I suppose I had died. The last thing I remember was being in a car accident. I was driving late at night, and suddenly out of nowhere, a car collided with mine, and everything went dark. I then found myself sitting in a waiting room of some sort. I wasn't hurt, I actually felt better than I have before. I asked the woman sitting next to me where I was, and she muttered something about judgment day. This is where I began to panic. I died? Judgment day? What was going on?
Out of nowhere a door grew, and a man in a white suit walked out of it and stood in front of us. He then told us, "Satan will see you all one by one momentarily. Prepare yourselves for your presentation. You must show in one hand the sins you've committed in your past, and in the other, the sins you'll be committing in your future. From there you will be decided where you will be assigned, on Earth, here in Hell, or elsewhere."
So I was in Hell, apparently. This didn't surprise, my parents had always told me homosexuals are sinning, (which is why I never told them I was gay), I suppose this is why I'm here. I later learned that everybody begins here, good or bad.
I was unsure what to do with the whole sins presentation. It wasn't like I had a nice little powerpoint slideshow or something. I searched throughout the waiting room, and found a chocolate wrapper. I decided this could be my past sins, seeing as it represented gluttony or something. While I was searching for my future sins, the man in the white suit called out my name, "Matthew Cummings, Satan awaits you."
As I entered through the door, my clothes seemed to change into a white suit as well. My shoes seemed to vanish. I suppose I had to present myself formally to Satan. The door shut itself, and I found myself in an empty room, completely white. In front of me was a long table, with men and women sitting politely behind it. It was almost some sort of committee, waiting to judge me on my 'performance'. In the middle of the table sat a rather large man, a red skin tone to his large muscles and body. His face looked almost angry, but so sexy as well. His face covered in a dark stubble, a black wave of hair on his head. He was wearing a suit as well, but the suit looked so strained against his pecs, large nipples visible behind it. Immediately I knew this sexy man had to be Satan. I felt my crotch buzz just looking at him.
"Matthew Cummings, seventeen years old, caucasian, black hair, green eyes. Death: Vehicle accident. Correct?" said a small man, staring at me, at the end of the table.
"Yes." I answered. The committee began whispering to each other something, and I realized I should have said 'Yes, sir'. I was afraid this lack of politeness might be bad for me.
"Your past sins?" asked a woman on the other end of the table. Satan seemed unfocused, almost bored at this.
I pulled out the the chocolate wrapper and held it up in my right hand. I heard one of the members whisper "gluttony? theft?"
"Your future sins?" asked another woman. I hesitated, I didn't have anything with me, and I thought of what I could do. I noticed Satan look up, the silence interested him. His dark red eyes seemed to pierce into me. I was becoming horny just through his stare. I thought to myself: No, not now, I have to focus!
But it was hard, he was so beautiful, I could just imagine what was underneath the suit, a hairy defined chest, and then my mind wandered down an imaginative treasure trail, leading to a enormous cock to which I began to lick my lips to. "Matthew?" a man said.
I lifted my left hand up, and the committee leaned forward, thinking there was something small in my hand, and then I brought my middle finger up, and one would think I was giving them an obscene hand gesture. "E-excuse me?" squealed a woman.
"My future sins relate to this finger, ma'am" I said.
"And how so?" questioned another of the committee. Satan looked more and more interested by the minute.
And then, I began to strip my clothes off. I threw off the new suit, pants, socks, and white briefs that had somehow magically appeared on me before. The committee was gasping and looking confused. I don't know what it was that led me to do this, the hornyness, the nervousness, teen hormones? Whatever it was, I couldn't help myself. I lied back on the cold floor, and raised my legs up to my shoulders, my hole being visible to the committee. More gasps.
I raised my middle finger once more, and then I began to suck it, lubricating it with spit, and then I rubbed my tight hole with it. Soon enough, I was fingerfucking myself like crazy, moaning and groaning. I imagined what I must've looked like to the committee. A skinny teenager fucking his recently shaved bubble butt with his finger, stroking his eight inch cock with the other. In a few minutes, I began to spurt cum all over myself, some of it landing into my moaning mouth. I licked it up visibly, moaning even more. I slowly pulled my finger out, the end of one of the best orgasms I've had in a while, probably because of the audience. I lie there on the floor panting, almost forgetting I was in fact being watched.
I heard whispers of "prostitution? whore?" from the committee. I began to slowly get up, still naked and covered in my own warm cum. I thought I had made my point, my future sins consisted of fingering myself (my parents had said that was wrong as well, I assumed this was why I was here in the first place). Then Satan stood up. The committee quickly became quiet, as if by force. Satan wasn't as angry as I had seen him before. His eyes seemed to be shining a bit, and there was a small almost unnoticeable smile on his face.
He spoke in a low, manly, and serious voice, louder than all the others, "In all eternity, not one single soul has ever shown me such a performance."
This worried me, was I going to be punished? Should I have not done that? I began to blame my hormones, how dare they betray me like this, when he suddenly said, "You will be assigned as my son."
My eyes widened. His son? What? How do I become his son?
"You will live with me at my home, and I will train you to become my son. You will listen to my every command, and will be punished if you do not do so. Now walk through the following door." He raised his hand, and a door appeared to my right. He gave me a look that scared me as much as it made my cock bounce. The son of Satan? Is this possible? Has any of this been possible? I slowly opened the door, and entered through the darkness, afraid to look back.
To be continued...
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