WARNING: Not only does this story contain homosexual sex scenes, which some people (strangely) find offensive, and non-consensual mind control stuff, which is a bit scary, it also contains some really evil stuff (in its biblical context). So please don't read any further if any of these things are going to upset you. Or if you do read on, don't blame me because I warned you. Enjoy. magister@academy.net.au THE DEVIL AND ANDY GOODE It was a cold November morning when I left Shriveport Alabama. My parents came to see me off at the bus station, as well as my girlfriend Alice. I had just turned eighteen, and I had got my scholarship to UCLA. It was going to take two days on the bus to get there, and it was going to be my first time away from home. I was a typical small town boy who ended up with the girl next door, and even if I wasn't captain of the football team, I had come pretty close. So now I was off on my own, off to a place overrun with evil and devils according to my father. I didn't believe in evil or devils...then. The bus was fairly deserted, with only eight passengers - me, an old couple, two marines, and a mother with two young children. We spread ourselves out over the seats, no group too close to any other. I slouched down in my seat and pulled my hat down over my eyes, thinking I could get a bit of sleep and make the trip go a bit faster. I only seemed to have been asleep for a few minutes, when I woke up with some guy sitting beside me. I thought it was pretty rude for someone to crowd me while there were so many empty seats on the bus, but then I started wondering where he had come from. We weren't supposed to stop anywhere for at least another hour, and I knew he wasn't on the bus when we left. I turned to look at him, and was struck by how powerful he looked. He was like those millionaire businessmen you see on the news - he had this look like he new what he wanted and knew how to get it. I thought it was strange that a guy like him, business suit and all, would be travelling anywhere on some broken down bus. I figured his limo must have broken down on the side of the road, and we'd stopped to pick him up while I was asleep. It seemed the most logical explanation. He turned and smiled at me, and I felt the flesh creep along my spine. Not that there was anything wrong with him. He was handsome, middle-aged, well groomed, and had the most amazing smile. But his eyes were so dark, they looked almost black. He held out his hand to me, and I automatically put mine out to shake hands. "Hi, Andy, nice trip so far, hey?" It took me a minute to realise he knew my name, and I was about to ask him if we'd met before, when a strange tingling seemed to flow from his hand to mine. I stared into his eyes, and they seemed to grow and grow, like I was looking down some dark long tunnel that had no end. I tried to panic, but nothing seemed to work. I thought if I could move I could attract someone's attention, let them know something weird was happening, but I couldn't blink, let alone move my head. I was paralysed, and I felt myself falling deep into his eyes. What seemed an eternity later, the spell was broken, and I felt in control of my body again. I let go his hand, but still looked at him. I still felt a bit strange and disoriented, but I also felt like I could trust this man completely, and, even though he was a stranger, I felt that I should do anything he told me. I knew there was something wrong with that, but my mind couldn't focus on it. "Now, Andy, may I look at your wallet?" "Sure." I got out my wallet and handed it over, while some deep part of my mind was trying to tell me there was something strange about that. "Well, look here, this must be the girlfriend Alice. A pretty little thing. I might have to pay her a visit. Andy, when we get to the end of the trip, you'll have to call her up and tell her it's all over between you, won't you." "Yes, sir." "In fact, you should tell her that you never loved her at all, because you don't love her, do you?" "No, sir." Again, some little voice was shouting out that I did love her, and that I wasn't going to call her, but as soon as he said something, I felt that it was real and true, and I was already thinking about how I was going to tell Alice we were through. He waved his hand, and the picture of my (ex) girlfriend seemed to disapear in a puff of smoke, like some magician's trick. He then removed my bus ticket and looked at it. "We'll want you to stay overnight at this little hotel I know. It won't matter if you're a bit late getting to LA. I don't think it's going anywhere." I watched as the printing on the ticket seemed to squirm across the front of the ticket, turning it from a one-way express to a stop over fare. I should have been terrified, but on the outside I stayed calm and trusting. Deep inside, though, I was cowering in fear. "Now, let's get a good look at you." He handed me back my wallet and turned to give me a 'once over'. "Well, of course, this hat will have to go." He pulled my stetson off my head, and with the flick of his wrist, it disappeared like the photo. "You have such nice blond hair and blue eyes, we don't want to hide them, do we. Although the hair is a bit of a mess." He pulled a comb out from his pocket and started combing out my unruly hair, patting it down and combing it forward over my forehead. I was helpless to do anything, and just sat there like a three year old kid. "You can keep the jeans and the boots, I think, but that shirt is just too 'midnight cowboy'. What have you got underneath?" He started unbuttoning my shirt, revealing the white t-shirt I wore underneath. "Yes, that's better." The shirt followed the phot and the hat in its own puff of smoke. "You have such a good body, you should show it off." He started running his hands over my chest and arms, and through the thin material I could feel his hands were extremely hot. He looked me over like I was his prize bull that he was getting ready for the 4H show. The worst thing was, I was just sitting there letting him do it. I felt an urge to please him and obey him that wasn't natural. "There, you look more like the young stud and less like a country hick. Now, let's see how well equipped you are. Get out your dick and let me see it as hard as you can make it." I tried to stop myself, but my hands went to my fly, and I pulled out my cock and started stroking it. I should have been blushing bright red, but on the surface I was as calm as if I showed myself to a stranger every day. Normally, I'm quite impressed with my dick, but my need to please this man made it seem as if it was even bigger today, and it was straining and throbbing. I stopped rubbing it, and my hands dropped back to my sides. I looked across at him, and for some reason hoped that he was pleased with what he saw. "No, that's pretty good. At least it'll do." He reached out with his hot hands, and rubbed a finger along the length of the shaft, and a fingernail over the exposed head. I had never felt such agony and ecstasy before. No one had ever touched my cock before except Alice and myself, but this was so much more pleasurable and painful. I was embarrassed to be even the slightest bit turned on by a man, but here I was letting some pervert stroke my shaft on the back of some bus. "Yes, it'll do. Now, Andy, I want you to sit here and keep that rod hard for me, understand? But you mustn't come. In fact, you won't be able to come until I let you. Okay?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy. I'll be back in a bit." As he moved off down the aisle, it suddenly hit me just how exposed I was. Anyone coming down to the back of the bus would see me here with my hard dick waving like a flag pole. Deep inside, I felt a massive burst of guilt, shame and anger, but all that was held down by whatever he had done to me, because on the outside, I just sat there calmly, occasionally rubbing my cock to keep it stiff and ramrod straight. I saw the stranger walking to the front of the bus where the two marines were sitting, quietly talking to each other. He seemed to introduce himself, and I saw him shaking hands, and I wondered if he was going to do the same thing to them. He talked for a while, and once or twice pointed down in my direction. The two mariness looked back at me, with smiles on their faces. Both of them were in their twenties, with dark hair cut short in the marine style. They had on their uniforms and must have been returning from leave. Eventually, they stood up with the stranger and started heading back to where I was sitting. I tried everything I could think of to get my hands to hide my cock, but they just lay there around my pole, and I lay exposed to the world. "Andy, this is John and this is James. I've told them about your equipment, but they wanted to come back and see for themselves." I didn't know whether these guys were gay or under the influence of the stranger, but they took a great interest in my exposed dick. James sat down next to me and started rubbing my cock, stroking the shaft and circling his finger over the head. John climbed into the seat in front, and leaned back over the headrest to watch what was going on. "I'll leave you boys to play, while I go and do some odd jobs. Andy, I want you to please these two men, and you do everything they tell you. I'll be back a little later to check up on you. Okay?" "Yes, sir." I was left with these two marines, as the stranger somehow seemed to fade out of sight. "Your friend told us you were a virgin looking for some action. Is that true?" "No, sir, I'm not a virgin. I've had sex with my girlfriend a couple of times." This made them both laugh. "I don't mean sex with a woman. Have you ever made love to a real man before?" "No, sir." "That's good. Me and my buddy John here are going to give you a crash course in the right way to please a man. That sound okay to you?" "Yes, sir. That sounds fine." I was screaming inside, and felt like crying, but I knew my body was going to go along with anything these soldiers wanted. I was a helpless puppet in their hands. James leaned forward, and I could feel his hot breath on the head of my cock, and then the warm moisture of his tongue as it made small circles on the sensitive purple flesh. I felt electric pulses going up and down my body as his tongue moved in ways I'm sure Alice had never heard of. He opened his mouth wider, and started taking the head into his mouth. I could feel the gentle pressure of his teeth and massage of his tongue and palate, and I closed my eyes as the feelings became more intense. When I opened them, I was looking straight at John, where he knelt on the seat in front of me. "It's great having your cock sucked by a guy, isn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Your friend said you'd like it." What my 'friend' had forgotten to say was that I couldn't come until he told me, and he had left without telling me. That meant that James was doing a great job, but there was no way I could let loose my packet. He started pushing his mouth up and down along the shaft, and I was moaning softly as the pressure built up with nowhere to go. I think James realised that I wasn't going to come, or maybe he was just playing with me, because he pulled away, leaving my shaft moist and throbbing in the suddenly cold air. He reached for his own pants, and soon had his own not inconsiderable dick exposed to the world. I had never taken any interest in other men's equipment after a short phase of adolescent comparisons to make sure I was developing 'properly', but now all I could do was focus on his shaft as it stood out palely against the dark green trousers. "Come on, boy, it's time you returned the favour." He placed a hand behind my head, and pulled me toward his cock. Again, I tried to struggle, but my body wouldn't respond. I found my tongue reaching out to give his shaft the same attention he gave mine. At first, it was just a mechanical action, as I took a man's cock into my mouth for the first time, but above my head James was whispering words like 'you love it boy' and' you can't get enough of man meat', and as he whispered each phrase, I found I was believing it, and I started getting into the process. I had to have his cock in my mouth, and I was stroking my mouth up and down until my neck and cheeks ached with the unaccustomed exercise. I hated what was happening to me - in my wildest dreams I had never fantasised about going down on another man, but here I was becoming a real cocksucker. I prayed that it was some bad dream, and soon the bus would arrive somewhere and I would wake up, and all this would never have happened. But I didn't wake up. Instead, James exploded in my mouth, with what seemed to be gallons of cum. At first I started to pull away, but under his whispered guidance, I started slurping it up as if it was the greatest stuff I had ever tasted. I licked his shaft and pubic hair clean, eager to get every drop. Deep down, I had gone beyond shame, and was just hoping that it would all be over. However, John declared it was his turn, and while James knelt on the seat in front, shielding us from the view of the driver, John got out his thin but long cock, and explained how he was going to fuck me. Now, sucking cock was one thing, but my stomach twisted at the thought of this invasion. I wanted to scream out to the driver, to the old couple - anyone who could help. Instead, all I said was "Yes, sir." and dropped my pants to my ankles. John sat back on the seat, and he used his spit to lubricate my ass. At first is was uncomfortable, but as he told me to relax, I relaxed. As he told me to keep quiet, I found myself groaning only softly. Then he started lowering me onto his lap, as the unfamiliar feeling of another man's cock sliding into my deepest recess filled me completely. John kept whispering, "You love it, don't you, boy. You love having some guy inside you like that. You love being fucked." And as he said it, the part of me under the spell believed it, and it became true, and I found myself groaning "Yes, sir. Fuck me, please sir." Again, John exploded inside me, but I was unable to come at all. My cock had gone numb because of what it had been through, but it was still solid and erect. My ass ached from it's deflowering, but I now believed that I loved it, and wanted more. As we swapped seats and I wiped off the spilled cum with a spare pair of underpants my mother made me carry in my overnight bag, I began to wonder what happened now. The two marines were joking and laughing about what a good time they'd had, but I still couldn't put my cock away or come. My hand actually still stroked it every now and then, adding to the discomfort. Then, as quietly as he appeared the first time, the stranger was back, and took in the situation at a glance. "Oh, Andy, I'm sorry I forgot about that little 'don't come' thing. I'm sure our Johnny here can take care of that. John, why don't you suck off young Andy, and, Andy, I want you to come in his mouth after, say, a count of one hundred." "Yes, sir." John started mouthing my rod, as the stranger walked off and spoke quietly to James. I was slowly counting to one hundred, and it was the longest count I can ever remember. My whole groin was on fire from the need to come. "...98, 99, 100!" I almost screamed as I exploded in John's mouth, and I must have pumped a couple of gallons into him before I was finished. I started to relax after releasing the tension of an erection I had maintained for over an hour, when I noticed John was looking at me with a strange expression on his face. He moved toward me, and I realised he was going to kiss me. Normally, I would have run miles before kissing another man, but the spell made me lean forward and open my mouth in anticipation. At first I was startled as my mouth was flooded with liquid, but then I realised he must have kept my cum in his mouth, and now he was returning it. We must have spent the next fifteen minutes exploring each other's mouth as we shared liquids and tongues. We were finally interrupted by the return of the stranger and James. "It looks like you gentlemen have had a good time. Now, marines, it's time to pay up. I think a hundred dollars each would do." It took me a moment to realise what he meant, but as the two men brought out their wallets and handed over the money, I realised they were paying for my services. This would have made me even more furious, if i hadn't already been shamed beyond endurance. He may have me acting like some fag cocksucker, but inside I was still straight, and from a good christian home. The two marines went back to their seats, and the stranger returned to the seat beside me. "I think you can put that thing away now, Andy." He indicated my cock, still hanging between my legs. With some feeling of relief, I slipped it back inside my jeans. I hoped we would soon be finished with whatever game he was playing, and I could get my life back. "Now, Andy, we're not finished yet. I've got you for twenty-four hours, so get used to it. I want you to take this money and put it away. It's yours after all. And by the grins on those boy's faces, I'm sure you earned it." I automatically put the two hundred dollars in my wallet, and then sat patiently waiting for what this devil had in mind. Okay, what can he do to me in twenty-four hours? All I had to do was hold on. Don't give in. Pray for salvation. *********** In part two, Andy gets introduced to some more sordid activities, before he is finally released back to his 'normal' life. Please stay tuned, and maybe you should bring a crucifix next time, just in case...