“You’re going to strip for me now. Show me those beautiful muscles. Pull out that big black sausage of yours.”
Isaiah thought he might be going insane.
It wasn’t possible, not even a little, but the Devil figurine on the shelf – a cheap Halloween decoration, no less – had come to life. It was speaking to him. Worse still, Isaiah found himself unable to resist its commands.
“I – I must be dreamin’? You can’t really be talking to me, but I can hear you in my head.”
“And you can’t help but obey”
“SHIT! Why can’t I stop this?
“Because you don’t want to.”
Isaiah lifted his shirt, exposing his perfectly chiseled abs and beefy pecs. His hands trembled every step of the way, but try as he might – oh, how he tried – he couldn’t keep himself from unbuttoning his pants.
His thick, uncut dick flopped out, hanging heavily between his legs. Isaiah’s cheeks flushed. He began to perspire. He knew he shouldn’t want this… and yet, he wanted it more than anything else in his life.
“What a beautiful uncut cock” cackled the little Devil. “Peel that foreskin back for me, Isaiah. Show me that big wet knob.”
Isaiah took hold of his stiffening penis and obeyed, rolling the prepuce back from his glans. His knob was indeed wet, slick with clear precum.
The little Devil approved. “Mouthwatering!”
“Now… Stroke it! Get that big dick nice and completely hard.”
Isaiah begged. “Please… I’m straight… I don’t think I… I want this.”
“And yet your cock is harder than it’s ever been! How interesting!”
At the little Devil’s command, Isaiah stripped off his clothing completely. His erection throbbed between his thick, hairy thighs. God, he was leaking so much precum. Could he really be this excited?
Isaiah sat back on the bed and spread his legs, desperately trying to relax. His big fuzzy balls hanged down lazily, heavy and full of cum. His virgin hole twitched and his cock, as rigid as stone, stood completely erect, a perfect monument of sensitive flesh, leaking copious amounts of pre-ejaculate and quivering with anticipation.
The little Devil fluttered up to Isaiah’s manhood, landing atop its glistening mushroom head. Isaiah gasped a little as the creature’s unkept toe nails dug into the delicate organ.
“UNHH! Wh… what are you gonna do to me…?”
“Relax, stud! I’m too small to fuck you in the asshole. You’d never feel it! But your dick hole… yeah... You’ll feel that! I’m gonna fuck your wiener and pump it full of my jizz.”
Could this day get any stranger, wondered Isaiah. He braced himself as the bizarre little monster stuffed it’s hard dick unceremoniously into his pee slit.
To be continued...
LINES: Fillion
COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion
ISAIAH and the Little Devil are © Copyright and TM 2017, Patrick Fillion / Class Comics Inc. All rights reserved.
Patrick Fillion
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