Billy Startz was raised a proper Catholic boy. He went to Church every Sunday, read his Bible, said his prayers, sang in the choir, was polite and pious, did his best in school and got good grades. His greatest passion and skill turned out to be painting. He had a great love for painting religious scenes straight out of the Bible, painting saints, the Apostles, characters of great and small importance, Jesus himself and all other people from the most important book in his life. His proudest work to this date is still that he aided in the restoration of the local church, with his brushwork inspiring people for years to come. The skill of his work got him accepted into an art academy of some prestige in Los Angeles, and his parents said a tearful goodbye to their little boy. All in all, Billy was the model for a proper Christian boy, except for one detail.

Billy Startz was an unapologetic, unrepentant sodomite.

Oh sure, nobody really used that word anymore without sounding like some archaic religious bigot or a Biblical scholar and he was never called that out loud, or any bad name for his sexuality. But that is what Billy was. He craved men touching him, running their fingers over his slight and soft frame, playing with his chest, thighs and butt. He never had much of a manly frame: Billy was kind of small and had a very slender body. Over the course of years he kept himself in shape by jogging, creating a big, soft bouncy butt for himself. His parents told themselves what he lacked in length he made up for in skill and piousness, but the looks Billy got from some of the boys and even a few older, married men said enough. Frequently he caught them staring, only for him to masturbate vigorously in bed, praying for forgiveness for his sin the next day. He imagined what it would be like to be touched, to be held down, to be taken from behind by another man… the first time he got his fingers nice and wet and tried fingering himself, a touch to his prostate gave him a jolt of excitement that he wanted to feel over and over again.

However, he did not want to endanger his position within his home town, so he kept those feelings for himself. After all, was college not the time to experiment? He encountered difficulty however when he realized that because of his sheltered upbringing he had no idea how to approach other guys, figure out if they liked boys too and if they would perhaps want to hang out or something. Because of his religious upbringing he was something of a pariah amongst the more secular student body, being the odd duck conservative amongst the liberal flock. So Billy kept to himself, focusing on his studies and attending his local Catholic church and its meetings.

It wasn't until his final year that something happened though. Greg, who had always been one of the more outspoken, loud and, in Billy's eyes, handsome, students, had a run-in with Billy in the hallways of the campus building. Billy had been sketching the students on the lawn in front of the building to use as reference for a painting and was just packing up. Greg jokingly accused him of checking out the male student body and asked Billy if he was looking for a boyfriend. Before he could catch himself Billy had blurted out a yes. After realizing what he had said Billy tried his best to deny anything, while Greg walked off. Following him blindly it wasn't until Greg closed and locked the door to one of the empty classrooms where nobody could see them. Greg grabbed onto Billy, pinned him to a wall and kissed him.

It was Billy's first kiss, and the shock of the suddenness made it difficult for him to comprehend what had just happened. He threw himself against Greg, wrapping his arms around his neck and demanded more kisses. He wholly surrendered to the guy's wandering hands, grinding up against his leg as Greg began to play with Billy's squishy butt. Feeling himself get hard, Greg ordered Billy to his knees. Dropping like a sack of bricks, Billy got his first up-close sight of another man's dick. He began to clumsily suck it and jerk it, eventually ending up with a load of sperm on his face and in his mouth. And Billy had never been more erect in his life. Greg thanked him for his help and gave the boy some tissues. The confused Billy asked what had just happened, but Greg waved it off with a "Later."

That night there was a knock on the door of Billy's apartment. Greg was there with a bag slung over his shoulder. He let his visitor inside and demanded to talk about what had happened that afternoon. Instead of answering Greg groped Billy and shoved his tongue into the boy's mouth. He could not do anything but surrender to his "assailant" and moan lustfully. Greg dragged Billy to his bedroom, tossed the boy onto the bed and forcefully made out with him. Billy began to undress Greg as well as himself, eventually leaving the two guys naked on the bed. Greg started to jerk his prey off and offered to "make things even". While Billy had at least some sense of pride, he didn't have any at the moment and begged Greg to take him. Flipping the boy over he took condoms and lubricant from his bag, got himself wrapped up and slick, and with a slap on his big bouncy ass deflowered Billy. His treatment of the boy was rough, clumsy and not all that attentive, but the mere thought of him finally being taken more than made up for it, with Billy furiously masturbating as he was being taken from behind.

When they were done Greg declared Billy his "#1 squeeze" and promised to drop by now and then. Taking advantage of the boy's naiveté when it came to relationship Billy agreed, and over the course of months he had Greg on semi-regular visits that involved Billy getting shamelessly fucked in the ass by his fellow student. He began to fall in love with his gentleman caller, confusing an ass full of dick, latex and lubricant with romance. He tried asking Greg about this issue a few times, but the guy always either dodged the issue or told him that he had to keep their "arrangement" quiet lest he'd lose his good name. He frequently made jokes about this costing the innocence of the most innocent boy on campus. Billy laughed, but he was not entirely happy with this.

After returning to college from the Christmas break Billy had found that Greg began to change. He began to dress differently, change his hair, replaced his lenses with thick glasses and hanging out with a whole new crowd. His late-night visits to Billy for their occasional buggering became more occasional. Billy tried texting, mailing, calling or even asking Greg in person (in code of course) what was going on, but Greg was always too busy with "important things". Billy saw Greg's work change as well: from the powerful expressionism he started with, to works meant as a critique to modern society and its trappings. They almost became political cartoons: people suffering while the privileged prospered, white stick figures trampling black stick figures to chase after an ill-defined treasure, artistic renderings of titles of books surrounded by actual shredded money glued onto the canvas and painted over, and so on and so forth. It eventually struck Billy what was going on. It was almost cartoonish, and he'd have laughed if it was not for the seriousness of it all. Greg was turning into some kind of radical leftist.

The final straw came at some kind of political rally. A body of students had gathered to protest against the oppression of women. When spotting Greg standing at the edge of the group with some other students, denouncing all the evils in the world the guy said something that chilled Billy to his core. "Homosexuals want to have sex only with men because they hate women and consider themselves to be too good for them." Greg saw Billy too late, but he did saw that Billy heard him. For the first time in his life Billy became truly angry and began to scream at Greg for betraying him like this and asking why he did that. Greg simply replied "I am making up for the hate crimes I have committed. You should do so as well."

Billy knew that within the Catholic Church homosexuality was a difficult issue, and that many would love to see their fellow gay Catholics swear off their nature. He never told anyone that he was a homosexual, and knew that if anyone back home figured this out he'd be pressured into giving up who he was. But having it said like this, by Greg? If Billy would have had something in his hands he'd have struck Greg. Instead he began to cry and ran away. He kept running through LA for most of the afternoon and into the early evening, barely seeing where he was going. Eventually he crashed on some parking lot somewhere, collapsing from hunger and exhaustion. There he was found by a man who asked if he was okay and if he needed a doctor. Billy explained quickly he was alright but he would require directions back to the campus. The man, seeing a tired, hungry boy before him instead offered to buy him dinner before giving him a ride to the nearest bus stop. Realizing that he was indeed tired and hungry as well as sad and angry he accepted.

"Dinner" turned out to be a rather fancy sushi restaurant, with the man's car being a fancy European one. It turned out that the man, Franklin, was a player on the financial market, with a nice paycheck but little free time. But Franklin wasn't going to talk about his hectic job that decided the fate of millions (of dollars), he listened to Billy, who told his entire story to this rich stranger while eating sushi, real sushi and not that cheap supermarket stuff, for the first time. From the earliest days of him at home to what had happened that afternoon. Hesitant at first to be so open about his sexuality he relaxed when Franklin suggested that there was a reason he had no wife or girlfriend to go home to. Franklin's presence was somehow relaxing, making Billy feel at peace and like he did not have to hide who he was. They ate, talked, had a drink or two (Franklin did not take any alcohol because he still had to drive) and both left feeling quite good. The man offered to drive Billy to the nearest stop for a bus headed for the college campus, or if he wanted to they could keep talking over at his place.

While innocent, Billy was not dumb. He knew what Franklin was trying to do: the handsome, rich gay bachelor and the college-aged boy still exploring his homosexuality? That didn't take a genius to figure out. Billy was tired, hurt, sad, angry and upset, so he decided to go with Franklin. Marveling at the man's luxurious apartment they had another drink and sat down to talk. The sitting turned from Franklin putting an arm around Billy to the boy sitting down in the man's lap. Their talking turned to kissing, groping and Billy unbuttoning Franklin's shirt. He carried his visitor upstairs to his bedroom, gently putting him down on the big, soft bed. They began to undress each other in earnest, and before long they were having sex. Thus far Billy's experience with sex was limited to a man fucking him in the ass, but Franklin showed him just how much fun two men could have having sex and just how good it felt. Where Greg had been far rougher and more careless about what he did, the boy's second ever sexual partner was a lot more patient, skilled and thoughtful, putting the boy's pleasure before his own. Before long Billy came all over his own chest, but Franklin did not stop. It was only after a second orgasm, staining the bed sheets as well as their legs, that the man had his own release. Finding a peace he had not known before he cuddled up against Franklin as they fell asleep.

The next morning however Billy found himself being woken up. Franklin had to go to work, so he shared a breakfast with the boy before jumping into the shower. There was no time for him to take a shower himself and had to leave pretty much the moment Franklin was done. The man told him that their thing was just a one-night gig and that he didn't have time for a relationship, but he still thanked Billy for the fun and gave him "some bus fare". This turned out to be $500, leaving the boy with his thoughts, a full wallet and kind of a sore butt as he rode back to campus. Had he become a prostitute? Did he like the idea of sleeping with men for money? Or was that below him? If anything, Billy was ashamed at how he had compromised his morals like this, but he did keep the money. Back on campus he shut himself off from everyone, focusing completely on the upcoming finals. His emotions began to seep into his work, creating works coming from dark places. Billy found himself creating hellish landscapes more and more, as well as fallen angels. It was not lost upon him how he also began to make more works based on loss of innocence and the fall of Lucifer. He passed his exams with good grades, much to the pride of his parents. Even with everything that had happened Billy did not want to leave Los Angeles just yet though, which was something of a disappointment to his mom and dad. His skills had grown considerably over his years there, and he was looking forward to making a name for himself in the City of Angels.

Billy soon discovered that artists trying to make a name in LA were a dime a dozen, and they had to bring something special through the table. Through his connections within the church he managed to get commissions for religiously-themed works for a modest pay. But it was exactly that, modest. While temperance was a virtue, Billy wanted to become famous for his work. He made enough to survive, but not enough to live. Having tried a variety of means to make more money he decided to hand in a bit of his pride. He began to frequent bars where men with certain interests met. Here he would keep an eye out for the well-off guys with a taste for younger lads. He'd show interest in them, let himself be groped and giggle it off, pretend to be interested and, for a reasonable price, go home with them and, well, "give them a hand". Billy did not consider this prostitution, but merely a way to supplement his income. He was not a professional after all, merely a hobbyist. The men he went with were unlike Greg and Franklin however. They had found themselves a nice green leaf to snack on and used him as they saw fit. They tended towards the older, balding and pudgy types, who had repressed themselves for decades before letting off some steam with a boy almost half their age. Some of them had certain requests, but Billy always had the same rules: he would not do drugs, and without rubber and lube there'd be no entry. He managed to keep this up for a while, even when some "friends" got pushy. While the money got decent he doubted himself more for every man he slept with, but did not know what else to do. Having middle-aged men snort cocaine off of your butt before fucking you in the ass was no way to live after all. Right when he was about to call it quits, he attended the opening of a gallery. It paid to maintain contacts after all.

And that is where he met Ray.

Ray was, in a word, intense. He would look at a piece of the collection, took all of it in without blinking, then moving to the next. He talked to artists, seemingly reading their minds when talking about their work and deciphering their meaning on his first guess. As Ray was done with the works he talked to a few more people before ending up right in front of Billy. The man's bright blue eyes stared right through the boy as they talked about art and Billy's own work. When he told Ray that he liked to create religious works the man seemed to brighten up. He was so handsome, so intense, so smart and Billy had made him happy! Ray asked to see some of his work, and wanted to do so right away. The boy jumped at the chance and let Ray drive him to his studio. Here Billy showed off some various paintings he had been working on.

Ray seemed to gloss over most of the work, but an in-progress painting of an angel gave him pause. "Not entirely." He simply told Billy, then began to set up a canvas and grabbed paint. When the boy asked him what he was doing he simply told Billy that he was going to show him something. Ray then began to paint. His brush darted over the canvas, applying a wet-on-wet technique to rapidly paint a picture. Over the course of about 30 minutes he drew a scene set in the ocean. In the center was a figure, depending on how you looked at it a perfect human form or a beast with great jaws. When done Ray began to clean up the things he had just used. Billy however was awestruck. Not just because of the quality of the painting or how fast it was made, but because the man had painted in Billy's exact style, yet somehow better. Curves were softer, angles harder, colors contrasted more and the whole thing was just way more… right than anything Billy had ever made.

Ray then told Billy he could keep the work as a payment for the things he used. The boy almost demanded to know how he did that. Ray just shrugged and called it practice. He did offer to come back this Saturday to teach Billy some tricks, an offer that was eagerly accepted. That Saturday they spent the entire afternoon and a fair deal of the evening just sketching, painting and trading ideas. Billy had done some research and Ray's name had come up as something of a guru on the occult, a speaker of some note. Ray's ideas on Heaven, Eden, Adam and Eve, Hell and demons were all completely fascinating to Billy. Sure, they deviated from what he had learned back in Bible school, but most of the things were still there, albeit in different form. When it came to things like the First Sin, Cain and the Almighty Himself Ray fell silent. Billy would then quickly change the subject so he could keep listening to his lyrical voice. Ray seemed to understand, no, KNOW, everything what Billy was saying and thinking. He was interested, made Billy think, laugh and try new things. The boy's painting seemed to improve in a matter of hours, making it look better and better with every stroke.

After an extremely productive day Ray made Billy an offer: to make him see the world the way he did. Initially the artist laughed it off as some kind of joke, but when he saw how serious Ray was he agreed. The man put his hands (So strong! So soft!) over the painter's eyes, and when he removed them everything was different. Every color was enhanced, every line visible, every dot of paint discernible, it was impossible. No drug could work that fast without knocking Billy out or keep him that clear. So the artist took up his brush and began to paint. When the clarity started to wane Billy saw he was done. He had planned to paint a picture of Eden, only to find something that was just so much MORE than what he had imagined. Ray was very impressed as well, telling him that the painting was "pretty close".

Feeling a bit tired from all the work he retreated back to his couch. Ray took place next to him, and made no complaint as Billy took place in his lap. The boy in turn made no complaint as Ray began to kiss him, nor did he when he was lifted and carried to his bedroom. When the man started to undress him Billy shuddered with anticipation. This was met with the single largest, thickest dick he had ever seen. He pretty much threw himself at the thing, jerking and licking it to its full, imposing size. Having something that big inside of him had Billy's mouth watering already. He eagerly presented himself to Ray, who wrapped himself up and began to lubricate both himself and the painter's eager butt. Feeling such a strong, skillful hand on him was great, but it could not prepare him for what was to come. It turned out that Ray's size was matched by his skill. He knew just the right angles to thrust at, exactly where to caress Billy and when, how to hold him for the best angles yet allowing him to kiss the boy and whisper sweet nothings into his ears. Such an excellent treatment, paired with the massive shaft in his ass, meant that Billy had a monster of an orgasm in no time, staining the bed sheets. Ray did not stop however and continued to go to town on Billy's ass. He switched things up, changed positions, the angles at which he took charge but never let up, even for a second. A second orgasm soon followed, with a third one not too far behind. Billy was in ecstasy: he could no longer think or want anything but being fucked in ways no mortal could.

Of course, Ray was not mortal, but Billy did not know this.

Just before another orgasm hit Ray let out a deep, guttural groan that Billy had gotten to associate with having someone blow a load inside of his butt. The mere act of having a guy as handsome, big, charismatic and skilled fuck him like that was enough to plunge Billy into yet another orgasm, spraying only a small amount of sperm onto Ray's chest. He pulled the boy close and kissed him as he pulled out and removed his filled condom. He jokingly suggested a round two, but Billy could only whine for him not to because of how exhausted he was. Instead the man rubbed his hair, mentioned Matthew 26:41 to him and let the artist drift towards sleep.

This was the start of a wonderful relationship. Now and then Ray would visit, they'd talk for a bit, they'd make some paintings, Billy would get bent over and have his brains fucked out, only for Ray to leave either late in the evening or the next morning. He was not aware of how this relationship mimicked his one with Greg: he was visited, fucked and left shortly afterwards. But with Ray it was different. It was good. With Ray he felt safe, understood and wanted. With Ray by his side he could do anything.

As the months passed the paintings they had made started to find new owners, parting ways with Billy for some notable sums. People praised his new work, not knowing it was all thanks to another man. Ray was modest about it, allowing Billy all the fame. He no longer needed to allow chubby middle-aged men to touch him for money: his income was getting along just nice. Plus, nobody could even come close to fucking him like Ray did on such a regular basis.

When they were not painting or fucking they spent time talking. Ray seemed to be extremely knowledgeable on matters of religion, but seemed to dodge questions on where this knowledge came from. Their talks turned to matters of in-depth theology, including issues of forgiveness of sin, the nature of faith, the fallen angels who rebelled against God and the overall nature of Satan. Ray asked some rather interesting and deep questions on these topics, being seemingly rather interested in them and wanting to make Billy think about them.

Eventually this came to a head. After some particular close and intimate contact over the course of months Ray wanted to show Billy something. One moment he was standing there in the painter's new studio, the next he had been replaced by a beautiful, winged figure with a voice like poetry and the gaze of a lover. Billy dropped to his knees in supplication, kneeling before this majestic figure. When he was told to look up he saw Ray again. Helping him get over the shock of seeing a real, honest-to-God angel (his being its lover, too!), Ray began to talk. Angels like himself had helped God create the world, shape it and put everything on it. After giving Adam and Eve sapience God had just, after a moment… vanished. The Angelic Host began to scour the Heavens and Earth looking for the Creator, but they could find nothing. Some sank into torpor out of sheer sadness, others refused to believe that they had been left and continued to scour every last bit of reality to find God, while others set into motion a plan. A grand creation that would lure God, wherever He was, back to Earth and His angels to shine His light upon them all once again. This creation, simply called Babel, was to be constructed by filling humanity with faith in Him. With enough faith in God it would draw Him back to the world from wherever He might currently be.

This is why Ray had chosen Billy: his works of piety would inspire people towards faith in God, even for just a bit. Babel was very much the sum of its parts, and by doing what he did the painter was doing his part. Ray however offered to make Billy an even greater artist than he could otherwise possibly be. By infusing him with part of what the Creator had given Ray, Billy's skill with the brush would become even greater than he had ever been, allowing him to aid in creating the Beacon for God to return to His Earth. And all Billy had to do was simple: believe truly, wholly and unconditionally.

Billy accepted in tears, swearing to do what he could. The room began to glow for a moment, and it seemed that, even for a moment, he had seen a fraction of heaven. The painter immediately picked up a brush and began to paint. He felt his abilities come to him even easier than before, translating effortlessly to the canvas. His brush danced in his hand much like it did for Ray. As his first painting was done, an impression of the Tower of Babel, he asked what this all meant for their sexual relationship. Ray laughed, reassuring Billy with the knowledge that by taking the form of humans they became vulnerable to human failings. Yet they were certain that if they were to return God to the world everyone would be absolved of their sins and could join Him in Heaven.

Billy hugged Ray tightly, pledging himself to the cause. Ray smiled, rubbing Billy's head tenderly and telling him everything was going to be alright, then lifted him up to carry him to his bedroom.

From that point on Billy found that not only had his painting skills increased, but also his ability to express himself verbally. He became a lot better at selling his work, and at far better prices too. With the quality of his work increased and more money coming in Billy could finally afford the life he had always wanted, living in luxury through just selling his work, spreading the love for the Lord while at the same time doing something great for humanity, uplifting it to its full potential. For the first time in a long while he was truly happy.

What Ray (or rather, Sachiel) had not told him however that most of what he had told Billy was made up, and by making humanity as a whole more faithful it would only serve to empower the angels still present in the world. He also did not tell Billy that while he was once an angel, he had been cast out for his role in the rebellion against God and sealed away for millennia in a place devoid of God. And that he and his kin planned to separate God of his creation and usurp Him, making Him obsolete and the angels the new rulers of the world. Not only that, while Billy had been impressed with Ray from the start he had given him gentle (and not so gentle) nudges towards seeing things his way, making him easily molded via application of some mind manipulation through Sachiel's demonic powers. Oh sure, ruthlessly fucking the boy's ass was a lot of fun (you can do so much fun stuff with a penis with just a bit of shapeshifting), but it was more a means to an end. The senses-enhancing trick was quite simple as well; make someone see everything and they'll go blind.

Ray had lied, deceived, exploited and manipulated. But hey, that's what demons do.