GOD’S EYE by Fedor K

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Fedor K.

Feature Title: GOD’S EYE

Published: 15.12.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror. Snuff. Young. NC.

Synopsis: There is no God. Here’s the proof.

God’s Eye

Jim Johnson was having a midlife crisis. For years he had been having certain thoughts but never acted on them due to life’s requirements.

He had heard from a co-worker about a family called the Jeffersons. Due to some interpretation of religious text (bullshit, but isn’t it all?), they had moved off the grid to the middle of nowhere in Mexico. Fortunately, they had no contact with their heathen families and friends. Jim had heard countless tales of days gone by from his colleague who missed these dumbasses for some reason.

That was three months ago.

Today Jim was in the middle of nowhere. He looked at the “cozy” little shack before him. His muscular, smooth body glistened in the sun. On top, he wore a white shirt with a cross around his neck. On the bottom, dark blue jeans with a bulge. And then boots. Brown boots. He held a giant toolbox in his hand. It was topped by a good, Christian metal fish.

Knock, knock, knock. Jim rapped on the door.

He could see the face of fifteen-year-old Billy peeking through the window. Billy was a cute kid with a nice, fit body. Not fat like most boys these days. Like any good gay man, Jim loathed fat fucks.

The door opened.

“Hi, sir, I’m sorry, but we don’t allow visitors,” Billy said.

“No worries, son, I’m just here to talk to other good Christians like yourself!” Jim laughed.

The boy tried not to smile at the sight of this cross-laden visitor.

“Well, okay then, come on in for a bit!”

Jim walked into the shack. Ugh. It was tacky. Dollar store decor adorned the place from one end to the other. As he started to enter the main room, he was greeted by an ugly creature — a pregnant woman near the end of time in which a bitch can get knocked up.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t allow visit—“ her voice trailed off as she saw the cross and fish, “Well, I guess it’s okay. I’m Sue and this is Billy. And I’ll get the rest of the family out here to meet you.”

Jim tried to hide his disgust at her hideous display of naivety.

“Ricky, can you guys come here for a minute?”

Out came a stunningly handsome Latino man. Surprisingly fit for a Christian. Jim thought. And better than the pictures he had seen during his research. Next to him was a little white boy of around five. Brown hair, hazel eyes, perfect skin, and a gorgeous smile. It was a shame about the ugly, conservative clothes. Jim wasn’t sure he had seen shorts that high on the waist ever. But the adopted boy seemed happy.

Jim looked over to a table and chairs in the corner.

“If you folks will just have a seat, I want to share something with you.”

The family all sat down in their seats. Jim could tell they all had assigned seats by the swiftness with which their asses picked a spot. This was a strict family.

Jim set the toolbox on the table. Slowly opening it, he began.

“My brothers and sister in Christ, I am here today to give you a message. That message is … You are a dumb bunch of motherfuckers.”

Before the family could react, Jim pulled out a gun from the toolbox.

“Don’t fucking move,” he barked.

Everyone screamed and the little boy started to cry.

“Shut up,” he said.

He took his strong hand and smacked the boy hard across the cheek. Ricky stood up quickly, but Jim just pointed the gun at him and he sat back down. Jim decided to move quickly to the next stage.

“Time to strip. All of you … except her. No one wants to see that cunt naked.”

The family protested as expected, but the waving of the gun kept them from moving around much. Billy took off his clothes first.

“Billy …” Sue said tearfully, “It’s okay, mom. If we don’t do this, he’ll kill us.”

Jim looked with awe as the fifteen-year-old’s naked body quickly revealed itself. Billy wasted no time complying. Surprisingly, he was not wearing underwear. He had nice teenage abdominals, and little arm muscles with those luscious veins. His ass was nice and perky. Decent cock. About six inches. Not as big as Jim’s eight-and-a-half, but then few were. He’d be a real lady killer for sure one day very soon.

The five-year-old followed his older brother. Tears flowed from Sue’s eyes as she watched her baby boy undress and commit such a sin. He was slower than his brother, which Jim didn’t mind. It was like a strip tease. First, the shirt, revealing the little boy’s chest and nips. Then those horrific shorts. Tighty whities. Of course. The boy stumbled a bit as he took them off which was adorable. The boy’s tiny little dick was so cute.

Such innocence.

Then it was time for Daddy. It amused Jim greatly how Ricky fumbled with his clothing. This beautiful, sexy man. Ruined by prudishness. He unbuttoned his shirt revealing a nice set of pecs and a six-pack. They had a home gym.

“Hurry it up,” Jim prompted.

Ricky sped up the pace, undid his belt, unzipped the zipper, and dropped his pants to the floor. More tighty whities. He pulled them down.

“Nice dick,” Jim said with a laugh.

Ricky tried to cover himself with his hands, but Jim stopped him.

“None of that. We’re all going to see that nice piece of meat.”

Every male member of the family was now showing his member. Jim took a second to enjoy the rare sight. Then proceeded with his plan.

“There will be no bullshit here,” Jim said confidently.

He took out some cut bits of rope from the large toolbox.

“You,” he barked at Billy, “Tie them up.”

Billy looked at his family, took the rope, and proceeded to tie them up one by one.

“Nice job, kid. I didn’t even need to tell you to tie them tighter or to the chair. You must be a scout or something.”

Billy shook his head halfheartedly. Jim then made sure Billy was secure. Jim looked at the fear and shame in the eyes of those before him. His cock grew harder — It was time for the real fun.

“Kid, go over to daddy. Get that mouth ready,” Jim said to the most innocent of them all.

The five-year-old slowly walked up to Ricky.

“Please … don’t do this,” the Latino begged.

Jim just chuckled.

“Now we are going to show him what to do.”

Truth was, Sue didn’t give Ricky blowjobs, but Ricky knew about them from his high school days. Tears in his eyes, his little boy’s head was guided toward his dick.

“Now, kid, you’re going to lick it,” Jim explained.

The boy slowly put his mouth on his Daddy’s cock.

“Oh, no …” Ricky uttered.

His cock was growing.

“See,” said JIm, ”That’s just biology. Now suck it, boy. Don’t just lick like a lollipop.”

The kid seemed confused.

“Open your mouth as wide as you can. Then put it around his weewee. Daddy’s long, but thin, This shouldn’t be a problem to get started.”

The boy finally understood and started to suck the tip of his dad’s dick.

SLAP.

Jim hit the boy hard in the ribs.

“No, suck it like a man.”

The boy cried, which just made Jim hit him again. The boy tried to stop crying as best he could and resumed his duty. He took a little more. Jim grabbed his head and forced him as much down on the cock as he could.

“No!” Sue cried.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Jim snapped.

The boy wasn’t doing a great job, but it didn’t matter because the slobbering was enough to get underserved Ricky fully erect. The all-over-the-place blowjob continued for a few minutes until…

“Oh, no, no, shit …”

The profanity from Ricky’s mouth stunned the rest of the family. His body tensed, his ass clenched, and his abs and cum-gutters glistened with sweat and pulsed. Then it happened. Ricky shot a load right into his five-year-old little boy’s mouth. The kid was shocked. Jim held him down.

“Don’t you dare fucking move!”

The boy received most of the load with the rest going down his face. Jim jerked the boy’s head back.

“Look at that. What a glorious sight.”

He leaned down and kissed the boy. Licking the cum off his lips. He swallowed.

“You monster!” Sue screamed.

Then cried yet again.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Jim said impatiently, “Billy, do you want to take it from here?”

No one except Jim had noticed that fifteen-year-old Billy’s cock was now fully firm. Billy took off the loosely tied rope and stood up.

“What, what …” Ricky shouted.

“It turns out little Billy here is what you trash call a homosexual. But more than that, he’s fucked up in the head. Part due to your teaching, part due to mine. Isn’t that right, Billy?”

Billy nodded. He walked over to Jim and took the gun from him. He aimed it at his mother’s head.

“Billy, no,” his mom pleaded, “Jesus loves y…”

BLAM!

His mom’s head partially flew off. Jaw dangling. Brains spattering. A beautiful sight if it wasn’t a bitch. Jim thought.

“Where’s your God now?” Jim said with a laugh.

The screams of Ricky and the little boy were largely background noise at this point. Jim headed over to the toolbox.

“Okay, I’m not a doctor, but I think we have to do this quickly.”

Jim pulled a long, large blade from the box. He ordered Billy to undress his disfigured mother sufficiently.

“Billy, no, please …” Ricky pleaded.

Billy exposed the dead bitch’s boring underwear, but more importantly her pregnant belly. Without hesitation, Jim sliced into the abdomen with the knife. He had read up on this as best he could. The little thing wouldn’t have to last long anyway. He managed to pull the writhing, glob of matter from its dead mother. It was alive.

Billy took the baby from Jim and lowered it to his crotch. The newborn covered in blood and other stuff seemed to take a lick on the underside of his cock. Billy moaned. Pre-cum flowed into the baby’s mouth.

“Yep, this one’s a sicko,” Jim laughed.

Billy stopped, smiled, and walked over to his dad. Jim was perplexed at the apparent change of plans, but he trusted the young fuck.

“Here, Dad, have a look at your new son,” Ricky sobbed.

“Oh, that’s right, you don’t like abortion, do you,” Billy said.

Then he took the baby and swung it into his Dad’s chest.

THWAMP. THWAMP.

Blood and goo dripped down Ricky’s juicy, lightly brown pecs.

“Billy, stop,” he pleaded.

THWAMP. THWAMP.

Billy slammed the baby into Ricky’s abs. Over and over again he hit his Dad with the newborn blob of flesh. Legs, thighs, face. Everything got a beating. Ricky moaned in pain, but more so at the evilness displayed by his offspring. His muscular body was now red — with blood, and from the beating — Billy walked closer to his father.

“I think it’s time for a kiss.”

Ricky shook his head. Jim walked behind him and forced his mouth open. Ricky struggled, biting down as much as he could. Little did he know how dumb this was. Billy took the baby parted its legs and thrust its crotch (if it can be said to have a crotch) into his Dad’s mouth.

“Mmmmfff,” Ricky muffled, as he bit down on his son.

Realizing what was going on, he released his bite.

“There you go, you dumb fuck,” Jim chortled.

Ricky spit out the nastiness. Billy was pleased with what he saw. His dad was bare ass naked dripping in blood and baby.

“Hey, Dad, watch this!”

He dropped the brat and kicked it hard against the wall. It made a loud THWACK and fell to the ground. It would inevitably die soon.

Ricky cried. Billy and Jim laughed.

Those soccer lessons in the days before the Mexican desert had paid off. Jim was throbbing. He walked over to Billy and kissed him. Moaning, Billy undid Jim’s zipper and pulled out his cock and stroked it. Ricky watched, horrified at the display of sodomy before him.

“Oh, Jesus, please,” Ricky mumbled.

That gave Billy an idea. He grabbed his younger brother and pushed him into Jim.

“Fuck him,” he said with a forceful, sexy voice.

Jim smiled. He grabbed and lifted the five-year-old beauty.

“No! Please,” Ricky screamed.

“Say there is no God, Dad. Say it, and Jim won’t rape that sweet, little hole.”

Ricky refused. Jim tried to spread the little one’s legs, but it was resisting, so he bit him on the nose.

“Stop moving, you piece of shit, or I’ll tear it off!” Jim barked.

The boy gave in. Jim positioned the boy’s little butt right on top of his enormous erection.

“Okay, okay …” Ricky said, short of breath from the stress, “There … is … no … God …”

Billy walked over to the table and picked up the blade.

“What was that, Dad? Say it again …”

“There is no God …” Ricky moaned.

Billy laughed and went behind his Dad’s chair.

“There is no Go … Gurkkkkk …*

Ricky spurted as the blade sliced open his throat. Blood gushed from the wound, covering his buff body and much around it with blood. As his dad gurgled and died, Billy laughed. On the off chance there is something to this Christ bullshit, he thought, he’s going to hell now. But there’s not, so he just gave up everything he believed in.

Jim almost couldn’t believe the mental fuckery and cruelty he had just witnessed. It was magnificent. He had to stroke his cock some more.

“Fuck yeah, you beautiful bastard.”

It was time now to dishonor the promise made to dear old dead daddy.

Jim grabbed the five-year-old boy and thrust him up against the table.

“Okay, you bitch, now it’s your turn.”

He positioned the boy doggy style. His cock at its extremely little hole. He picked up the sandpaper with his hands and placed it against the boy’s innocent face. He started to push his cock in. It was way too tight, but he didn’t care. As he thrust his cock inside, the sandpaper scraped against the boy’s angelic flesh.

Jim held on to that face with both hands as he used the table to push up against the kid. The more the boy struggled the more the sandpaper dug into his face. Scraping it, blooding it. Tearing flesh. Jim finally broke some into the boy. The boy let out a horrific scream.

Jim shouted, “Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!”

Billy stroked furiously as he watched the scene unfold. Jim’s powerful muscles and grip were doing a number on the boy’s face while his cock was destroying the boy’s insides.

“Take it, take it …” Jim grunted.

He pulled out and flipped the boy over. The boy was kicking and punching but he was no match for Jim’s strength. Jim looked on with pride at the boy’s ruined, fleshy face.

He hocked a loogie and spat it on the boy’s chest. Rubbing it around with his massive hands. Billy walked over and licked some of the mess off his brother’s chest. He leaned over to Jim and gave him another kiss. Deep with lots of tongue. And phlegm. Jim swallowed and looked down at the struggling, crying boy in front of him.

Then he entered him again.

“Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!” the boy cried.

Jim pounded ferociously, showing no mercy. He formed his hands into fists and punched the boy’s stomach.

WOMP.

The boy screamed louder.

WOMP.

Jim looked at the boy’s eyes. So sweet, so precious. Too precious. He grabbed the blade and removed one of the boy’s eyeballs. The other he left dangling from its socket. Finally, Jim shot into the boy’s bloody, ruined insides.

“Yesssss. yesssss, yessss!”

Sweaty, Jim stood up and took a breath. His muscular body glistened with sweat and some blood.

“Billy, kill your brother.”

Billy picked up the gun and aimed it at the five-year-old head.

“Billy, please, no …” the boy pleaded.

BLAM.

The boy’s head exploded. The speed and callousness with which he did this impressed Jim.

Jim reached down and grabbed some brain matter. Billy knew what was Jim about to do and he grabbed some too. At the same time, they started to stroke their cocks with the boy’s former memories.

“Oh, God, yes …Fuck …” Jim leaned into Billy and kissed him.

They took turn’s stroking each other’s dicks.

“Guess this gives new meaning to fucking someone’s brains out,” Jim joked.

Billy laughed. The fifteen-year-old was in heaven. Real heaven.

They continued to stroke. Billy started to cum first as expected.

“That was fast,” Jim laughed.

Billy was a little embarrassed, but he couldn’t worry about it too much. Jim leaned down and sucked the teen’s cock as the rest of the load spurted out. Cum and brains enter his mouth. Jim stood up and smiled, the ooze dripping down his chin. It took him a while to build up the next load, but eventually, he shot another one as Billy returned the favor with a bloody blowjob.

At this point, Jim felt like he was pushing his luck. Sure, it was the middle of nowhere, but even the middle of nowhere gets visitors, as these sad fucks just discovered today. A bit exhausted from the day, he would take a quick nap, then leave as soon as he could.

Jim invited Billy to the bedroom with a smile. Although he had just had some great orgasms, Billy had never had actual sex before and was excited at the thought of being fucked by this murderous daddy. They walked together, got into bed, and fell asleep…

It took Billy a few moments to understand what had happened. Opening his eyes, he realized he did not have full motion of his arms. He was handcuffed to the bed. He saw Jim in the corner smiling.

“Sorry, kid. I can’t take any chances …”

Billy shouted, “Fuck you!”

“My, my such words for a Christian-raised boy,” Jim laughed, “Now, boy, I debated whether to simply shoot you or to torture you and rape you for hours mercilessly. I decided on something sort of in between. I will give you one last chance of a quick death, but you have to do something for me. Please note: living is not an option.”

Billy didn’t want to agree, but he had no choice.

“Yes, anything.”

“Say that Jesus is Lord …” Billy was confused, “But I don’t under …”

“Say it … and I’ll make this quick,” Jim pointed the gun at Billy’s head.

Tears flowed down his cheek.

“Jesus … is … Lord …”

Jim looked at him in disgust.

“People will say anything if it benefits them. You’re pathetic. By the way, I lied.”

He walked away and started to exit the room. He turned around.

“By the way, you may have smelled something. That was a bit of gasoline down the hall. Don’t worry, it will be a little bit before the fire gets to you. Goodbye, kid. No one is going to save you. You were right earlier.”

The sound of Billy’s screams and swears as Jim exited the room, walked down the hall, took out the single pair of clothes from the toolbox, started the fire, and went out the door made his cock grow once again. He got dressed but made sure to keep his cock out. He walked a bit away from the shitty shack and started to stroke.

As the flames grew closer to the master bedroom, he could hear Billy’s cries for help. The real screaming started soon after. Jim shot one more load as the teen died a horrific death. He felt no remorse and great pride in his accomplishment. The kid was going to die anyway, so why not enjoy it?

His pleasure was all that mattered. And boy, did he have pleasure. And a grumbling tummy … He opened the toolbox and pulled out the five-year-old’s eyeball. Sweet Jesus, what a treat!

THE END