Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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All characters are at least eighteen years old.
Cut a deal with the devil and pay the price. And the price was one of his sons, so William Joe MacMurphy handed his middle son over to the devil at the old ruined plantation south of Laurel. No one would really notice Bobby Ray missing, anyway. Will and his wife had a dozen kids. Who would notice one missing? Although, his momma had been upset by it. That is until they hit the biggest lottery ever seen in Mississippi, and she got that new four-wheel drive pickup, painted teal green, like she always wanted.
Bobby Ray the payment for the winning lottery ticket was a typical Mississippi farm boy, with a nice body but a little plain in the face. Colonel Parker, the demon who worked for the Devil, was not your ordinary middle management demon. He was an improver when he wasn't organizing social events or orgies. And the first thing he did when he saw the boy standing before him in the foyer was to get him out of those nasty overalls and burn them. Actually he burned everything Bobby Ray had on. Now he could really see what they had negotiated for. Nineteen and as white as a ghost, inside joke there that had the little demons laughing. Bobby Ray, they would have to change that name to something sexier, was too frightened to laugh. Give him time. But right now there was red dirt under the boy's fingernails, which simply wouldn't do. Bobby Ray needed a bath. He motioned for all of them to go into the living room and then the kitchen.
A fancy tub full of hot water materialized out of thin air, and Bobby Ray was plopped right in the middle of it. All the little demons jumped into the water with him to commence to scrubbing that boy clean. His hair was washed, his face was washed, each nipple was washed, his cock was washed, as was his tight little ass. No boy was ever washed more thoroughly than Bobby Ray. When he stepped out of that water, he was squeaky clean, especially his cock which had grown a couple of inches after such a vigorous scrubbing.
Now Colonel Parker could go to work on improving what needed improving. He turned the boy to face a fancy full length mirror. Bobby Ray tried to hide his dick behind his hands, but the Colonel slapped them away. "When I am done with you, boy, you'll wanna suck your own dick." He stood behind the boy and reached around him, making Bobby Ray's pencil thin lips fuller and sexier with the brush of this thumb. Bobby had never seen his mouth looking so pretty.
The Colonel's fingers flitted over Bobby's pale skin and turned it a deep golden brown, the way the devil liked his pets. Bobby was tall enough, but he could use a little muscle in some places. Reaching under Bobby Ray's arms, he ran his fingers over the boy's breast, deepening it and cutting the pecs a little sharper. Bobby nipples became exquisitely sensitive when the Colonel rolled them between his fingers. If he kept doing this, he would make the boy cum without even touching his cock.
Bobby Ray liked it, and his cock swelled proudly, but the Colonel wanted more. He moved to the side and took Bobby Ray's cock in hand and stroked it until it was longer and fuller and harder than Bobby could even remember. With his other hand the Colonel squeezed Bobby Ray's tight ass. A sharp slap had the boy jumping.
"Such a nice toy," the Colonel purred. "Come lay across my lap." Bobby Ray did as he was told, his head lower than his upturned ass. The Colonel stroked each hard butt cheek and worked his way to the sensitive place behind his testicles. Bobby moaned when the Colonel worked a finger into his virgin ass. "OH yes, our Master is going to love popping your cherry, Sugar," the Colonel drawled and continued finger fucking the boy a little longer. And with the boy's cock dangling between his legs, the Colonel reached down and milked the boy's cock like a Guernsey cow. Every now and then he swatted that sweet upturned ass.
