How I Became the Son of Satan Part 5 ------------------------------------ by mattywoowoo@gmail.com ------------------------------------
I woke up alone. My ass cheeks burned as I got up, and the previous days events flashed back into my mind, but I couldn't seem to remember why it happened. Why did Daddy punish me? I must have made a mistake. What was it?
"You will never disobey me again, Matthew." his words seemed to be embedded into my mind like his hands burned my cheeks. I looked into the mirror, and noticed that their red color seemed to blend into the rest of my skin tone. I was beginning to look like Daddy, I was beginning to truly be his son.
But where was Daddy, hadn't I finished drinking his semen from the jar? When will I be able to live like a true devil's child.
I checked the fridge and there seemed to be various amounts of food in it for the first time, fruits, vegetables, but I couldn't touch any. I remembered Daddy saying I couldn't eat anything from this world until I turn into his son. When will he finally fuck me? Wasn't he supposed to convert me yesterday? What had I done?
I noticed a note on the counter, "Matthew, I hope you behave tonight. I have a surprise for you in a few hours. Love, your father." Even his words on paper made me shiver, and I felt my asshole twinge with eagerness. A surprise? Will he finally turn me into his son? Will I be able to take off this jockstrap, get fucked like a boy by his masculine father, and become Satan's son. It felt as if months had passed since I first walked into the strange room, where I was chosen to become Daddy's son.
I lay on the warm couch and stretched out and yawned like a cat, my toes curling, my ass pushing out, my chest pushing forward. Quickly I fell asleep, and a few hours later, I woke up to a loud wind that seemed to blow against me.
Daddy was standing in front of me with a suit, he seemed relaxed, happy almost. "Good, you're awake Matty!" he said, grabbing my arm pulling me up and out of the couch in one single motion. Matty? Nobody had called me Matty in a while. I liked the sound of that.
Daddy grinned once more, "Are you ready for your surprise?"
I eagerly nodded, "Yes sir, Daddy!"
He gave me a swift fatherly pat on the butt, familiar, but not angrily. "'Attaboy! Now son, today, I'm going to give you a tour of my life, so that you know who your father is, what your father does. This is key to your becoming my true son." He said earnestly.
I nodded once more, more serious this time. I was finally going to learn about the place where it all started.
Suddenly, he grabbed hold of my jockstrap, and pulled it upward. I winced, expecting a wedgie of some sort, but instead, as he pulled, more cloth seemed to drag outward from my jockstrap, and out onto my body. My body soon was completely covered by cloth similar to that of the jockstrap, black, tight, keeping my newly defined body visible, and very sexy, yet almost formal.
"There," he said winking, "now you can go out in public without being mistaken as a pet."
"But I am a pet, yours." I said, slightly grinning.
He ruffled my pet, "That's right, you are. Now let's get going."
He put his arm around mine, and suddenly I felt as if I was being sucked into something, and a second later, I was standing inside the room I had fingered myself in. Fortunately nobody was in the room except me and Daddy.
"Now son, you will sit here," he said, motioning towards a chair next to his.
We sat down, and one by one members of the judging committee walked in. Some recognized me, and grinned, knowing that if they didn't show respect, they were to be punished by my father. I wondered if Daddy punished them like had me.
I heard the man in the white suit from before announce the rules, and then state "Elizabeth Merrying, Satan awaits you."
Slowly, a young girl, maybe around the same age as me walked in through a door. Her originally dark clothes transformed into a white dress.
"Elizabeth Merrying, sixteen years old, caucasian, blond hair, blue eyes. Death: Murder by unknown man. Correct?" said a small women at the end of the table.
"Yes, ma'am." She whispered.
Daddy began to jot down on a pad, "Kind, respecting."
"Your past sins?" asked a man on the other end of the table.
The girl showed her hand, and a dove appeared in her hand. I was shocked, how did she do that? I noticed Daddy writing more, "Inner power, conjures objects, rare."
The girl eyes seemed to water, "I once was biking, and hit a dove flying towards me, it died immediately. I-I gave it a funeral! And buried it! I swear I didn't see it comin-"
"That's enough." said a man sitting next to me.
She stopped, and the dove disappeared. Daddy wrote, "Innocent."
"Your future sins?" asked a woman.
In her other hand, she held out a note. The note seemed crumpled, but still presentable. "It's... a suicide note." She sighed.
"A suicide note?" asked my father, he was always interested in something new, different.
"I was depressed, and..." she showed her arms, scars of cutting visible.
"Good thing you died early, then?" said a woman, trying to be funny, in a kind way. The girl didn't respond.
Soon there was whisper around me, I couldn't understand what they were saying, even Daddy. A man stood up and announced the decision.
"Elizabeth, you will become a psychiatric doctor for those who are lost and confused in our realm. You will help guide them, show them the true path to peace. You have the ability to do so, and by helping others, you will be helping yourself conquer this depression."
The girl looked up, surprised, but suddenly smiling, it seemed as if it was the first time, someone had understood her. A door opened to her right, and she was told to step in. She disappeared through the door, and a break was called.
"That was nice," I whispered to Daddy.
"Yes, wasn't it? We try to keep everyone happy, to the extent that they should. Everyone has his or her own peace."
"So, was my peace, being your son?" I said.
"Aren't you happy?"
"Yes, very."
"And so am I," he smiled.
The rest of the day went similarly. About a dozen deaths later, Daddy took me home, another strange swooshing feeling.
As my feet touched the carpet, I felt that homely warmth again, and felt my new clothing pull back into a jockstrap. "You've been good today," Daddy said, rubbing my arm. Daddy's clothes siphoned into hand once more, and he was once again his beautiful nude self.
I smiled. I slowly walked into the bedroom and plopped down stomach first. I loved Daddy's big warm bed, and it felt wonderful against my naked skin.
I suddenly felt Daddy's warm hands against my butt cheeks, spreading them outward. Even the air against my asshole made me moan. "I need to inspect your progress, son."
I felt him breathing against my asshole. "You should be naturally hairless now, and a little moist," he whispered, and dragged a finger across my hole. He was right, it was just skin against skin, a little wetness here and there. I whimpered, "Are you going to make me your son, Daddy?"
"Not yet," he whispered, and stood up, and suddenly I felt him ontop of me, his warm developed hairy chest gliding against my back. I felt his hard cock grinding between my cheeks, it must've been at least a foot long, it's mushroom head popping in and out of my crack, but not once entering my hole. His ostrich egg balls sat below them, warm against my perineum. I felt his stubbled chin drag against my neck, making me shudder.
Him touching me like this made me feel protected, warm. I couldn't imagine being in any other position. "You like this son?" he asked, sliding his hands down my abs, embracing me, spooning me against the bed.
I moaned, and he took that as a yes. He licked my neck and slid upward toward my ear, giving it a delicate kiss. His warm tongue slid towards my lips, and our lips touched. I felt myself shudder, so much energy and power in his hold. And then he put his face by mine, and closed his eyes, "Goodnight, Matty."
I sighed, and fell asleep almost immediately, his warmth, his power comforting me, like warm milk for a baby. His powerful cock, too, fell asleep between my cheeks, pillows for his snake. I felt like a pet, a slave, and a son, and I couldn't have asked for anything more. Maybe tomorrow, will that cock penetrate me and fill me with it's seed, and turn me into a true demon's son. Satan's son.
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