KIDS IN SATAN’S SERVICE 1

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Feature Title: KIDS IN SATAN’S SERVICE 1

Published: 09.11.2020 / kids-in-satans-service/

Story Codes: Blasphemy, Sodomy, Pedo, Devil Worship

Kid’s in Satan’s Service 1

Clay Hester was trying to act mean and sullen and, for a twelve year old boy who was hard scrabble, he was good at it, even though he was covering up the fact that he was scared. This time, he was in trouble. Real trouble. He was waiting to go into Kavanaugh’s office, his feet only just recently reaching the floor from the chair, looking around. He was in a growth spurt and sometimes just felt all awkward and self-conscious and other times like he could conquer the world. Everybody was making a big deal about it and it was just them having fun. Malik was younger, that’s true, not even 10 yet but Clay hadn’t forced him to do anything. It was fun for him too. But when they got caught it was a big deal. He had been in trouble so much, so often that he thought he might not skate this time. Kavanaugh’s wife, a dumpy sort of woman, told Clay he should go into the office. He opened the door and stepped in slowly, as if trying to keep it from happening. Since he was a kid, he didn’t notice that the office was threadbare, making a pretense at power and wealth but failing with second and third hand furnishings. There was a man sitting in the other wing chair. Kavanaugh nodded and Clay sank into the remaining chair.

“This is Mr Marbas” Kavanaugh said.

“Hello, Clay.”

Clay stared at him for a second. He wasn’t old old but just old, like thirties. “Hullo”

“Let’s be blunt, Mr Marbas, he’s been a discipline problem since day one. Day one. And it’s only getting worse. Now it’s this molestation business with a younger boy.”

Clay sank down. Kavanaugh didn’t have any right to be telling this guy all that.

“We specialize in discipline problems, Pastor” Marbas said. “You have a hundred or more other young souls to tend to and having Clay out of the mix is best for them and, ultimately, for Clay too. It’s best for everybody.”

“Right. There’s no problem with custody. The mother is in prison and he’s a ward. It’s just a matter of paperwork.”

Marbas smiled blandly. “Good. Clay, I’m afraid you’re coming with me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Staying here isn’t an option.”

Marbas went with him back to his room to get his things. He shared it with three others and they said goodbye in the emotionally choked off way boys late in childhood or early in adolescence have, just on the verge of breaking down but trying to stoically hold it together. Marbas just stood there, quietly, as they mourned their lost friend and Clay packed his meager possessions.

“You want me to take my Bible?” Clay asked.

“Sure” Marbas answered, indifferently. “Why not?”

Clay looked at him with disbelief. There was no way Kavanaugh would give him up to anybody but another God type and this guy didn’t seem to care. He put the Bible in his stuff and declared himself ready. Marbas put it in the back of Silverado crew cab truck and they headed out. Marbas told him he could listen to whatever he wanted on the satellite radio. Clay found a rap station. Marbas didn’t make him change it. Clay asked him where they were going. Marbas was vague but explained that it was a residential school, mostly for kids with discipline problems like him and was on the Gulf coast, on a barrier island with a beach. Marbas assured him he would like it. After a while, Marbas declared that they wouldn’t make it tonight and would stop and get a room. It was just an ordinary room in an ordinary hotel on the highway in a nothing town. They got a single room with two double beds. After they dumped their stuff, Marbas let Clay pick where they were going to eat and Clay picked Mexican. Sitting in the restaurant, Marbas ordered a margarita. Clay was surprised by that. Drinking was the original sin for Kavanaugh.

“So, what kind of school is it?” Clay asked.

Marbas smiled. “You’ll be happy there.”

“Is it like New Horizon?”

“No” Marbas said with a laugh, “Kavanaugh thinks that we are a Christian organization that helps church related Children’s Homes with their most difficult cases, like you. That’s true but we aren’t playing for the same team as he is.”

“What team?”

“Kavanaugh is the God team, Yahweh. We are the other team.”

Clay looked at him quizzically. “I don’t get it.”

“Satan.”

“Satan?” Clay asked.

‘Sure.”

“Wow,” Clay said, unsure of how he felt about that.

His mother was in jail, stealing for drugs and he hadn’t gone to church until he went to New Horizon but then he had and he accepted what they said, more or less. But he wasn’t good at doing things the way they liked either. He got in trouble. Every night, and sometimes during the day he would have have sneak off too, he had to pull on his thing for some relief. He thought about sex all the time now. Sex and having fun and getting into trouble. But not Devil worship. In a way, he was scared. He didn’t want to be a child sacrifice. Clay couldn’t hide being scared that he was being fattened up by a devil worshiper. Mr Marbas smiled, a bit ruefully.

“You are going to be very happy there, Clay. You are exactly the sort of boy we want at the school. The kind that sees through Kavanaugh’s bullshit and goes for what you want. You’ll be good for the school and the school will be good for you.”

After dinner, Marbas pulled into a convenience store and made Clay wait. He came back out with a big bag.

“Beer for me and I have found that kids like sweet stuff, so Mike’s Hard Lemonade for you”

“I’m not a little kid” Clay said, a bit of a pout.

“If you are too grown up to have alcohol, that’s your choice.”

“No,” Clay protested, “I’m just saying.”

‘Yeah.”

It tasted good and he liked the heady feeling after just the first one and even more after the second but he didn’t completely trust Mr Marbas, especially after the Satan thing. He was scared he was going to be used for a human sacrifice or something, or molested, and Marbas was just getting him drunk to set him up for it. So, Clay resolved to not drink anymore of the lemonade even though self restraint and discipline did not come easily to him. Then he had to pee. Whether it was the alcohol or not, when he jumped up to go, he turned back to look at Marbas who was stretched out on the bed watching the R-rated movie Clay had picked out, drinking a beer.

Clay grabbed his butt and shook it. “I bet you want this too.”

Marbas laughed. “You have a nice ass, kid.”

“You a pedo?”

“No” Marbas said. “Not for boys anyway. I’m more into big titted girls, three or four at a time, personally. In my world, in our world, Clay, if you’re into boys or into girls or into both doesn’t matter. There’s going to be plenty of people drooling over you, kid. You’re a hot little number. You won’t be a virgin long but it won’t be tonight.”

“Who says I’m a virgin?”

Marbas shrugged. “You are. You blew a ten year old. It really doesn’t matter. Those stupid ass motherfuckers are the ones who try to make you think that sin is bad. Sin is fun, kid. Fun as shit. The more sin the better. And let’s face it, you are made to fuck. So, fuck.”

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“No, of course not. I’m setting you free. We are setting you free. You’ll be one of us. The kind that do what we want and take what we want.”

They had to travel on a narrow causeway onto the island, over a broad patch of inter-coastal waterway and then the tidal wash. There were some big houses in a group around a large Victorian looking hotel, all perfectly manicured, and then a village and beyond that a red brick school with some cottages around. Clay saw that there was a pool and a basketball court and field for soccer and football and it all looked nice. Marbas pulled up to one of the cottages and Clay got out. Inside there was a front living room area on either side of the hall, the one on the right looked lived in and the one on the left didn’t. Beyond that there was a cross hall with a large bathroom and communal shower between two large open rooms on either end of the hall. Marbas led Clay to the one on the left and there were seven beds. Clay dumped his bag on the nearest one. A boy came out from an adjoining room.

“Ah, good. Clay, this Sandor, your counselor. I have to find some compatriots for you, so I leave you in Sandor’s capable hands”

“Hello, Clay” Sandor said. Clay studied him. He was older, a real teenager, like a high schooler, dark haired, green eyed, broad shouldered, with a tuft of hair on his chin. “Right now, you’re the only member for Team Ba’al but Mr Marbas has some others to get for us and there’ll be a couple of kids that are born into it, like me. I think you’ll be happier there than with those Yahweh shits.”

“This is the bedroom, for all of us.”

“Yeah.”

Clay thought about it. “Can I sleep in my underwear?”

Sandor smiled, “Or naked. We don’t have a lot of rules. Most important rule is do what I tell you to do. You’ll get the hang of it.”

Sandor took him to lunch and Clay could see that there were lots of kids, middle school like him and high school, a hundred or more. Sandor seemed popular enough and introduced Clay around but he got lost in a sea of names and couldn’t remember them. Then he had to go talk to a teacher and get signed up for classes. There were the usual subjects – English, science, math, social studies – and PE and something called catechism. He liked school surprisingly even if they thought he asked too many questions and didn’t just do what they wanted. But he also like being active and doing sports. After dinner, he was alone in the big room with nothing to do. He went over to Sandor’s door, which was open a little.

“Sandor?”

Sandor looked up from his book. “Come in, buddy. Bored?”

“Yeah,” Clay said, sitting on Sandor’s bed.

“I was just studying. We can talk if you want.”

Clay nodded. He had questions but didn’t know how to ask them. Sandor smiled and rubbed his hair.

“You’re cute. I like that crew cut blond hair. And you got pretty blue eyes.” Sandor said as Clay blushed. “I know about why you got in trouble. Did you ever do it with one of the older boys or just the younger ones?”

Clay was embarrassed. He didn’t want everyone to know, especially not Sandor who was so beautiful and cool that he seemed like a god to Clay. Looking down at the floor, he nodded. “Yeah, sometimes.”

Sandor reached over and pushed his head up. Sandor pulled off his shirt, exposing his flawless muscles and his hairy pits. “Why don’t we have some fun then?”

Lust. That’s what Clay felt. It felt like every thing was more vivid, more real. He was hyper-focused on Sandor’s body, at his muscles. He was breathing heavily. He was sweating, nervous. Sandor laid back on his bed and patted the bed beside him, for Clay to lay there. The boy took in a big lungful of air and hesitantly moved to lay down beside the older teen. Sandor looked at him quizzically and Clay understood. He took off his shirt. He didn’t have muscles. No lines or bumps or grooves. His arms were thin. His chest flat. He had a bit of baby fat, a tummy that poked out but he hasn’t chubby. He was lean and athletic. Just young. Sandor towered over him, eight or nine inches taller but shirtless, Clay scooted up to the top of the bed. Laying next to him, Sandor reached over and put his hand on Clay’s thigh. The kid shuttered a little but he really wanted Sandor to touch and he made no move to stop him but he was also so scared and anxious that he made no move either. Sandor, though, knew. He moved his hand over to Clay’s crotch and felt the hardness down there. Clay looked at him, eye to eye, his face reading fear and desire equally. Sandor took Clay’s hand and put it on the older boy’s crotch.

“You’re hard,” Clay said.

“Yeah,” Sandor said. “I’m horny. Like you.”

“Is it cool?”

Sandor smiled. “I honor my master every time I have sex. He forbids nothing.”

Sandor pulled off his pants, boxer briefs underneath and he pulled those off. His black pubes were carefully trimmed, his balls shaved and his uncut cock was hard. He told Clay to grab it and the boy did, stroking it up and down, letting the foreskin pull up and over the cherry red head. Sandor fumbled with the fly of Clay’s pants briefly before the younger boy, pulled those off, white briefs underneath. He yanked those off enthusiastically with a burning lust underneath. His dick, cut, hard and stiff and sticking straight out, was nearly as long and thick as Sandor’s but with only two sprigs of blond hair on either side of the base of the penis. On his small frame, just over five feet, the dick was enormous.

“Wow,” Sandor said, “You’re rocking.”

Clay was embarrassed and then realized that Sandor was admiring it. He felt proud of that. Sandor leaned over and took the shaft of it in his hand and put it in his mouth. Clay thought he was going to jump out of his skin. The excitement of it was almost too much. He was breathing hard.

“It’s weird, a circumcised dick,” Sandor said, “Boys that are bred are uncircumcised. Satan doesn’t need a covenant like Yahweh does. Don’t let anybody give you shit about being an outsider, though. More outsiders make it into the Order of the Black Dragon than the Breds do. Besides, you got a great dick.”

“Thanks,” Clay said.

Sandor made him sit on straddling on the older boy’s chest so that he could get at Clay’s dick with his mouth. He got the tip of it in with his lips and sucked on it, flicking it with his tongue. Then he reached behind the boy and shoved him forward so that the dick went into his mouth further, deeper down the throat. Clay rested on his knees and got up over Sandor’s face so that he could push his dick into the throat. Sandor took it. No gagging. All the way down and then pushed back. He came off the dick.

“Face fuck me,” Sandor told him.

With his dick back in and Sandor with a hand at the root of the shaft to stroke it as he took it down his throat, Clay was over him and let his hips do the work, pushing the cock in and then out and in, down the throat and back up, as Sandor’s tongue flitted and circled. It felt amazing. Clay wanted to drive himself deep into, forcefully, fuck him hard. The masculine part of his brain took over, making him want to dominate the older boy and force him to take it. He was having trouble breathing as the pleasure of it all flooded his mind.

“You old enough to cum?” Sandor asked, pushing him back and making him pause.

Clay, panting and confused, hesitated. “Yeah.”

“Suck me.”

It was big. He was a real teenager. It was hard. The tip of it, a light red or deep pink, poked out from the foreskin. Clay thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He scooted down and got between Sandor’s legs. He could smell the musk, that sweaty male odor and it was a turn on. The big, plump, full balls were in his face and Clay’s own hard on was twitching as he was excited. He grabbed Sandor’s hard shaft, opened up his mouth and tried to get it in. He gagged, though, with about half in. But he clomped his lips around it and pulled off. Then he sucked it, bobbing up and down, stroking it too.

“You like that, huh?” Sandor said. Clay nodded but didn’t stop. “You are really going to like it here.”

Clay was sure. The door was open. They weren’t hiding. He felt at home. And he wanted to do this, sex stuff, as much as he possibly could. All the time.

“All right” Sandor said. “I’m going to suck you. Cream in my mouth.”

They traded places. Sandor got between his legs and took the tool into his mouth. Clay sighed. It felt so good. He couldn’t help it. And Sandor knew how to make it feel better with his tongue and mouth and hand. Clay was breathing heavy, lost in the lust of it. Sandor went down on him, tugging at his balls and massaging that place between the balls and the asshole, and that felt amazing like nothing ever before. But then he stopped. Sandor leaned over and fumbled at the night stand, getting something from a drawer. It was a bottle and he squirted some of the liquid on his hand. Then cold and slimy, he rubbed it on Clay’s dick and some in his own ass. He climbed up, his hand on Clay’s dick the whole time and got over him. He guided Clay’s dick to the right spot and eased himself down on it. It pushed through the sphincter and on it as Sandor’s weight rested on Clay’s lap.

“Goddamn,” Clay whispered.

Sandor leaned forward and kissed, open mouthed with tongues. “I wanted your virginity.”

Clay couldn’t stand it. Any movement was sending paroxysms of pleasure to his brain. Sandor moved up and down on Clay’s pole, riding it, stroking himself as he did it. He stroked it hard and Clay was lost in the madness of lust. He was having trouble thinking, doing anything other than feeling. And the feeling was overwhelming.

“Oh God,” Clay called out.

“Fuck God. Hail Satan,” Sandor said.

“Oh no,” it was a pant, an exclamation.

“Cum in my ass,” Sandor said.

He almost blacked out. He almost died from the pleasure of it but he filled Sandor’s ass with his young sticky cream.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE