Realm of Darkness-Part 4
REALM OF DARKNESS 4-- SETH AND MY THREE NEW BROTHERS
Disclaimer for Realm of Darkness: This story is purely fictional and involves ritualized sexual encounters between precocious teens and adults. If you are under eighteen years of age or you find the Satanic and even incestuous nature of this story disturbing, please leave now.
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Seth took a moment to let the passion subside. "Now, back to you three." He looked at us directly. "Carter, Drew and Logan, it's time for you to tell more about yourselves. Just say what comes into our minds. Before you start, though, you have three important things in common: you're all sixteen, you are theistic Satanists, you have proven Satanic talent, and you are gay. What's important now is that each of you share why you think Grey has chosen you. "
Carter I started first, "I'm Carter, and I've been Satan's since I was nine. I've had some incredible Satanic experiences already, and I am totally open to more. Hmm, reasons? I just guessing here, but I might have been chosen for three reasons. First, I've experimented with many demons. Second, I've gloried in undermining of religion, like desecration of churches and schools, and I lured one priest and one megachurch preacher to kneel and worship Lord Satan. Totally thrilling. Third, I have sown the seed of curiosity for Satan among boys with pictures and pornography. And Satan kept track of that?"
"Yes, he has," Seth answered. "But you didn't mention your special talent. You are a gifted writer. Your writing will bring many new and willing sons to Satan. You'll soon be writing screenplays for an authentic genre of gay Satanic porn films. Satan has already infiltrated the gay porn industry. Actors, directors, and production staff already invoke Him. They are waiting for someone like you. Satan will guide the process when the time is right. The brotherhood has already enlisted financing and production staff for the production. Of course, they will go far beyond today's Satanic poppers training vids. Your skills, Carter, will glorify Satan to a wider, waiting, and willing audience."
"Really, Seth? I love porn. And you're right. I haven't seen anything produced yet that comes close to my encounters with the real Satan. I know that there's a hunger for it out there. And if true Satanists write it, direct it, and perform in it, I accept it as my mission in the realm of darkness." I paused and repeated with a Seth's invocation:
"Hail Satan! Hail the demon Baphomet, our new master!
"Hail Satan! Hail the demon Baphomet, our new master!
"Hail Satan! Hail the demon Baphomet, our new master!"
Drew
Sitting beside me was an incredibly handsome teen with long blond hair, a long lithe body, a fair complexion, blue-eyed with an innocent, boyish face, and glistening teeth. Seth nodded to him to speak next.
"And I'm Drew. I had my first feeling for Satan at seven, but it only started to get real when I was eleven. I won't share everything that's happened in the five years since then, but, I'm sure Satan has kept track of my artwork. I've drawn designs for altars, for inverted crosses and sketched perverted versions of the star of david. My paintings of Satanic orgies are so realistic that brothers purchase to hang in their chambers. Brothers have described visions of demons and the netherworld that I've been able to draw them accurately. I've made patterns for tattoos, amulets and collars. I'm planning to craft Satanic bdsm gear...once I know more about that scene. I'm sure that my work has deepened men's devotion to Satan and encouraged others to convert to Him. It all makes me feel powerful in a demonic way."
Drew went on, "My skills or maybe my genius both come from HIM, and I use it, hone it, and develop it to bring honor and glory to HIS name. And, like you, Carter, all I can say right now is the invocation Seth just taught us:
"Hail Satan! Hail the demon Baphomet, our new master!
"Hail Satan! Hail the demon Baphomet, our new master!
" Hail Satan! Hail the demon Baphomet, our new master!"
Logan Logan was a very attractive African-American, over six feet tall, long sinewy legs, strikingly cute face framed by closely-cropped hair. Logan's every glance, motion and utterance were demonically sensual. When his eyes met mine, we bonded at once and shared a passion that bristled with the craving for evil. Drew, I was sure, were also feeling it from Logan. His cock quaked not just with desire but with incredible desire to venerate Satan more fully. The synergy among us procreated a new, vibrant Satanic family--- brothers sired by the same venal Father, Lord Satan. Through Grey, our individual devotion would merge onto a whole new dimension.
Seth smiled at Logan who spoke next. He took a deep breath and chose his words carefully. "To make a long story short, my father facilitated my entry into Satanism.
"Your father?" I asked.
"Yes. He and my mother were divorced when I was five, and I lived with her most of the time. He spent time with me, mainly as an obligation since was preoccupied a demanding medical practice. Sometimes interns from the hospital would be at his apartment, but I never thought of him as gay. Soon after their divorce, my mother married a professor who taught ancient cultures and religions at the University.
"When I was eight, I was already a voracious reader, and he let me access any book I wanted in his personal library. He was aware that I'd gravitated to the occultism section. That included rare and one-time banned books of ancient rituals that he'd found in obscure libraries and bought from collectors of occult esoterica. And, of course, he owned books by Crowley and LaVey. He encouraged my curiosity. He translated pages for me that I didn't understand. And he cautioned me, `Don't take these things too seriously. There is no god, there is no satan, there are no angels, and there are no demons. Spirituality, whether it's light or dark, is pure myth. Anything that seems real, son, is just your own projection. Accept that.'
"I really didn't buy into his rejection of the unseen powers. When I tried some of the rituals, I sensed something or someone powerful around me. I was attracted to it, uncanny it was. I spoke to it. I experimented with many names trying to engage it. When I was twelve and crossed the threshold to a testosterone-laden puberty, I first tried out the name `Satan.' That was it! Other names roused other dark energies, but whenever I used that name Satan, my thoughts were pure evil, and my pleasure was incredible. I secretly a primitive altar together and invented my own Satanic rites. On my own, I professed my loyalty to Satan, and offered myself to him. My multiple, momentous Satan-inspired orgasms sealed the pact between my soul and my new master, Lord Satan.
"And..." Logan continued, "By the way, my stepfather was wrong. Satan is not a myth, not a projection. My Lord is real, alive, pulsating, and I am His! Hail!"
"Soon after that I moved back to my own father's tony apartment in the city," Logan went on. "I came into his bedroom late at night and surprised him. I was shocked that he was naked and was kneeling at his own elaborate Satanic altar set up in a closet that he otherwise kept locked! He stood up, embarrassed, and started to explain. I interrupted him and blurted out `Hail Satan! Father! I worship Him too.' We bonded immediately as father and son, becoming closer and closer to each other through our love for Satan.
"He prepped me for weeks. I was particularly intrigued by his connection to Beelzebub and said I would discover that potent demon servant of Satan later. He introduced me to multiple Satanic rituals and, with the skill of a physician, identified part of my body to touch and caress for heightened awareness of Satan's presence. Those first sessions ended in mutual masturbation, fueled by our shared, our frenzied praise of Lord Satan. I knew that we would soon have the Satanic coupling, and every cell of my body waited for the sublime iniquity of Satanic penetration.
"Then one night we finally invoked together in the dark of the new moon and had our first incestuous bare Satanic man-boy sex. His tongue anointed my boy hole, his lips arousing every nerve to incredible heights. Then he entered. Face to face, we became one being in Satan-- body, mind, spirit. When he hailed Satan and released his depraved mass of Satanic seed into me, I realized that we were not just father and son but were full brothers, partners in shameless and depraved immorality. Then my father invited me to enter him and seal our union. I asked Satan to enter my tongue and convey power and corruption of hell into the hole that would soon be fed by my white boy-love. I praised Satan and all demons when my body released the teeming seed of darkness into him After that introduced me to other fathers and sons who also practiced bare incestuous Satanism. I hope I can tell you about those orgies during our time with Grey. Hail Satan!"
Drew, Seth and I all answered: "Hail Satan, Logan."
Seth went on, "It's clear that you all want to connect more intensely. Are you ready for the next step, right here in the bus, before we get to New York, now that you've shared about yourselves?
Logan answered, "I don't speak for everyone. But I'm open for anything." Drew and I nodded in agreement. What about the driver?
Seth laughed softly. "Logan, he's one of us and has been for a long time. He accepts his role is at the wheel to get us to Grey."
"Then I invite you to strip down. I have a treat for you that you will let you soar in evil pleasure before we arrive. I'm thrilled that Grey asked me to share it." We eagerly doffed our clothes, and so did Seth. Everyone was naked and totally erect.
(Continued in part 5 to be posted soon.)