Title : Devil's Collector - part 2
Written by : Hector Himeros
Cover model : Julian Vincenzo - MarkWolff.com
Background : CGTextures.com
Words : 7,932 words
Scene : supernatural, M/M, anal
Setting : Steamy rockfield, forest
Location : Hell, Virginia colony
Time : 1638
Character #1 : Jack Reynolds - 33 - Caucasian man - gay - top
Character #2 : Devlin/Devil - ? - demon - bisexual - top
Character #3 : Thomas White - 21 - Caucasian man - gay - bottom

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.

            The moaning continued as Jack took every inch of Devlin's dick. Hidden inside Jack's ass, the cock reached unbelievable size in term of thickness and length. Almost like a snake, Devlin's dick wormed its way in, pushing against the tender rectal wall. Jack felt every moment that Devlin's dick made. It was hard to believe at first, but Jack reminded himself that Devlin was not a human. The ground beneath him grew hotter but Jack adapted fast and had increasing toleration towards heat. Actually, Devlin's dick warmed up as well but Jack could hardly notice it.

            "Fuck yeah! I'm breeding your ass, Jack. You're mine now. All mine," Devlin groaned, clutching Jack's hips.

            "Fuck my ass, Devlin. Breed me. Fill me up, oh! Come on," Jack slurred, his head shaking from side to side.

            With one hand, Jack touched his own erection and felt how hard it was. Pushing the foreskin back, he exposed the glistening dick head. Precum had already coated the entire surface. Frequently, from the narrow slit, precum leaked out. As the penetration continued, Jack's body was rocked back and forth. It caused his low-hanging balls to sway about. A drop of precum rolled out from the slit but was immediately rubbed off when Jack's hand stroked the length.

            "Groan for me. Don't be shy," Devlin encouraged. "It's OK to make loud noises. I want to hear them. Moan as loudly as you want to."

            And Jack did what Devlin asked him. He opened his mouth and groaned out his lust. His voice echoed as the sound wave hit the walls of jagged rock and bounced back. It was a thrilling experience because it was the first time Jack could moan, during sex, without worrying that someone might overhear it. He felt free, no one to fear.

            "That's it. Moan for me. Yeah, don't hesitate to express your lust. Fuck yeah!" Devlin howled, enjoying the tightness of Jack's anal cavity. "Damn! You're tight. Oh! You rarely get fucked, don't you?"

            "No, I don't," Jack answered, panting. "Usually, I fucked my boyfriend. Oh yeah! Keep fucking me, Devlin. This is the best fuck ever, ah!"

            "Yeah, it feels great, doesn't it? My cock is drilling into your ass. Can you feel it move, huh? I'm gonna find your pleasure spot. And I'm gonna make you cum."

            Although Jack knew what it was like to get penetrated, he never had his prostrate stimulated properly. Whenever he was fucked, the penetration was done haphazardly. Still on his knees, he braced himself for the new sensation. Gasping, he wriggled his ass slightly to accommodate Devlin's dick inside. And out of the blue, Devlin's dick hit something. As soon as it happened, orgasmic-like pleasure seized Jack's body. The muscled stud shook so violently that he almost fell down.

            "Fuck! What's that?" Jack asked with his hoarse voice.

            "That's the spot where sexual ecstasy comes from. Relax and enjoy the ride. Let me fuck your cum out. I'm gonna make you unload without touching you dick. Now, stop stroking and let me do the job." Devlin reached down and pushed Jack's hand away.

            Unwillingly, Jack released his throbbing erection. Another wave washed down his nude body as Devlin's dick continued to hammer the spot. "Fuck!" he cursed, noticing that pressure began to build in his balls. "Keep fucking me," Jack panted, fisting both his hands. Not being able to do anything, he looked down and watched his hard dick bounced up and down. "Damn! I'm so horny. Make me cum."

            "Your ass is tight. I can keep fucking you forever."

            "I don't mind it actually," Jack replied, enjoying the anal joy. At then, his brain stopped working because all it could think about was sex.

            More of Devlin's precum stained the prostate. Magically, the liquid was absorbed into the walnut-sized organ. As the liquid was spread, it began changing the anatomical structure from the inside. Devlin grinned as he felt a large amount of precum left his slit. The precum was actually a very important element in converting Jack. From the outside, Jack would look the same. However, from the inside, his body was changed completely. When the conversion was complete, Jack would be immortal, as well as magically powerful.

            I enjoy fucking Jack's ass. Converting him is the most pleasurable work I've ever done. Once he's converted, he will be mine forever.

            "Fuck my ass, oh!" Jack moaned like a slut.

            Repeatedly, Jack's prostate was hit by Devlin's dick. The attack was swift and relentless, driving Jack closer to the brim of explosive orgasm. The muscular stud, on his knees, continued to growl like a wounded beast. His blunt nails sank into the burning ground. The muscles within his sinewy frame bulged up, flexing almost continuously. Briefly, his entire emitted ghastly reddish glow. However Jack was oblivious about that. He was too consumed by the pleasure gripping his body and soul.

            "Are you close, huh? Do you want to cum?" Devlin asked, teasing Jack. "Perhaps you want to be groped like this?" Simultaneously, Devlin moved his hands and placed them on Jack's pecs. One hand cupped one side of the pecs. "I love touching your chest. You must have done a lot of physical work. I love strong masculine men. They're so sexy and arousing. Yeah! Are you hard when I knead your pecs, huh? Like this?" Deliberately, Devlin demonstrated what his hands were capable of. "Yeah, you like it, don't you? I can feel your asshole tighten whenever I squeeze your pecs. You want more?"

            "Yes, more please. Grope my body. Fuck my ass. Do what you like to pump my cum out." Surrendering himself totally, Jack expressed how he felt vocally.

            "You're very submissive. I like that," Devlin commented, maintaining the speed of his thrust. "Keep groaning. You're free to be gay here."

            Sweat trickled down Jack's short hair. His brown hair was drenched as sweat continued to dampen the head. Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. Some managed to soak the eyelashes, blurring Jack's sight. Jack's body glistened, reflecting the eerie reddish light from the fiery surroundings. After groaning continuously for several minutes, he started to lose his voice. His throat turned sore as well. Yet, it didn't stop him from vocalizing his ecstasy. It took much effort not to stroke his cock. To distract himself, he focused his attention to his nipples which were being rubbed by Devlin.

            "Come on, Jack. Cum! Don't hesitate. Just shoot your loads. Yeah!"

            "I'm trying," Jack complained. "It' be easier if you let me stroke my dick."

            "No, it wouldn't be fun that way," Devlin responded, increasing the speed of his thrust. However, a minute later, he announced, "Damn! We need to change position." Panting for breath, Devlin withdrew his monstrous dick.

            "Ah, fuck!" Jack winced, squeezing his eyes shut. Pain returned when his asshole suffered from severe friction. The bulging veins, across the shaft, were pressed down against Jack's pink ass lips when the shaft made its way out. "Damn!" Jack moaned again, not knowing how to describe his sexual experience. When the dick finally left Jack's asshole, Jack gasped. To his surprise, he felt empty and desperately needed the cock back in his ass. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long.

            "Lie down on your back," Devlin ordered authoritatively, pushing Jack's body.

            Meekly, the muscled hunk obeyed. He rolled over and spread his legs. Even though the ground beneath him was scorching hot, it didn't bother him much. All of a sudden, a large flat rock magically rose from the ground. Jack remained still as his body was lifted from the ground. The rock was cracked all over, yellow reddish glow shining from inside of the cracks. Without giving any resistance, Jack exposed his gaping asshole and waited for the giant dick to enter his ass.

            "Fuck me, please. Breed my ass. I'm yours, body and soul."

            "Good boy," Devlin responded, smiling wickedly. "That's what I want to hear. Your body and soul are mine." Holding his engorged manhood, he brought the head to Jack's waiting hole. Without giving him a chance to adapt, he rudely pushed the entire length in. "Take my dick, slut."

            "Damn!" His handsome face contorting, Jack tried to bear the anal pain. Again, his tender sphincter was forced to stretch as the thick head forced its way in. "Fuck!" Jack cursed, his body shuddering from extreme pain. For a while, he thought he would pass out.

            However, as soon as the cock head was in, the rest of the veined shaft slid in quite easily. Once inside, Devlin's dick immediately produced another batch of precum. As Jack's ass absorbed more of Devlin's precum, Jack started to lose more physical aspects of his humanity. Devlin deliberately left the details out because he didn't want Jack to change his mind.

            "You crave for my cock, don't you?" To Devlin's expectation, Jack nodded. "Good boy. Prepare your ass for my dick. This time, I'm gonna make sure that you cum!"

            The dick began to move. Slowly, it inched out until the head was almost pulled out of the hole. Then it slid back in, much deeper than ever before. Devlin's dick also lengthened, trying to rediscover Jack's pleasure spot. During the penetration, Jack didn't stop moaning as the dick thoroughly explored his ass. Jack had no idea what happened inside, however he felt as if a thick worm dug into the depths of his ass. The sturdy stud wiggled his ass a bit, trying to get more comfortable.

            "You look so sexy when you wiggle your ass like that. You want more, huh?"

            "Yes, more please. Fuck my ass harder. Breed me," Jack moaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck! It feels so good." A minute later, he reopened his eyes and saw Devlin's handsome face. "You're very good looking, Devlin. Damn! You're making my cock hard. Keep fucking my ass."

            Although Jack hated to admit it, he realized that Devlin was far more handsome than any men he ever knew. Devlin also had the most perfect body ever. Jack's boyfriend was nothing compared to Devlin's physical perfection. Pleased by Devlin's handsome visage and muscular body, Jack easily maintained his erection. At times, he instinctively touched his leaking dick but then he remembered that he wasn't supposed to stroke it. It was quite frustrating actually, yet he wanted to experience how pleasurable it was to cum without stroking his cock.

            "I wish I could fuck your ass forever. Yeah! Your ass is the best one so far."

            "Yeah, do what you like, Devlin. Just give me more pleasure. Your big cock feels so good inside. Damn! This is the best fuck ever."

            Looking into Devlin's reddish brown eyes, Jack longingly reached out a hand. When the palm touched Devlin's bulging pecs, Jack involuntarily shuddered. The aura of masculinity overwhelmed him, forcing him to admit that he needed Devlin's masculine figure. As Jack's fingers began massaging the chest, he was amazed to feel how much muscles lying underneath Devlin's skin. Sexually excited, Jack continued to knead the pecs. His blunt nails scraped the skin, leaving reddish scratches. To his fascination, he found that Devlin's body stayed dry. There were no traces of dampness or sweat drops.

            How can Devlin's body stay dry? This place is very hot. I, myself, can't stop sweating.

            The curiosity didn't bother him for long. Jack was soon carried away by the immense pleasure that kept washing down his body. As a nipple lover, Jack paid special attention to Devlin's nipples. Their shapes were larger than most men's and also darker in color. When he rubbed them, he could tell that they were totally hairless. Repeatedly, he traced the contours of those nipples. The surface was surprisingly smooth, quite soothing to the touch. Devlin certainly enjoyed being groped like that. Jack's moans grew louder as Devlin delivered harder thrusts, almost in rhythm with Jack's fingering.

            "Do you feel my hard-on inside you? I'm fucking your ass. Yeah! Take my dick, slut. Oh yeah, you're mine."

            Somehow, Jack was turned on as he listened to Devlin's dirty words. "Fuck my cum out! Fuck me," he replied, squeezing Devlin's pecs harder. "Come on. Spill it. Ah!"

            It felt like forever but the anal penetration was still far from over. Although Jack enjoyed it so much, his entire body started to ache because his muscles contracted almost continuously. He looked into Devlin's face but found no hints of exhaustion. Rocking back and forth, Jack's sweaty back rubbed the rough surface of the hot rock. Such friction would definitely cause severe irritation. Yet, somehow Jack's back was unscratched. Gasping for air, he tried to control his breathing. He never thought that getting fucked could be tiring.

            "I know what you're thinking. I told you, I could fuck your ass forever." Devlin emphasized the word forever. "Damn! You last longer than I expected. But I like challenge."

            Hard as a rock, Jack's manhood throbbed incessantly. It shook whenever the boy was rocked. The foreskin had been retracted, exposing the purplish head. Precum frequently oozed out and coated the head in a clear glistening layer. Not getting stroked, the dick furiously pulsated as if demanding some attention. Shaken repeatedly, the cock splattered its precum all over Jack's chiseled abs. Much landed on his wiry pubic hair as well. Jack's hands were itchy, fighting hard not to grab the dick and stroke it to orgasm.

            "Look at your dick. It's such a wonderful sight. Its veined shaft doesn't stop throbbing. It's leaking heavily, too." With the help of his fingers, Devlin scooped up the pooling precum. "I love tasting precum." The precum-coated fingers were then brought to his mouth. Devlin licked the liquid off his fingers. "Hmm... Tasty."

            "Ah!" Jack was turned on, seeing Devlin lick his precum. "Milk my cock, please. Make me cum." Another hard thrust caused the stud to groan. Devlin's dick hit the prostate again. "Fuck!" Jack moaned, his dick spewing another drop of precum.

            Inside, Devlin's dick practiced its ultimate move. Turning supple, the elongated dick moved like a snake. Using the head, the cock rubbed Jack's prostate in circular motion. The tiny organ throbbed, responding to the stimulation. At the same moment, Jack's sweaty body bucked. He wasn't sure what it was because it was quite intense unlike anything he ever experienced. While Jack was moaning, Devlin's dick stimulated the exposed prostate. Every time the tiny organ was touched, Jack couldn't help crying out the overwhelming pleasure.

            The conversion to turn Jack into one of Devlin's henchmen still took place. The process was quite subtle and unnoticeable. More of Devlin's precum was dumped deep inside Jack's body. Slowly, Jack's body absorbed the liquid, receiving the supernatural power from the devil's seed. At the moment, he didn't notice it yet. Devlin's dick pushed Jack's fleshy prostate, coaxing it to give up its cum supply. From the slit, more precum streamed out. After drenching Jack's insides for some time, the absorbed precum finally reached into Jack's prostate.

            "Fuck! What's that?" Jack asked, gasping.

            "Don't fight the sensation. Embrace it. I'm turning you into a new man," Devlin said cryptically. "Yeah, feel the pleasure. Feel the strength I'm giving you. Be my loyal servant, Jack."

            "Oh! Whatever you're doing it, it feels incredible." Jack's eyelids fluttered, overpowered by orgasmic-like waves. Contracting, his arms shuddered. "I think I'm really close. Fuck yes!" 

            Actually, Jack could have shot his loads much earlier, if only he had been allowed to stroke his manhood. The absence of hand job made the ejaculation more difficult. Cumming without stroking wasn't entirely foreign to him because he had seen Thomas come without touching himself. Unfortunately, whenever it was Jack's turn to get fucked, he never experienced it. Thus a part of him excitedly anticipated the so-called spectacular orgasm. Sucking in the air, he prepared himself for climax. The signs were unmistakable. His entire body shook, both from the anal penetration and from the overpowering ecstasy.

            "You're getting closer, right? I can see it in your face," Devlin teased, not showing any sign of tiredness. "All you need is a little push."

            Devlin's dick became more aggressive. Its head was shoved into the prostate repeatedly, as if trying to squeeze the cum out. Jack went crazy, powerless to fight the dominant sensation. At one point, he flexed his sphincter in order to suck in the entire length of Devlin's dick. There was hardly any space left inside the fuck canal. It was cramped as Devlin's shaft thickened.

            "Ah!" A moan was literally fucked out of his mouth, together with a heavy breath. Both his hands diligently massaged Devlin's bulging pecs. However, they were suddenly pushed off by Devlin.

            Smiling wickedly, Devlin claimed his turn to feel Jack's equally-enticing pecs. Knowing that Jack's nipples were quite sensitive, Devlin insistently rubbed those protruding pinkish objects. Jack's long growls accompanied the relentless fingers. However, Devlin had to use one hand to hold Jack's torso down because that man couldn't stop finning. The other hand continued to work its way around Jack's erect nipples. Alternating between gentle rub and rough one, Devlin was determined to unleash Jack's cum.

            "I can feel it coming. Oh! Yes, I think I'm cumming," Jack puffed, clearly trying hard to shoot his loads. With his eyes closed, he let out a deafening roar.

            "Yes! Let it shoot! Fire those loads. Oh yeah!" Devlin encouraged, his fingers still dancing around those nipples in turns. "I'm fucking you ass, deeper. Take it!"

            One hard shove was what Jack really needed. As soon as Devlin's leaking dick head pushed hard against the prostate, Jack's erection erupted! Throbbing, the cock released its first load spectacularly. The hot jizz flew out and splattered Devlin's torso. It was soon followed by more loads. However, they simply flowed down the veined shaft instead of shooting. During the ejaculation, Jack's mouth was opened and a long groan echoed. Seeing his contorted face, one could imagine how great the orgasm felt. Jack's entire body bucked wildly like a bronco trying to throw its rider off.

            "Fuck! I'm cumming! Oh!" Jack cried, the nerves along his neck bulging out. Droplets of sweat were pushed out from his pores. "Ah! Fuck!" he cried again.

            Only with one hand, Devlin pinned Jack's body down. He made sure that the hunk wouldn't fall off the rock. Simultaneously, Devlin continued to bore into the depths of Jack's welcoming ass. In and out, the devil's cock fucked the hole while its precum trickled out from the slit. It was only a matter of time before Devlin filled the fuck canal with more potent juice. Snarling, he showed Jack how much he wanted him. His eyes were glued to Jack's spurting dick. The ejaculation was truly such a beautiful sight.

            "Ah! I'm still cumming Shit!" Jack gasped, gripped by both awe and confusion. Usually, his ejaculation took several seconds. But it had been nearly a minute since he spilled the first load.

            Jack's dick pulsated in rhythm with the leaking cum. The cock juice flowed down the shaft and gathered around Jack's hairy crotch. Some crawled down the stomach, while the other dripped down the thighs and onto the rock. For a moment, Jack's mind was shut down. He could no longer think; all he felt was pure passion. The sensation was so overwhelming and also addictive. Never had he experienced such an explosive climax. His lower jaw gaping open, he held onto the hot rock for support as his body writhed uncontrollably. At one point, Jack even thought he was going to pass out from the unbelievably sheer ecstasy.

            "Yes, keep cumming! Cum for your master! Cum for me!" Devlin exclaimed.

            In order to finish Jack off, Devlin stopped playing with the nipples. Instead, he grasped Devlin's aching erection and stroked it hard. The effect was quite noticeable because Jack's growls grew louder. Creamy liquid was wrung out from Jack's slightly gaping cock slit. Jack had no choice but to give up his dick for Devlin. The sweating stud jerked several times as his orgasm died down. Finally, the ejaculation ended with a low sigh from Jack's quivering lips. Exhausted, he lay still on the rock while catching his breath. Occasional groans still resounded because Devlin was still drilling Jack's hole.

            After releasing Jack's slimy dick, Devlin reproduced the contract magically in his hand. "Sign it, with your cum," Devlin demanded, shoving it towards Jack.

            Meekly, the man dipped his finger into the cum pool on his navel. Bringing the jizz-coated finger to the contract, Jack signed it. To his amazement, as soon as the cum touched the paper, it turned into red ink. Slowly, Jack wrote his name. When it was done, the contract suddenly disappeared.

            "Now, the last part of the initiation is. Ah!" Devlin growled. "My cum, oh!" And Devlin's dick began to inject Jack's ass with gallons of cum. Milky liquid broke the slit and soon inundated the rectum. "Take my cum! Embrace my power. Absorb my seed. Oh yeah! I'm cumming inside you."

            Jack was surprised to realize how hot Devlin's cum was. Out of surprise and fear, he tried to writhe his way out, away from Devlin's spurting dick. Yet, he was pinned down and had no way to escape. Thus, he could only lie there and groan. Although it was scalding hot, Devlin's cum didn't injure Jack's insides. As soon as it was spewed out, it sank into Jack's fleshy rectal wall. At then, the true transformation took place. This time, Jack truly noticed it.

            "What's happening? My body hardens, from the inside. Oh! And my veins burn. What did you do to me?!"

            To Jack's despair, Devlin said nothing. The devil simply kept on pumping and fucking. Jack continued to hold onto the rock because his body was rocking back and forth violently. More demonic cock juice flooded Jack's insides. A loud howl was heard a few seconds later, signaling the end of Devlin's orgasm. Grunting, Devlin patted one of Jack's sweaty pecs.

            "Good boy. Now, you're mine, body and soul."

            Jack could only wince, trying to get comfortable. Fortunately, the burning sensation quickly subsided. When Devlin's dick left Jack's ass, Jack was no longer in pain. Sitting up, he felt quite refreshed, as if he had been reborn. Testing his new strength, Jack flexed his biceps but he found that those muscles could inflate bigger than they used to be. Seeing his powerful biceps, Jack was reminded with the hardness of a rock. And suddenly, what he thought became reality. His arm turned into a rocky arm!

            "What happened?!" Naturally, Jack was shocked to see the transformation. "My arm! It's turning into a rock!"

            "Calm down. That's your new power, Jack. You control it through your mind." Devlin was amused by Jack's panicked expression. "Now, think of your original arm."

            Jack did. And surprisingly, his arm turned back into flesh-and-bone arm. "Cool!" Jack exclaimed, liking the new power."

            "Now, you're like a god. No one can stand defiantly before you. Feel free to avenge the death of your beloved boyfriend." Devlin stared at Jack's glistening body with much admiration. "You're gonna be such a hunky cum collector. No man can resist your sexual charm, not even the heterosexual ones."

            "What else can I do besides transforming my body?" Jack asked, eager to learn more.

            "You can control people's minds, enter their dreams, and morph into any object or animal. For aggressive purposes, you can summon balls of fire, lightning, ice and strike down people you hate. You can also incinerate them to ashes just by staring at them. The best of all, you're immortal now. You can't die and you can't grow old. Essentially, you're a god." Devlin was pleased to know how happy Jack was regarding those powers. "You can do more. There's practically no limit. Just think with your mind and make it happen."

            "I don't know what to say, Devlin. Thank you." Jack was really grateful, his eyes glinting. The first thing that popped in his mind was revenge. Then he was going to search for Thomas' soul, wherever he might be.

            However, Devlin was able to read Jack's mind and quickly warned, "Don't get to excited, Jack. I have one basic rule, though. There can be no love, at all."

            "What do you mean, Devlin?" Jack started to get uncomfortable by the sudden new rule. "No love?"

            "Correct, no love because love is associated with goodness. And goodness reminds me of that wretched higher power. And you know how much I hate such entity. Thus, you can't make friends with anyone. You mustn�t care for anyone. And you're not allowed to love anyone sexually. You can have sex with them, but you can't love them."

            "I can't love anyone?" Jack asked, shocked. He didn't expect that. "Not even loving another man? But why? Aren't you associated with homosexuality? Sodomites?"

            Listening to Jack's naive yet fervent argument, Devlin chuckled in such a devilish way. "Don't get fooled by those religious freaks. What do they know about me, the devil? Look at me. They say I have a pair of horns, bat wings, pointed tail, red skin, and a trident, simply because they assume I look like the vilest creature. Do you see any horn on my head?!" Still naked, Devlin approached the rock where Jack sat. "So why do you assume they're right about the sodomites?"

            "Since I was a kid, I heard the story about Sodom and..."

            Devlin cut, "And you believe that crap?" He laughed like a maniac, obviously thinking of Jack as a joke. "Those Sodomites fell to hell because of other grave sins which had nothing to do with same-sex love. However, I enjoy how the Christians twist their own Bible. The more hatred among humans, the stronger I am. The more people they kill in god's name, the more powerful I become!" Devlin then paused to observe Jack's reaction. "Listen, I don't have much time to explain all the details. But, when two men get together sexually and love is involved, then it's an abomination to me. I cannot tolerate any kinds of love, including homosexual love. You're free to fuck as many men as you want. But remember, you mustn�t love anyone. Heed my warning or suffer the consequences." Devlin then turned his back and walked away.

            "Wait! Does it mean Thomas is not in hell? Is he in heaven then?"

            Devlin stopped and turned around. "I told you, that's confidential information." Refusing to answer more questions, Devlin decided to disappear in a puff of smoke.

            "No wait! How can I get back to earth?! Devlin, come back!" Jack called out for Devlin but the devil chose to ignore his prot�g�. "Damn!" Jack cursed.

*****

            Standing by the edge of the precipice, Jack looked down and was greeted by fiery scene of damned souls wailing for mercy. Those souls looked like tiny ants from where Jack stood. They were floating in a lake of lava, desperately trying to stay afloat. Their cries were eerily heart-wrenching as their limbs burned for the eternity. Jack couldn't make out what they screamed about because the distance was quite far. To Jack's surprise, he felt no pity towards them as if he had lost the last piece of his humanity. 

            I wonder why those people ended up in hell. Are there any sodomites among those damned souls? Devlin refused to reveal Thomas' whereabouts. I mean, if Thomas isn't here, then where is he? Is he up in heaven? But doesn't God hate gay people?

            Fisting his hands, Jack told himself, I'm gonna avenge your death, Thomas. They've unfairly taken you away from me. They have to pay for all the pain they inflicted on you. I'm gonna drag them down here one by one and throw them into the lake of fire. I swear to you, Thomas.

            Backing away, Jack looked up at the starless dark sky. Assuming that hell was located beneath the ground, he stared aimlessly at the void and wondered whether Thomas was up in heaven or not. Sighing, he walked back to the spot where Devlin previously fucked him. He sat on the rock and pondered about what he was going to do next. The naked man closed his eyes and thought of a wolf. Then strange sensation enveloped his entire body. His bones were dislocated and his skin was stretched. Blood was rushing hard through the veins in his limbs. There was a strong desire to groan. But when he did, all he heard was a wolf's howl. Opening his eyes, Jack found himself standing on four furry legs. He had turned into a wolf in a matter of a second.

            "Incredible! I'm a wolf!" Jack exclaimed. Yet, what came out from his mouth was a mere howl.

            Jack imagined himself turning back into a human. And in an instant, he was back standing on two feet. His spent dick dangled about. Jack then thought about fire and stared at his palm. All of a sudden, a ball of fire materialized from nowhere. Grabbing the fire ball, he threw it at a nearby scary-looking tree. A small explosion happened just as the fire ball hit the trunk. The tree was rent asunder, leaving overwhelming smell of burning woods.

            Impressive! Now I can cook someone alive with these fireballs. Remembering what Devlin did earlier, Jack was intrigued to try it. Devlin could change his dick size so easily like moving his fingers. I wonder if I have the same power or not.

            Using the power of his mind, Jack stared down at his own flaccid manhood. He simply thought about erection and suddenly his dick thickened and elongated. The dick continued to grow until it reached maximum hardness. Lubricated by previous ejaculation, Jack's foreskin slid down and exposed the glistening mushroom-shaped head. Next, Jack thought about lengthening his dick. Almost immediately, Jack felt his shaft tingle as if millions of tiny ants marched across it. Then it happened before his eyes. The cock shaft actually grew longer. It continued to do so until Jack stopped the growth just by wishing it to stop.

            Wow! My dick is inhumanely long! Jack checked out his new dick, which actually looked more like a bent cane. Let's see if I can make it thicker.

            The long dick then began to thicken fast. The girth expanded until it reached the size of an adult man's fist. At that point, Jack's dick became quite heavy. Obviously, Jack was having some difficulties to keep his balance. Thinking that it was a stupid idea, he shortened his manhood back to normal size.

            At least I know that size is no longer a problem for me. I can reshape my dick whenever I want it. It might come handy when I sexually torture those homophobic freaks. There's one more thing I need to try.

            Closing his eyes, Jack concentrated hard. He imagined his dick turning flexible like a snake. The erect dick suddenly lost its rigidity and slumped down. When Jack opened his eyes, he saw it wave about like an elephant's trunk. Jack knew that he might occasionally need it for his revenge. He intended to sexually humiliate those homophobic freaks before exterminating them. What could be more humiliating than being choked by a snake-like long cock, he thought.

            To test the strength of his dick, Jack focus on a charred piece of the dead tree which he earlier destroyed. Acting like elephant's trunk, Jack's dick elongated and flexibly picked the piece up. When Jack applied some force, the wooden piece was broken into two with a loud snap. From the look of his face, Jack was very content. He didn't have any regret at all for selling his soul to the devil. To him, it was actually a fair price, as long as he could avenge Thomas' tragic death.

            "No one can stop me now, not even the idiotic priest. He has to pay for the death of my boyfriend. I swear. I shall destroy the whole town. An eye for an eye. Their souls for Thomas'."

            Jack certainly didn't want to spend his time in hell by doing nothing. Urged by his strong desire to avenge Thomas' death, Jack decided to get to know his powers more. Without getting tired, he continued to train himself. The more he trained himself, the more confident he became. He learned how to wield different kinds of elemental energy balls, how to morph into different animals, and even how to teleport from one spot to the other. Time went by but Jack had no idea how long he was down there. Yet, at one point, finally Jack felt that he was ready to go back to his town.

            Involuntarily, Devlin's warning echoed in Jack's mind. I cannot tolerate any kinds of love, including homosexual love.

            Ignoring the devil's warning, Jack closed his eyes and thought about Thomas. Out of the blue, smoke appeared on the spot where he stood. And just like that, he was gone.

*****

            Thunder mercilessly roared while lightning struck a tall tree and set it off on fire. Rain fell down heavily as if the sky had opened up its waterway and emptied its water reservoir. The sun was hidden behind the thick dark clouds. Raindrops had drenched everything, including a patch of freshly dug grave. It was a poorly constructed grave. There was no fancy tombstone. No traces of flowers could be found on the grave, as if no one visited the grave.  The rain had taken away much of the dirt and turned it into mud, nearly erasing the existence of the grave.

            A puff of smoke appeared under the pouring rain. And a naked figure of a man stood before the grave. Immediately, water washed down his chiseled body as if trying to calm him down. But nothing could erase the anguish in Jack's heart. A bouquet of the most beautiful lilies appeared magically in his hand. His legs buckling, Jack fell down on his knees onto the muddy ground. Staring at what appeared like a mud pool, Jack broke down and cried.

            "It's me, Thomas. Jack Reynolds. Yes, baby. I'm here." Sobbing, Jack put the lily bouquet onto the muddy ground. "I brought you your favorite flowers. Lilies. I know how much you adored these flowers. Oh, Thomas. If only you knew how much I miss you. How can I live without you?"

            The loud thunder drowned Jack's cries. Yet, it didn't stop the muscled man from pouring his tears. The rain water flowed down his faces, washing away the tears. Although the weather was cold, Jack didn't feel anything except endless pain in his heart. Not even his powers could get rid of the ache.

            "I'm so lost without you, Thomas. Why did you have to leave me so soon?"

            When he closed his eyes, all he could think of was Thomas' handsome face. Sweet memories of the times he spent with Thomas flitted across his mind. He remembered how sweet Thomas' smile was. Just by remembering it, Jack briefly smiled. Thomas indeed had such a contagious smile. As a friendly man, he was quite likeable in the town. Wherever he went, he always managed to spread his cheerfulness. Thus, Jack found it hard to believe that those people had the heart to watch Thomas being executed in front of them.

            "I know it's not your fault. Those gay haters took you away from me. And I won't forgive them. They killed you without any mercy. With their blind faith, they cruelly separated us just because we're same-sex lovers. It's really unfair. I swear, Thomas. I'm gonna make them pay and avenge your death."

            Jack punched the ground, splattering mud everywhere. The hole created by his fist was soon flooded by the persistent rain water.

            "I wish I knew where you are now. I need you, my love. I don't care what Devlin said. I'll fight hard to find your soul. Once I do, I'm gonna embrace you and never let you go, ever. Only then, we'll be together forever. Oh, Thomas." Jack paused when he realized how pathetic the grave was. "They didn't even give you a proper tomb. Cursed those religious freaks!"

            With a wave of his hand, green grass sprouting from the muddy ground around the grave. Nearby stones merged together and formed a large slab. The stone slab positioned itself at one end of the grave, serving as a tombstone. A green plant pushed out from the ground and quickly turned into a big leafy tree. The leaves practically shielded the grave from the pouring rain. Colorful flowers then grew among the grass. The forsaken grave now turned into a beautiful grave. Wiggling his finger, he etched several words on the slab: Here lies Thomas White. A dear lover of Jack Reynolds.

            For the umpteenth times, Jack was overwhelmed by his grief. The stud wept for a moment, unable to control himself. Wiping the tears, he picked up the muddy bouquet. With one shake, the mud stains were gone. Jack then put the bouquet down onto the grave.

            "It's raining now, Thomas. I remember that you enjoyed standing under the rain. I really wish you were here now. Do you still remember the first time we met? It was also raining on that day. It was as if our fate was intertwined by the rain."

            And with that, Jack's mind retreated to the past. A vivid image of his past was replayed in his head. Three years ago, Jack Reynolds met Thomas White for the first time. And the first time he laid his eyes on Thomas, he knew that he wanted him.

*****

            Out of the blue, thunder rumbled loudly. As soon as it happened, tiny drops of rain began trickling down. As a lumberman who mostly worked outdoor, Jack was quite experienced with the weather. He knew for certain that those tiny trickles would turn into a downpour. Grabbing his axe, he quickly ran into the woods. He chose a big sturdy tree and stood under it. Looking up, he saw how thick the foliage was. He knew that such three could offer the best protection from the rain. Just as he finished thinking about that, another thunder rumbled. Suddenly, it was raining cats and dogs. Hugging himself, Jack tried to get warm.

            Damn! I just got here to chop woods and suddenly it's raining so heavily. If I knew it, I would have stayed at home and jacked off instead.

            The thin shirt he wore could no nothing to fend off the coldness. Yet, he had no problem with the freezing wind because he was man enough to bear it. Although the tree was sturdy enough to protect Jack from the rain, frequently some rain drops managed to penetrate the foliage and fell upon Jack. Gradually, Jack's shirt, as well as his trousers, was dampened. The wet fabric then clung onto his body, refusing to let go. Silently, Jack watched the vast grass field getting soaked by pearly drops of rain. The sight was quite captivating. For a moment, he was lost in time. Then, he was pulled out from his mind when he heard someone running through the rain. When he looked up, he saw a young man run though the pouring rain.

            It's insane. What is he doing? Why didn't he take cover? At first, Jack thought that the guy was running away from the rain. But then he realized that he was wrong. Is he dancing in the rain? Has he lost his mind?

            Obviously, the young man didn't realize that he was being watched because he continued to prance about. Spreading his arms, he twirled a few times and let the rain washed over him. Water was splattered everywhere as he jumped about. There was something about that guy which caught Jack's attention. He didn't know what it was, though. Then, suddenly, the dancing guy slipped off and fell down on his ass. Instinctively, Jack ran forward to offer his help.

            "Are you alright?" Jack extended his hand.

            "I'm alright. Thank you," the young man said, pulling himself up.

            "What are you doing here? It's raining hard." Jack had to yell because the thunder kept rumbling. "Come with me."

            The drenched lad said nothing, simply giving Jack a shy smile. They both ran back to the tree where Jack previously stood under. Shivering, the shy guy hugged himself as he tried to stay warm. Noticing that Jack's eyes were on him, he blushed and tried to look away. Fortunately, the rain soon subsided and turned to drizzle. The dark clouds dissipated, giving way to the sun. Warm rays shone through the leaves and provided both men with some warmth.

            "Lucky for us, the rain has stopped," Jack said, looking up at the sky. "You need to take off your clothes. If not, you'll catch cold." Ignoring the stranger, Jack began pulling his own shirt off his head. "So, what's your name?"

            "Thomas White," the young man answered awkwardly. His hands clutched his wet shirt, as if he didn't want to take it off.

            "What's the matter?" Jack asked, holding the wet shirt in one hand. Jack's muscular body was displayed for Thomas to see, his biceps flexing. "You alright?" Jack noticed that Thomas couldn't take his eyes off of him. Following the direction of Thomas' eyes, Jack noticed that he was staring at the pecs. "Are you looking at my chest?"

            "Sorry," Thomas quickly said, half stuttering. "I didn't mean that. I..." He looked away, feeling embarrassed.

            "No, it's OK. I just want to know something," Jack said. Without any hesitation, he blatantly asked, "Are you a sodomite?"

            Thomas froze, not knowing what to answer. Instinctively, he wanted to deny it in order to save his life. Being a sodomite in such era was punishable by death. No gays wanted to admit their homosexuality. However, a part of Thomas was quite honest. As those two sides fought, the young man didn't know what to say to Jack. He silently hung his head down in deep shame. Although he didn't say anything, his action was considered as a silent yes by Jack.

            "Don't be scared, Thomas. I'm a sodomite, too."

            Usually, Jack was very paranoid about telling anyone about his true sexuality. However, he saw no reason to do that to Thomas. When he looked into Thomas' eyes, he saw something pure and innocent. Being older, it was Jack's instinct to protect Thomas. He understood what it was like to grow out of adolescent among those anti-gay people. He didn't want Thomas to undergo the same thing. Hence, he opened up to the young man and offered his friendship from a sodomite to another sodomite.

            Thomas was clearly confused, not certain what to do. Not knowing Jack at all, he wondered whether he could trust that man or not.

            "We're both alike. So there's no need to be afraid." Assuring Thomas that everything was alright, Jack extended his hand. "Here let me help you take off your shirt."

            Dumfounded, Thomas didn't know how to react. He just stood there like a fool, letting Jack turn his body around and pull the wet shirt off his head. When his bare chest was exposed, he blushed again. Immediately, he hugged his own chest to prevent Jack from seeing it. His naive action of course caused Jack to chuckle.

            "You don't have to be so shy like that. You're not a woman."

            "But you're a sodomite too, like me. You'll get hard if you look at my pecs," Thomas replied innocently.

            "Good point. Well, suit yourself then." Jack decided not to push Thomas, not wanting to freak the guy out. "So what were you doing under the rain earlier? You may catch a cold or even worse disease."

            "I know," Thomas answered weakly. "But I can't help it. I love everything about the rain. I just can't resist it. I love how it smells when the rain drenches the ground. I love the sensation of the water wash down my body."

            Thomas paused, noticing how silly he looked standing there while clutching his pecs. Finally, he loosened the clutch before taking off his arms completely. As soon as he did so, he found Jack staring at his shirtless body. The guy's cheeks were flushed, knowing that Jack was looking at his pecs. It was both flattering and embarrassing. Thomas hung his head down again before feeling a finger hold his chin up. As he looked up, he saw Jack's handsome features. For a moment, they were both lost in each other's eyes.

            Jack's heart was beating fast, blood rushing down his veins. A sudden urge to kiss the pretty guy emerged but Jack fought the temptation for Thomas' sake. The last thing Jack wanted was for Thomas to accuse him of homosexual rape. His hand shuddering, Jack didn't have the power to bring his lips closer to Thomas'. Before lust took over his mind, Jack released Thomas' chin and turned away. Panting, he told himself repeatedly to get a grip of himself. It took a minute to let the awkwardness between them drift away.

            "I've never seen you around here, by the way. Where are you from?"

            "I'm from England. I just came to America by ship. Because I loved nature, I took some time to enjoy the greenery when suddenly it rained. That's when you caught me dancing in the rain," he explained sheepishly.

            "I see," Jack nodded. "So why did you come here? I mean, you've come all the way from England. I assume that you're not vacationing."

            "I actually came here to meet my brother," Thomas admitted.

            "Really? And you�ve travelled miles across the ocean to meet him. Wow! He must be someone dear to you."

            Thomas was quiet, as if uncertain how to respond. "My brother doesn't know anything about me."

            Surprised, Jack asked to dig out more information, "How come?"

            "You see, my mother met a man who said he just came back from the new world. He previously had a family there but something tragic happened and he abandoned his only son to move back to England. It was indeed a cowardice act..."

            Thomas kept on talking but Jack froze upon hearing the beginning of Thomas' story. Although his eyes were on Thomas' face, his gaze was empty. Jack's heart ached as hurtful past memories came back to haunt him. A part of him told him that it was simply a freakish coincidence. Yet, the other part demanded an explanation. Before it got out of hands, Jack cut Thomas' story as he searched for an answer.

            "Tell me, Thomas. What's your brother's name?" Jack stared wildly at Thomas, nearly scaring Thomas. His hands clutched Thomas' shoulders securely, not giving Thomas any chance to run away. "Tell me his name. Please."

            At first, Thomas was shocked to get such response. He didn't know what took over Jack's mind all of a sudden. However, afraid he would be harmed, he nervously responded, "My brother's name is... Jack Reynolds."

            "No, it can't be." Jack stepped back, his legs shuddering.

            "Are you alright?" Thomas asked, baffled by the sudden change of Jack's behavior. "What happened? You know Jack Reynolds? Please tell me, where I can find him."

            Looking up at Thomas' confused face, Jack answered with a choked voice, "I am your brother, Thomas. I'm Jack Reynolds."

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