Realm of Darkness, Part 13
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Alex and I stood up from the bed, surging with embodied demonic energy .The demons d unleased in us started to hatch, teeming and more agitated. We were now incubators of pure, incarnating wickedness. I realized that they were not maggot-like, not devouring me. They were coming to life after centuries of dormancy, the latent evil stored in them springing to life. This was their long-awaited moment, their ancient destiny to corrupt the innocent. I could not discern if they were my tools to use, or if they were using me. Or, more deliciously, were we locked in a truly wicked symbiosis?
Alex and I faced each other. His eyes, like me, were wide in surprise at the darkness surging alive inside us.
We stood holding hands and let the power of the emerging demons transfer between us. Our cocks touched, rigid and throbbing. "Close your eyes with me, Seth," he said, "And experience the cruel desire raging in me. I will also do it with you. Then we can enter Dantalion's chamber together and enter our spaces of perversity."
I hung on his phrase "spaces of perversity." I could sense every evil thought and every wicked desire in Alex's mind. The demons were negating every vestige of mercy and compassion in him and were fueling irrepressible urges. The demons aroused an unbridled appetite in Alex for control and domination—physical, mental and spiritual. Alex wanted to consume the fear and abject terror of his victims and let it bring him to the apex of pleasure that he had wanted but always suppressed. The wild, unrestrained, merciless and maybe even deadly vileness would seal Alex's pact with Satan for eternity. The demonic rush moved Alex to invoke. He circled his nipples and engaged Satan:
"Hail Satan, ruinous Master, purveyor of the joy of pain, make me your pernicious tool!
"Satan, my love and my kin in all that his evil, let me taste the liquor of terror!"
"Satan, open me to feast on dread and horror as you do!"
"My father, my brother Satan, arouse yourself on my inhumanity and join me when my torturing brings me to the pinnacle of pleasure. Hail my beloved Satan!"
He said it ritual invocation six times as his nipples enlarged. His voice became deeper, more sinister, more frightening to mortals with each repetition. Visually, his body exuded a powerful, occult beauty. He was so beguiling as a sadistic Adonis that I had to resist my urge to let him abuse me.
He spoke to me in a heartless voice, "Hail Satan, Seth! I am equipped for my room, ready to inflict agony and affliction. Affirm me, brother in darkness!"
"Hail Satan, brother Alex, go with Dantalion and glorify Satan in the ways you have always wanted," I replied
"And you?" he asked, "What is in the space Dantalion has prepared for you, Seth?"
"Corruption of innocence," I growled. The teeming demons had unchained my hidden desire . I had long stifled my urge to degrade innocent, virginal teen boys, especially identical twins. In the thrall of the demons, my passion for twins became clear, beautiful and achievable. The presence of Baphomet, Beelzebul and Dantalion affirmed me in my incredible demonic state and shared my wild desire now freed from every restriction. My depravity was about to take shape.
I am not sure if it was one of the demons or Alex, but I heard the voice of permission. "Brother Seth, what you always wanted you will have. You are Satan's corrupter. Rejoice in the loss of innocence and thrill to the souls you will lead into darkness."
It dawned on me that I was now irresistible and in control. I would no longer try to groom innocent ones that I wanted or develop techniques to lure them and seduce them. Nor would I have to be cautious about leading them into the Satanic realm. They would eagerly follow me, remain discreet, and accept me as their mentor in perverse practices. I could go into any school, any gym, any basketball court and pick the ones I wanted. Baphomet, Beelzebub, Dantalion and the legion of demons inside me were stirring me to pernicious acts to please my Lord and Master Satan.
"Invoke, Seth," Alex commanded. "So that we can enter our rooms fully possessed and worship Satan unending corrupt pleasures."
I was in a state of demonic elation, inspired to connect my deep urges with Satan. Still, I invoked for the next plateau. Like Alex, I circled my sensitive nipples, as the demons rushed into the swollen nobs.
"Hail Satan, beloved corrupter of innocence, timeless source of impurity, use me!"
"My Lord, my lover Satan, send me pure, unadulterated twins of extraordinary beauty."
"My Master Satan, my Lord Lucifer, my demonic Duke, I implore you to receive their souls and bodies as a depraved offering to your unending glory!"
Like Alex, I said it six times, pulled higher with each invoking.
The thick oak door to the Alex's worship space was gone and was replaced by a red velvet curtain. The curtain opened, and Dantalion's voice summoned us. "Enter my space, brother Alex. Come to my lair, brother Seth." We entered a hallway with several doors. I assumed that each door opened to a room of unique perversion.
Dantalion was not visible, but the demon's voice guided us down the hallway to our respective rooms. Pillars of dark, whirling smoke brushed against our bodies. "Here," the voice said, "Alex, open the door and enter the presence of Satan. Worship him with pain. Use the needles, the chains and leather, the whips and floggers, the clamps, cuffs, and gags as you will. Remember, the more that Satan rejoices in your depravity the greater your pleasures will become. As with all the rooms, Brother Alex, when you are done with your nefarious acts, and your own satisfaction is complete, your victims will belong to Satan. Now, Go!"
Alex turned, glanced at me. Pure evil emanated from his every pore. He opened the door and entered. I could hear muffled screams until the door slammed shut. I would not be permitted to witness the evil he craved and now was about to perform.
I was led to another door.
Again, Dantalion spoke, "Here, Seth, open the door and enter the presence of Satan. Go in and violate innocence. To you has been given the gift of alteration, the power to transform, and the evil authority to transmute. I have chosen your boys for you this time. Two sets of twins, all fourteen and unspoiled. In the future, you will be permitted to choose your own. I have the essence of Beelzebub on the altar, along with other cultic items. You may introduce your boys to it to seal their corruption, turn them to me and establish them as voracious lovers of cock, of men and boys."
"They will become what you want, take any form you desire, and do any degrading act that glorifies Satan. When you are done with them, they will belong to Satan. Now, Go!"
I replied, "Hail to you, Demon Dantalion and hail the Prince of Darkness, Lord Satan!" Then I turned the knob and entered my space. It was as Dantalion had said, replete with an altar adorned with candles, human and goat skulls and a large, upright silver pentagram. I also noted the small bowl filled with the essence and a bong next to it.
Then I turned my attention to the bed. What I saw fired my lust to incredible heights. Lying on the bed, fully clothed, were two sets of remarkably exquisite identical twins. One set was Caucasian, the other African-American. Stunning.
Even though I knew that I was in control, I wanted the thrill of having each of the four willingly agree to embrace darkness. Their conversion could not be coerced but rather embraced. The boys were true innocents—spiritually and physically. All were baptized and inculcated with the lies of the church. Disgust welled up in me for all who had manipulated them into becoming enslaved to the god-lie! The thought that Satan would use me to bring them to Satanic truth and Satanic practices filled me with aberrant elation.
They were not only beautiful boys, but they were virginal in every way. Of course, they had all discovered masturbation, but none had ever touched pussy or cock, and their sex channels were chaste and inviolate. All presumed that would love girls. Seducing them, corrupting them, and pleasuring them would be an expression of my Satanic devotion. They were mine, for as long as I wanted and for whatever I wanted.
The boys looked at me, puzzled. One spoke, his voice fearful and uncertain. "Why are we here? And who are you? The altar scares us. We have seen the five-sided symbol before. It is evil. We have been told to avoid evil and run from it. We are not ok here. Really."
I took the questions as an invitation to seduce and offered reassurance. "First of all," I said, "I'm Seth. None of you will do or say anything that is not in zone of comfort. So relax. When I was fourteen, I was curious about the world and are starting to question everything. I wondered whether if what I hd been told is really how things are. Wouldn't you agree to that?"
I made intense eye contact with them. "Well, isn't that true?"
They nodded, reluctantly. "Then the altar? You asked about the altar. Good question, really. The altar is a bit scary at first. I am aware that you have been taught that Satan is pure evil. I was also taught the same way. Do not to this. Do not do that. That is correct, yes?"
"Yes," they answered in unison.
"I am going to be honest here--because I respect you. So trust me, ok? You have been shaped to live in fear and to feel guilt and shame ever time to stroke your cock. You love the feeling when the jizz shoots out, but somehow you think it is wrong. I am right about that too, am not?
Again, they nodded in silence. They were coming into my orbit of power and edging toward the realm of darkness. Doubt about god and godliness was dawning in their minds. I felt like the snake in the garden, `Did god really say?'
"You all want to decide on your own what's good and what's bad and just take someone's word for it. Just look at that altar with an open mind for a few minutes. Don't say anything. Study it. Engage it."
After two or three minutes, I asked each one, "What do you think about the altar now? Still so scary and frightening? Or are you curious about the alternative that you were taught to hate? You have heard `Do not to that!' thousands of times. Are you feeling permission to cross a boundary now? To follow the yes rather than obey the no? Answer me. Just be honest and open. The altar had the precise effect that I wanted. The four replied.
"It really powerful, but I'm not sure why. But, yeah, not scary. I saw the goat skull in a class at church about avoiding the occult. It alarmed me then, but not now. Why?"
"My heart is beating really fast. My breath is short. I feel a tightness in my abs."
"I like the five-sided star. I'm more attracted to it than I ever was to the cross."
"It can't hurt to explore what the altar means and then make up our own minds one way or the other."
The responses are just what I wanted. I continued, "Stand up, close your eyes and hold your hands high. I am going to kneel at the altar and ask Satan to encounter you. His presence will overcome your fears and your doubts. Relax and trust me. Will you do that?"
"Yes," came out emphatically.
I lit the candles and knelt at the altar. I first prayed silently for Baphomet to inspire me. I quietly implored Beelzebub to fill the room with the intoxicating aroma of desire and corruption. I detected the breath of Dantalion on my lips, inhaled his warm, wet malignancy and let my lungs absorb its corrupting toxicity. The invoking began.
"Satan, Lord of the universe, source of power and pleasure, come to us."
"Ye demons, arise from the depths of darkness and corrupt this room and all who are in it."
"Lucifer, liberator, emancipate us from lies and free us from guilt and shame."
"Hail Satan." Let all in this space join in. `Hail Satan!'"
All of them said it. "Hail Satan!" I could hear their quiet moaning and decided to repeat the invocation two more times. The moaning increased. The Hail became louder and more confident. They were coming over.
I turned, faced them, and motioned to them to bring their arms down. Their eyes met mine in a developing bond. I stripped off. They doffed their clothes, showing their hairless bodies and erect, luscious, cut teen cocks.
I directed them, "If you want to go deeper, kneel at the altar. It's your choice, and I respect it." Without any hesitation, the four knelt. I needed to test their acceptance depravity. I took the goat skull. "Kiss it," I commanded. Then the human skull. "Lick it." They did so zealously, kissing the skulls and then kissing each other. Then I asked them to trace the pentagram on their smooth chests. Each one did.
"My brothers, my Lord requires me to validate your consent for the next wicked steps of our journey. I will ask you three questions.
The first question is this "Do you desire to leave lies behind and become disciples of the one dark Truth?"
"We are."
The second is, "Will you freely offer to Satan all that he requires, in confidence that you will receive your true, natural self?"
"We will."
The third is, "Will you joyfully embrace the transformation of your body and mind to better serve the realm of the Dark Lord?"
"We will!"
"Satan is pleased by your willingness and consent and has summoned demons to escort you to new life of darkness. Now, my sons, kneel and invoke with me," I said,
"What does `invoke' mean?" asked one of the twins.
"You have been taught to pray, right? Invoking prays to the powers of darkness. And the powers have names. I will share those names with you and lead as you call the demons into yourselves. We will start with the demon Baphomet. You are about to become possessed. Baphomet will enter through your nipples, so circle them softly. Repeat each phase after I say it. You will learn to invoke through practice."
I used the same ritual formulae that I had just exercised in front of Alex to engage Baphomet. I said each six times, and the boys at the altar repeated.
"Hail Baphomet beloved corrupter of innocence, timeless source of impurity, use me!"
After six times, heir sleek bodies trembled softly as Baphomet took residence in them and took gradual possession.
"My Baphomet, open my innocent unadulterated brother to discover a new love, the powerful oneness that is purpose since birth." Six times.
They were now fondling brother cocks in the thrall of Baphomet. Their bottled-up yearning for brother cock could no longer be stifled. I gave them time to kiss, touch and bond with the demon and each other. I broke the spell of their emerging brother love by reminding them to circle their nipples for the final invoking to Baphomet.
"My Master Baphomet, servant of the Lord Lucifer, demon now taking me, I implore you to receive my soul and my body as a depraved offering to your unending glory!" Six times.
Baphomet had taken them completely. The demon demanded their first shared dark orgasm as a reward for their new state of being.
The demon spoke to me, "Let them rise from their kneeling and stand. Then test them. Ask each to invoke me as one possessed by wickedness. I desire to hear their praise and thanks. I will instruct you on the next step before Beelzebub has his way with them."
I did as I was told. "My brothers, now possessed by Baphomet, take turns in invoking, Use your own words, and we all repeat six times as we circle our cock heads"
Their ritual formulae were rich and powerful.
"My new Lord Baphomet, you own me, you own my brother. Join us in new dark incestuous boy-boy love to honor your majesty. Hail Baphomet!"
Their cocks were now more rigid, heads expanded to the max and veins hard with surging demonic cravings.
"Baphomet, I have sought you all my life and did not know it. Join me to all who secretly seek you that we may find our true selves in service to you. Hail Baphomet!"
The boys were joining with me in sensual community. I kissed each one and stooped over to suck each boy's nipples, the spots where Baphomet had entered.
"In your power I trace the pentagram on my forehead. Baphomet, lead me to the source of evil, direct me to the throne of Satan, corrupt me with the desire of the devil. Hail Baphomet."
Their budding devotion and amazing ability to invoke with such precision stood out. Their spiritual innocence was totally gone, and their souls belonged to the increasing presence of evil within them. I was in control of them as Satan controlled me. Baphomet would course through them to fulfill every craven desire and whims.
I spoke to the Caucasian twins first, "Brothers of Baphomet, kneel and worship Baphomet lurking in my penis. Invoke Baphomet to inspire your ministrations. Show your love and adoration for him with your lips, your breath, your tongues. Kiss it, kiss each other, fondle it and fondle each other."
"Lord Baphomet, servant of Satan, turn our lips and tongues, our breath and throats into your tools of pleasure."
They lowered to their knees and took me with incredible oral skills.
I spoke to the other set of twins, "Sons of Cain—Baphomet has asked me to call you that—invoke and watch them do obeisance to my possessed cock. Caress them and caress me, lavish your love for Baphomet with kisses and let wickedness seep from your fingers as you touch. Then you may have your sublime turn at this erect, throbbing shaft of evil."
Their massages awoke my skin to teem with demonic energy, and they absorbed it through each sweep of their tongues and returning it with each kiss. I wanted the obsidian beauties now and gently pulled the two teen Baphomet mouths from my cock.
"Now, my obsidian sons, show your love for Baphomet and taste the droplets of evil forming on the tip. Invoke as your brothers invoked and begin the cock ritual."
"Lord Baphomet, servant of Satan, turn our lips and tongues, our breath and throats into your tools of pleasure."
As Baphomet directed their two smooth bodies to go higher and higher on the evil venom appearing drop by drop from my slit, the room itself began to fill with waves of demonic erotic energy. The energy drew us into an intense bond. I was bound to them by the corruption. They were bound to me in the desire for their first boy-boy orgasms under the power of Satan's demon Baphomet. They were ready to experience the intense brother-love that can only occur within Satan's presence.
Again, I gently pulled the two from their practice of Baphomet-love on my cock. All four were now standing. "Baphomet decrees that you will have the bond of Satanic bliss with each other. You are ready. You are anxious. Your excitement and desire know no bounds. Come. Hail Baphomet and Satan with me six glorious time and achieve tthe level of possession needed for your corruption," I invited them to the final invoking before coupling.
"Hail Baphomet and Hail the Corrupter, Lord Satan. You have brought us to the threshold of corruption, and we desire to enter your realm where dark pleasures never cease. Welcome us and give us the wicked love and evil pleasures that no earthly words can describe. Hail Satan! Hail Baphomet!"
Baphomet then pulled them toward the bed. Each twin found the cock of his twin. I watched in awe as each set became one sensual being. Their tongues became snake-like, touching, whipping, arousing heads and slits. Lips slid down shafts with incredible tightness then with softer contractions around the head. Baphomet had opened throats that took brother-cock deep without choking or gagging. I needed to invoke over the raging corruption and seek the word from Baphomet about the moment of corruptive climax.
"Bring brother-love to a dark frenzy of pleasure, my Lord Baphomet. Direct each slow step in power and darkness until the innocent become corrupt in incest and debauched in being. Come, Satan, and witness the tribute the four are providing for your realm." I said it over and over while the boys inched toward the bliss that would seal their pact with the Prince of Darkness.
Baphomet's voice whispered in my ear. "Satan is on the cusp of his explosion. I also. You also, Seth. The whole dark universe will cum with them. Do you feel it building? Expanding? Including more and more demons?"
"Yes, Baphomet, the dark abyss of a million throbbing cocks surrounds these four. Shall I permit it?"
"Now," the voice said.
"Now," I commanded the boys, "Hail Satan and release."
The boys moaned and shot and shot and shot. I could hear the primordial vibrations of Satan's burst and the quieter ones of Baphomet and the demons. As I stood watching the boys cum, an orgasm swept over me. Powerful. Durative. I leaned over bed and shot copious strings of white Satanic seed over the four.
Their corruption had reached its first luscious stage.