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Feature Writer: Satan’s Fist
Feature Title: Race With The Devil 2
Published: 30.05.2025
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Cannibalism
Synopsis: Warren & Peter are on a camping trip when they stumble across the unbelievable sight of a Satanic incest family.
Race With The Devil 2
Warren arrived at the office early on Monday morning, his mind still reeling from the events of the weekend. He had hoped that work would provide some distraction from his thoughts, but he knew it would only be temporary. As he walked through the halls, he could feel the eyes of his colleagues on him, whispering behind their hands as they passed. He tried to ignore them, focusing instead on his upcoming meeting with Andrew.
The office was buzzing with activity as usual, phones ringing and keyboards clicking in unison. The receptionist smiled at him as she greeted him warmly, offering him a cup of coffee which he accepted gratefully. The aroma of freshly brewed beans filled his nostrils and he took a sip as he made his way to his cubicle.
The day seemed to drag on endlessly as Warren worked diligently on his projects. He could feel Andrew’s gaze on him throughout the day, like a predator stalking its prey. Every time their eyes met, Warren’s heart skipped a beat out of anxiety or excitement – he couldn’t quite tell which anymore.
Finally, it was lunchtime and Warren eagerly made his way to the break room where everyone else was gathering around the table filled with various dishes brought by employees from home. He grabbed a plate and began filling it with offerings when Andrew appeared beside him, holding an extra sandwich wrapped in tin foil.
“Here you go.”
“Is this what I think it is?” Warren asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Andrew smirked and nodded.
“Yes, it’s exactly what you were watching us prepare earlier.”
He chuckled softly again, taking a bite of his sandwich as he watched Warren devour his.
Warren couldn’t help but grin back at him, feeling a tinge of excitement run through his body. He took another bite and felt the juices dribble down his chin, leaving a trail on his neck as he swallowed greedily. The burgers were beyond amazing — the succulent meat, the crispy onions, and the perfectly melted cheese, all blended in a symphony of flavors that danced on his tongue. It was heavenly!
The sounds around them echoed in the room — the clinking of cutlery against plates, whispers between family members sharing stories over tea cups — all faded into oblivion as Warren focused on the taste exploding in his mouth. He savored every bite, moaning softly with each taste bud tantalization until finally, there was nothing left but an empty wrapper in front of him.
Andrew noticed Warren had finished and took the wrapper from him before placing it back onto a serving tray next to him.
“Of course, there’s more,” he said with a wink, pulling out another sandwich from underneath the table for him without breaking eye contact.
The second sandwich was even better than the first if that was even possible. The combination of flavors was even more divine, and Warren couldn’t help but moan in delight as he chewed. He wanted to ask Andrew what part of Sally was on the sandwich but couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. His mind raced with possibilities as he continued to eat, her image flashing before his eyes.
As he finished off the last bite, Warren looked up at Andrew who was watching him intently, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
“It’s delicious,” Warren breathed, already feeling light-headed from the rush of endorphins coursing through his body, ”What … what part of her is in this sandwich?” he finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.
Andrew chuckled softly and leaned in closer, his breath tickling Warren’s ear.
“Breast meat, of course,” he paused for a moment before adding quietly, “You know you want some more.”
Warren felt his entire body tense at the mention of Sally’s breasts; they had been such a tease all weekend long. He nodded quickly in agreement and Andrew pulled out another piece from underneath the table again: a small square wrapped in foil that looked like it might contain something else entirely. As he unwrapped it carefully to reveal another piece of succulent meat.
Warren swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he took another bite of the new piece of meat. It was as delicious as the previous two sandwiches, maybe even more so. He couldn’t believe how good it tasted, how every bite seemed to ignite something deep inside him. He felt hot and flush, his cock hardening beneath his pants as he savored the flavor on his tongue.
Andrew watched Warren devour the meat with a mix of pride and lust in his eyes.
“Tell me,” he breathed, leaning forward so their faces were mere inches apart, “What did you think when we were … you know, during the ceremony?”
Warren’s mind flashed back to that evening, filled with images of incense smoke and flickering candles, of Sally’s sweet screams and father’s possessive growls. He shuddered at the memory before meeting Andrew’s gaze again.
“It was …” he trailed off, searching for the right words, “The hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he finally admitted in a whisper.
Andrew smiled widely at that, reaching out to caress Warren’s cheek gently with calloused fingers.
“I knew you would appreciate it,” he said softly before leaning in closer still.
Their lips brushed against each other lightly before Andrew pulled away again with a wicked grin spreading across his face.
A kingly air seemed to surround Grandfather Andrew as he sat there, savoring the taste of the rare steak he had just prepared. His rock-solid body, with its bulging muscles and sun-kissed skin, looked even more regal in this intimate setting. As Warren spoke, Andrew’s eyes sparkled with unbridled lust and anticipation. He knew what they had shared was not for the faint of heart; it was raw, primal, and downright dirty. The way Sally had screamed out her pleasure while her father violated her from behind would surely ignite something deep inside Warren and Peter as well.
“I’m glad you enjoyed watching us,” Andrew whispered huskily, licking his lips clean of the juices that still clung to them, ”We have another ceremony planned next weekend.”
Warren’s heart skipped a beat at those words. His cock twitched under his pants, eager to be set free once more.
“Oh? Where?” he asked breathlessly.
Andrew chuckled darkly before leaning back in his chair, hands folded over his broad chest.
“At the family compound,” he replied casually as if it were no big deal, “It’s quite remote — the perfect place for our rituals,” he paused briefly before adding with a smirk, “And who knows what else we might get up to?”
Warren couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of spending more time alone with this man who exuded power and desire like no other.
“I’d love to join you,” he confessed without hesitation, eyeing Andrew hungrily, “But … I have to warn you both,” he added gravely, “Peter and I share a secret … one that might make things complicated.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he took another sip of red wine, his eyes never leaving Warren’s face.
“Oh?” he purred knowingly, “Do tell.”
Warren swallowed hard, feeling the butterflies take flight in his stomach at how Andrew was looking at him now — like he was ready to devour him whole.
“Well …” He hesitated once more before revealing their dark secret, “We both have AIDS.”
Andrew’s face remained impassive, betraying neither judgment nor disgust as Warren confessed their secret. A small gleam of excitement seemed to flicker in his eyes, like a predator who had just found its prey.
“Andrew,” he said softly, leaning forward on the table with interest, “I know what that means. I know what it is.”
He reached out and gently caressed Warren’s cheek again, his rough hand leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“You think you’re damned because of it … But AIDS and HIV are only a mark, a blessing from our Lord Satan himself.”
Warren’s eyes widened slightly at this revelation — he hadn’t expected such acceptance from Andrew after revealing their illness. But then again, they were part of Andrew’s family now; they were bound by something darker than blood. Something sacred.
“You see,” Andrew continued in hushed tones as if sharing an intimate secret between them alone, “Satan loves his children no matter what they carry inside them. He loves those who embrace their desires and live life fully, no matter the consequences.”
He took another sip of wine before setting down his glass on the table with a clink.
“Your disease makes you special, Warren,” he said almost tenderly, pulling back slightly to look at him properly, “It makes you part of our family.”
Warren’s heart swelled with pride and acceptance as his sphincter clenched tight around the stem of the wine glass. He couldn’t help but beam at Andrew, feeling a warm flush spread across his cheeks. This was it. This was what he had always wanted: to be part of something bigger than himself, something dark and forbidden. To be loved for who he truly was, without judgment or fear.
“Peter and I would be honored to join you,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, ”We are ready for anything you ask of us.”
Andrew’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he pushed away from the table and stood up tall, towering over Warren.
“No time like the present then,” he said firmly, his voice echoing off the walls of the office.
With that, he locked the door behind him and walked over to the blinds, pulling them shut until not even a sliver of light peeked through. The room was now plunged into darkness save for the dim glow of a single candle flickering on Andrew’s desk — casting dancing shadows across their faces as they waited in eager anticipation.
Warren took a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart as Andrew made his way back over to him. The older man’s big hands brushed against Warren’s shoulders before pressing down firmly on his shoulders, pushing him gently towards the floor.
Warren was breathless, exhausted but filled with an unexplainable joy as he looked up at his Master. His tongue darted out to catch the last drops of cum on Andrew’s tip and swallowed them greedily as if they were the most precious nectar of life itself. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to please his Master in such a way, to be so close to him that their bodies were almost one.
“Now it’s time for you to worship your Master as only a true Chosen can,” Andrew growled, turning around and presenting his arse to Warren.
The sight of that wrinkled, hairy hole made Warren’s heart race; it was time for him to give the obscene kiss of Satan.
Andrew felt Warren’s hot breath on his asshole as he knelt between his legs and leaned in close. The scent of sweat and lust filled the air as Warren kissed the tight puckered skin gently before slowly pushing his tongue inside. It was unlike anything Warren had ever tasted before — bitter yet addictive, musky yet strangely sweet.
He lapped at it eagerly like a starving man at a feast, tonguing Andrew’s hole fiercely while sucking on the sensitive skin surrounding it. His hands moved down to grab onto Andrew’s thick thighs for support, trembling slightly from both excitement and nervousness.
Andrew moaned loudly at this new sensation; it felt amazing having someone worship his anus so passionately after all these years. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, feeling himself growing hard once again under Warren’s skilled attentions. He pressed back against Warren’s face encouragingly, wanting more of this delicious treatment. The warmth emanating from his employee’s body sent shivers down Andrew’s spine as he pushed harder against him.
Warren began to devour Andrew’s unwashed anus with fervor, his tongue dancing around inside its depths while occasionally flicking against the prostate with precision and accuracy. The sound of slurping mixed with low moans filled the room as if they were making love through their hindquarters instead of through their mouths. Now and then, Andrew would grunt or groan deeply, signaling for Warren not to stop or slow down but to continue deeper and faster intoxicated by this forbidden pleasure. The room became hazy with passion.
Time seemed to stand still for both men, lost in their world filled with sinful desires. As if controlled by some animal instinct, they moved together in perfect harmony. Andrew grinding back onto Warren’s face each time he wanted deeper penetration while Warren accepted every invitation without question pressing firmly forward regardless whether it made them both gag or choke until there was nothing left but primal need driving them forward into each other’s orifices. Finally spent, they broke apart panting heavily staring directly into each other’s eyes, unable to wait until the next gathering.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO