Hell Bound (5 page)

Craig's mind was reeling with this new information, and tears sprung to his eyes. He was partly responsible for another life; he had killed a man, even if it was accidental. He sank to his knees as the thoughts raced around his mind. Maybe he was a terrible person, after all. Remorse? Of course he felt remorse! The man in the video was dead! And it was partly his fault. After all, if he hadn't tackled the man, the gun might never have gone off. Maybe the robber was using it as a scare tactic and had never intended to shoot. Craig would never know for sure.

The Devil spoke again. "The time has come to atone for your actions. Are you truly sorry for what you have done?"

Karawan started to speak, "Of course he's—" but Craig reached out and touched his arm, stopping his words.

Craig stood up and looked into the Devil's eyes. "No. No, I am not sorry."

The Devil looked vaguely surprised, and then amused. "Very well. Then your punishments with Karawan shall continue. Oh, and Karawan, I will forgive you this transgression of questioning me since you are but a young demon, but you will be wise not to do so again. Understood?"

Karawan gave a deep bow. "Yes, my Lord."

"Good. Now, get out of here!" the Devil bellowed. The trio turned to leave, but the Devil spoke again. "Except for you, Moloch."

Karawan gave Moloch a sympathetic look and mouthed "sorry" to his friend. He then took Craig by the arm and led him out of the Devil's chambers. He rounded a few corners, and then opened a non-descript door. Inside, was a plush chair and lavish cushions strewn about the room, all black and red; it made Craig wonder if there were any other colors in Hell. The walls of the room were bookcases, and they were filled with practically every book that had ever been written.

"Where are we?" Craig asked.

"This is my room," Karawan answered, "but that's not important right now. Why did you do that? You could have been in Heaven! I saw your face; I know you were... are sorry."

Craig hesitated before he answered. "Karawan, if I had said I was sorry, we would have been separated. I would never have seen you again. I couldn't bear to live like that, even in paradise. My heaven is here, with you. So, yes, I am sorry that a person's life was taken because of me, even a life like his. But, I didn't lie. Because I'm not sorry that it happened, because it brought me to you."

Karawan's anger vanished. "I don't understand... you want to stay with me?"

"Yes!" Craig exclaimed. "When I was alive, I had a couple of boyfriends, but none of them have made me feel the way you do. You are warm and generous, and you care. You genuinely care. I didn't know demons could do that. I didn't know they had hearts."

"I did not know that, either," Karawan admitted. "But I suppose we are beings, just like anything else. With emotions and free will, just like you."

Craig grinned and bridged the gap between them. He wrapped his arms around Karawan's torso in an embrace. "No matter how often they ask me," he said, "I will never be sorry."

Karawan returned the man's hug and let his hands trail down to Craig's buttocks. "Wait. You realize that this means you will never climax. You will never feel pleasure as I do."

"It's a small price to pay," Craig answered. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around Karawan's cock, gently gliding them up and down the shaft until he grew hard. Karawan moaned, threw his head back, and closed his eyes. He quickly sat on a nearby pillow, and Craig followed suit.

Craig's hand curled into a fist, and he began pumping up and down. His muscles strained as he worked on Karawan's cock. Karawan began to grunt, and he reached down subconsciously to take Craig's cock into his hand. The men kissed as their fists motioned over and over, each working furiously to bring each other to climax. Suddenly, Craig let out a sharp moan, and Karawan felt warm, sticky liquid on his belly. Karawan was so surprised that he quickly forgot about his own orgasm. He looked at Craig, "Did you just..."

Craig, looking equally bewildered, nodded. "Um, yeah, I did."

"How did this happen?" Karawan stood up and walked to his chair; he reached underneath and pulled out a black towel. He wiped off his stomach and tossed the towel to Craig, who cleaned himself up.

Craig shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe this is punishment somehow, like I'm getting one last taste of what it felt like?"

Just then, Moloch burst into the room. "There you are! I have been looking everywhere for you two."

"Moloch!" Karawan exclaimed. "I thought you would be gone."

"Gone? Me? Oh, no."

"Then, why did he need to see you?" Karawan asked.

"Ah, well, he wants me to explain to you what has happened. He knew that it would not be long until you both gave into your... desires." A sly grin appeared on Moloch's face.

"So, wait," Craig spoke up, "you're saying that he knows about us?"

"Of course he does," Moloch answered. "He's not a complete idiot, you know."

"Then, he knows how I really feel... about when I died."

"Right again, boy!" Moloch replied as he eyed Craig up and down. Suddenly, Craig knew what a piece of meat felt like. "Hmm, you are smarter than most of the humans we see around here, I can see why Karawan took a liking to you."

Karawan blushed at the statement, his face growing a slightly darker shade of red. "Moloch... were you not supposed to be explaining something?"

"Oh, all right, all right! The Devil knew about you two, and he knows that Craig, well, lied about his remorse. However, he has been around the block once or twice, and he has seen this kind of thing before. You know, where the torturee falls in love with the torturer?"

Moloch batted his eyelashes at Craig before he continued, "Anyway, he may rule Hell, but he is not completely without feeling. He has determined that since the human here has refused entry into Heaven, and since he technically does feel remorse about part of his actions, all of his restrictions will be lifted. The Devil isn't all bad. Who knew?" He nodded to Karawan. "Of course, you can still punish him if you want to. But I want to watch!"

"Wait," Craig started, "the Devil has a heart? But, what was with all of the fire and the brimstone?"

Moloch laughed. "Theatrics, darling. He knows of his reputation up there, and he likes to be able to put on a show every now and again. Anyway, have fun, you two." With that, Moloch fairly bounced out of the room.

Neither man moved for a while, as they were staring at the spot Moloch just left. After a moment, Craig turned to look Karawan in the eyes. "So, I guess I get to have my Heaven, after all."

Karawan enveloped the human into a hug. "So it seems. I appear to have gotten mine, as well."

With a twinkle in his eye, Craig tugged on Karawan's arm, pulling him toward the door. "So, what do you say, should we get on with that 'punishment' now."

Karawan threw his head back and laughed. "Anytime you wish." He took hold of Craig's hand as he led him out of the room and toward the dungeon. He had a feeling that the pair of them would be spending a lot of time there.

Alina Ray
, a Florida native, earned her bachelor's in history from the University of Maryland - University College in August of 2011. She loves doing research and collecting history books. She is a sucker for a good historical biography, and will read as many as she can. Aside from writing and reading, Alina loves spending time with her family in the Florida sun. She is often found at Disney World, the beach, or in a museum. She also loves to travel and visiting tourist traps are a high priority in her world. If she doesn't come home with a tacky souvenir, she considers it a sub-par trip.

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