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Feature Writer: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Feature Title: KIDS IN SATAN’S SERVICE 6
Published: 09.11.2020 / Nifty / kids-in-satans-service
Story Codes: Blasphemy, Sodomy, Young, Devil Worship
Kid’s in Satan’s Service 6
“I’m not a tomboy,” Justice said loudly as she got into the SUV, whether to Mr Marbas, who was taking her away or to the girls standing there gaping as she left.
Some of them were cute but Justice wouldn’t miss them at all.
“I’m not a tomboy”
“No,” Mr. Maebas said, “You are transgendered. Will you object if I take you somewhere that you will be totally accepted?”
“Where?”
Mr. Marbas had backed away and was pulling onto the main road.
“A school. On the coast. It’s in a community, a faith community.”
Justice sighed.
“They don’t understand. I don’t want to hear about God and Jesus.”
“Well, I’m afraid you will but not in the context you are expecting”
“Fuck Jesus,” Justice said, looking over at him to read his reaction.
There was a surprise when Mr. Marbas had none except a brief smile.
“Absolutely, fuck Jesus,” Mr. Marbas said, “I guess I would explain that it is a Satanist community. We live by different rules.”
“Like the Devil,” Justice asked. “Count me in.”
Team Ba’al. Sandor, a fifteen-year-old and nearly sixteen, was the counselor. Clay, Samuel, Colin, Brianna, and Amalia were the kids. Justice looked the situation over and saw seven beds and six of them. Justice noted it meant one more was coming.
“Yeah, I was hoping for a hot guy,” Colin said, “Not another chick.”
“I’m not a chick, asshole.”
“Whatever,” Colin said.
“Justice is transgender, a transman,” Sandor says “I’m supposed to take you to the infirmary. You’re getting started on testosterone right away.”
“Cool,” Justice said and sounded truly excited.
“She’s got tits but she’s a boy?” Colin said.
Clay told him to shut up.
“I’m just asking”
“They. You can call me ‘they;” Justice said, “And yeah, I got tits. Until they cut them off. And a pussy. I’m a boy with a pussy.”
“Okay,” Colin said.
Sandor took Justice over and they got their first shot of T in the ass. It didn’t hurt much but it was a big needle and it was sore. One shot every two weeks. Whether it was real or not, they felt stronger and more powerful as they walked back to the cottage. When they got back, the other kids were mostly doing school work, except for Colin was watching an I pad and slowly rubbing his semi-hard dick.
Justice sat on a bed and asked what it was like at a Satanic school. Clay answered first, saying that it was great and gave them the lay of the land. Sandor came in with a couple of bottles of wine for them to drink, greeting a new member of Team Ba’al. As they drank, Sandor said that his goal for Team Ba’al was that everybody be pansexual. Justice shrugged and went over to stroke Colin’s dick since he was all ready completely naked. All the other kids were in their underwear or in a teddy.
“So, you’re a gay boy with a pussy?” Colin said.
“No, I prefer girls,” Justice said.
“Amalia is a lesbo. But I guess you’re not a lesbo. You’re a straight boy with a pussy. And I am a fag. Clay is bi. Samuel is, mostly just having fun and Brianna is a slut.”
“Then we are all fucked up, huh?” Justice said.
It was Clay’s turn to present in Catechism class and he decided to talk about the Catholic Church and opposing birth control. He thought it was stupid and just caused there to be a lot of poor Catholic children who didn’t get enough. But his real problem was that the Church thought that if someone had sex for any other reason except to make babies then they were being like animals.
But the opposite is true.
Animals only have sex for procreation (or in response to need because of the cycle of being in “heat”). Sex for intimacy and sex for recreation were uniquely human. It was the Church that reduced people to animals. The Lord Satan lifted us up to be people. Justice complimented him on the way back to the cottage.
When they got back to the cottage, Mr. Marbas was sitting in their common room with a tall skinny black guy. His hair was cut very short and he was the color of Indian ink, dressed in second-hand jeans and a ratty T.
“Hey, Mr. Marbas!” Clay said.
He looked at the boy.
“Hey, I’m Clay”
“D’Andre,” the kid said with a mixture of suspicion and false bravado.
Clay introduced everybody around and Mr. Marbas asked where Sandor was. They shrugged. Class, fucking around, who knew. Marbas, too, shrugged. He had delivered his goods, the last of Team Ba’al. They took D’Andre into the bedroom and showed him his locker. Clay told him that he could take any bed since they moved around a lot.
“Boys and girls sleep in here together?” D’Andre asked, disbelieving.
“Yeah,” Clay answered, “And we shower with the eighth graders. It’s communal. Privacy and modesty are … well, that’s the way it is.”
“Well, bitches are okay but I don’t want nothing in my ass,” D’Andre said.
“You might like it,” Colin said.
D’Andre looked at him and asked if he was a fag.
“I’m gay”
“I got what you want right here, queer boy,” D’Andre said, grabbing his crotch.
“Well, let’s see.”
D’Andre ignored him.
“And I can smoke a blunt?”
“If you got one,” Samuel said.
D’Andree shrugged. He didn’t. And he didn’t seem happy to be there. In fact, everybody was on edge a little. Clay suggested that they go to the dining hall and get some food and D’Andre followed in with them. When they got dinner, D’Andre noted that there weren’t a lot of black kids and Clay admitted that was true. He suggested that D’Andre might be there primarily to help take the cause of the Lord Satan into the black community.
D’Andre countered he didn’t know about all that Devil shit. Back at the cottage, Sandor was back and he did the little bit of paperwork and got D’Andre officially into Team Ba’al. He broke out a bottle of bourbon for them. D’Andre made an extravagant show of taking a big gulp but then seemed surprised when it burned. The rest laughed at him involuntarily. It pissed him off and he went after Colin.
“What you laughing at, fag boy? You keep looking at my tool.”
Colin wasn’t taking it.
“You keep talking about it but I haven’t seen anything yet, micro-dick.”
“Fuck you, I got a big black cock,” D’Andre said, jumping up and undoing his jeans and yanking them down, pulling down his shorts and pulling out a fat long piece of meat.
“No shit. That’s a dick,” Colin said.
D’Andre grabbed himself by the base and wiggled it.
“Well, suck it bitch. That’s what you want to do.”
“Fuck you,” Colin said.
But he did. He took his big black cock down, all the way.
D’Andre pulled off his shirt and put his hands behind his head, showing off his few pit hairs. He had a satisfied look on his face like he had won something. Clay, though, was turned on. He was tugging at his crotch. Seeing Colin take that monster down, or at least try to because he could get about halfway without choking, was a turn Clay thought D’Andre was sex on wheels. Super macho and bot. D’Andre was looking over at the girls.
“You bitches want some of this?” he snarled.
Amalia was pissed.
“You’re not getting any of this,” she said, grabbing her crotch.
Justice said nothing.
Brianna took it up. She pulled up her shirt and yanked down her bra.
“You want some of this?’
“Fuck yeah!”
She went over and pulled off her shirt and bra, going topless so D’Andre could play with her fine young tits. He seemed fascinated by them and it occurred to Clay that he might not have a lot of actual experience despite his big talk. Clay was hard in any event and he stripped off his jeans down to his underwear, tented by his erection.
Samuel followed suit and he too was hard and his underwear, junior-sized boxer briefs, were also tented Clay got up behind Brianna, his erection pressed up against her ass, and reached around and undid her jeans too. He slid his hands down the front inside of her panties down to her pussy.
“Mmmmmm,” Brianna purred, “Play with my pussy.”
“I wanna fuck your pussy,” D’Andre said.
“Get me wet,” she said, “Eat me.”
Brianna was on the bed with her legs apart and D’Andre got between them and that was when Clay knew that he didn’t actually know what to do. He went up and tapped the black boy on the shoulder and told him that he wanted some of that pussy.
D’Andre backed off, saying that he wasn’t a fish eater to salvage his pride, but Clay buried his face in her snatch. Clay couldn’t see but D’Andre was watching Amalia and Justice making out some and Samuel and Colin both stroking their dicks, one small and hairless and the other not. Sandor came out and joined them too, stroking himself.
“Fuck her,” Sandor said to D’Andre.
He pushed his bare cock into her slick pussy, hard. He had a little trouble finding the hole but he did. He fucked her hard and came fast. When he pulled out, Sandor pushed in and took over.
“You’re going to have fun here,” Clay said, “Lot of fun.”
D’Andre looked around.
“And that queer shit is okay?”
“Yeah,” Clay said, “The Lord Satan is the god of pleasure. All kinds of pleasure”
“I don’t want nothing in my ass but …”
Clay nodded.
“Colin likes to get fucked”
Colin smiled. He got down and licked the pussy juice off of D’Andre’s dick. He polished him hard. But then Samuel came over and started fighting for his cock. D’Andre looked at him suspiciously, as if asking why this little pre-pubescent kid is sucking his dick but he didn’t stop the boy.
Sandor was still banging on Brianna’s snatch and Clay was feeding her his dick in her mouth. Amalia and Justice were seriously making out.
“Man, this is freaky,” D’Andre said.
“Hail Satan,” Clay said.
“Fuck yeah,” D’Andre said, ”if this is what the Devil is then fuck yeah, man, I like me some Devil.”
Colin laid on one of the legs, prone, his legs a little apart. D’Andre got on top of him and tried to push his dick in his ass but had trouble finding the hole. It was little Samuel that helped guide him. Colin strangled some with pain as he did but D’Andre was more gentle going in the ass than he had been in the pussy. He slowly pushed himself all the way in and smiled broadly white straight teeth. He was clearly happy. Clay smiled too. He was happy for him. D’Andre fucked Colin slowly as Samuel sat on the bed crosslegged, stroking his hairless cock. Colin moaned as he did, enjoying now taking the big dick.
Clay fucked Brianna now, D’Andre’s and Sandor’s cum up her hole. He slid his stiff dick into it. He could hear Colin and D’Andre moan as they fucked. He could hear the pace being picked up. Colin was moaning as D’Andre did him. Brianna was moaning as Clay did her. Amalia had her face in Justice’s pussy as she moaned. Sandor looked over at Samuel.
“Feel left out?” he asked.
“No,” Samuel said in his high-pitched voice, “I just wish I was, you know, more grown.”
“Yeah, I was kind of a late bloomer too,” Sandor said, “It sucks.”
“Really?”
Somehow knowing that Sandor had been like him, small and underdeveloped made him feel better.
”You want Colin to fuck you?”
“I’m okay,” Samuel said, rubbing his stiff small cock, “This feels good.”
For a reason, D’Andre noticed them as he was fucking Colin.
“Hey, come here and let me see your dicks.”
“What?” Sandor said.
“Come on.”
D’Andre pulled out of Colin and sat up, Sandor and Samuel stood in front of him. He asked permission to touch their dicks.
“Yahweh made a covenant with his people requiring them to chop off their foreskins so sex wouldn’t be as pleasurable. The Lord Satan wants sex to be as good as it can be me and Samuel were born into it and so we are uncut,” Sandor said as he slowly stroked both of their dicks, “If you want to play with it, you can.”
He did but he went for Samuel, pulling on his foreskin, pulling it taut. Then he started nibbling on it. The black boy had a raging hard-on and it was twitching as he did. Then he swallowed it down, and coming off of it he asked Samuel if he really liked sex since he was hairless.
“Yeah.”
“You cum hard, dry?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. I had a foster, he was like a preacher, he wasn’t cut either, and we used to play when I was little. I would cum so hard like I was a volcano, you know, wanting to explode but couldn’t. It was great. He was a really good preacher, too, but he didn’t believe any of his own shit. Man, he loved to play with my dick, though.”
“He may have been working for us,” Samuel said.
“Maybe,” D’Andre said, ”You like to get fucked too?”
“Yeah. And Colin tops too.”
“Okay. Are you sure this queer shit is okay? I guess it is. Okay, so I want to fuck you and a white boy can fuck me.”
“I thought you said nothing in your ass,” Colin said.
D’Andre turned to him.
“I guess I was fucking lying. If you ain’t man enough.”
He pushed his fat dick into Samuel, who didn’t rebel. Both Colin and Clay had fucked him and he was a willing bottom and even if D’Andre was bigger, he probably made him feel even better. But when Colin did the same, D’Andre nearly howled in pain. He stopped moving inside Samuel as he got used to being fucked himself
“Be gentle, be slow,” D’Andre said.
“Dude, you’re in control now,” Sandor reminded him.
As the man in the middle, however hard he fucked Samuel, he got fucked. But he got used to it, used to the fullness in his ass, his brain getting weird mixed signals and it began to feel good. He got warmed up and Samuel’s tight ass around his dick got him motivated, and when D’Andre began to fuck Samuel in earnest, he got fucked too and it felt good on both ends. Then he got really geared up.
“Bro, all day, all the time, I could do this shit,” D’Andre called out, “This is fucking awesome.”
It was after he dumped his load that he began to quiz Sandor. About the rules. What was expected? Drinking, drugs, sex, all cool.
“So, like this Order of Black Dragon, they might order me to go back to South Philly and run the drug trade?”
“Maybe,” Sandor said
“That would be too cool. Yeah, serving me some Satan is going to be the easiest shit I ever did,” D’Andre said.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX
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