Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 15:29:06 -0400
From: Nick Bennet <kinkbrother@gmail.com>
Subject: A Life Converted - Chapter 3

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     The light filtered through the stained glass windows of the abandoned
church. The students at the private boarding school now held mass in the
renovated auditorium which could hold more people more comfortably and had
more technology to keep the young, distracted minds at attention.  Standing
in a circle were the demon's five disciples: his eager, long-tested
servant, Basil; their most faithful convert, Tony; Tony's eternally
reprimanded student, Scotty; Scotty's abusive, militant father, Marco; and
Nick, the personal trainer who was literally drowned in cum.  Each was in
his demon-form: horns protruding from above their brows; darkened, scorched
skin; sinewy, inhuman forms of muscles bulging from just under their skin;
blackened, pupilless eyes; cloven feet; enormous, engorged phalluses at
least a foot in length; and slithering, whip-like tails - each of a
different girth and length. Whispering in unison the summoning chant, "I
give my soul to the one who seeks it; I desire a lustful existence," they
were writhing in unadulterated lust - each grabbing onto another's cock,
each staring into the center of their circle with black stares.  Their
echoed whispers splashed against the walls of the church, and with each
repetition, their power grew.  Their recitation began to physically change
their place of worship.
     The tall crucifix above the altar inverted, and the scent of incense
and candlelight was replaced with the distinct scent of fire and earth. The
scenes depicted in the stained glass began to change, too.  Images of
priests' cocks being engulfed by altar boys appeared in one.  In another
window, there appeared the image of a demon's four foot cock slamming all
the way through an angel, the tip of the demon's tool erupting out of the
angel's skull.  Four windows in succession displayed the progression of an
orgy: men disrobing and exposing their hard dicks, one man kneeling among
them and sucking their throbbing members, then the men fucking and sucking
each other, and finally everyone bathed in white, dripping semen.  The last
and most significant change appeared in the giant circular window. This now
showed a team of demons defiling a saint, his halo now a ring of flames.
 Two were entering his hungry ass at once, three were forcing themselves
into his throat, and another six were standing around pleasuring
themselves.  Atop the offertory table sat the demonic statue with its
abnormally large phallus and its darkened pupilless eyes.  All the bibles
left in the pews ignited and disintegrated, leaving dense scorch marks, and
the organ began playing on its own. The lights flickered and burnt out,
leaving the men in a murky dimness.
     Suddenly, it became hot and humid inside the church, and the demon-men
were profusely sweating.  The natural lubricant made their jerking more
enjoyable, and they began muttering their chant with more zeal.  Before
them, on his knees materialized their father, their lord of lust.  Even
kneeling, he was still eye height with the disciples.  And he spoke.
     "Sons! You have brought me here, at my request, in my demon form.  I
am no longer able to take my human form until I have earned my name.  Once
my name is known unto you in your hearts, I can take my human form as I
please in efforts to build our church.  We will have limited time to
convert others and number them to 500 before we are all doomed to centuries
of life below earth, waiting for someone to open our church again.
 Together, we will not fail! Now, to begin the naming ceremony, you must
repeat after me: Ego meam magistro meo,"
     The men, in unison, repeated: "*Ay-goh* *may-ahm* *mah-jhees-troh*
*may-oh*,"
     "*i vivere in desideriis*" continued the demon.
     "*ee vee-vay-ray een day-zee-day-reeseh*" added his disciples.
     Their oath, which meant* I have my master, I live the desires*, was
the beginning of an unimaginable transformation: all of their veiny demon
cocks began to grow larger and larger, actually taking up their skin such
that the rest of their bodies stretched and became taught.  Larger than
their dicks, their testicles grew, expanding and expanding until they were
resting on the church floor, and the men were leaning forward, lying on
their engorged cocks and balls. Their bodies now vessels of demon sperm,
there were no other organs or fluids inside.  Their muscles, bones, and
skin kept their form, but other than that they were simply bags of cum.
     The demon growled, "Expultrice saeculorum!" which began the ceremony.
At his command for his disciples to "ejaculate without end," each of the
men's cocks began erupting, covering the demon in gooey, milky white cum.
With each spurt of seed, the demon-men's cocks and balls began deflating,
eventually returning the men to their original state.  Catching on, Tony
assumed the ceremony would be complete as the last disciple, Marco,
returned to his muscular body with his fleshy human-sized cock.
   But it didn't end there.  The men, all now in their human form,
continued cumming.  There were moans in agony, shallow breaths, and grunts
as each man spurt more and more ropes of creamy jizz.  All landing on and
completely covering the demon.  You could no longer see his skin, there was
so much cum. Still jerking each other, the men now began to pinch nipples,
make out and fiercely thrust their pelvises in conjunction with each
violent, uncontrollable orgasm.
     "Dad, I'm scared - I feel like I'm gonna pass out!" Scotty called, but
his dad was too busy cumming to ay anything.  White junk by the cupfull
were erupting out of Marco's cock.
     Basil called to Scotty, "Give into it, Boy! Just pass out; let Him
guide you, son! Fuuuuck!" Just at the last word, Basil's cock spewed ropes
of white cum directly onto his master's face.
     The unstoppable ejaculating continued for the better half of an hour.
 By now, all the men were in a complete, cum-induced state.  Blankly
looking forward, their cocks nutting wildly and uncontrollably wad after
frothy wad landing on and coating the demon before them.  The last drop
that would completely conceal their lord of lust landed on his right calf,
and in that moment, the gallons of scum that covered him began to seal a
hard case around him.  The men standing were finally catching their breath
and regaining consciousness.  They had finally stopped cumming. As they
were standing around the chrysalis of cum, the temperature began to drop.
     Suddenly, Tony's chest felt tight.  His heart was pumping quickly, and
the skin over it felt like it was burning.  He could tell the others felt
the same way because as he scanned the group, they all shared the same
pained face and were clutching their chest in the same way.
     Scotty was the first to drop to his knees; the rest followed, and
groaned.  This was not pleasure - it was certain pain.  Finally, the demon
emerged from his chrysalis, saying "Arise, disciples! The ceremony is
complete!  I have my name, and you will know it on your hearts.  Once you
have all said my name with your tongues, I will have most of my powers.
     The men looked around: scarred over their hearts in scrawled letters
was the phrase: Rex Fratres Expultrice.
     "What does it mean?" asked Scotty.
     Basil looked on with a knowing grin, and said proudly, "Welcome, King
of Ejaculating Borthers!  Everyone, we must all greet our master in unison
for his transformation to continue."
     After the greeting, Rex began to take his more recognizable human
form, and he began to speak.
     "Listen, sons, you have done well so far, but as you can see, that
statue over there," he gestured toward the demon statue on the offertory
table, "still remains as part of my punishment.  We must rid of it in the
only sexual act powerful enough to do so: the Pentagon of Penetration.  We
needed five disciples to perform this, as I am unable to take part.  The
rite only occurs if you five show your devotion to lifelong lust by
performing this act...all to completion."
     Basil excitedly added, "It is in this act that our youngest disciple,
Scotty here, must be engaged with our cocks in four different ways until we
all spill our seed.  Once that occurs, Scotty then must ejaculate into the
statue's mouth which, as you may have noticed, brothers, is now open."
     The men set to work, as Rex looked on in utter ecstasy. Scotty knelt
down before his teacher, his eyes looking up into Tony's as he began to
suck Tony's dong. Tony began rubbing his sensitive nipples and moaned as
Basil walked his dick over to Scotty's left hand.  Scotty, without
interruption to Tony's cockhead, took it in his hand and began stroking the
hefty meat.  As Basil's moans escaped his lips, Nick took heed and provided
his thick member for Scotty's stroking.  The three men were closing their
eyes in pleasure, exulting in this divine lust when Marco, the fifth point
of the Pentagon of Penetration sat down behind his son, the flesh of his
flesh, and scooted so close that his erect daddy hard-on was pressed up
against Scotty's lower back.  Scotty moaned, and the vibrations from his
throat made Tony's cock get bigger from the stimulation.
     Basil took notice, and encouraged his brother: "Marco, you are the
last piece; you must penetrate your son's eager hole and help us!"
     Marco's hesitation had nothing to do with second thoughts.  The men
were, after all, converted to lives of pure lust.  He simply wanted to
savor each deviant moment of his defilement of his son.  His large,
masculine hands cupped his son's buttock, and with a careful movement
separated the cheeks, and looked into his son's asshole.  With a delicious
grin, he leaned forward and began hungrily licking his son's pink pucker.
 The roughness of his five o'clock shadow began to burn Scotty, but he was
so busy taking care of the other three dicks, he didn't have time to
complain. Deeper and deeper into his son's hole, Marco's tongue lapped the
fleshiness inside his son's most private part.  His dick was the hardest it
had ever been.  Reluctantly, and swearing he'd return to his son's hole as
soon as this ritual was complete, he pulled his tongue out and spit a
sticky wad into the palm of his hand.  Greasing up his rigid staff, he
aimed his cock head directly at his son's pucker. He gently pressed his
mushroom head against the boy's hole.
     Basil was worried; the sun was setting.  "Brother Marco! You must
hurry! If we do not complete this act by the sun's setting, we will not be
successful!"
     Taking the order, Marco thrust deeply his whole muscle inside his son.
 Scotty yelped, with his teacher's cock down his throat and again Tony's
cock grew, causing Scotty to gag, losing some oxygen. There was a bright
flash of red light, and the sound of thunder clapping with Marco's
insertion, and now the five disciples were no longer in control of their
bodies.  The ceremony was underway, and some ancient, dark force was
compelling their minds, bodies, and cocks.  Marco was aggressively fucking
his son's ass, getting up into Scotty's guts and completely ripping him up.
 Meanwhile, Tony's shaft was just as fiercely raping Scotty's entire
throat, the two cocks nearly touching with each subsequent thrust.  On
either side of Scotty, the other two men were reaching over Scotty to kiss
each other and tweak each other's nipples, spreading the glorious lust.
 Scotty's arms were moving faster and gripping tighter than he'd ever
experienced before, and his biceps and triceps were actually getting bigger
and more defined as he jacked the two cocks in his hands.
     Rex was jacking his own cock, reveling in the man sex in front of him.
 This was all he ever wanted for all those millennia, to watch as well as
to engage in hot fucking with other men, and in just a few moments, he'd
have his wish.  Once the statue was filled with Scotty's cum, it would
explode, and Rex would have a chance to build his filthy church and remain
on earth forever as a Lord of Lust over his seeded sons.
     Finally, the men all began to make their familiar grunts.  Optimum
orgasm would commence, and soon the Pentagon of Penetration would serve its
purpose.  The first to get over the edge was Basil - he was always the
quickest to cum because he always started that much hornier than the
others.  His thick jism coated Scotty's face, and it dripped down to his
chest.  Seeing Basil's ejaculation incensed Tony, who violently nutted,
filling Scotty up with his double-balled throat cream.  This action caused
Scotty to sit back in pleasure, which pushed his asshole that much further
down his father's shaft, causing Marco to pulsate and erupt gobs of his
baby batter inside his actual baby. He never felt more sinfully lustful.
 Last to cum, completing the Pentagon, was Nick.  Using his free hand and
his worked-over mouth, Scotty went above and beyond the ceremony's calling
to milk out the second-to-last orgasm out of Nick.  Nick became red faced
and his body trembled as the others tweaked his nipples, licked his balls,
and fingered his ass.  With an echoing grunt and a forcible thrust of his
hips, Nick came inside Scotty's mouth grunting with each subsequent spurt
of seed.
     "It is time, son," Rex said. "Walk up to my statue, and insert your
cock into his mouth.  You must thrust exactly fifteen times before you cum.
 If you ejaculate before then, all will be lost."
     Scotty was nervous.  Fifteen thrusts?  Being a teen, and experiencing
what just happened, he wasn't sure he could withstand *one* thrust, let
alone fifteen.  However, he did not want to let his new family down.  He
walked to the statue, and Basil called out, "Breathe calmly - that will
help you keep your pace and refrain from orgasm."
     Nick called out, "We'll help you count!"
     The five men all counted out loud, crowding round Scotty as he began
to thrust his rigid staff into the statue's agape mouth.  They were rubbing
each other, and their cocks were already hard again.
     "...twelve..."
     Scotty tried hard to only concentrate on his breathing.  So far, that
was helping.
     "...thirteen..."
     The men were now louder with their moaning; Scotty could hear skin
slapping against wet skin, and he was losing his concentration.  there was
so much thick meaty cock to be had right next to him.  All five men were
well endowed, muscular, perfectly hairy, and smelled of sweat, earth, fire,
and slightly of cedar. Scotty tried to keep his mind clear.
     "...fourteen!"
     Now Scotty was nervous that he might have been *too* good at holding
it back, what if he didn't cum on the fifteenth thrust?  What would happen
then? he pulled his cock back, and as he thrust forward into the statue's
mouth, the men in unison began touching Scotty all over - his nipples, his
neck, his balls, his ass...this sent him over the edge. And with the fury
of an ejaculation he had never in his life felt, he convulsed and writhed
as he jitted his boy cream into Rex's statue.  The horny bastards around
him all ejaculated, too.
     At first, nothing really happened.  They all stood around, panting,
sweaty, and exhausted.
     Then, the statue grew bigger and bigger and eventually began to glow
red.  The light was blinding, and the room once again became fiery hot. The
five disciples were watching Rex, who was transfixed on the glowing statue.
 He was speaking in tongues they didn't understand, and the statue began
spinning.  it spun so fast it created a hot wind that began to blow the men
around. Grabbing onto permanent fixtures in the church, they held on and
watched while rex reached out his fist and, upon making contact with the
statue, caused it to crack and shatter all over. the pieces, once hitting
the floor, turned into small red pools of liquid which instantaneously
boiled, sizzled, and evaporated into the air.
     The men observed Rex. He was now completely in human form. He was a
very good looking man, and he still had powers, but he was now able to walk
among men unnoticed.  he beckoned his disciples and explained that they
must serve him in all ways.  They must be available at moment's notice for
anything he desires - whether it is of the flesh or the mind. They must
help him procure followers - specifically 495 more. Basil instructs them of
the oath they must take, and the recite it, in unison, kneeling before
their master:
     "Ego meam magistro meo,
     i vivere in desideriis.
     luvenes, ut fratres, ut ungantur
     cum semen meum regem,
     per mei sensieris phallus."
     Smiling at his disciples, Rex says, "You have all done well today, you
have pledged me your soul and to find other brothers whom you will anoint
with my seed through your engorged phalluses.  You will not walk alone on
this earth, and the more men we convert, the stronger our powers become.
 You initiates will in turn initiate our family members and who will lead
our ceremonies.  We will not only find 500, but we will someday outnumber
those who do not follow our practices.  We will consume the souls and the
flesh of millions of men - we will all sustain ourselves on lust and the
seed I provide."
     The men cheered and began to dress.  It was time for Rex to assign the
men their tasks and targets.
     Marco was to find converts through his military and construction
connections; Tony to continue developing a following at his school,
concentrating on his students and the other staff members.  Nick, being a
personal trainer, was to convert his clients and other gym members.  And
while Basil continued to use his antique shop as a front, Scotty was to
join as many extracurricular teams and clubs as he could.  "Scotty, my goal
is for you to become everyone's favorite student - a complete
changeover...I want every kid to date you or be you, and I want all your
teachers to wish they could teach a whole class of you."
     They all agreed to their assignments, and they pledged their duty to
Rex.  They were instructed to not attract any attention about their cult
unless ready to convert someone, so they needed to go back to normal lives.
 Rex would find his omnipotent ways to help them with their covers.  Tony
was soon to have a girlfriend; Nick was soon to board with two other
trainers from his gym; and Marco and Scotty were to return to an apartment
when Scotty wasn't boarding, appearing to all who lived in the building as
a father and son who were trying to work it out.
     This evening however, the men disbanded and went their ways.  Scotty
returned to his dorm.  The security guard for his dormitory stopped Scotty.
 He indicated that it was past curfew, and that Scotty better explain
himself.
     Scotty studied the guard.  He was a muscular black man, filling out
his uniform nicely.  He didn't have a gun on his belt, but he was equipped
with pepper spray, a handled baton, and handcuffs.  Looking at his belt,
Scotty's eyes drifted to the man's bulge.  Scotty looked back up into the
guard's face.
     "Listen, Scotty, I don't want any guff, boy.  Just get where you're
goin' and we'll be fine."
     "Make me." Scotty replied smugly.
     "What did you just say, boy?" The guard was not willing to give in.
 It was eleven o'clock, halfway through his shift, and Scotty was an
asshole."
     Scotty licked his lips and grabbed his crotch, "Can't you hear me?"
Scotty looked at the man's name badge, it read, Steve, "Or are you an
idiot, *Steve*? I said make me."
     That was enough of that, Steve thought, and he quickly restrained
Scotty with a basket hold.  Scotty's arms were crossed over his chest, and
Steve had a hold of each of Scotty's hands behind him, with his leg in
between Scotty's legs.  Scotty was unashamed of his boner, and he hoped
that Steve would see it soon and get his own stiffie.
     Steve leaned in close to Scotty's ear from behind.  He felt like the
teen could handle a little tough love.  "Listen here, you little *bitch*.
 I am in charge, and you are to submit.  You hear that little fucker?  I
know your game, asshole, and I'm gonna win."
     Scotty had a plan, and he smiled to himself as Steve fell into his
trap.  He egged the guard on, "Go ahead, Nigger! Do whatever the fuck you
want!" Scotty knew this would get Steve angry, and angry meant careless.
    "What the FUCK did you just call me, you little piece of shit?" With
that, Steve spun Scotty around. He slapped him in the face, and began to
reach for his radio, and he did not notice that Scotty was now free of his
hold.  Without a moment's thought, Scotty dropped down to his knees, and
unzipped the guard's pants.  With one movement, he unbottoned Steve's
boxers and pulled out his nine-inch black pipe.  He put his watering mouth
on it.
     Steve was completely surprised, and now he knew he was screwed.  If he
radioed for any sort of back up or report, they would see his cock in this
boy's mouth.  He'd be in trouble, instead of Scotty.  Plus, this teen's
velvety smooth, wet mouth felt pretty fucking fantastic.  Steve didn't know
it, but Scotty was about to completely dominate and take over Steve.  The
guard looked down at the boy, and as Scotty stared back, Steve noticed that
Scotty's eyes were fucked up.  They were black, like the pupil had dilated
so much that there was nothing more to the eye.
     "Dude, what the fuck - "
     Scotty cut him off, "Don't think Steve, just give in." With that,
Scotty arose, standing facing Steve.  He looked hard into Steve's eyes, and
continued to massage his black cock.  Steve started to feel very warm, and
he could smell the scents of cedar, earth, and fire.  His eyes, too, began
to dilate so much that his eyes turned black.
     Scotty pushed Steve down to his knees and said, "Now suck my fat cock,
Steve.  You're going to receive the seed of my brethren, and you will
become one of us."
     Steve, who had never sucked a dick in his life began lapping the boy's
cock as though it were his lifeblood.  The semen Scotty was about to feed
him would literally become his only sustenance, but for now, he hungrily
stuffed his throat with the sweet teenaged cock of his resident.
     Scotty, giving into his life long search for lust and depravity, told
Steve to bend over and lower his pants.  Steve, who was completely mindless
now, whimpered at the thought of not having Scotty's cock in his mouth.
 Scotty stared at the black man's beautiful ebony asscheeks and his tight
pink pucker.  He reached over the guard's hip and pulled from his belt the
baton, which was approximately twenty inches in length, and protruding from
the side, at about six inches down, was the handle.
     "Tonight, though," Scotty sneered as he spoke, "this will be used to
rape your ass." And with that, Scotty made Steve suck on the handle as a
means for lubrication as well as to humiliate the guard even more.  With
that, he pressed the head of the handle up against Steve's hole, and licked
his ass while the guard trembled in pleasure.  Too excited to wait any
longer, Scotty pressed the baton's handle into Steve's wanton hole. Steve
emitted a deep moan of pure ecstasy, and reached down to touch his rigid
phallus.
     "Don't fucking touch that!" Scotty yelled, "That's MINE, you hear me,
Steve, that cock is MINE!"
     Steve obeyed, and pushed his own ass further onto the handle of the
baton.  After a few moments, he called to Scotty, "Sir, I am sorry to
disappoint you, but my ass is now used to the handle; I wish for more."
     "I knew it, you little fag!" called Scotty, and with that, he spit on
the business end of the baton, and smeared his spit along the fourteen
inches he was about to insert into the guard.
     Inch by inch, the baton went into the man's anus, and inch by inch,
his cock and Scotty's grew more rigid. "Yes, Scotty, give me that fucking
pole! I need it inside me!" Steve yelled over his shoulder.  Scotty just
laughed.
     Scotty fucked Steve with his baton for the better part of fifteen
minutes, making Steve squirm and squeal with pleasure every time he thrust
it inside.  Alas, it was finally time for the final act that would convert
Steve into a cock-loving, cum-reliant follower of Rex's church.
     Scotty pulled out the baton, stood up, and helped Steve stand up,
facing him.  "Steve, in order to gain a life of true fulfillment, you must
accept my master as your own, and give him your soul in return for a life
of lustful sustenance.
     As if somehow programmed to say so, Steve clearly said, "I give my
soul to the One who seeks it; I desire a lustful existence."
     With that, Scotty pushed him to his knees and fed Steve his cock.  It
was much larger now, and the veins were thick and throbbing.  Steve took
the cock far down his throat. Farther down than his throat should have
allowed, for he could now feel Scotty's growing phallus deep inside his
gut. The more Scotty's cock grew, the harder Steve's cock became.  it felt
as though it would explode.  The more turned on Steve became, the more
Scotty's boy muscle grew inside him.  Eventually, Scotty's cock head came
out of Steve's asshole, and Steve couldn't handle it anymore.  With a
gutteral moan, he unleashed more gobs of sticky butter than he had ever in
his life, and just at that moment, Scotty pulled his cock up and began the
familiar process of taking a payment for eternal lust.  Semen filled all of
Steve's arteries, and his brain stopped functioning.  his heart paused for
a moment and then began pumping again, now instead of blood, was his heart
pumping pure white milky spooge.  Scotty was convulsing and and speaking in
tongues, and Steve was trembling and shaking. Once more, Steve said, "I
give my soul to the One who seeks it..."
     As he completed his communion, Scotty provided one last forceful
throat thrust, and with a snap, Steve's soul was removed, and he collapsed
to the floor, covered in teen boy spunk.  Scotty knelt down and leaned in
close to Steve's face, his eyes now back to normal, and his clothes
repaired and in tact.
     "You now are a member of my church, Steve, and my father will, no
doubt find you soon to educate you further.  You'd better hurry up; you're
shift's almost over."
     With a snicker, Scotty walked up the two flights of stairs to his
floor.  He could tell that most of the boys on his floor were sleeping, and
as he opened his door, he saw in the glow of his roommate's computer
screen, his roommate taking advantage of the alone time, beating his meat.
 His roommate, Colin, noticing Scotty stopped and covered up with a nearby
towel.
     "Oh, FUCK man!  Sorry Scotty...I just assumed you were sent home or
something...Jesus, knock or something, buddy!"  Scotty could tell that
Colin's cock was still pretty hard, and he felt a stirring in his own
crotch.
     "It's cool, Colin, I don't mind. I jack off all the time.  You don't
need to worry..."
     "Oh...really?  I feel like it's kind of weird...I dunno..." Colin
mumbled.
     "No, seriously, dude!  Actually, I'm glad I caught you.  Cuz, well,
you see, buddy, I just found a way to enjoy my dick in the best way
possible for...well, literally eternity!"
     Colin laughed.  "Woah, you're a dork...and kind of a perv...I never
knew that.  Anyway, I think I'm just gonna go to bed...let's just pretend
this never happened."
     The low moaning of the porn actors could be heard through Colin's
speakers.  "You have *no idea*, Colin." Scotty said with a grin as he
grabbed Colin's wrist, denying him the ability to leave his seat.
     "Dude, what he Hell are you doing?" Colin asked. Scotty didn't
respond; he simply looked down at Colin.  "Dude...what the hell is wrong
with your eyes?"

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Okay! I hope you liked this chapter, and I feel as though I have so many
more avenues to go with the disciples' assignments...I hope it won't take
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