Title : Devil's Collector - part 6
Written by : Hector Himeros
Cover model : Vince Ferelli - Colt Studio Group
Background : CGTextures.com
Words : 8,040 words
Scene : M/M, reluctant, anal, oral
Setting : Bedroom, town square, church
Location : Virginia colony
Time : 1638
Character #1 : Jack Reynolds - 33 - Caucasian man - gay - top
Character #2 : Thomas White - 21 - Caucasian man - gay - bottom
Character #3 : Peter Hutchins - 45 - Caucasian - gay in denial - top
Character #4 : Belial - ? - demon - gay/bisex - 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.

            "Thomas, where are you?" Jack asked, making sure that his voice was loud enough. "Are you sleeping, baby?" Jack spent several minutes searching through the content of a cupboard. "Damn! Where are my other shoes?" Several things were thrown out as Jack got more desperate in his search. Getting no luck, Jack then decided that he should look for them in the bedroom. "Baby, do you see my ...?"

            "Oh!" came a loud gasp from the kitchen.

            "Thomas, baby? You alright?"

            Worriedly, Jack stormed into the kitchen, following the direction of Thomas' voice. Thomas sounded as if he was in pain. Although the house was quite small, it felt like forever as Jack ran to find his boyfriend. Just as he stepped into the kitchen, he came across his naked lover lying unexpectedly on the floor.

            "Baby! What happened to you? Are you alright?" Worriedly, Jack squatted down and worried checked his lover�s condition for any wounds. "What are you doing on the floor?"

            Thomas lifted up his face and looked into Jack's eyes as he said, "I'm alright, Jack. I'm just playing with myself." The youth tried hard to suppress his nervousness, hoping that Jack didn't notice anything.

            Jack scanned the surroundings and found a dampened carrot next to Thomas' legs. He picked it up and observed the dampness. Then, he immediately came to a conclusion that Thomas was actually fucking himself with a carrot. Upon realizing it, Jack immediately laughed. Suddenly, the worry in his heart was gone.

            "You scared me, baby. I thought someone hurt you," Jack said, taking in a deep breath of relief. "We live among the religious. Danger always exists."

            "I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to frighten you," Thomas quickly replied, giving Jack a big hug. Thomas' heart was beating furiously, as if it might break out of the ribcage.

            "It's alright, baby. I just want you to be safe. I love you. That's why I was worried. You mean a lot to me, you know?" Jack gave his boyfriend a kiss to let him know that everything was OK. "It seems that you had a lot of fun with the carrot. I may get jealous," he joked, whispering in Thomas' ear.

            "Why are you home early, Jack?" the youth asked, pulling away.

            "I accidentally tore one of my shoes. So I hurriedly came back to find my spare shoes. Do you see them by any chance?"

            "Your other shoes?" Thomas immediately gave a jump. No, Jack mustn't go to the bedroom. Father Hutchins is hiding under the bed. The shoes that Jack was looking for were there. I have to get them for him.

            "What's the matter, baby? You look pale all of a sudden," Jack asked, looking rather worried. He gently rubbed his lover's right cheek to feel its smoothness.

            "Let me get them for you."

            Without giving Jack any chance to reply, the naked young man stood up and flew to the bedroom. Within seconds, he returned to the kitchen with a pair of leather shoes. Thomas' naked chest was heaving, up and down. Beads of sweat were soon formed across the bulging pecs. Jack didn't say anything. He simply took the shoes from Thomas' hand and dropped them. Pushing the youth onto a wall, Jack planted a deep kiss in Thomas' lush lips. For a minute, they were locked in a passionate wet kiss. Jack's mouth tried to wrap itself around Thomas' as they exchanged drool. Yet, Jack later forced himself to release the naked young man.

            "I'd love to fuck your ass now but I have to get back to work." Jack quickly put on the new shoes yet his eyes kept staring at Thomas' sexy pecs and his throbbing erection. "One thing for sure, when I return later I'm gonna give you the best fuck ever." Jack then lewdly pointed at his own bulging crotch. "My cock is hard already. Damn!"

            "I'm gonna wait for you, darling," Thomas replied, kissing Jack's lips lightly. "My ass will be ready by then."

            "Make sure that you don't play with the carrot too much. I don't want your ass to get loose," he joked again. Naughtily, he slapped Thomas' ass buns. "Well, I'm gonna head out again. See you later, baby."

            "Take care, my love." Thomas waved at him, standing in the kitchen.

            Jack walked out by himself, wearing the new pair of shoes. Thomas didn't walk him out because he was naked. A minute later, the door made a noise as Jack opened and closed it in one swift movement. Still standing there like a statue, Thomas counted from one to ten. After he was certain that the coast was clear, he hurried to the bedroom to fetch the priest. There, he found Father Hutchins sitting naked on the bed. The priest's dick was flaccid at the moment, but he knew for sure that it would get hard in seconds. 

            "That's close," Peter sighed. "Shall we continue?"

            Meekly, Thomas sat on the bed, next to the perverted priest. He didn't resist when Peter's arm took possession of his shoulder. Everything turned into a blur. He heard the priest say some things but couldn't understand a word. He left his naked body being manhandled yet he couldn't respond. Thomas was simply occupied with guilt. He hated himself for hiding the truth from his lover, that he was having sex with Father Hutchins. Although the priest claimed that he was exorcizing a demon, Thomas knew that what he did with the priest was called infidelity.

            "I know what you're thinking, Thomas. You're feeling very guilty at the moment. I mean, look at you. You're naked with me. And you hides it from Jack. But let me assure you that since our God hates sodomy, there's no same-sex infidelity. Whether or not you're sexually faithful to your male lover, it's still a grave sin before God. Homosexuality is the worst sin of all sins." Peter continued his sermon as he positioned the young man on the bed. "Stop feeling guilty, Thomas. Surrender your body to me. Let me cleanse you from the sin of homosexuality. Let me spray my holy juice deep inside your ass."

            I hate myself. I actually enjoy being fucked by a priest. And worst, I agree to play exorcism with him. What have I done? Yet, there was no turning back for Thomas.

            Almost rudely, Peter laid Thomas on his back and lifted the youth's legs by the ankles. He then spread those legs apart, thus exposing Thomas' genitalia. The priest licked his upper lip as he pushed those legs back and folded them against Thomas' stomach. In such position, Thomas' asshole was slightly displayed. Peter said nothing, staring wildly at the sweet clenching fuck hole. He applied more pressure on Thomas' upturned thighs until the asshole was lifted slightly.

            "You have such a tight hole, Thomas. Let me fuck your ass again. This time, I'm gonna fuck it until I spray my holy juice inside you."

            Wriggling his hips, Peter lined up his dick with Thomas' exposed hole. He didn't have to stroke the meat. Instead, it elongated and hardened by itself, until it reached sufficient hardness. The cock head was still damp from previous penetration. Thus, the foreskin easily retracted, exposing half of the head. Carefully, the priest began pushing his dick into the waiting hole. The sensation of tightness revisited his dick as its head was forced into the clenching hole. Thomas' chute acted like a rubber band, mercilessly constricting Peter's sensitive knob.

            "Jesus! Your ass is very tight. Oh! I've never entered any hole as tight as yours, Thomas."

            The previous anal activities, fortunately to Thomas, had loosened up the chute. Thus, although it was still tight, Peter's cock wormed in more easily. Throbbing, the cock spilled more precum into Thomas' ass. The liquid oozed out from the slit and down Peter's pinkish dick head before staining the interior of Thomas' ass. Giving a little more push, the priest maneuvered his dick carefully as it passed through the ass ring. He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable moment.

            "Oh! Father Hutchins, your dick is big. My ass still hurts," the youth whimpered again, sobbing.

            After suffering from minor cuts, Thomas' ass gave a harsh reaction to the re-penetration. The wounds gave off severe stinging sensation as they were rubbed. The young man gritted his teeth, embracing Peter's torso tightly. Involuntarily, he clawed at Peter's sweaty bare back. The blunt nails left some reddish scratch marks.

            The priest moaned from the stimulation on his dick and his back. The sexual experience was so intense that he was certain he wouldn't be able to last long. "Oh God! I'm so horny. Your ass drives me crazy with lust. I can really feel the deadly power of the homosexual demon. It's luring me into its trap. Ah!" Peter winced, shoving his dick in. "I won't give in. I'm gonna spray my juice inside your ass and vanquish that demon." With much determination, finally the fat dick head lurched in and lodged itself safely inside. "Jesus!" the priest gasped.

            "Father Hutchins! Your dick is in!" Thomas moaned, not knowing whether he should cry in pain or with pleasure.

            "Yes! It's inside you, Thomas. My big dick." The priest panted for a moment, regaining his breaths.

            "Fuck me, Father Hutchins. Fuck my ass. Breed me. I need your cock," Thomas shamelessly spoke, his hands groping the priest's back.

            "You're such an eager lad. Don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you and free you from the homosexual demon. Hang on, Thomas."

            Leaning over, the priest pressed his lips against Thomas. They both shared a very passionate yet sloppy kiss. In order to get comfortable, Peter later spread Thomas' legs apart and hooked them over his shoulders. That way, he gained better access to the young man's fuck hole. He seduced Thomas with sensual licks over his neck. Sometimes, he also sucked on the skin and left some hiccies. From the way he behaved, it was quite apparent that sex with men was not a new thing for him.

            "Ah!" Thomas gasped, closing his eyes. When he reopened his eyes, he met Peter's eyes. There, he saw unfathomable lust, which rather scared him. At one point, he thought of Peter as neither a priest nor a sex buddy. In fact, he felt as if he was being molested by a dangerous sexual predator. Yet, Thomas could no nothing, except squirming and moaning. He was powerless to reject the pleasure.

            "Feel my hardness inside you, Thomas. I'm pushing my dick as deep as I can into you. Ah!"

            "Father Hutchins! Fuck! Oh, do me. I need your dick. Fuck me!"

            "Yes, I'm fucking your ass. I can feel the power of your demon. It's pulling me in. Christ! I have to fight the homosexual demon," Peter said, wincing, as if he was in a heated battle with invisible entity.

            "Keep doing what you're doing, Father. Ah! Drill my ass. Fuck it hard. Oh, Father Hutchins!"

            Sustaining both men's weights, the bed kept creaking. Its wooden frames were shaken so hard that they were about to break down. Yet, nothing could stop Peter from venting out his suppressed lust. It was hard to find a man who was into sodomy, especially for a priest like him. Inside Thomas' ass, Peter's dick feverishly slid in and out. Its head bumped into the fleshy wall all the times, looking for Thomas' prostate. The priest rotated his manhood by changing the direction of his penetration. Yet, he was worried that he didn't have enough time because he was about to blow up in any moment.

            Thomas' hands moved to the front, indulging themselves in some pectoral fun. They kneaded and squeezed the priest's chest. Those pecs were broad and wide but much flatter compared to Jack's. Thomas enjoyed feeling them nonetheless. Whenever Thomas' fingers touched the pert nipples, Peter would react violently. Nipples were indeed his most sensitive parts and Thomas knew it. The horny lad deliberately tweaked those tiny nubs, enjoying the guttural groans that came from the priest's gaping mouth.

            "Oh God! You're such a naughty young man. You like playing with my nipples, huh? Ah! You're making me horny."

            "I love male chests. Yeah! And I love nipples, too. Ah, Father!" Shamelessly, Thomas blurted out some information about his sexual preference. "I like men like you, Father, manly and virile. Oh! Take my ass. Fuck me."

            "I assume that's the homosexual demon talking?" Peter panted, staring wildly at the lad's eyes.

            "Cut it out, father. We both know we like the same thing, fucking with men. Ah! So shut up and fuck me. Make me cum."

            "You're a horny brat, Thomas. You're seducing a priest to come in your ass. Oh God! I can't hold it any longer. I'm so turned on." The priest winced, biting his lower lip. "I still want to fuck your ass. I don't want to cum too soon. Oh!"

            With his legs hooked on Peter's shoulders, the young man had limited access to Peter's chest. Thus, he later moved his legs and wrapped them around Peter's waist. It was rather hard to get a firm grip there because Peter's body was drenched in sweat. Having unrestricted access to the priest's upper torso, Thomas resumed fondling those delectable pecs. He swept his fingers like a brush, up and down those slightly bulging pecs. He also encircled the nipples, to heighten the stimulation. The effect was quite noticeable because the priest increased the speed of his penetration.

            Grunting, Thomas gripped Peter's torso but his hands kept slipping away. At times, he accidentally twisted the priest's nipples. When it happened, Peter croaked as he writhed furiously. As the result, Thomas groaned too, because Peter's dick wreaked havoc inside his ass. Their groans filled the bedroom, echoing through the walls. It seemed that neither was worried that people might overhear their lustful moans. Thomas' naked body was rocked back and forth. Fortunately, his head was protected from bumping into the wall by the pillow.

            "Are you close, Thomas?" Peter asked after several minutes of hot passion passed. "Are you about to cum?"

            "Not yet," Thomas growled, clawing at Peter's glistening chest. "But soon... I can feel it. Oh!"

            "Don't cum yet. Let me milk your dick." Haphazardly, Peter shoved his manhood in.

            "Fuck! Oh!" Thomas groaned, his body squirming. "Screw me! Yeah!" The lad put one of his hands down on the bed. Contracting, the hand eventually pulled off the bed sheets.

            "Yeah! Oh God! I'm so horny." Noticing that he was about to squirt, the priest stopped fucking momentarily. "Jesus! I nearly came." Streams of sweat ran down his chest, heading down to the hairy crotch. "We'd better change position," he suddenly suggested, pulling his manhood out.

            "Ah!" Thomas growled, half disappointed. Yet, he meekly followed the priest's wish.

            Pulling out a dick was as hard as putting it in. Because of its larger shape, Peter's cock head was lodged in more securely than it should have been. Thus, it took extra effort to get it out. Thomas winced as his ass endured the painful withdrawal once more. Groaning, the youth held onto the bed sheets when flashes of pain shook his body. Earlier, he also underwent the same pain when the sex was interrupted by Jack's sudden arrival. Yet, Thomas hardly felt it because he was distracted by fear of getting caught.

            "Your ass is so tight. Oh God!"

            With much difficulties, the thick cock head inched itself out. Thomas' ass hole had to stretch wide in order to get the head out. Both men groaned, sweat dripping from their body pores. Peter held onto the lad's legs as he propelled himself. Like a slow-motion scene, the ass chute was pulled outward when Peter's dick backed out. Thomas' gasp signaled the success of the withdrawal. A long string of precum connected the priest's manhood to the ass. Yet, soon, the glistening string was snapped off.

            "Jesus! I almost came when I pulled my dick out." Sitting on the bed, he controlled his breathing to calm himself down. "Get on fours and show me your ass."

            Obediently, Thomas assumed the desired position. With his head laid on the pillow, he shoved his round ass backward. His entire body tingled in anxious anticipation. Involuntarily, Thomas' asshole squeezed itself. Just as it happened, pain from the previous anal frictions surged up his spine. The youth winced, making some erotic noises. Underneath, his dick was throbbing in full hardness. The slimy head was fully exposed. Owing to the slippery texture of the precum, Thomas' foreskin slid back by itself and securely lodged behind the head.

            "Fuck my ass, Father Hutchins. Make me cum, please. I was so close."

            "I was close, too," Peter commented. The naked priest's erection was quite hard, throbbing without any shame. "I'm gonna fuck your ass again. This time, I'm determined to spray my holy juice inside your ass. I won't hold back." Taking hold of the veined shaft, he slammed it against Thomas' bubble ass. "Oh!" Peter gasped upon feeling the pleasurable sensation. "Get ready or not, here I come, again."

            "Oh!" Thomas groaned, his eyes widening. Even though it was the third time, he was being penetrated by Peter's giant dick head, the initial pain kept coming back. "Fuck!" he cursed.

            "You know you can take my dick, Thomas. This is the third time... ah!" After  positioning the head right onto the welcoming hole, the priest pushed in. "Jesus Christ! Your hole is still tight as ever. How can it be?"

            "Ah, kept pushing. Father Hutchins!"

            However, learning from previous experiences, the priest was able to lodge his manhood more easily this time. With a little push and some repositioning, all of a sudden, he managed to shove his dick in. Both men gasped in unison, upon feeling the mergence of two manly bodies. Thomas' swollen asshole tried to swallow the rest of the shaft as Peter pushed in deeper. The dick continued to sink in until the balls hit Thomas' thighs. Without giving any cue, Peter began humping.

            "Father, oh! Breed my ass. Fuck me," Thomas growled, surrendering himself to the pleasure of sodomy. "Sodomize my ass, priest. Yeah!" To him, sodomy had turned into a provocatively sexy word. Every time he mentioned it, he couldn�t stop his dick from throbbing. "Fuck my ass. Father Hutchins, ah!"

            "Oh God! I can't resist the pleasure of fucking your ass, Thomas. I love it. Oh!" Just within a minute after the re-penetration, the priest fought to delay his orgasm for as long as he could. "Jesus! Your ass is milking my dick by itself, as if your ass had a life of its own. Christ! It must be the homosexual demon working inside you."

            At that point, Thomas didn't give a damn about the priest's insistent claim regarding demon. He just wanted the priest to fuck him until he sprayed his juice all over the bed. Thomas' muscles contracted as the body swayed back and forth. Although the bed was still creaking, its noises couldn't drown the loudness of Thomas' spontaneous groans. Realizing that his groans could attract curiosity from the neighbors, Thomas later leaned down and buried his mouth in the pillow. It was proven quite effective. Nevertheless, much of his drool seeped into the pillow as he continued to moan.

            "Take my cock, Thomas. Feel how big it is. Yeah!"

            "Oh! Ah! Ah!" Thomas groaned through the thick pillow.

            "You love to get fucked by men, don't you? Well, I'm fucking your ass now. And I'm gonna cast out your homosexual demon. Jesus! Oh!"

            Lifting his head up, Thomas craned down to get a view of his own dick. What he saw was very arousing. Thomas' dick bobbed up and down, following the vicious thrusts. Its head looked quite red, glistening to a bursting point. A gossamer-like string of precum hung down from the slit for several seconds before it was stuck to one of Thomas' thighs. Pressure was building inside the balls, begging to be released. When Thomas reached for his dick, his hand was pushed away by Peter.

            "Don't stroke your dick, yet. Ah! Wait till I finish cumming."

            Cursing silently, Thomas hugged his pillow and continued to vocalize his feelings. To his expectation, the pain subsides and was gradually replaced with unspeakable rapture. The youth whimpered when he felt Peter's hands touch his nipples. Upon being groped, Thomas writhed because his chest was very sensitive. Yet, like a horse, he had no choice but to obey his rider. Thomas groaned, whimpered, squirmed, to the priest's sexual delight. More precum made its way out of the slit as Thomas' swollen dick head prepared to burst.

            At first, Peter had no clear aim. He simply pulled his manhood in and out. Nevertheless, suddenly, just as soon as he hit a spot, he was rewarded with a much louder groan. That was when he knew that he had found Thomas' pleasure spot. Focusing on the target, Peter repeatedly bumped his dick into Thomas' prostate. The effect was very satisfactory to both of them. The priest enjoyed to see the lad burn in the sinful flames of lust, while Thomas enjoyed the near-orgasmic experience.

            "Fuck that spot, Father Hutchins. Yeah! I'm nearly there. I'm about to cum. Oh!"

            "Yeah, shoot your load, Thomas. Purge the sin of Sodom from your body. Shoot it. Ah!" the priest urged, sweating profusely.

            "Father, I can feel my cum pushing out from my balls. Oh! I'm gonna cum."

            To prepare himself, Thomas lifted his upper torso and assumed the perfect on-four position. Wriggling his hips, he could feel his erect dick slap against his stomach. He knew that there was no way he could escape from orgasm. Each time, Peter's dick slid in, it pushed out a bit of Thomas' breath. The lad gasped, imagining what Peter's dick did in his rectum. The sexy image was proven to be quite erotic because, seconds later, Thomas finally blew his pent-up load all over the bed sheets.

            "I'm cumming!" Thomas cried. "Fuck! I'm cumming, Father Hutchins!" he slurred, his body contracting wildly.

            The naked youth was rocked forward, his head nearly hitting the wall. Then, he swayed backward, impaling himself on the priest' erect cock. Thomas didn't touch his dick at all during the ejaculation. Yet, the hardened staff came to life and throbbed all by itself. Each time the cock sprayed its load, Thomas groaned like a wounded lion. Clawing at the bed sheets, he forced himself to endure the orgasmic quake which wracked his entire body. Creamy juice shot forth powerfully. The gooey liquid splattered the sheets and the pillow. Pungent smell of cum permeated the air around them.

            "Shoot it, Thomas. Yeah, let it go. Cum for me. Jesus! It's so hot," the priest growled, not slowing down.

            Seeing Thomas buck like a mad bronco, Peter was soon driven to the brim of orgasm. Thomas' asshole constricted the priest's cock shaft repeatedly, providing him with more tightness. Thus, before he could say, "I'm cumming!", he had already squirted out the content of his heavy balls. All he could groan was "Jesus!" A torrent of milky goo then stormed out from Peter's cock slit. The liquid was spilled, drenching the cock head, as well as Thomas' fuck hole. Yet, Peter refused to stop fucking. In fact, he increased the speed.

            "Fuck me! Oh!" Thomas groaned, barely noticing Peter's orgasm.

            Shaken by orgasm, Thomas' muscles turned sore from over-flexing. His knees buckled under the weight of his own body, and also from the constant thrusts. Both his hands also shuddered, finding it hard to support the upper torso. Looking as if they were about to explode, Thomas' biceps bulged up. Sweat almost continuously trickled down the youth's naked body, creating tiny wet stains on the bed. At that point, Thomas' powerful cumshots had died down and turned into dribbles. Yet, the viciousness of his cock juice remained the same.

            "I'm cumming inside you, Thomas! Ah! Take my priestly juice up your ass. Oh!" Peter groaned, gripping the lad's shoulders hard until they turned red.

            "Yes! Oh, fuck!" the youth cried out, without any shame.

            Both men were lost in their orgasm for a moment. Temporarily, they also lost control of their bodies. All they knew, they had been lifted up to the world of utter bliss. For Peter, the experience was quite heavenly. Yet, the orgasm left as soon as it came. To their disappointment, it only lasted for a few seconds. Letting out a long sigh, Peter slumped down. Exhausted, Thomas' body gave in and fell flat on the bed. His torso was pressed down onto the wet stains of sweat and cum. And for a few minutes, they just lay there without moving.

            It was Thomas who spoke first. "So, have my homosexual demon been purged, Father Hutchins?" His voice was weak.

            Sighing, the nude priest slowly withdrew his dick. The shriveled dick became small enough to slide out without any significant pain. Its head was quite gooey, blanketed by a thick layer of cum. A streamlet of cum broke out, flowing down the Thomas' balls before standing the bed. With much effort, the priest rolled his body over and lay next to Thomas. His chest rose up and down as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

            Getting no answer from the priest, Thomas asked again, "My homosexual demon, how is it?" Of course, despite being a bit naive, Thomas didn�t believe Peter's words. However, he was interested to know what would happen next.

            Finally, the naked priest spoke, "Your demon is too strong. I'll have to exorcise it repetadly."

            "What?! Repeatedly? Father Hutchins, I may be naive but I'm not an idiot." Thomas couldn't hide his annoyance anymore.

            "See? You don't know what you're saying. It's the homosexual demon talking through your mouth." Ignorantly, the priest got up to throw on his frock.

            "No, Father Hutchins. I actually think it's you who got possessed by demon. How could you use religion to intimidate me? I..."

            Before Thomas could finish his sentence, the priest turned out and stared into his eyes. "Don't forget that your life, as well as Jack's, is in my hand. Think about that."

            "No! You can't do this to me. I'm not your se slave," the youth protested, looking quite angry.

            "Well, your cock tells otherwise. Just look at the obscene mess it made," Peter sneered, pointing at the bed. "See you tomorrow for another session. Same time, same place." Ignoring the naked lad, the clothed priest walked through the threshold.

            "Father Hutchins! You..."

            Speechlessly, Thomas threw himself down on the bed. He kept asking himself what he had done. Although basically it wasn't his fault, he felt quite guilty for enjoying what Father Hutchins did to him sexually. Such guilt made it impossible for him to tell Jack the truth. When he heard the front door open and close, as Peter walked out, he knew that his fate had been sealed.            

*****

            After the havoc that Jack caused, Jamestown suddenly became a living hell. Most of the townsmen had either perished or fled. Some survivors were seen crying hysterically after they found their loved ones died horribly. The others simply ran aimlessly, their traumatized mind refusing to believe what happened to them was not a nightmare. Fire still burned with a vengeance, engulfing as many buildings as it could. Columns of smoke rose up to the heavens, displaying the severity of the disaster that had just struck the homophobic town.

            Here and there, the ground cracked severely, caused by the quakes summoned by Jack. Many buildings, which escaped Jack's fiery vengeance, turned into heaps of rubbles. The church, in which Father Peter Hutchins preached every week, couldn�t survive Jack's wrath. Thin wisps of dirt filled the night sky, rising from the piles. For a moment, it seemed that neither Jack nor Peter survived. Yet, not far from the collapsed church, two dirt-covered figures were seen lying on the ground.

            "Thank you," Peter gasped, still trying to recuperate from the horror of near-death experience.

            "Don't thank me yet, you sonofabitch," Jack replied sarcastically, standing naked with arms crossed in front of his pecs. "I can't believe what I saw in your mind. So, that day... the day when I came home to get another pair of shoes... you're hiding in my bedroom? And you're raping Thomas?"

            "I didn't rape him. Thomas did it willingly," Peter tried to defend himself.

            "Yes, after you threatened him. You know what? Don't you dare make Thomas look unfaithful. I was in my 20s, too. I know how horny young men can be. It's totally understandable if Thomas was tempted to have sex with you. I won't blame him. But you? I can't forgive you for threatening my lover like that. How dare you? If he agreed to have sex with you that's because you intimidated him."

            "I know I was wrong. I'm sorry." Peter started to cry, as if Jack would take pity on him if he saw tears. "Have a pity on me, please. I'm just a human being."

            "Sorry won't bring Thomas back." Jack fisted his hands. Fire appeared from nowhere, burning those fists without hurting them a bit. "Is that why you decided to kill him? Just because one day he simply rejected your sexual advancement?"

            The priest was speechless. He knew that nothing he said would change Jack's mind.

            "Since the day I asked Thomas to be my lover, we had been a happy couple for three years. Yet, I never knew that, during those years, he was carrying that burden all by himself. You used my lover. You manipulated and threatened him. You don't deserve to wear that frock, priest!"

            Angrily, Jack threw a small fireball at Peter. Fire immediately burned the priest's frock. Yelping in shock and fear, Peter quickly pulled the frock off, along with the shirt. Miraculously, he escaped without any injury. The frock was thrown on the ground as fire consumed it, turning the fabric into a pile of ash. Falling to the ground, the shirtless priest was horrified to see his burning robe. His body shuddering, he could still remember how hot the fire was the moment the fireball hit him.

            "I hate you more than anything or anyone in this world. You've caused so much anguish and suffering to both Thomas and me. Die you!"

            Again, raging fire consumed Jack's muscular body. For a moment, the man suddenly turned into a living human torch. Howling into the sky, Jack flexed his muscles angrily. His demonic cry echoed through the burning town. Everyone who heard his cry would cower in fright. It was both sorrowful and furious. Jack's fiery body grew bigger as a pair of fiery wings sprouted from his naked back. Shaking like a leaf, the priest covered both his ears as he waited for the worst. Jack lifted his arm to summon a demonic weapon. And out of thin air, a fiery whip formed in his hand. Without any mercy, Jack lashed Peter's body with it.

            Yet, just before the demonic whip hit the priest's shirtless body, Jack was struck by the flashes from the past. The vivid image of the last day he saw Thomas alive revisited his mind. Jack could see it all quite clearly as if the event really took place.

*****

            "Hang them! Hang them!" the townsmen chanted.

            "Kill those sodomites! Kill them!" a man yelled as loudly as he could. After yelling those hateful sentences, he threw a rotten tomato at both Thomas and Jack.

            "God hates fags!" another man howled angrily, staring at both men as if they were the vilest creatures on earth.

            A rotten egg flew and hit Thomas' torso, staining the dirty torn shirt he wore. Even in such pitiful condition, Thomas looked quite stunning. Yet, the time he spent in the prison had taken way much of his muscle mass. Still handsome, Thomas looked a lot thinner. The young man obviously couldn't hide his grief and fear. Knowing that his life would end in a matter of minutes really scared the hell out of him. Yet, what scared him the most was the realization that he only had several minutes to spend with his lover, Jack. It really saddened him to know that he would never be able to grow old with Jack.

            Several well-built townsmen guarded both convicted men to prevent them from escaping. They deliberately separated Thomas from Jack to prevent them from displaying homosexual affection in public. Two strong men took hold of Jack's arms, immobilizing him. In addition, there was a pair of cuffs clutched Jack's wrists together. And another pair secured the feet. Jack watched in dismay as Thomas was being led to the gallows. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes, blurring his sight. The sturdy man cried silently as he prepared himself mentally to lose his lover. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could never be prepared. Looking away, he let tears stream down his face.

            "Burn in hell, fags!" a woman cursed, raising her arm. "Jesus hates fags! Sodomites belong in hell!"

            More townsmen threw all kinds of rotten things at Thomas. Eager to witness the execution, they were blinded by hatred. All they knew was gays had to die as commanded in the Holy Bible. Thomas and Jack's executions weren't the first ones. Since Virginia was colonized, people of Jamestown had witnessed several gay executions. Showing no mercy, they demanded that Thomas and Jack were hanged as soon as possible. Although they claimed to be a religiously civilized society, yet their behavior mirrored the pre-Christian Romans who eagerly watched the Christians being devoured by lions.

            Before Thomas was a simple framework, a few meters high. Two ropes hung down from the wooden beam. Each had a noose at its end. Under each noose was a tall stool. Thomas trembled when he saw the instruments which would forcefully rob him of his life. Thomas' legs shuddered as he stepped onto the stool under the watchful eyes of the townsmen. The wooden stool creaked eerily upon receiving Thomas' weight. Carefully, he stood on the stool, trying to keep his balance. Yet, standing suddenly became the most difficult thing to do. Both his legs barely had the power to sustain his body.

            The lad winced, enduring the pain on his body. During the interrogation, he had been beaten, abused, and humiliated. As a sodomite, he was no longer thought as a human being. Not having the courage to stare into the eyes of the angry townsmen, Thomas kept his eyes down on the ground. One of the men who guarded him hit his legs from behind. Moaning in pain, Thomas nearly fell off the stool.

            "Let go of me!" Jack protested. "Thomas!" Jack's heart ached when he saw how they treated his lover. "Thomas! I love you, baby!"

            "Shut up, you sodomite!" One of the two men punched Jack's face to stop him from uttering gay-related sentences. "You're so disgusting! Didn't you read your Bible? Homosexuality is an abomination in God's eyes!"

            Jack chose to be quiet because he was secretly saving his strength. Although he knew that it would be futile, he couldn't let himself stand there and do nothing. I've promised Thomas that no one will hurt him, as long as I'm alive. I have to fulfill my promise. Quietly, he flexed his arms, waiting for the right moment to strike.

            Father Hutchins stood next to the stool, holding his Bible. As the executioner positioned the noose around Thomas' neck, the priest started chanting a prayer. With his hand, he made a cross in the air, as if he was blessing Thomas. In his mind, however, he busily prepared some logical explanations against Thomas, just in case the youth suddenly blurted out everything. Staring into Thomas' eyes, Peter silently warned him not to disclose the sexual details of the intimacy they once shared.

            Facing the crowds, the priest gave a short speech. "People of Jamestown, we all gather here, today, to witness the execution of a couple of sodomites: Jack Reynolds and Thomas White. Since the founding of Jamestown, we have witnessed several gay executions. Some men apparently never learn that sodomy is the most grievous crime. The Bible, especially the Leviticus, explicitly teaches us to execute any man who dared have sex with other men."

            "Amen!" the townsmen replied.

            Peter then opened his Bible and read the marked verses. "Leviticus 18:22 tells us: You shall not lie with a male as with a woman. It is an abomination." He then turned the page and resumed reading. "Also, Leviticus 20:13 says: If a man lies with a male as he lies with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination. They shall surely be put to death. Their blood shall be upon them."

            "Praise Jesus!" several people chimed in unison. Others simply yelled, "Hang them! Kill those sodomites!"

            Father Hutchins lifted his hand to calm the crowds. "Hence, we need to execute these abominable couple. We can't let God unleash his wrath upon Jamestown like He did on Sodom and Gomorrah." Afraid that Thomas would expose him, Peter deliberately skipped the part about giving the condemned a chance for last words. The priest stepped away, giving cue to the executioner to prepare the noose around the lad's neck.

            Knowing that his life would end soon, Thomas turned around to get the last glimpse of his lover. Overpowered by grief, the lad couldn�t hold back from weeping. He wanted to call out to Jack, yet he suddenly lost his voice. Tears broke out and drenched his beautiful blue eyes. With both hands cuffed, he couldn't dry his eyes. Thus, he simply squeezed the eyelids to wring out any excessive tears. When the hangman tightened the noose around Thomas' neck, the lad didn't fight. Yet, seconds later, panic filled his veins as he neared his death. Thomas began losing control as he sobbed.

            "Thomas!" Jack cried out, hoping that Thomas would hear his voice. "Thomas!" he called out again.

            Visibly, Thomas' shoulders shook as he cried, "I don't want to die. Please don't kill me. Have mercy! I want to live!"

            Yet, Thomas' cries only enraged the townsmen even more. They angrily protested the hangman for delaying the execution. "Hang that fag! What are you waiting for?! Kill him!" None of them showed the affection and love. All they wanted was to see the dead bodies of sodomites.

            As the crowds began to get unruly, Father Hutchins cued the hangman to execute Thomas as soon as possible. Things got out of hands from that moment on. Seizing the chance, Jack roared as he kicked those men who guarded him. Unfortunately, being a human, he couldn't free himself from the cuffs. His muscles bulging, the angry stud utilized his elbows to defend himself. Yet, when several men jumped at him, he couldn't fight them all. Jack fell down with his face hitting the ground. Easily, the muscled man was subdued as he groaned out his frustration and anguish.

            Upon hearing the commotion, Thomas turned to Jack. Unfortunately, he couldn't see Jack among those angry townsmen. Yet he clearly heard Jack's voice. Thomas' heart immediately ached, knowing that he had to leave Jack. The lad cried out to his lover, "Jack, I love you! I'll never stop loving you! Jack!"

            "Get off me! Don't kill my boyfriend, please!" Jack howled, his muscles contracting. To his disappointment, his physical strength wasn't enough to free himself. "Spare his life please! He's innocent!"

            "Repent, sodomite!" one of the men scolded him. "All sodomites are sinful, said the Bible. How dare you say he's innocent?" The homophobic man then delivered a hard punch to Jack's face.

            "Thomas! No!" Jack cried, after temporarily stunned by the punch. "Don't hang my lover, please! I beg you all! Please have mercy!" All of a sudden, Jack broke down and cried hysterically. His mind was in total chaos, horrified by the impending loss of his boyfriend. "Thomas! Thomas!" Jack struggled again, refusing to surrender. "Why are you people so heartless? Why don't you have any mercy?!" He lashed out his anger and desperation.

            "If you have any objection, you can discuss it with God when He throws you to the fiery hell where you'll stay for the eternity with your sodomite lover," one of the men teased.

            Rudely, Jack was yanked upright by the hair and was to stand. The stud winced, enduring the pain, as he forced his legs to cooperate. Several men held his body securely as they brought him to the hanging framework. In front of Thomas' stool, Jack was pushed down until his face hit the ground. Dirt glued to his teary cheeks. Although pain wracked his entire body, Jack gathered his strength to lift his upper torso so that he could get a glimpse of Thomas' sweet handsome face.

            "Jack! I love you!" Thomas cried as their eyes finally met. His tears rained down onto the ground. "If we can't be lovers in this realm, I hope in the afterlife, I may see you again and be your lover again forever," Thomas sobbed, sniveling.

            Not wanting Thomas to spew out more gay sentences, Father Hutchins cold-heartedly ordered the hangman to immediately execute Thomas. Receiving affirmative nod from the priest, the hangman then cruelly kick the stool away. A loud thud was heard as the wooded object hit the ground. At the same time, Thomas' body fell down and jerked helplessly by the noose. The townsmen cheered, celebrating the impending death of a sodomite. Without any mercy, they excitedly watched Thomas' body twitched and jerked.

            "No!!! Thomas! No!!!" Jack croaked loudly. Suddenly, he no longer felt any pain as he jumped up and stood on his feet. Unfortunately, before he could do something to save Thomas, some men subdued him and forced him down on the ground. Jack frantically looked up but he couldn't get a glimpse of Thomas' face. He reached out a hand forward, groping the air. "Thomas!" he cried, tears still drenching his cheeks.

            Everything happened so fast for Thomas. All of a sudden, he can't breathe anymore. The tension delivered by the noose was slowly killing him as the muscles and nerves around his neck were badly damaged. At the same time, his head ached horribly as if it would explode literally. The combined pain was truly unbearable. Yet, Thomas' struggle only worsened it. As the flow of air was cut off, Thomas' lungs fought to gain fresh air. Yet, no air came to them. In seconds, the lungs were dying. Thomas kicked the air as if by doing it he could somehow save himself. With his hands tied to the back, he couldn't reach for the noose. Thomas knew that he would die soon.

            Before losing consciousness, Thomas tried to call out for Jack. Yet, the only noise he could make was gurgling noise. No words came out. Then everything turned pitch black. He could no longer feel any pain, only coldness around him. Thomas sank into unconsciousness. No longer jerking, his hanged body twitched for a few seconds. Then, it made no more movement. The hangman came forward to check for Thomas' vital signs. When he announced that Thomas was dead, the townsmen immediately celebrated his death. They cheered and clapped their hands as if Thomas' death was the happiest occasion ever.

            "No," Jack cried, hitting the ground with his fist. "No!!!"

*****

            Tears broke out from Jack's eyes as he remembered that sorrowful day. He could still hear Thomas' voice in the distance calling out to him. The heart-wrenching memory refueled Jack's hatred. The last bit of his humanity was gone as he faced Father Hutchins. Seeing the priest cower in fright gave him great satisfaction. There was no stopping as he brought the whip down onto the priest's shirtless body.

            "Die, priest!" Jack yelled, blinded by rage and revenge.

            Shaking from fear, Peter crossed his arms in front of his face, waiting for the inevitable pain. Even from such distance, his body felt how hot the fire was. Before the whip hit him, Peter thought, How ironic. A gay man alone can cause so much destruction. Is this the true power of gay love? Can a gay man like Jack Reynolds change the world? Peter then closed his eyes and prepared himself for death. Strangely, for a split second, he felt quite peaceful although he clearly understood that he'd fall into hell.

            Yet, something unexpected happened. The earth shook again. Ground began to crack. More destruction befell the buildings around them. Knowing that something was wrong, Jack pulled the whip back. Instantly, the demonic whip disappeared into thin air. Jack stepped back, trying to balance hismelf. The fire around his body faded and Jack regained his human form. To his surprise, the quake lasted longer than he expected. And he sensed the presence of another demonic entity.

            Who is this? Devlin? No, it's not him. Yet, this demonic entity is as strong as Devlin. Fuck! Who is he?

            Just as he finished thinking, the ground underneath broke apart and the fire of hell reached out. Luckily, Jack jumped away in time, leaving the horrified priest alone. Eerie green light shone out as a giant puff of smoke rose up. A low rumble accompanied, like thunder, heralding the coming of that demonic entity. The dark smoke rolled up, forming a naked manly figure. The broken ground beneath him closed up as if nothing ever happened. The naked figure then landed on the ground as the smoke cleared up.

            "Who are you? Did Devlin send you?" Jack asked, approaching the entity.

            When the naked male figure lifted his head up, Jack got a glimpse of his handsome visage. "How dare you speak to me, cum collector? Don't you know who I am?" he roared angrily, flexing his muscles. Scary aura shone out from his naked body, which only Jack could see, displaying the awesome power that he possessed. "I'm Belial, one of the four crown princes of Hell. And I'm here to collect my prize."

            "Prize? What prize?" Jack asked, dumbfounded. It was hard to conceal the fact that Belial's presence intimidated him.

            "That priest," Belial pointed at Peter. "He's my prize."

            "No, he's not! He's mine!" Jack protested, clearly annoyed.

            "You don't know who I am, don't you?" Belial asked again, his voice menacingly deep. "I'm a demon of carnal urges. That means, lust is my specialty, especially homosexuality. I'm the Master of Mankind and the Champion of Humanity. My name symbolizes true independence, self-sufficiency, and personal accomplishment."

            "But why do you claim that priest as yours?"

            "As I said, my domain is lust. Hence, that homosexual-in-denial priest falls into my domain. He's mine!" Belial bared his teeth, displaying how fearsome he was.

            "You can't have him! He killed my boyfriend. Devlin promised me that I'd get my revenge!"

            "Look around you. You destroyed this wretched town. And you forced this priest finally faced his true sexuality. What else can you ask?" Belial stared into Jack's eyes.

            "I want that priest dead!" Jack protested. "With my own hand!" This time, he managed to cut back some of his fear.

            "Listen to me!" Belial finally lost his patience. "You're nothing to me. I can kill you and destroy your soul instantly. Don't mess with me! This priest comes with me."

            Roaring aloud, Belial assumed his demonic form. As his body grew bigger, his skin turned as hard as rock. A pair of green dragon wings sprouted out from his back. Belial's handsomeness was replaced by utter ugliness as his face hardened. Without asking for Jack's permission, Belial grabbed the priest like a kid grabbing a doll. Roaring, the demon stomped the ground. It broke up into million pieces. Before Jack could stop Belial, the demon had already disappeared into the ground. All that was left was a puff of green smoke.

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