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count and I’ve only delivered twelve men to you.”
    “Yes, twelve . . . plus you.”
    Jason felt his skin go cold and his erection deflated like a punctured balloon. “What are you talking about?”
    Andros stepped close to him, reaching out and running his fingers down his cheek. “You were always to be the thirteenth soul.”
    Jason batted the demon’s hand away and sidestepped him, inching his way to the door. “I’m not part of the bargain. The deal was that I provide you with the souls of thirteen homosexual men and you grant me my wish to be straight. That’s the deal, we shook on it.”
    “Silly mortal,” Andros said with a laugh. “You think demons know anything of honor or fairness? You think that handshake sealed a promise of some kind? You should know better than to take a demon at his word. We are liars by our very nature.”
    Jason had almost reached the door when Andros made his move. The demon was so fast that he registered only as a blur. Andros was there by Jason’s side, seizing his arm in a vise-like grip and jerking him toward the closet.
    “This can’t be,” Jason whined, trying to resist but being dragged along nonetheless. “What about the reformed lesbian that sold me the copy of Transformations ? You healed her.”
    “She isn’t reformed; she’s still a pussy-licker extraordinaire. No, she’s merely one of my faithful servants, offering her services to help me perform my sacred duty.”
    “What duty?”
    Andros grabbed Jason roughly by the hair and brought his face close. Jason could smell sulfur on the demon’s breath. “To punish pansy-ass homosexuals like yourself who don’t have the balls to accept who they are.”
    “Where are you taking me?” Jason said, renewing his efforts to pull loose of Andros’s grasp, all to no avail.
    “I’m taking you to hell, of course. But don’t worry, there’s no fire, no brimstone, no souls crying out in agony. Hell is a more personal affair.”
    Jason screamed then, hoping one of his neighbors would hear and come to his rescue. But Andros yanked him into the closet and the door swung shut behind them.
    Only they weren’t in the closet. Gone were the clothes, the hangers, the rod, even the walls. Instead there was only a black void that seemed both limitless and claustrophobic at the same time. As Jason’s eyes began to adjust to the gloom he made out a writhing mass in the distance. The sounds came next—moans and grunts and squeals and gasps. The scene came into sharper focus, as if without moving Jason had somehow gotten closer. It was the twelve men Jason had delivered to Andros, all of them naked and covered in sheens of sweat, seeming to be joined into one being as their flesh melded in a raw, animalistic orgy. Hard cocks plunged into tight asses, rigid members suckled by hot, hungry mouths, juice spurting into every available orifice, faces bathed in the transcendent light of orgasm. Jason was so hard it was almost painful, his erection straining to join the festivities. He tried to step forward but found himself bound in place by heavy, rusty chains.
    “Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Andros said, stepping up next to the immobilized Jason. The demon was completely naked, his chest sprinkled with a fine dusting of dark hairs. A ten inch cock with large mushroom head pointed straight up from a tight nest of pubic hair, balls slicked with sweat hanging low like ripe fruit. “They certainly are having fun, aren’t they? And they never tire. They never go soft.”
    Jason made a mewling sound that spoke of hunger and desire. He strained against his chains, but they were sturdy and seemed to get tighter the more he struggled.
    “This is your hell,” Andros said intimately into his ear. “For eternity you get to watch the orgy, but you never get to join in, never even get to touch yourself.”
    Without another word, Andros walked over to the pile of flesh and rammed his large dick into Robbie’s ass, causing the man to cry