The cold was paramount on his body, his feet almost stuck to the ice on the ground, almost preventing him moving his naked body to keep it warm. The darkness was only kept at bay from the candles on the rock side, allowing him to observe the vastness of the gates in front of him. His heart was beating fast despite being frozen. As if by magic another naked person appeared, then another. Something silenced them all, although all of them were thinking the same.
"Where were they?" was the mutter from many.
Maxwell had an idea, although he did not wish to believe it as he stood there, simply waiting and covering his dignity up.
More appeared. Still completely silent. He looked around and saw that there were young and old amongst them. He swore he spotted that outspoken anti lgbt politician in the growing crowd too. A woman with the biggest tits he'd ever seen and a skinny twink, next to a hot model. The crowd was growing, heating up the area but only slight.
Suddenly he spotted a guy he knew from college in the crowd. Maxwell's main bully, he was the most vicious boy in the entire college. Maxwell was a little confused what was happening, some looked frightened, others as confused as he was. He looked over at the guy he knew and saw fear had overtaken his face.
Maxwell was a good kid, if this was where he thought he was then he knew the only reason he had landed up in this position was because of his sexuality. He always stood proud of who he was, despite still being a nineteen-year-old virgin. His biggest regret was not losing his virginity. However, what confused him the most was how he had landed here tonight. He couldn't remember anything of the past few hours, certainly not passing away.
Suddenly the gates began to open and the ice below their feet began to melt. A few fell into the vastness below and the flames encased them. Everyone began to move quickly through the gates has others fell. Screams could be heard both from the ones that were unlucky and the ones from inside the gates already.
Maxwell looked above him and glanced at the size of the entrance alone. The sky was a mixture of grey, black, silver and a little red, not dissimilar to the Northern lights, only with a sinister overtone. It left him desperately uncomfortable. He then noticed something flying above from the distance as they descended, they looked no more than crows or even vultures hovering, but Maxwell was aware they were more sinister than that. His heart sank further.
Slowly the flying Beasts descended downwards as the masses moved forward. The heat was making him sweat now. It was strange how he had become so hot so quickly.
He watched has the skinny twink was suddenly picked up by the balls and being slapped against some rocks by one of the flyers.
Swooped up by a beast twice the size of the biggest body builder that Maxwell had ever seen in the magazines he had stashed under his bed. With jet black skin glistening and layers of muscle. The outlined body of a man yet not altogether human and their faces were a mixture of dragon and dog.
The twink had no clue that his capture had beautiful wings the size of a two-man plane but with a beauty about them. All scaled like a reptile. Then a red one swooped down a grabbed the model. Hysteria then set into the crowd and people ran in all directions. Some fell and were crushed by the stampede. The anti lgbt politician was next to go and it continued as people moved inside.
Suddenly in front of Maxwell a flyer landed. Only this one was white in colour and more human features. The flyer looked directly at Maxwell and began to speak in an ancient tongue, but to his surprise he understood every word. It was as though it was embedded inside of him. The flyer was calming and kind towards Max.
"Maxwell Florence, you need to come with me, you are not to stay here. But first you must place this round your neck."
It was a collar made of a metal he had never seen. Has the beast passed the collar to the boy he felt the Beasts hands were soft, silk like. The collar simply said visitor, the beast smiled and confirmed "you are not to stay; it will protect you." The beast gazed at the boy with a less hostile look. "I am here to show you what will happen to that bully, mount yourself on my back and we will go, hang on tight the flames of hell are below us."
"Yes sir," Maxwell spoke in tongues and in what he thought was an appropriate way. He straddled on the back of the beast, feeling it's silk like skin against his youthful body. Little did Maxwell knew the collar had changed; the collar now read faggot. It didn't change the fact he wouldn't be staying and that he was protected from the evil in the valley of death below.
"I don't wish to alarm you, but I will make the ride comfy and safe for you."
At that point he felt something insert inside his virgin hole, he moaned uncontrollably. The beast chuckled knowing this happened each time such boys are summoned for witnesses, although he was aware that the handle type natural hook had secured the boy as well as delivering the natural submissive pleasure.
Soon he noticed the flight of the other Beasts. Some white like the one he was on with their charge on their back in comfort. Others red grey green and black. Some of the Beasts passengers were in their arms, others weren't so lucky being dragged by their genitals or by the thick chains round their necks.
"Listen!" the beast told Maxwell, so he did, only to hear the cries of the fallen being dragged through hell.
Maxwell spotted the model again. His neck had a thick iron round it, his tits had big tit rings through them and his wrists round his back, his legs were stretched over the back of the beast, with his ankles in shackles joining to the legs of the beast by chains and the Beasts own shackles. He also had something up his ass too, only it was far bigger than the one inside Maxwell. Maxwell got the impression that it wasn't at all pleasant due to the scales on the Beasts back and the look on the models face through a ball gag that truly looked like an eyeball, looking out at the journey ahead.
He looked directly at Maxwell. They both seemed to have understood each other's predicament. Very different in many ways. Maxwell knew he would be leaving. The model, Alf would never have such an escape.
Such different futures, however, one simple thing did unite them both. They both sported hard-ons dripping with pre cum.
"He sold his sole for a charmed life, so he will serve to the end of eternity to the demon that he made a deal with," he paused "he will serve him well, I'm sure", the charge laughed, "may that be a lesson to you" chuckling once again as they swung in another direction.
"Hell is vast, imagine if it was a planet, it would be a million times the size of earth, with layer upon layer. It is on a different plain and cannot be compared to anything humans understand, with port holes throughout and caves, valleys, dungeons, caverns and castles and even natural amphitheatres where the fallen are punished for the enjoyment of millions of demons. It is untrue that demons are pure evil, but simply the jailors of evil."
Maxwell shuddered at that thought alone. The charge hovered and told the boy to look down. He witnessed something that reminded him what he envisaged what the eye of the storm to be like. Every so often he saw a black charge exit or enter the darkness. Sometimes with a human on their back, others being dragged and often with the flying charges leaving with no humans in tow.
