Chapter 1
"Satan, this doesn’t seem right to me." Jesus spoke head down with his hands on his chest, grabbing the thin white cloth he was wearing. "Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle." Satan whispered in Jesus’ ear, holding his shoulders from behind. "Don’t you want to have a good time with me?" He smiled at Jesus, who was standing in the middle of the room, looking toward the door, and undecided whether to let Satan carnally penetrate him or leave his room.
"I do, but I’m afraid Father will find out. He can’t know my thoughts and actions, but he can know what’s going on in the human world and in Heaven." Jesus answered, fearfully. "But not what happens down here." Said the oldest with double meaning as he passed his broad, calloused hand over Jesus’ crotch, causing him to put one hand on his chest and the other on his genitals while bringing his legs together."
"No... Satan, stop. He’ll know... I’m not there..." Satan’s kisses cut his breath. "Wh-what the fuck is that!?” Jesus reacted the moment he felt something hard pressing against his buttock. "It’s not right for such a pure soul to use such rude words." Satan bit Jesus’ shoulder and licked his neck. "Let me finish corrupting you." In a twist, they lunged at the bed, causing it to squeak and hit the wall.
"Satan, they will hear us!" Jesus panicked, referring to whoever outside the room. "Let them hear." Satan smiled mischievously. The oldest got up from the bed and dropped his pants, leaving himself in his boxers. He placed his hands on his hips and asked: "What do you think?" He looked up. At that moment, Jesus did not know how to react. What was marking under that black cloth caught his attention as if there were nothing else in the room. He was filled with desire and his body begged to touch, feel, and taste every single millimeter of Satan’s skin.
The oldest one approached the bed and laid down on Jesus’ body, kissing him over and over, leaving evident marks on his pale skin. "I can’t make these marks on you.” He mentioned because of the older man’s reddish skin. "Then, why don’t you try harder?" He looked into his eyes and began to move his hands in such a way that, quickly, managed to leave Jesus Christ half naked. "What tight underpants you wear! How can you walk with them? They are so difficult to take off that we’ll have to tear them apart." The Devil seduced. "No, wait, I have no more left!" And he tore them, exposing Jesus’ erection.
An awkward silence filled the furnished room. "Why do you stop so suddenly, Sati?"
"It’s small..." He replied.
"W-what!?" Jesus shook.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that!"
