Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2020 08:55:42 +0100
From: Daniel Comnenus <daniel.comnenus@gmx.com>
Subject: Sex Cult Confessions (part 7)

SEX CULT CONFESSIONS (7)

By Dolphin Dan


The problem with adoring the leader of a sex cult is that if he finds a new
favorite you end up crushed, bitter, jealous and angry. That's what
happened when "Jeremy K." started fucking Bryan, a beautiful blond dude
whose daddy was the head of a movie studio that Jeremy was sure was going
to make his turgid magnum opus. I turned around and started banging Dack,
another member of the cult and once upon a time Jeremy's favorite, two guys
in line before me. I started pumping cum into Dack's ass on a fairly
regular basis around the Christmas holidays (2005) while Jeremy was in the
Sierras with Bryan. There was the first time we were together, which I told
about, and then we got together again the very next night, and two nights
after that. Dack's penis was long, slightly curved and quite different than
Jeremy's, so it was kind of a novelty. Dack was also totally non-demanding
and unassuming. Honestly it was pretty nice.

I did tend to drink too much in Dack's presence. He drank a lot and smoked
a lot of weed, so nights we were together, whether at his place or mine,
usually turned into alcoholocausts with painful hangovers the next
morning. There were also sexual things we did that I don't remember. He
spent the night at my apartment and in the morning I woke up with my dick
smelling like shit and there was a butt plug, also smelling like shit and
oil, on the shelf at the head of my bed but I remembered nothing and had no
idea which of us it got stuck into. When I sat on the toilet I farted a
glob of cum out of my ass and I later found Dack's boxers abandoned between
the sheets of my bed. This made me laugh. "Well, I hope we enjoyed it!" We
were both blowing off steam from being under Jeremy's control.

Dack and I exchanged booze-fueled confidences about what Jeremy had made us
do. Jeremy met Dack when he (Dack) was still in college. He said they had a
hot and heavy affair for about six weeks before Jeremy even mentioned DIT
(Drooie in Toto) or any of his freaky philosophy. When he did start to fall
under Jeremy's spell, like me, he made Dack do things to prove his
devotion. I was a little uncomfortable when Jeremy pressured me to give
head to Shawn, his 16-year-old nephew. Dack had a similar initiation ritual
except more intense. Jeremy, Shawn and Dack took a shower together,
apparently in the home of Jeremy's sister. The two of them stood up and
Dack knelt at their feet (they had three between them) and sucked both of
them. He was expressly ordered to make Shawn cum but forbidden to bring
Jeremy to orgasm, though he was expected to "prepare" him and "get him
turned on." Then Jeremy ordered Dack out of the bathroom and he had the
impression that Jeremy finished by full-on fucking his nephew in the
shower. In a way I was kind of appalled, at the incest and also the age
difference; Jeremy was 36. But I admitted thinking about this scene got me
aroused. Later, alone at home, I jacked off imagining it.

I told my own stories. Dack laughed when I told him about the "punishment"
Jeremy meted out to me at the campsite at Sespe. He told me that the dildo,
the one that was molded in the exact shape of Jeremy's penis, had made the
rounds of almost everybody in the group. Apparently when he was with the
women, Sonia and Deidre and occasionally others, Jeremy liked to double
penetrate them by using the dildo on them anally while he was having sex
with them vaginally. He'd told Dack that the feeling of a woman's pussy
contracting around his dick at the moment of orgasm, while he knew their
asses were tightening around the same shape, sent his drooie levels off the
chart. He was also known to tell the men to put the dildo up their asses
while blowing him so they too could experience what Dack laughingly
referred to as "DJD" (Double Jeremy Dick) or "JIBE" (Jeremy In Both
Ends). I remember laughing that I hope the damn thing had been washed. The
last thing I needed was a vaginal yeast infection in my ass.

Jeremy was also obsessed with pregnancy. While curiously he never talked
this way around me, Dack said he often joked about getting everybody
pregnant including the men. He'd even told Dack, before an especially
forceful fuck, "I'm gonna get you pregnant tonight!" When I had first come
on the scene, Dack said that he asked Jeremy if I was his new "toy," and
Jeremy replied, "Dan is so fucking pregnant right now, in nine months he's
gonna have twins." This was less funny now because Sonia was pregnant by
him in real life. While drunk one night, early in their relationship,
Jeremy had told Dack of his plan to meet some boys who went to L.A.'s upper
crust private schools as a way to meet girls who also went there. Jeremy
said he wanted to get a girl from a school like that pregnant at about age
17. Upper class high schools were best because their families had the
financial means to raise children right, and it would also insinuate Jeremy
into that upper class society, or so he thought. The possibility of ending
up on a sex offender list apparently never occurred to him. I met most of
Dack's stories about Jeremy with a laugh but I found this one quite
distasteful. To be sure Dack said that he didn't think this plan came to
anything. All of Jeremy's female lovers, so far as Dack knew, were at least
in their 20s and even among guys Shawn was a special case.

After our holiday week getting to know each other came the infamous New
Year's Eve party. This is probably the most significant event in the
history of my relationship with Jeremy, which is ironic because he wasn't
even there and I can barely remember it.

Sonia invited the members of the group, both the core inner circle and a
wider range of Jeremy's acquaintances, to a New Year's party. Dack and I
went together. Jeremy was still in the Sierras with Bryan. My mistake was
that Dack and I did a little pre-drinking before the party so I was already
buzzed by the time we got there. Although Sonia herself wasn't drinking,
the whole place was suffused with booze. I had too much and got
reckless. My memories of the evening are pretty hazy. I do remember being
in the living room, amidst a group, and laughing a lot. I was saying
something that I had the vague impression was dangerous. And I remember
Dack saying, "Dude, you should cool it a little. Don't you think it's going
to get back to him?" I said, "Fuck him, he shouldn't have gone away with
Bryan." Later I was barfing over a toilet and then someone was helping me
into the back seat of a car. I had the worst hangover of my life the next
morning and couldn't get out of bed.

When I talked to Dack that afternoon on the phone I found out what I'd
done. Somebody asked me about Jeremy's movie script. Instead of being
tactful and careful, my drunk ass told the truth. I used the words
"ridiculous piece of shit" and spent half an hour mocking the dialogue
including the now-infamous line, "The way my vagina feels right now is
truly extraordinary!" I know exactly why I did it. I wanted to hurt Jeremy,
as revenge for him going off with Bryan, but I would never have had the
guts to tell him to his face that I thought his script sucked. The script
was his key to spreading his philosophy around the world, or so he
thought. Attacking it was a way for me to get back at him. It wasn't just a
friendly little criticism either. I was vicious.

As soon as I understood what happened at the party I began to dread
Jeremy's return. For two days whenever my phone buzzed with an incoming
text message I jumped and my stomach sank. Then finally, at about 6PM on
January 3, it finally came. The words were ominous. I'M BACK. WE NEED TO
HAVE A TALK.

I couldn't take it. I tried to call him even though he said he hated
talking on the phone. As per usual he would not take my call. So I started
blubbering over text message. I probably sent him 15 or 20 messages all in
a row. "I am so, so, so sorry," I said. "I know I fucked up. I was drunk. I
didn't mean any of it. Please forgive me." I was crying as I sent these
messages and they probably sounded increasingly unhinged as I begged him to
forgive and promised I would do anything to make things right. The thought
of Jeremy's disapproval of me was so utterly crushing that I was nearly
hysterical. Worse, there was no one I could call. I didn't think Dack would
have any sympathy, nor would anyone else who'd been at the party. I'd
disconnected from all my other friends.

Jeremy waited about 45 minutes and then sent me a string of texts. Honestly
if you accused me of murder and told me I was going to death row I couldn't
have felt worse.

YOU HAVE DEEPLY, DEEPLY OFFENDED ME, he wrote. YOUR DROOIE IS SO FAR IN THE
NEGATIVE I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S EVEN POSSIBLE TO GET IT BACK. I SHOULD CUT U
OFF TOTALLY. U STAB ME IN THE BACK LIKE THIS WHEN I AM TRYING DO WHATS
RIGHT 4 EVERY1? DON'T U KNOW THE MOVIE IS FOR EVERYONE'S BENEFIT NOT JUST
MINE? U ARE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT, DAN. U ARE SNOT NOSED LITTLE SPOILED
SHIT. FUCKING BABY. THATS ALL U ARE A LITTLE FUCKING BABY. BRYAN IS SO MUCH
MORE OF A MAN THAN U'LL EVER BE. HE RESPECTS ME. AND HE'S A MUCH BETTER
LAY. SRSLY, BRYAN'S THE BEST FUCK I EVER HAD & HE DON'T GIVE ME SHIT LIKE U
DO. WHY I WASTE MY TIME WITH U?

I couldn't see it then but this tirade was carefully designed to grind me
into the dirt. He knew the best way was by tripping me with guilt, shame,
infantilizing me even further, and twisting the knife of jealousy by
mentioning how much better Bryan was in the sack. It had the intended
effect. I know it's crazy but I thought seriously about hurting myself. I
felt so wretched that it was like I didn't deserve to live. Thank God I
didn't get too far down the road of thinking this way, because a bit later
there was another text.

U WILL HAVE TO BE PUNISHED. AND I MEAN REALLY, REALLY, REALLY BAD. WORSE
THAN I EVER PUNISHED ANY1. I HATE THAT YOU'RE MAKING ME DO THIS BUT THERE
IT IS.

If I had still been talking to April, she would rightfully have told me
that "look what you made me do" is classic abuser speak. But I was way past
any rational thought. I swooned at the thought that I could get back in his
good graces. I texted back, "Yes, yes, please! I deserve to be punished
real bad. I'll do anything, just tell me what to do." Surprisingly, he
texted me the name and address of a sushi restaurant in Anaheim and a time,
7:30 tomorrow evening. WE'LL TALK. I promised I would be there.

The sushi restaurant was very nice and quite expensive. Jeremy was also not
wearing his usual ragged T-shirts and baggy shorts. He looked like he'd had
a bit of a makeover, with an expensive cable-knit sweater and L.L. Bean
boots, though the long hair and five o'clock shadow were ever-present. I
was quivering when I got inside and sat down at his table. He was quite
calm and even smiled and said hello in a friendly way. "I missed you," he
said, and I smiled and looked down at the table. It was all I could do to
keep from falling at his feet and begging him to forgive me. I was also
very nervous to hear what my punishment would be.

Jeremy ordered a bunch of sushi and a beer for each of us. We made some
small-talk about the holidays and such. Then finally he got serious. "I
want you to listen to me very carefully. You have a decision to make. It
won't be an easy one. But I think it's a fair deal. It's as fair as I know
how to make it."

He told me that the script was in a key phase. He knew it needed work and
there were some parts he was going to change. But soon, he promised, he and
Bryan were going to pitch the movie to Bryan's father. There could not be
any hint of negative word out there on the street about the script. This
was why my transgression was so serious. And he said he was extremely
disappointed that I told the group what I thought of the script, and if I
hated it, I should have told him privately first. Alcohol, he said, was no
excuse. Then he said I had two choices.

"Option one is to leave the group. You can do it quietly and discreetly,
and no one will say anything. But if you do that, you will never again be
allowed to have any contact with anyone from the group, or with me, for the
whole rest of your life. You'll also guarantee me that you will never,
ever, ever tell anyone in the whole rest of your life about anything that
happened between us. Nothing you saw, nothing you heard, nothing we did. If
you get married you'll never tell your husband or wife. You'll never tell
your therapist or a priest or a lawyer, not even anyone who owes a duty of
confidentiality. Absolute silence. Omerta, they call it in the
Mafia. You're absolutely free to go. But that's the price. If you choose
this option, we'll have a nice dinner here tonight, on me, and then we'll
go away and it'll be over. A totally clean break. You understand?"

I nodded. "Respond verbally please," he said sharply, which I remember was
something he said to his nephew.

"Yeah. I understand."

"Option two is to stay with the group, and me. But you will be
punished. Your punishment will have two phases. The second phase, the more
serious phase, I can't even tell you about yet. You have to agree to it up
front, sight unseen. That phase is to correct you and change your behavior
going forward. The first phase isn't even really about you, but about the
rest of the group, everyone who was there to hear you talk shit at the
party. You're going to be whipped. It's going to happen in front of
everybody. They all need to see it. I know it's barbaric and medieval. I
can't believe it's come to this. I don't want to cause you pain. But this
has to happen, Dan. You understand?"

"Yeah. I get it."

"Don't even decide now. Think about it for a few days. Let's have dinner."

The second part of the punishment, the one he wouldn't talk about, was
ominous but honestly I didn't think much about it. If Jeremy hadn't said
not to tell him my decision right then, I would have agreed on the spot. I
did think about it later, but at that moment I was incredibly relieved that
I had a chance to patch things up.

We had dinner. The sushi was terrific; I learned from reading the menu that
the place had a Michelin star. We talked mostly about ancient
civilizations. Jeremy had read a new book about the Egyptians and he went
on and on about their death rituals while we ate tuna rolls and
yellowtail. My passion for him was ignited again. Just seeing his big
powerful hands grasping the chopsticks and his thick belly under the
sweater aroused me. He didn't even look at the bill but tossed a credit
card on the tray. It did not have his name on it but I didn't see whose it
was. The bill was over $100. The vacation, the new clothes and the bill--I
guess this all had to be Bryan's money, somehow, but I didn't ask and
didn't want to think about it.

When we walked out of the restaurant Jeremy said, very casually, "Do you
want to sit with me in my car for a few minutes?" I said yes. We went to
his dusty Honda CRX covered in political bumper stickers. We got inside and
closed the doors. It felt like he wanted to tell me something else, but he
said nothing. He put his keys in the ignition and turned on the electrical
system but didn't start the engine. The stereo came on and it was playing a
band called Deep Forest, which fused indigenous beats with electronic
music. Jeremy slid down in the driver's seat, spread his legs and unzipped
the fly of his jeans. He pulled his cock out through the fly of his boxer
briefs. There wasn't a lot of light in the front seat of the car but I
could see its outline, hard, thick and straight. I reached over with my
left hand and started caressing it. Just having his penis in my hand again
was comforting. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back. I was
wondering if he wanted me to blow him. I would have if I could, but there
was the gear shift lever sticking up between the seats that made it
impossible. He seemed to enjoy me masturbating him. He groaned softly and
clasped his hands behind his head. I got into a good rhythm with my hands,
eventually using my right hand to help. He was excited because I started
feeling precum seeping out of his tip not long after I began working on
him.

The great thing was that he didn't have to tell me anything. I knew Jeremy
well enough to know when he was on the verge of orgasm. His dick quivered
slightly and then erupted, shooting jets of hot cum all over my hands. I
used my right hand to catch most of it. He made no sound at all as he came
but sighed contentedly when it was over. He also didn't have to tell me
what to do with what he gave me. I brought my hands to my face and quickly
licked up every drop. My own dick was like concrete in my pants but I
didn't dare touch myself. After a little while he sat up, put his dick
away, zipped up his jeans and turned the key to start the ignition. I was
too afraid to say anything. He said, "Text me your answer by noon on
Friday, okay?" I quietly got out of the car, closed the door and started
toward my own car as he drove off, the stereo still pulsing Deep Forest. I
drove home and jacked off as soon as I walked through the door of my
apartment. I was so hot it took about three strokes before I exploded.

More to come...


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