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Subject: the-devil-lives-in-paris/the-devil-lives-in-paris-4 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the state may have forbidden you from reading this story by law. Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It’s fiction, folks, and remember that, please. While most of the locations are real places in the real world, all the characters are absolutely fictional and any reference or resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental or just functional to the plot. Feedbacks welcome at ail. I’m not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! *** The Devil in Paris *** � Part 4 Paris, France � 24 October 1960 “What are you going to do to my son?” I gasp out loud as I hear De Vil chant. “You should be honoured, few boys are granted such a privilege, Drago. Vlad is a special boy and will now become even more special. My and my son’s seed will make him truly special! He has been chosen for a higher scope!” De Vil gestures my son to get closer. “You are now ready for the final step. After this, you will be officially a part of our family, and you will be my son, as are the black boys you’ve meet since you got here; they are my sons and soon you will be too.” De Vil says with a warm smile. “And the two younger ones, as well”. Vlad smiles excitedly as he happily rubs his hard cocklet. “Come and sit on my lap, my son.” De Vil says to Vlad, who quickly climbs up on the black man’s lap, facing away from him. De Vil’s hard cock is rubbing against my son’s ass and back as he enjoys the hot, hard flesh touching him. “You are so beautiful, my boy.” De Vil says, as Vlad turns his head and looks up into his dark eyes, and the man brushes back some of Vlad’s matted sweaty hair from his face. They both pause, the look of anticipation on both their faces is overwhelming as they slowly lean into each other, sandwiching De Vil’s hard cock between their bodies. “I want you, Vlad Dragoul; I want you to be my son.” De Vil groans with such need and lust, just before pulling my boy against him as they kiss passionately, his thick cock rolling between their bodies. He then pulls back, still holding my boy in his arms. “For you to be truly my son…” De Vil says smiling at Vlad, pausing as he gazed into my son’s lust filled eyes, “… and part of our family…” he says, stretching out his arm indicating all the boys in the room, “… you must demonstrate how much you truly want to be part of our family.” It seemed to take a minute before Vlad’s lust filled brain processes what De Vil is saying. My young boy’s face suddenly burst into a massive grin: it is the look of total, complete happiness and pleasure at receiving his heart’s desire. De Vil continues. “To become part of our family, you must face a challenge, to prove your worthiness.” De Vil says with a serious look on his face. “You must give yourself willingly to my Beast.” De Vil says as he glances down at his hard cock then back to Vlad. “You must conquer my Beast.” He says with a smile. “Become ONE with my Beast…” He pauses and then leans in and kisses Vlad on the lips. “…and with me.” He whispers with a smile. “I… I will do… I will do it!” Vlad says breathlessly with a focused look and a hint of excitement in his voice. “Good my boy. Once you willingly submit to my Beast you will be MY son.” De Vil says with a grin as he lightly rubs the side of Vlad’s face. My son leans into his touch like a cat wanting to be petted. “My Beast is ready.” De Vil says as leans back on his armchair, his hard 12-inch cock bobbing with his heart beat. “Give yourself to my Beast, show us how much you want to belong to our family.” De Vil says with a lusty smile. Vlad grins and then stands up on the chair, hovering over De Vil’s crotch. My boy then steps over that huge cock, now pointing right at his small ass. There is no way in Hell Vlad is going to get that foot-long-black-hard monster in him, I think to myself. But, truth to be told, the anticipation of seeing this impossible thing accomplished before my eyes gets me top excited. I unbutton şişli travesti again my trousers and pull out my aching hard cock… just in case, you know… Vlad reaches down, gently guides the huge cock between his ass checks and slowly sits on it. The head pushes into Vlad’s meaty cheeks, slowly disappearing until it suddenly stops. “AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH! UUUNGH! it’s… it’s SssooOO BBIIIIG!” Vlad moans in pain at his first try. He quickly pulls off. Even though Vlad had been well fucked by me, that black cock is thicker than my boy had thought, it seems… “UUUhhhhhnnnnnnn!” Both De Vil and Vlad moan out as my slutty son pushes down again and the head of the Beast lodges a couple of inches past his impossibly tight ass hole. Vlad’s legs strains as the feeling of having this huge cock in him sends shock waves through his body. “OOOHH! It hurts!” Vlad grimaces as he holds himself on De Vil’s arms, pausing to catch his breath. “Yeees, it hurts, but you’re doing well my boy. Relax and let me in. Just do it, my son…” De Vil whispers as he carefully watches Vlad’s expressions. My son holds his standing position for a moment longer; then, he starts to push back on the thick meat… such a brave boy, my son! “Uuuuuuuunnnngh…” Vlad moans out as two more inches slowly disappears inside him, opening him wider than ever… and still eight more inches to go… “Yes, my boy, show me how good you are.” De Vil says with a devilish look in his eyes as he watches my determined son slowly fuck himself further down onto his foot-long cock, his boy-pussy stretching more and more to accept it. “Yyyeeesss, let my Beast inside you. Open up for it, my boy. I know you want it” I watch as Vlad intensifies his pushing back on that huge ebony cock. My boy’s legs bend more and more, as the huge flesh tube slips farther inside him. “Aaaaaaagh, it hurts!!! …huuuungh… Toooo biiig.” Vlad groans as he is half way down the thick shaft. His ass hole looks obscenely strained as he continues to fuck himself down the colossal cock. “I want you so bad, Daddy.” Vlad whimpers as he leans forward and sloppily kisses De Vil. The massive cock momentarily stops to slip inside my nine-year-old’s overstuffed shit chute. Vlad is defiantly pushing to his limits, I’d seen other boys take large cocks before, but nothing like this. Vlad calling De Vil “Daddy” causes a twinge of jealousy inside me. But my cock overrules my sense of judgment as I stroke it in the open, watching the debauchery unfolding before my dazed eyes. “Drago, come and help your son become part of my family… Help him to accept me into little ass…” I almost missed the call… “Come on, Drago… push him down, impale your son on my huge cock!” As in a dream, I see my own hands grab my son’s shoulder. Then, I summon all my residual strength and I push down, I push hard, until I feel my son sliding down, over the 12-inches of hard, black cock… down and down and down with each push. “AAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAGH!” Vlad cries as I slam him down on De Vil’s cock, harder and harder, shoving it deeper into him with each downward plunge. Vlad still can’t get down to the base, he still had two inches of that massive cock he just can’t quite get into him. I’m exhausted, barely standing on my legs, my cock dripping precum on my son’s chest. “UUUUUUNGH! GOTTA GET IT ALL! UUUUUUMMM!” Vlad groans in pain as he tries to sit on it all the way. But those last two inches just wouldn’t slip inside him. My boy tries a few more times but then just sit on De Vil’s cock, slumping backward and resting his head on De Vil’s chest as he breaths hard trying to recover. My poor boy needs to rest. De Vil tilts Vlad’s face up so they are looking at each other, he then kisses him tenderly, opening my son’s mouth with his tongue. Their kissing grow more passionate as Vlad regains his composure and determination. I see the strongest lust burning into the depths of his green eyes, he is so desperate to have all the Beast in him. “You are doing well my boy. I think it’s time for me to take you the rest of the way.” De Vil says with a smile as he kisses my boy one last time, ready to push those last two inches into Vlad. “Time for you to become ONE with me!” De Vil says with a lusty tone as he pulls out half of his beylikdüzü travesti dick, only to slam it back with inhumane force. “aaaaa… AAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!” Vlad’s moans turned into cries as De Vil forcibly pushes his cock deeper into my boy, fucking the last two inches into my nine-year-old son. “Yeeeesss, relax my son. Take daddy’s cock. Feel me inside you.” And De Vil starts to thrust harder, jamming his cock deeper, spreading Vlad’s tight colon muscles deep inside him… pushing Vlad to his true limits. “AAAAAAGH!”… “AAAAAAAGH!”… “AAAAAAAGH!” Vlad cries in pain as De Vil force fucks his foot-long ebony cock deeper and deeper. “Shit! I had to stop this! He’s killing my boy!” I think to myself, but I am too turned on, a part of me deep down wants to see this. I’m so damn hard and leaking watching my boy get fucked like this. De Vil takes my boy and holds him by the shoulders, his body dwarfing my son’s plump body, and really starts to push his huge cock hard into my boy. “SSOOO BBBBIIGG… UUUUUUUUGH!! … AAAAAAAAAGGH!!!” screams Vlad, as De Vil works the last inch into his small nine-year-old ass until he finally bottoms out. De Vil then starts fucking Vlad with wild hard thrusts, just pounding into my boy. Vlad is experiencing pure, unrelentingly fucking from a twelve-inch cock… fucking awesome, if you ask me… “UUUUUUUNNNNNGH!! HHHHUUUUUGGGHH!” Vlad starts to grunt and pant heavily, his eyes wide in disbelief as he tries to comprehend what had just happened to him. De Vil’s hips are now mashed up against Vlad’s ass. “You have all of my Beast in you, now.” De Vil says in low grunting tone as he starts to slowly fuck in and out of Vlad. My son tries to smile but he can only groan as the colossal cock rearranges his insides, making him feel the fullest he’d ever been in his short life. De Vil increases his speed as he fucks hard into Vlad. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Vlad’s tone changes. I can feel his pain has reached the point where it turns to pleasure, deep, unabridged pleasure irradiating from his ass all the way up to his primordial lizard-brain. Pure, unforgettable. Vlad loudly moans out as De Vil keeps a steady rhythm fucking him. Bottoming out and pulling back, as the man humped his 12-inch cock into and out of my 9-year-old boy. “Who do you want to fuck you?” De Vil asks Vlad as he mercilessly humps him. “YUUOOOU! MMMMMMPPPHH!” Vlad replies as the sensations of overwhelming pleasure take over him. “Yeeeessss, to be my son I need to breed you my boy.” De Vil says with a wild look in his eyes. “I have to share my seed with you.” De Vil then starts to long dick Vlad. Pulling out five inches then pushing back in, pulling out six, then seven and eight and pushing back in, stuffing his colon. De Vil is unrelenting as his hips looks like a perfect fucking machine. De Vil starts to whisper to my boy as they fuck, their mouths wide open. “You’re mine now.” “MMmmmm…yes, daddy!” Vlad says breathlessly, his face all sweaty and flush. “You belong to me now boy.” “Yeeesss, you’re my daddy nooow.” “Yes, we are now ONE” “Uuuuungh… breed meee Daaddeee.” Vlad groans with lust. “You’re such a good boy, I’d be honoured to be your Daddy.” De Vil grunts as he starts to show signs of getting close. “Fuuuck meeee Daddy! Fuuuck me haaard!” Vlad cries out, desperately. “As you wish my son.” De Vil says to Vlad as he increases his fucking. Long dicking my boy hard and deep, now pulling out almost 10-inches then shoving all of them back in. “FFFFFUUUUCK YYYEAAH DDDAADY! FFFFFUCK MMEEEE DDDAAADDY!!!” The sounds of Vlad’s desperate moans, mixed with the sounds of De Vil’s hips slapping against my son’s small ass fill the room. “Yeah, you like my Beast don’t you son?” De Vil grunts as he increases his speed, slamming his hips hard against Vlad’s ass. I can’t fucking believe how powerfully this man… or Devil… can fuck. “OOooooOO…Ddaaaadddy… fffffuuuucckkk… mmmeeee!” Vlad mumbled endlessly over and over again as De Vil is finally getting close to breed my boy. “UUUUUUUUUUNNGGGGHHHH!!!” The black man groans out loudly as his ass hunches upward and presses onto Vlad’s plump ass. De Vil’s ass clenches, as he breeds my boy. I am hypnotized by De Vil’s clenching ass and balls istanbul travesti as he continues to pump wad after wad of cum into my boy. The humping slows as De Vil comes down from his climax. Vlad and he are now tightly embraced as my son rests fully impaled on the colossal, black cock. They actually look like one tight ball of ebony and ivory flesh; they have finally become ONE. “You are now my son Vlad. You belong to me now.” De Vil whispers and Vlad smiles with a happy tired look as they kiss. I can’t resist anymore… I approach my exhausted little son and push my hard cock into his open mouth. I watch as his throat bulges around my 8-incher, and I try to push more and more down his hot mouth. I grab his head and start to head-fuck him, raping his mouth like he were the cheapest of whores. It takes only a minute, and then I cum… I cum gallons, I fill his stomach with my fatherly load. I almost pass out and fall on my ass, hitting the floor hard. The two younger twins come to me and start cleaning my deflating cock with their tiny tongues, nursing on it, sucking the last drops of cum out of my drained balls. “Vlad has learned to share himself and will now be able to share himself with many men, Drago. And you will gain so much now, you will have all your desires accomplished.” De Vil says as he squeezes my son’s boy boobs, pinching his tiny nipples, his foot-long cock still deeply buried into Vlad’s colon. Watching De Vil and Vlad joined at the hips I feel jealous, but also angry and a bit sad with myself for what I’ve done to my young son. My dream, my deepest desire has finally happened, but at which cost? I think he’s my only son and he shouldn’t have to go through all this just for my benefit. I sold my son just to see my fuck fantasies become true… and maybe become a famous writer… What type of father am I to do this? Something clicks in my lust clouded brain. Despite my confusion and shaking legs, I get up and tear Vlad out of De Vil’s obscene embrace. He is surprised and yells for me to stop, his huge cock still hard and shining with cum and Vlad’s ass juices. He orders the twins to block me and take Vlad. I head for the door tripping over my own footsteps, chased by the black twins. They try to stop me, tearing my shirt and cutting my bare skin with their long, sharp nails. On the way out of the impossibly hot room, I grab Vlad’s clothes from the floor and rush down the stairs, dragging my naked son with me. I don’t feel hot anymore as I walk through the Gal�rie, an old man shouts obscenities to me. I leave a small trail of fresh blood on the floor that mixes with the sperm dripping from Vlad’s gaping ass. I finally reach outside; the sudden morning light blinds me and I feel a deadly cold take my legs and slowly rise towards my chest. I don’t recognize the place right away, it looks familiar but different… different houses, different cars, people dressed differently. It seems a different era altogether … I only recognize the Caf� des Arts and the Seine that flows slowly and silently on a quiet autumn day. With Vlad always in tow, I run down the narrow stairs, towards the river banks. I feel a grip of deadly cold around my heart, the veins on my temples are about to explode … I think I’m about to die when I fall to the ground, my legs are paralyzed. I try to get up … I can’t, I fall back on my bare chest, Vlad is always by my side, naked, he doesn’t speak. I remain there, lying on my chest on the ice-cold sidewalk, without strength … I hear distant voices of people shouting, asking for help. The last thing my eyes see before closing for eternity is my dear son, he has a strange look in his green eyes, halfway between indifferent and amused… his red hair shine in the warm sun of the morning, like a halo of fire from Hell around his head … I feel a last heartbeat … my ears don’t buzz anymore; my lungs stand still… I am aware of my end, I still try to keep my eyes open, but I slowly sink into the cold and the darkness… ********* Now that I’m a “junior” author I understand how important it is for a writer to receive your feedbacks, kind reader. So, everytime I read something on Nifty that I like, now I take my time to reach out for a “thank you” to the author: please do the same, emails are for free and we live (almost) for your appreciation. Thank you to all of you that have provided a feedback! 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