father. God wants to deny you the pleasure that I give, never cry out to him, cry out for father to fuck you harder,” I finished in broken sentences as I plowed into the diminutive ass. He slackened even more, my cum seeping out of him despite my cock plugging him. “Fuck me harder, father!” Billy shouted, the sound of our fucking echoing off of the walls. Then he said something that I hadn’t expected, “I love you, you’re my real father, make me feel good, ahhhhhh!” he groaned and his slim erection flexed, his sphincter grabbing at me as he spasmed through his dry little orgasm. “Oh, yeah,” I moaned, “cum from riding daddy’s cock. You’re mine, your pussy is mine,” I said through clenched teeth, my hips still thrusting, “You’re my whore,” I told him, my blood rising again, “you’ll fuck whoever I tell you to, say yes!” I ordered. He was laid out flat, motionless as I used his little body for my needs, but he was able to open his eyes and say quietly, “Yes,” then added, “I’ll fuck anyone that you tell me to.” And that sent me over again. I pulled out of the gaping, dripping, wet boypussy, I aimed my giant cock at his body and the first volley spread across him from his forehead to his nutsack, the next reaching even farther as it splashed into his hair, each subsequent shot lessening slightly but my demonic seed continued to pour out, baptizing the child in my semen. Looking down on the beautiful, cum-covered boy I saw my newest acolyte, ready to be sent out into the world to do my bidding. “You will bring me thousands of doomed souls,” I told him between panting breaths and the sweet but evil child gave me a dirty smile of understanding. He will bring the lost souls, condemned to a life of hedonistic pleasure with me by their sides.

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