Chapter 1

His hand shaking with exhaustion, John Henderson carefully drew the chalk across the rough warehouse floor completing the last line of the glyph. Sitting back upon his heels, the 15 year old boy took a deep breath and wiped his brow with his forearm. He glanced longingly at his lunch box that was sitting against the far wall. A solid week of fasting could sure take it out of a fellow. Pushing the thoughts of the thick roast beef sandwich and cool juice that was waiting for him out of his mind, He began slowly examining the pattern on the ground making sure it was absolutely correct. At this stage of the game there was no room for error.

Convinced that it was correct he stood and walked over to an old table. He donned the silk robe that he had painstakingly sewn by hand. Picking up his notes, he reviewed his next steps. It was unnecessary, he had burned the information into his mind through long hours of study.

Setting the papers down, he went around the perimeter of the circle lighting the candles stationed at each of the cardinal points. He then lit the incense sitting in the old bowl that was centered in the triangle. John stepped into the circle making sure that he did not smudge any of the lines. He faced the triangle and closed his eyes.

Focusing on his breath, he began inhaling and exhaling in the cycle the book required just as he had done each day previously for the last month. His mind and body relaxing to the scent of the incense, he began building the sigil of summoning in his mind.

The feeling in the warehouse darkened as John began chanting. The harsh, guttural language filled the air as his voice grew louder. A small wind began blowing through the building as he started the second stanza. John didn't notice the wind as he was focused on the sensual ecstasy that was filling him, sending bolts of almost sexual pleasure through his body. His voice became harsher as the words of the ancient language began pouring out of his mouth.

Loud sounds of voices moaning in pain dimly encroached upon his mind as his chanting reached a fevered pitch. It took every bit of John's will to stay focused and channel the ecstasy that was threatening to overwhelm him into the sigil of summoning that was burning brightly in his mind. He felt his cock harden as he began the third stanza. John threw back his head screaming the words as his hands clawed the air above him.

In one last act of will, He screamed out the name of power as his cock began spurting stream after stream of cum into his pants.

"KAFEELI!"

John fell to his hands and knees, gasping for air and trembling as his body recovered from the massive orgasm. His sweat covered body drenched his clothes. He watched as it dripped from his forehead onto the concrete under him.

"You rang?"

Shocked by the sound of the voice John slowly lifted his head. His bleary eyes first noticed the expensive Italian leather shoes that was standing in the middle of the triangle. His eyes followed from the top of the shoes up the legs and body until he was looking into the swarthy face of an elegant looking middle aged man. The full white hair that framed his face was trimmed to perfection. His glittering dark eyes seemed to radiate confidence.

"Ww ... hoo are you"

"Come now, young man. Do you honestly think that after you summoned me that I would believe that you don't know who I am?"

"Kafeeli?"

"Right in one! Now, what do you want?"

John picked himself off the floor eyeing the older man warily. He glanced around, trying to calculate if he could make it out the door.

"I really wouldn't leave that circle, if I were you. The consequences would be rather unpleasant, at least for you."

"What do you mean?" John asked nervously.

"What I mean, young sir, is that at this moment you are exactly nothing to me. If you step out of that circle before the ritual is properly ended I have every right to kill you and no reason not to. The purpose of this ritual is to make you something to me and by doing so can place you under my protection rather than my wrath. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Do you still wish to leave the circle right now?"

"Uhh ... No."

"Pity," He said "Now that's out of the way let's get down to business. What do you want?"

John examined the man closely as his mind raced furiously. The man seemed to be willing to give him a moment to collect his thoughts as he stood there. John's mind finally clicked and he remembered the reason that he performed the ritual.

"Randi Wheeler. I want Randi Wheeler to be my girlfriend."

John became afraid as the man's eyes began to bulge and his face reddened in anger. The temperature dropped thirty degrees instantly. The man spoke to John in hard measured tones.

"You dare ... summon a Vice-Regent of Hell to handle puppy lust? I am Kafeeli. Entire nations have been destroyed at my whim and you call me to get laid?"

"Yes, the book said I could. It says, you have to obey me."

"You read it wrong. I do not obey any human for any reason."

Kafeeli reached in to his coat pocket and pulled out a small leather book and opened it.

"Come here, young man and I will show you."

John started to step forward and then remembering Kafeeli's earlier warning stopped short.

"Uh no thanks, I'll stay right here if you don't mind."

"Damn!, anyhow, the answer remains the same. I do not take orders from humans. We might, however, be able to come to an arrangement."

"Arrangement?"

"Yes, arrangement. Nothing in Hell is free. Tanstaafl (There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch)has never been more true than here. What is your name? I can't keep calling you "young man" all day?".