THE CONTRACT
I'm not sure what made me go into a chatroom called "GaySatan." Maybe it was my lifelong curiosity about the occult; maybe I was just too horny for my own good, and I was looking for something a little more exotic than usual. Whatever it was, after a few minutes, I realized that this was just a glorified S&M channel. I was about to leave the room, when I received a private message from someone calling himself "FatherLucifer." Weird, I thought. Since when can people use that many letters for their nick? Must be a system administrator.
"What do you want most in life?" the message read.
I thought for a moment, and with a mischievous grin, responded "Power."
"What kind of power?"
"I've always wanted to learn how to work magic. Real magic, not just stuff like Tarot readings. I want to be able to manipulate things and people." Funny how you can open up about your darkest fantasies when you know you'll never meet the person at the other end of the conversation.
"That can be arranged."
I had barely finished reading his response when I was unceremoniously logged off. "Damn!" I shouted. "Not again! And just when things were getting interesting." I tried to reconnect a few times but got nothing but busy signals.
By this time, I was so frustrated that I'd totally forgotten about jerking off and decided that it was time for bed. I'd gotten out of all of my clothes except for my boxers, when there was a knock at my apartment door. I looked out the peephole and saw the face of an Adonis. He was around 21, had short, dark, perfectly styled hair, cheekbones that looked as if they were chiseled from stone, and the biggest, greenest eyes I'd ever seen. I momentarily debated putting on clothes, but decided against it. I'd been working out for a while and for the first time in my life, I enjoyed being seen with my shirt off. I opened the door and got my first look at him in full. His skin-tight black T-shirt barely contained his muscular chest, and I could count his washboard abs through the fabric. His equally tight black leather pants did nothing to conceal a sizeable package, obviously unconfined by underwear. I tore my gaze away, and as I looked him in the eyes, he flashed me a cocky smile that told me he knew exactly how hot he was.
"You must be Dave," he said in a beautiful baritone voice. He looked me up and down, and his smile told me that I met with his approval. I was fighting to keep myself from getting a hard-on, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I lost that fight.
"Yeah. Do I know you?" I knew damn well I'd never laid eyes on this stud before, or I'd remember him.
"Father Lucifer sent me," he replied. I took a step back in shock, and he strode past me into my living room near the entrance to my bedroom. "You're cute," he added, and chuckled as he backed around the corner and into my bedroom. Stunned as I was, I still couldn't help wishing I could've gotten a good look at his ass. I debated running out the door, but I just had to find out what was happening. I closed the door and walked cautiously into my bedroom to find him lying on my bed with his hands behind his head. My eyes were drawn first to his powerful biceps, then to his rippling chest, and then to the sheet of paper lying on top of his crotch.
"It's your contract," he said. "One month trial period in which I teach you whatever you can learn about magic, with no strings attached. And if you're a fast learner, we'll have plenty of time for recess." He flashed me that smile again and practically bored a hole in me with his eyes. I blissfully surrendered to my libido and stood there unabashedly with my hard-on trying to burst out of the boxers.
"I don't have to sell my soul or anything," I asked. Even with the possibility of fulfilling my life- long dream in front of me, I could barely think of anything but servicing this gorgeous man in my bed.
He chuckled again. "Read it for yourself."
I walked over to him and picked up the contract, revealing his now-erect cock straining against the leather pants. It was at least nine inches long, and undoubtedly the thickest I'd ever seen. His pants were unbuttoned and partially unzipped, practically beckoning me to unzip them all the way and service him right then and there. I backed away, and with considerable effort, I tore my eyes away from his crotch and started reading the contract.
CONTRACT BETWEEN LORD SATAN AND PETITIONER
"Are you a top or a bottom, Dave?" he asked.
My attention was immediately back on him as I sheepishly replied, "Top."
"Too bad. You've got a nice ass." I struggled to find a reply, when he added with a laugh, "Read your contract."
LORD SATAN SHALL PROVIDE PETITIONER WITH ACCESS TO THE TUTELAGE OF
AN INSTRUCTOR IN THE BLACK ARTS EACH DAY FOR A PERIOD OF ONE MONTH.
SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED LESSONS SHALL RESULT IN SEXUAL REWARDS FROM
THE INSTRUCTOR.
While I was reading this paragraph, he got out of bed and stood behind me, close enough for me to feel his body heat and his breath. He was wearing some kind of cologne that I couldn't recognize, masculine yet subtle, which, combined with the smell of his leather, sent my mind reeling. "You don't mind if I read over your shoulder, do you?" he crooned.
I gulped. "No. Not at all."
IN EXCHANGE, PETITIONER SHALL REFRAIN FROM ALL PIOUS ACTS, INCLUDING,
BUT NOT LIMITED TO, CHURCH ATTENDANCE, PRAYER, AND BIBLE READING.
PETITIONER SHALL NOT REVEAL THE EXISTENCE OF THIS CONTRACT OR HIS
INSTRUCTOR OR ANY OTHER MATTERS PERTAINING TO HIS DEALINGS WITH LORD
SATAN.
I could feel his breath against my ear as he asked, "All done?" He reached around my waist and started rubbing one finger against my crotch bulge.
There was nothing below that but a small box where there would ordinarily have been a place to sign, so I said, "Yes."
Like a flash, he took the contract from my hand and started kissing my neck as he forced me towards my bed. As I braced my hands against the foot of my bed, I felt him pull down my shorts and enter my eager asshole. It should have been impossible for me to take such a huge cock, inexperienced as I was, yet it not only slid in without resistance, but gave me pleasure I'd never known before. I was begging him to fuck me harder and faster, and the more he did, the bigger his cock seemed to swell within me. He reached around me with his powerful arms and began running his sharp nails against my chest. It should have been painful, but the sensation only added to my ecstasy. I knew then that I would give anything to feel his touch in any way. I have no idea how long this continued before I felt his dick pulse as he shot his load inside me. Even though I wanted to be him not to pull out, I took some comfort in the knowledge that part of him was still inside me.
"Well now my dick's all dirty," he said. I couldn't stand the thought that I had soiled his perfect body, so I spun around, fell to my knees and immediately began licking him clean. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, then took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it. I was rewarded by a second huge load of cum shooting into my mouth, which I hungrily swallowed. It was sweet and salty, and I could have stayed there on my knees eating his cum all night. I'd have licked it up off the floor if any of it had fallen.
When his orgasm was complete, he asked, "So, are you ready to sign?" He pulled the contract out of his back pocket. I noticed that through all of this, he hadn't dropped his pants, just taken out his magnificent cock.
"Yes!" I exclaimed immediately and began looking around frantically for a pen.
He chuckled. "You don't need a pen to sign it; just a drop of your blood in the box at the bottom." I realized then that my chest was bleeding from the scratches he'd made, so I ran my fingertip across the scratch and took the contract with him. I couldn't believe how lucky I was, so I looked at the contract again to reassure myself that this was really happening. My eyes happened to fall on a line in the middle of the final paragraph reading:
PETITIONER SHALL SURRENDER HIS SOUL TO LORD SATAN.
That wasn't there before! He must have switched contracts while he was fucking me! I stood up and kissed him more passionately than I've ever kissed anyone before. He was surprised at first given how submissively I'd been acting towards him, but he responded in kind. I nearly lost myself in that kiss, but somehow as I ran my hands along his back down to his ass, I remembered what I was looking for. As I grabbed his perfect ass, I felt the contract I had been given to read. I pulled out the contract and before he could stop me, I pressed my bloody finger against the box.
At first he seemed horrified that I'd outwitted him, but then he just started chuckling again. "I guess you learned your first lesson," he said. He touched my still-erect dick with his fingertip and I shot my load clear across the room. The pleasure was so intense I collapsed on the floor at his feet. "The boss is gonna be pissed, but he does keep his bargains. I'll see you tomorrow." He knelt beside me and kissed me gently on the lips. I was too exhausted to respond, and as he turned to leave I fell blissfully asleep and dreamed of many more lessons to come.