Title : Devil's Collector - part 1
Written by : Hector Himeros
Cover model : Paul Powerhouse - MarkWolff.com
Background : CGTextures.com
Words : 7,730 words
Scene : supernatural, M/M, oral, anal
Setting : Steamy rockfield
Location : Hell
Time : 1638
Character #1 : Jack Reynolds - 33 - Caucasian man - gay - top
Character #2 : Devlin/Devil - ? - demon - bisexual - top

Jack Reynolds was an unfortunate gay man who lived in the era of British colonies in America, when gays could be legally hanged for the glory of God. Jack and his boyfriend were captured by the homophobic townsmen. On the day before Jack was hanged, they forced him to watch the execution of his boyfriend. Closing his eyes, Jack prepared himself to die as the noose was tightened around his neck. But suddenly, a gust of wind flew him away. To his surprise, he found himself in hell and the devil himself stood before him. The devil who prefered to be called Devlin offered Jack an opportunity to be his cum collector. His job was to milk men and to collect their cum, because Devlin needed it to build a new demonic army. As the devil's collector, Jack was given a set of supernatural powers, as well as immortality, which he could use to avenge the death of his male lover. However, hundreds of years later, in modern time, when Jack was on duty, milking cocks for Devlin, met a man who reminded him of his late boyfriend. Involuntarily, Jack fell in love all over again. That's when problem arose, because the devil didn't tolerate any kinds of love, including man-to-man love.

            Jamestown, Virginia, 1638

            "Hang him! Kill him! Burn in hell, sodomite!"

            A crowd of angry people gathered in the town square of Jamestown, in British colony Virginia. They were eager to see the death of Jack Reynolds the sodomite. Men and women of various ages kept yelling out some curses at the condemned. They all stood around the framework, not wanting to miss the chance to witness the execution of a gay man. Even the harsh sunlight couldn't keep them away. The town folks even brought their children along to teach them that all homosexuals deserved to die.

            A tiny young boy, 4 years old, toddled up to the framework, carrying a rotten tomato in his little hand. Tomato juice flowed down his arm as he accidentally squeezed the rotten fruit. Being short, he had to look up in order to see Jack Reynolds' face. The boy's father, who stood at the front row, came over to him and carried him on his broad shoulder. That way, the boy could see beyond the high stool where Jack stood on. Upon seeing Jack's face, he frowned because Jack looked like a normal man. From the boy's naive perspective, he couldn't comprehend why his parents insisted that Jack was evil.

            "Throw the tomato at him. Come on, be Daddy's good boy," his father coaxed him, planting homophobic idea in his sinless little mind. "Remember, he is a very bad man. He's a sodomite, a bugger. God tells us that all sodomites must die so that they can burn in hell forever."

            The boy, of course, was too young to understand what his father meant. All he had was the obsession to be a good boy. Poisoned by his father's hatred towards gays, the boy finally threw the tomato at Jack. Being young, he wasn't strong enough. The tomato landed several inches from Jack's feet. "Die you," the boy said innocently, taught by his father.

            Instantly, the others began to throw various rotten stuff at Jack. Egg seemed to be their favorite choice. Hateful words resounded as they vented out their rage. There was no pity at all in their hearts.

            His hands tied to his back, Jack didn't dare to maintain eye contact with the angry mob. A burly hangman stood beside him, holding Jack's legs tightly. Not far from Jack, stood a priest with a Bible in his hand. The foul smell of rotten eggs permeated the air around Jack as the thrown eggs hit his body. His clothes were heavily coated with tomato juices and liquefied yolk. Those substances were physically harmless, yet they managed to rip Jack's heart to pieces. He could find no words which could describe how he felt at the moment. Several negative feelings welled up in his him. Yet, the most prominent ones were anger and grief.

            Why do they hate me so much? I did nothing wrong, except making love to my boyfriend. But those heartless people captured and tortured us. Several tears rolled down from his glassy eyes as he remembered the unspeakable grief he had to endure a few minutes ago. They hanged my boyfriend right in front of me. They even forced me to watch his horrific expression as he struggled to stay alive. I watched life leaving my boyfriend's hanged body. At that point, Jack began to sob uncontrollably.

            Jack looked thinner, suffering from the hunger during his capture. Yet, that man, in his early 30s, still looked big and strong. Nevertheless, muscles couldn't save him from the merciless religious fanatics who craved for his death. Not shaving for days, stubble grew along his jaws. Even after being tortured, he still looked quite good-looking. Wincing, he gathered his strength to stand on the stool. It was not an easy task because his legs were covered in serious bruises and cuts. At times, his legs shuddered.

            "You can ask the devil to fuck you when you meet him in hell!" a woman yelled before throwing another egg at the helpless man.

            "Right!" a fat man chimed in. "He and his so-called boyfriend can have a hot three-way in hell." He then broke out in laughter, chuckling at his own twisted joke.

            The priest, Father Peter Hutchins, did nothing to stop the anarchistic mob. He just stood there and watched until the angry mob finally calmed down. After the situation quieted down, the priest walked over to Jack. Faintly, cracking noises were heard as he stepped on some egg shells. Acting solemnly, he gave Jack one more chance to repent in order to die more quickly and less painfully.

            "I did nothing wrong," Jack answered defiantly, finally finding the courage to look up and stare into the priest's eyes.

            "You dared say you did nothing wrong? Did you ever read your Bible? In Leviticus, it's mentioned that a man who engaged in unnatural sex with other man must be put to death. It's God's rule, not mine. So, repent now. If you do, then your death will be mercifully swift. But if you don't, you'll suffer the same horrible fate as your so-called fuck buddy. Please, let us save your soul from the eternal damnation. "

            "It's you who should repent, Father Hutchins," Jack replied with a flat tone of voice. "Christianity is all about love, not hatred. You and your kinds have twisted it to justify your own hateful nature."

            Listening to Jack's words, the priest saw red immediately. Turning his back, he faced the crowds. "Did you hear what that man said? He insulted me! He also insulted God. It's blasphemy! There's no mercy for this sodomite. He has to die!"

            The priest's violent provocation stirred up the mob's anger. Blinded by rage, the religious fanatics continued to curse Jack. "Hang him! Hang him! Hang him!" the mob chanted, getting louder each minute.

            Nodding at the executioner, the priest gave him the cue to start the execution. While the burly executioner put a noose around Jack's neck, the priest smirked at the condemned man, believing that Jack would definitely burn in hell. The anticipation of seeing Jack's hanged body convulse while Jack fought for his life was so unbearable that the priest clutched his Bible tightly.

            "Kill him now! Let the devil himself come and take him to hell!" A woman screamed without thinking. Apparently, she didn't realize that she had just made the worst wish ever.

            Jack had no more strength to struggle. The fact that he could still stand was considered as a miracle. His entire body ached, after being tortured for several days. There were some visible bumps and bruises, covering his exposed skin. The man closed his eyes as he felt the noose circle his neck. Losing his faith, he didn't bother to say a prayer. He simply wanted it to end, leaving the intolerant world poisoned by hatred. He flinched slightly when the executioner tightened the noose. The coarse rope scraped Jack's bruised neck, ready to choke the breath out of his lungs.

            "I have no regret," Jack said weakly. Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Thomas, wait for me, my love. I'm coming to you."

            Yet, seconds before Jack was hanged, the weather suddenly changed drastically. Thick gray clouds filled the sky, blocking the scorching sunlight. At the same time, strong wind blew about the dust and leaves. Everyone panicked, not knowing what happened. Even the priest looked terrified, his mouth chanting a series of long prayers. Some people hurriedly ran back into their houses, locking the doors and windows, but others chose to stay. The gust became stronger, sending several people hurling down the street. Many people had to squeeze their eyes shut, to protect their eyes from dust. At then, an invisible force struck down, with a thundering noise, and swept Jack away. Strangely, as soon as Jack was gone, the wind suddenly died out and the dark clouds dissipated. The sun resumed scorching down the earth with its harsh sunlight.

*****

            Where am I? Who brought me here?

            Dumbfounded, Jack suddenly found himself lying on rocky ground. His heart beating furiously in fear, the stunned man quickly sat up and inspected his surroundings. What he saw defied logic, either he was in a dream or in hell. When a scorching steam burst out from a cracked spot on the ground, Jack was completely taken aback. Not far from where he sat, a river of molten rock lazily flowed towards the horizon. When Jack looked up at the sky, he saw nothing but darkness. There were practically no stars at all. Yet, the whole place glowed with eerie reddish yellow light. Hot fumes filled the air, like layers of floating mist. Faintly, Jack heard a series of heart-wrenching cries of pain.

            "Welcome to my humble home, Jack," came a raspy voice of a man. Like a magician, a robed man suddenly appeared next to Jack. His face was concealed inside a hood, giving the mysterious impression.

            "Fuck!" Jack jumped, both in shock and fear. "Who the fuck are you?" Instinct told him to stay away from the mysterious figure, yet Jack was afraid to move. The ground seemed quite unstable. Steam and lava could burst out from anywhere at any time. Petrified, he sat still on the rock.

            "Is that all you can think about? Fucking?" the man asked derisively. "Right. Of course, you're a sodomite. You like to fuck men's asses. You're very naughty, Jack."

            "Who are you? Why do you know my name? And how do you know that I like men?" Jack asked, his voice wavering. Involuntarily, Jack's body shivered, realizing that he wasn't dealing with a human being.

            "I have many names. But, the famous one is Satan," he answered calmly, yet his voice sounded quite terrifying. "But I prefer being called Devlin. Somehow, it sounds better, and more humane. It's a clever name, too. You see, Devlin sounds awfully similar to devil." Devlin grimaced, wanting to see Jack's reaction.

            "Satan? Devil? You're kidding, right? Where am I? Hell?" Jack asked, hitting the panic button.

            What Devlin told him was like a plot ripped off from a supernatural novel. It simply didn't make sense. At first, Jack certainly rejected that idea. Yet, when he looked around, he realized that he wasn't on earth anymore. Thus, Jack had no other choice but to believe Devlin. After all, Devlin was the only one who knew how to escape the wretched place.

            "Calm down, Jack. You're not dead, yet." Satan deliberately emphasized the word 'yet', to remind Jack that he had the power to kill Jack anytime he wanted. He seemed to enjoy Jack's terrified looks. In fact, he was amused by it.

            "Th... Then, why did you bring me here?" Jack asked, stuttering out of horror. "What could you possibly want from me? I'm just an ordinary man." The ragged tunic he wore was dampened with cold sweat.

            "Relax, Jack. I mean you no harm." The robed figure then revealed his face. Instantly, he noticed the surprise on Jack's face. "Why do you look so surprised? Oh, let me guess. Is it because I'm too handsome for a devil?" he asked, teasing Jack.

            Fascinated by the handsome man before him, Jack involuntarily let his jaw hang open. Wow! He's the most handsome man I've ever seen. But how? I mean, he's the devil. I was taught that devil was an ugly horned creature with a pointy tail and a pair of bat wings.

            Almost instantly, familiar tingles started to form in Jack's groin. To Jack's liking, Devlin's physical appearance was quite manly. Even though his body was covered by a robe, Devlin looked unmistakably hefty and strong. His brownish hair, reminding Jack of the fiery hell, waved about whenever he moved his head. Soft stubble framed the lower jaw, accentuating the masculine aura. Jack had a soft spot for hairy men. Thus, seeing Devlin's hairy muscular arms, Jack almost swooned. Not good at resisting sexual temptation, the gay man felt his hands shake with immeasurable amount of desire. Yet, the memory of his late lover held him back.

            "Sorry to disappoint you, Jack, but I don�t have any wings, horns, or a tail. I simply look like you." Having telepathic ability, Devlin easily knew what Jack was thinking of. "Don't trust any words that your priest told you. It's all bad propaganda in order to taint my reputation. Humans are delusional creatures. Yet, I really love seeing how they kill one another in the name of God." Devlin paused, waiting for Jack's response. But he received none, thus he continued, "Just like what they did to you, Jack. First, they killed your boyfriend in front of you simply because he was in love with another man. Then, they attempted to kill you, as well. But I saved you."

            After seeing that Devlin wasn't a scary-looking monster, Jack gradually forgot about his fear. "Alright, what's the catch? I don't believe that you saved me out of the kindness of your heart." Jack asked, suspecting Devlin's good gesture.

            "I want you to work for me, Jack," Devlin stated. Finally, he stopped beating the bush and headed straight to the point. 

            "What? Working for you?" At first Jack thought that he had misheard Devlin. It sounded weird that a devil would hire a human to do his dirty work.

            "Yes, I need your service, so to speak. And I'm dead serious," Devlin stated, bending over to bring his face close to Jack's.

            "But why me?" Jack quickly asked.

            Devlin straightened his back, yet he maintained the eye contact. "First, you like men sexually. Second, you have so many negative feelings inside your heart, especially anger and grief. Third, I know that you want to avenge the death of your beloved boyfriend. In a nutshell, you're perfect for this job. And I want you on board."

            "What kind of job?" Jack braced himself to hear all sorts of sordid details of becoming the devil's henchman. But what he heard was truly surprising.

            "You'll be the devil's collector. And your job is to help me collect cum."

            "Cum? As in cock juice?" Confused, Jack blinked for several times. "What for?"

            "You see, I'm creating a massive army of hybrid, merging demons and humans together. Therefore, I need much cum. I do have an army of sex-crazed succubi who do the cum collecting, but I find them inefficient. That's why I need your help, Jack. Help me, and I shall help you get your revenge." Not giving Jack any time to reject his offer, Devlin quickly added, "I'll give some super powers. You'll be able to move things with the wave of your hand, to produce fireballs, to control people's mind, and more. Essentially, you'll be a god." The word god was deliberately pronounced more slowly. "So, what do you say? Interested?" Without so much as a puff of smoke, suddenly Devlin produced a scroll of paper and a plume pen in his hand. He unfurled the contract and showed it to Jack. "Sign here."

            It was a hard decision for Jack, forcing him to pick side. As a gay man who just underwent traumatic persecution by a bunch of religion-crazed fanatics, Jack no longer thought highly about his own religion. Yet, he was also not a fan of the devil. His heart told him to stay neutral, but the thought of avenging his boyfriend�s death consumed him. Before he had the chance to change his mind, he quickly grabbed the pen and signed his name. But to his disappointment, the pen was dry.

            "I guess we need some ink, huh?" Devlin responded, gazing into Jack's eyes suggestively. "I think I know where we can get some."

            The handsome devil then put the contract down onto the ground. As he bent down, he deliberately pulled his robe off. It turned out that Devlin was already naked. He wore no clothes underneath the robe. A perfectly sculpted body was exposed to Jack's pleasure. Devlin's well-developed biceps flexed whenever he made any movement. Having no embarrassment, Devlin stood and proudly displayed his naked body. It was very easy to tempt a gay man with sex and Devlin knew that. Carefully observing Jack's reaction, he contracted his pectoral muscles. A moment later, Devlin let his cock grow to full hardness.

            Fuck! Devlin is very hot. How can he be so perfect? I even got hard when he revealed his face. Now, he strips for me? Torn between lust and devotion, Jack didn't know what to do. Yet, he soon made up his mind. I don't care if Devlin is the devil himself. I can't let this opportunity slip away. I want to fuck him. Or, maybe I'll let him fuck my ass. Damn! He's really the sexiest man I've ever seen. And damn! Look at the size of his fuck rod. I guess it's about 8 inches? I'm not sure exactly but it's quite thick. I wonder what it�s like to get rammed by that thing.

            "I know I look sexy. But you're quite hot, too," Devlin said, walking up to the stunned man. He knelt down because Jack still sat on the ground. Running a finger on Jack's face, Devlin admired the handsome features in front of him. "Your face emanates strong masculinity. It's very easy to get horny for you." The finger traced down Jack's lips and stopped at his square jaw. Using his thumb, Devlin pressed the stubble to feel its stiffness. "I want you, Jack. Let's fuck." 

            Without any warning, Devlin lunged forward and seized Jack by the lips. Hungrily, he mouthed Jack's lips, as if he tried to swallow them. While Devlin was busy with his oral business, he slipped his hands under Jack's tunic to grope Jack's pecs. To his delight, he found Jack's pecs to be in ample size. Loud slurping noises resounded when Devlin sucked Jack's tongue, along with some drool. There was no disgust at all.

            Surprised, Jack had no idea that Devlin was quite aggressive. Yet, he enjoyed it very much. The sensation was new, unlike the slow romantic sex he often had with his late boyfriend. With Devlin, Jack felt as if he could do anything he wanted. There were no restrictions, no rules, and no commitment. Basically, he was having a one-night-stand with the devil. The gay man allowed his lust to consume him completely. It really felt good actually. Jack had almost forgotten what it was like to have sex with pure lust. The horny gay man gladly reciprocated Devlin's oral action. Wanting to provide the same pleasure, he sucked Devlin's tongue back.

            "Ah! My nipples!" Jack squealed upon feeling Devlin's fingers caress them. "They're damned sensitive, oh! Fuck! You get me hard."

            "You like it, huh? Well, I'm gonna keep rubbing them for you," Devlin replied. "I need to get you very horny so that you'll shoot loads of thick creamy cum. We're gonna use your cock juice for ink." And he deliberately pressed his fingers against one of the nipples. Adeptly, the hardening nipple was rolled by the fingers. The constant rubbing created some mild frictions which stimulated Jack more than he could ever imagine.

            "Fuck!" Jack yelped, his body jerking by itself. But before he could speak out another word, he was silenced with a passionate kiss. Thirstily, Jack opened his mouth and let Devlin pour his drool down the throat. Gratefully, Jack swallowed it to savor its taste. It was really such a pleasure to submit himself to Devlin. At then, Jack started to feel the sexual heat burn his entire body. The more he ignored it, the more uncomfortable he became. Squirming like a worm, Jack tried to take off his blood-stained tunic. Yet, before he had the chance to do that, he suddenly heard a loud ripping sound. Looking down, he saw his solid pecs exposed and his tunic torn to pieces. Refusing to let Devlin's lips go, Jack hurriedly fumbled with his pants. With Devlin's help, it only took a moment to lose the dirty pants.

            An erect cock jumped out, finally released out of its confines. Jack's dick was uncut, its foreskin still concealing the head. Grabbing the shaft, he pulled the skin down. Jack closed his eyes for a moment and gasped, enjoying the touch. A mushroom-shaped dick emerged, still dry, when the foreskin was retracted. Some of its muscles were stretched, causing the slit to gape open. And at that very second, a drop of precum rolled out. Another gasp of pleasure escaped from Jack's quivering lips.

            "Yeah, you're precumming. That's good," Devlin encouraged his horny sex companion. "It feels good to be horny, right?" Devlin licked Jack's earlobe, occasionally sucking the sensitive spot. He grinned when he felt the muscles in Jack's body tighten. "I love it when you flex your muscles. It's so manly."

            Lustfully, Jack wrapped his arms around Devlin's stout neck, pulling the naked body closer to his. Their hard dicks hit each other as if they had been engaged in a sword fight. Enjoying the feel of another hard dick against his, Jack moaned. Hungrily, his lips searched for Devlin's. Slurping noises were heard several times. The kiss was quite sloppy but Jack liked it that way. He made sure that much of his drool was transferred into Devlin's mouth. Gently, he sucked Devin's tongue, treating it with the utmost care, while his lips were swallowed by Devlin. It was quite erotic, sending tingles down Jack's spine.

            Yet, mouth play alone wouldn't be able to make Jack squirt. Devlin traced his palms down Jack's torso, admiring its contours. It made Devlin wonder, what kinds of physical work that Jack did in order to maintain such a perfect body. His fingers rose and fell as they traced the amazing musculature. Pressing the meaty chest, Devlin enjoyed feeling its hardness. There were some traces of body fat which made Jack's pecs squeezable. Devlin gasped, taken over by lust. Pushing Jack down, Devlin made him lie on the ground. That way, he would have more control over Jack.

            Meekly, Jack lay down on the rocky ground. The uneven surface, adorned with jagged rocks, was uncomfortable to lie on. Yet, the burning passion had numbed his senses. He only cared about one thing, to make himself cum. Whenever he had sex with men, Jack always acted as the top. He never let anyone fucked his ass, not even his late lover. However, at then, he was willing to surrender his virgin ass. Ironically, the reason was simply because Devlin's handsomeness was beyond words.

            "You make me so horny, Devlin. You're really the most handsome man I've ever seen. I can't resist sexual temptation from handsome men." He reached up and touched Devlin's face, feeling the texture of the skin. The hand then crawled down, heading for Devlin's upper torso. "Your body is impressive, considering you're the devil." Without any hesitation, he cupped one of Devlin's bulging pecs. To his surprise, it felt quite humanly warm. "I love touching pecs."

            "And I love being touched," Devlin replied, teasing Jack. "Come on, squeeze my other pec. Knead them both and feel their hardness. Yeah, doesn't it feel good to grope a man's broad muscular chest? Let lust control your mind and body."

            On fours, Devlin positioned himself above Jack's body. Casting his eyes down, he could stare into the depths of Jack's soul through the eyes. It was very easy for Devlin to read Jack's mind. The muscles in Devlin's biceps grew taut as they worked to sustain the position of his body. He moaned when both of Jack's hands cupped the pecs. The gravitational force caused Devlin's pecs to look bigger as they hung down. Playfully, he shook his waist. The vibration caused his rock-hard dick to sway suggestively. The head occasionally made contact with Jack's. Whenever it happened, a sigh of lust was heard.

            Feverishly, Jack felt the pecs with his palms. Cupping them, he repeatedly squeezed the hard flesh. There was hardly any body fat in there, just pure muscles, pure masculinity. Secretly, Jack envied Devlin's physical shape, whether or not it was his real body. Pressing his palms, he deliberately rubbed Devlin's erect nipples. When he carefully traced the surface of Devlin's chest, he felt a soft mat of chest hair. The hair was so soft, almost invisible. Immediately, Jack was turned on, more than ever. It gave a sensual wave as the hardened tips glided across his palms. Sighing for the umpteenth time, he felt his dick wave about. A squirm managed to aim his dick at Devlin's. The vibration from the cock fight sent shivers down Jack's crotch.

            "Your cock is so hard. I want to touch it," Jack sighed, not thinking straight. "Let me feel how hard your erection is. I'd love to stroke it."

            "I expect more than a handjob from you, Jack. Don't be shy. I know that you want to suck my cock," Devlin teased. "Show me how horny you are." 

            His hand trailing down, Jack searched for Devlin's throbbing member. When he found what he was looking for, he grabbed it tight, refusing to let it go. Yet, to his surprise, Devlin's dick was thicker than he expected. As his fingers encircled the shaft, his thumb couldn't meet the other fingers owing to the massive girth. Inadvertently, he wondered what it was like to be fucked with that cock. The first thing that came to his mind was pain. But, then again, he was willing to give up his ass for Devlin.

            "You like my cock, huh?" Devlin asked rhetorically. "It's big and thick. Imagine how good it feels to get fucked with this mighty manhood. Yeah, squeeze the shaft. Feel the bulging veins. Feel it throb against your palm. Oh yeah, you want my cock, don't you?"

            "Yes, I want your cock. And I want to have sex with you," Jack answered without any hesitation. "I'll do anything for you."

            "Then, get down on your knees and worship my cock," Devlin demanded as he stood up. "Suck my cock."

            Obediently, Jack scrambled to his feet and assumed the kneeling position. Yet, the jagged rock underneath made it impossible to kneel without hurting the knees. Thus, Jack squatted down, his balls hanging free. Twitching, Jack's never-been-fucked asshole was stretched by the contraction of his thighs. Solemnly, he fixed eyes to Devlin's pulsating dick before him. He wanted to take some time to get to know the cock before sucking it. Taking hold of the foreskin, Jack pulled it downward. The cock was stretched down slightly, its underside tugged by the retracting foreskin. Spontaneously, Jack gave a lustful sigh, his hands shaking. Tightening his fist around Devlin's shaft, he saw the head turn darker as the blood flow was disturbed.

            "Your cock head is very beautiful," Jack praised, fascinated by its appearance. "The shape is so perfect, like a mushroom. And it smells very good, too," he added, after briefly taking a sniff. "I smell cum." Slowly, he brought the cock into his mouth. The moment his tongue touched the precum-covered head, Jack made a guttural groan. "Ah!" With much determination, he clamped his mouth down and sealed the dick inside. "Oh..." A muffled moan was heard.

            "Shit! It feels so good," Devlin sighed. "Your mouth is warm. And your tongue is... ah! Suck my cock, bitch. You like cocks, right? Then, suck it."

            Spurred by Devlin's dirty words, Jack began to suck the dick earnestly. It was not as easy as he thought it would be. Owing to the sheer thickness, Jack's mouth practically gaped open. The jaws were forced to maintain the awkward potion as Jack fought to suck Devlin's gigantic knob. Refusing to give up, he wormed his way down Devlin's shaft. After several minutes of desperate sucking, Jack started to think that it was impossible to deep-throat the giant member. Hence, he focused his efforts around the cock head only.

            "Damn! You're quite good. Oh! No one ever sucked my cock like that. Yeah!" Devlin threw his head back, his eyes closed. "Keep sucking."

            Even if Devlin didn't order him to do so, Jack would still have sucked the rod passionately. The blowjob happened rather slowly. Sucking a big dick was not an easy feat. Yet, Jack made sure that he did his best to please Devlin. Flicking the underside, Jack's tongue washed the cock head with his drool. Simultaneously, he savored the salty taste of Devlin's precum. It tasted rather differently from other men's whom he ever sucked. Devlin's precum was thicker, its texture similar to snot. At that moment, a curious question arose: if Devlin was the devil, how could he produce precum? Yet, it was not the time for pondering. The horny stud sucked in as much precum as he could. The viscous liquid slowly crept down Jack's throat. However, he had to clear his throat several times, to force the liquid down.

            "You sucked my precum. Did you enjoy it, Jack? Oh yeah, you did, didn't you?" Devlin placed a hand on Jack's broad back, massaging the knots of muscles. "You're a strong man. I love your muscles, Jack."

            Suddenly, without warning, Jack coughed hard. His eyes instantly were flooded with tears. And his nostrils snorted out some snot. For a moment, Jack had to pull away. He coughed a few more times, straining to relieve his choked throat. Rubbing his face with his hairy arm, he got rid most of the liquid. Nevertheless, it took some time to dry his eyes. The drenched eye lashes blurred his sight. As soon as he stopped coughing, he gave himself another try. This time, he planned to only utilize his tongue. As soon as the head was lodged back in, Jack started working his magic. He might be a top, but he knew a lot about satisfying men orally.

            Damn! Devlin's dick is too big for my mouth. It actually forces my jaws to open up beyond their capability. I have to be careful. I don't want to break my jaws. But then again, no cock escaped my mouth without cumming. I'm gonna make Devlin cum. I want to prove to myself that no cock is ever too big for me.

            The size of Devlin's glans practically filled Jack's oral orifice, leaving little space for any tongue movements. Instead of stimulating the underside, Jack chose to push the tip of his tongue into Devlin's cock slit. The flexible tongue made its way back and forth, as if it attempted to break into the slit. Soon, he was rewarded with a series of erotic groans. Grabbing Devlin's ass buns, he sensed Devlin's powerful frame shake. And he knew that he had done well. Encouraged to bring more pleasure, Jack encircled his tongue around the swollen head. With the lack of space, he could only make some sloppy caresses. Yet, the sensation that Devlin received was amazing.

            "Damn! Where did you learn how to suck cock that well? Practicing with many men, I assume?" Devlin chuckled a bit, amused by his own joke. "Yeah! Lick my slit. It's very sensitive. Oh fuck!"

            Devlin was indeed the devil himself, but it didn't mean that he never had sex. In fact, sex was one of his favorite hobbies. He fucked with both humans and demons, female and male. There was no limit in sex, no rules either. Whenever he had sex with a human, he always assumed his human form as a very good-looking athletic man because living humans couldn't see his true form. When he appeared in human form, he made sure that his body did all kinds of things that a normal human body would do, from a beating heart to a precumming cock. Hence, Devlin could also perceive the joy of sex, as well.

            After licking for several minutes, Jack didn't seem to ever get tired. His jaws ached but the pain was numbed by his desire to please. A drop of precum, again, emerged from Devlin's cock slit. Thirstily, Jack lapped it up, savoring its unique taste. Once in a while, he glanced up to get a good look at Devlin's handsomeness. Jack's swollen dick throbbed, unattended. Stretching down, a long string of precum hung from the slit. Occasionally, the cock pulsated and gave up more of its precum. The elongating meat started to get itchy, begging to be stroked. His hand flying down to his own rod, Jack stroked himself. Yet, nothing could relieve the pressure, except ejaculation.

            Devlin noticed it. "Yeah, stroke your cock. It's good to be horny, right? Your cock gets hard. It's throbbing hard, near to the point of cumming. Yeah!"

            Yes, I'm horny. I want to fuck with Devlin. Sucking his cock is not enough for me. I want to have anal sex with him. Some drool escaped from the sides of his mouth.

            "You horny bitch. You want my cum, huh? Then suck it harder. Suck my cum out," Devlin encouraged. "Come on. Suck like a man."

            Some people might not enjoy hearing those rude degrading sentences. However, to his own surprise, Jack liked it very much. It seemed that he had just found a part of him which was previously unknown. The man sighed, concentrating on his ejaculatory process. Jack could actually feel his cum, pushed by the pressure, churn in his balls. It was just a matter of time until the pressure was strong enough to propel the liquid out of his dick. Another muffled moan resounded. Jack just gulped down another thick drop of Devlin's precum.

            "My precum tastes quite delicious, doesn't it?" Devlin knew what Jack was thinking. "If you want more, you have to keep sucking my cock." Closing his eyes for a moment, Devlin allow himself to savor the sensation given by Jack's eager lips.

            Addicted to its taste and unique texture, Jack kept on sucking and licking. He made sure that he paid special attention to Devlin's cock slit. Tentatively, he poked the narrow opening, hoping to squeeze out more precum. It was one of the pleasure zones. Thus, whenever Jack did it, he heard Devlin's incoherent groans. Jack patiently waited until the slit gave in its precious liquid. The horny man greedily lapped up the liquid, enjoying its fine taste, while he was waiting for the mouthful ejaculation.

            "Fuck! I'm near, Jack. I'm gonna spill my seed into your mouth. Ah!" Devlin croaked, the muscles in his body rippling.

            Yes, cum in my mouth. I want your cum, Jack thought. Let me have it, all of it.

            Being able to read Jack's dirty thought, Devlin grinned wickedly. "You're an obedient sex slave. I like that. Ah! I don't think I can hold it for long. I'm gonna cum soon. Damn! Get ready, bitch."

            At the thought of receiving Devlin's cum, Jack cranked up his enthusiasm. He wanted to draw Devlin's cum out, simply by the means of his talented mouth. After tasting Devin's precum, Jack was curious about the taste of Devlin's cum. He imagined that it would taste similarly intoxicating. Tightening his lips around the cock head, he made a slurping noise. One of his hands traced the chiseled contours of the devil's impressive body. Yet, after several seconds of groping, it chose to band itself around Devlin's shaft. Touching the thick meat reminded Jack once again regarding how big Devlin's cock was. Jack began to relentlessly stroke Devlin's shaft, from the root up to the shaft.

            "Fuck! You really know how to drain a man," Devlin murmured, his massive broad pecs rapidly rising and falling. "Keep doing what you're doing. I'm close. Fuck!"

            The combination between consistent blowjob and increasingly fast stroking pushed Devlin one step closer to the inevitable. He grasped Jack by the hair and rudely maneuvered the head. Certainly, he knew that Jack was in pain, yet he couldn�t care less. After all, he was the devil who knew neither love nor compassion. Snorting like a mad bull, Devlin forced his giant manhood deeper into Jack's oral orifice but was dejected at the inflexibility of Jack's mouth. If he insisted, he might end up scraping his own cock against Jack's teeth. Instead, Devlin stood there and let Jack milk the ever aching prick.

            Come on, Devlin. Cum! Jack thought, as if he knew Devlin could read mind.

            "Keep sucking, bitch. Oh yeah! Suck my big cock. Make me cum in your mouth. Suck harder, come on. I'm so close."

            Having sucked cocks many times, Jack was experienced in detecting when a cock was about to fire its loads. Feeling the intense throbbing in his mouth, he could tell that Devin would spill his cum in a matter of seconds. Silently, he counted backward from five to one. Five. Devlin's groans got noticeable louder as seconds passed. Four. His hair yanked rudely, Jack winced but maintained his suction. Three. The last batch of precum was expelled, making way for the cumshots. Two. The muscles around Devlin's groin, especially the abdomen, were flexing out of control. One. And just as Jack estimated, the moment he reached one, Devlin reached his climax.

            "Fuck! I'm cumming! Take my loads, cocksucker!" Devlin yelled, his mouth hanging open. "Ah, shit! Oh, fuck!"

            To Jack's expectation, Devlin produced much cock juice. The first gooey load was shot deep into Jack's mouth. He didn't even have to swallow it. The gob simply made its way down the throat. Yet, the gooey substance triggered minor choke. Before Jack could overcome the first shot, the other ones followed in rapid succession. Filling the mouth, the cum immediately left its bitter taste on Jack's taste buds. It was quite overwhelming, unlike any cum that he ever tasted. In fact, the taste was too strong for Jack.

            "Take my loads. Drink it all down. Oh!" the devil still groaned. "I'm cumming for you, fucker!"

            Bulging, the muscles in Devlin's body rippled as they shook. The muscular contracted gave the false impression as if Devlin grew larger. Closing his eyes with the head thrown back, he shoved his spurting manhood into Jack's helpless mouth. The cock failed to penetrated deeper because the lack of space, yet it didn�t matter much. A string of curses came from his mouth, while he emptied his balls. It had been long since Devlin had such an intense orgasm. Devlin's mighty cock kept pumping its content, nearly drowning Jack from the inside.

            His eyes bulging, Jack was choked again. Rushing out from the slit like a torrent, Devlin's cum insistently flooded Jack's mouth. He frantically swallowed but the amount was simply overwhelming. Some of the milky liquid made its way out from the corners of his mouth. This time, he failed to overcome the gagging response. As Jack coughed, much of the devil's seed spurted out. The liquid rained down on Jack's body, staining the sweaty skin with milky droplets. For a moment, Jack's head reeled, intoxicated by the bitter taste of Devlin's juice. Yet, he craved for it. When the ejaculation was over, Jack breathed with much relief. Owing to its thick texture, Jack had to gulp down his saliva several times to push the cum down.

            "Good boy," Devlin commented, heaving heavily. With one hand, he wiped off the excessive sweat that layered his muscled torso.

            When the thick dick was withdrawn, Jack couldn't help sighing out his relief. He did like sucking Devlin�s dick but he admitted that he couldn't handle it. Absentmindedly, he brought a hand to his lower jaw to check whether it was injured or not. Dull ache settled down, numbing the muscles around his mouth. Using the back of his hand, Jack cleaned his jaws. The bitter taste still lingered in his tongue, reminding him of the awesome ejaculation. Looking up, he saw Devlin's devilish grin and he knew that it wasn't over yet.

            "Did I tell you that I have insatiable lust?" Devlin asked, stroking his still erect fuck rod. "I want to fuck your ass."

            In normal situation, Jack would have chosen to run away. Yet, not getting his turn to cum yet, lust still controlled his mind. Jack knew that he would regret his decision as he meekly stayed on his knees. With a mixture of lust and fear, he waited for the unavoidable penetration to take place. The ground, where he knelt, felt quite hot. Jack winced, trying to bear the scorching heat. But just as he thought he could handle everything, suddenly he felt warm blunt object nudged his asshole. Closing his eyes, Jack prepared himself for the pain.

            Fortunately, Jack was a versatile. When his boyfriend was still alive, he often fucked Jack's ass. Thus, Jack's anal muscles were used to being penetrated. However, Devlin's dick was not an ordinary dick. It was much thicker and longer. Taking such a cock up the ass was not an easy task, even for an experienced slut. Imagining himself being penetrated like that certainly gave Jack a shiver. He wondered whether he could survive such brutal penetration or not.

            It's gonna be very painful. I'm sure of it. Devlin's dick is simply too big. I even doubt that my ass can stretch that far. Damn! My ass is going to bleed, torn apart.

            Yet, to his surprise, Devlin's dick felt much smaller. Without any difficulties, the dick pushed in. Jack winced a bit, feeling his sphincter stretch. Devlin's dick sank in deeper, filling the fuck canal. When the dick rubbed the fleshy rectum, pleasure spread through Jack's body. The muscle stud moaned, wriggling his ass to savor the moment. It had been long since he had his last anal sex. Thus, he really missed the horny experience.

            "Fuck! Your cock feels so good inside me, Devlin. I love it. It fits perfectly inside me."

            "Of course, I don't want to hurt you, Jack. Yet."

            As soon as Devlin finished talking, Jack began to feel something weird inside him. What happens? Devlin's dick thickens. Fuck! It's inflating! Panicky, Jack tried to crawl away but Devlin had already gripped his waist.

            "Where are you going? The fun just starts," Devlin asked rhetorically. "Don't you like my dick?"

            "Your dick is growing inside my ass. You can tear my ass apart from the inside," Jack protested, cold sweat breaking out from the pores. "Let me go!"

            "You can't escape me, Jack. I own your ass. The reason why previously my cock could enter your ass was because I made it smaller. Now that, it's in, I'm simply returning it to its original size."

            "Fuck!" Jack cursed, fisting his hands. The pain was intensified as his tender asshole was forced to stretch wider. "Please. You're hurting me," Jack sobbed, tears wetting his eyes. "Your cock is too thick."

            "Well, you're a man, aren't you? Act like one. Real men are not afraid of any pain." Ignoring Jack's whimpers, Devlin began pulling his engorged meat out. "Yes! Your ass feels so damn good! Ah!"

            "Ah!" Jack cried. The sex wasn't pleasant at all. When Devlin's dick made its way out, the friction created some heat. Jack's tender ass lips were also irritated. "My ass is burning. Fuck! Please be gentle."

            Chuckling to himself, Devlin continued to pull his dick until the head almost popped out. Then, he pushed it back in until the entire length was buried. However, the penetration process         took much longer time. No matter how hard Devlin pushed his manhood, he couldn't force Jack's asshole to accept it. Although he looked disappointed, he enjoyed listening to Jack's painful cries. In fact, Devlin felt his dick harden. From the slit, came a stream of precum. The liquid was literally hot, as hot as boiling water.

            Upon receiving the precum, Jack gasped. Having sex with the devil wasn't as thrilling as he thought it would be. Gritting his teeth, Jack forced himself to hang on. Yet, it was hard to convince himself while excruciating pain was wracking his entire body. In order to make the ordeal bearable, he thought of it as the test of physical endurance.

            You can do it, Jack. It's just sex. This is nothing compared to what those religious freaks did to you. 

            When the image of his boyfriend's lifeless body came across his mind, rage burnt in Jack's heart. He relived the nightmarish experience when he was being tortured severely by the religious people simply because he was caught having sex with another man. Anger blinded him, somehow giving him the strength he needed. Jack vowed to himself that he would avenge the death of his boyfriend. To his surprise, minutes after his determination was formed, he could barely feel the pain. In fact, all he felt was pure ecstasy. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Jack couldn't help moaning.

            "Yeah, you like my giant dick, don't you? That's it. Just enjoy it. Let me fill your body with my juice." Devlin's eyes glistened as he spoke. "Yeah, take it in. Let your body absorb my juice. It's the juice of power."

            Devlin's precum continued to fill Jack's rectum. Although the amount was small, its effect was powerful. Jack might not realize it but his body changed slowly from the inside. The change started from the ass, where Devlin's precum was pumped in. Somehow, it gave Jack's ass the ability to adapt to the anal intrusion. No matter how big Devlin's dick was, Jack's ass could stretch to accommodate it. At the same time, the pleasure resulting from the constant friction between the dick and his ass wall was amplified. Thus, Jack could only perceive bliss.

            "Doesn't it feel good? You're taking my big cock up your ass. Yeah, I'm fucking your ass now."

            "Fuck me. Harder, come on. Fuck my ass," Jack moaned, taken over by sexual bliss. He had no idea that the reason he could suddenly tolerate the anal pain was because he was changing.

            "You want harder? I'm gonna give it to you." Sniggering to himself, Devlin pushed and sank his dick as deep as he could. Inside, the thick manhood elongated. "Do you feel my dick push deeper? You enjoy it?" Devlin moaned, loving the sensation he received. "Your ass is so warm and fleshy. Fuck! I miss fucking with a male human. Take my cock, you slut. Take it! I'm gonna make you shoot."

TRIVIA

• Jamestown is a real town in Virginia, US. History recorded that the first gay man ever prosecuted (Richard Cornish) in US died there, by hanging, in 1624.

• In part 1, Father Hutchins criticized Jack's homosexuality by saying that his homophobic view was God's rule, not his. Such sentence was taken from a real homphobic post made by a Christian in a website.

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