Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2020 07:31:58 -0500 From: James Heuvelen Subject: realm of darkness part 11 Realm of Darkness Part 11 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. The author welcomes helpful feedback and suggestions. To get important background for the Realm of Darkness series, please check out parts 1 and 2 of "My Eternal Damnation," also posted in Nifty. Be sure to donate generously: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Fly Mass with young Aiden was incredibly perverse. I must have fallen asleep from sheer demon-induced exhaustion. I woke naked up in my own room in Grey's building. I took a deep breath and could not believe how energized still I was. My cock was already hard and eager to indulge in Satanic depravities. I felt a deep urge invoke Satan in thanks for my transformation and for the ways has Satan manifested himself in the young and perverse Aiden, especially the violation of his father. I fell to my knees by the side of the bed, my arms stretched upward. The invocation streamed from my wicked core: "There is only one power. There is only one source of wickedness and evil. There is only one who can offer ultimate man pleasures. It is you, Lord and Master, Satan! Hail to you! Hail! Hail! Hail! I am not worthy, but you have chosen me. Master Satan, hone me, shape me, form me to serve you in perversion. Save me from shame and guilt. Purify my conscience to rid me of regret and remorse. Hail Satan!" A knock on the door broke through the spell sweeping over me. I opened the door. Seth stood there, dressed in thin silk t-shirt and a tight black speedo, with no shoes or socks. "Quite a night, wasn't it, with young Aiden?" he smiled, as he looked over my naked young body and my erect penis. "Like no other, from the transformation to and from Baphomet, then the boy Aiden and the Fly Mass. I could not have dreamed anything that intense. I have already thanked Satan and offered myself to more corruption," I replied. "Yes, Carter, Satan has heard your entreaty, and it has pleased him. Flies, maggots, boys—few things disgust you now. Your soul and body are Satan's to use and to be used. I can see the how our Lord keeps you in a constant state of arousal," he said as he looked at my erect penis and smiled. "Logan and Drew are awake, and they too performed their own spontaneous invoking of thanks this morning. And, of course, I have also." I replied, "I feel so close to Drew and Logan. I can hardly wait for them to describe what went on in their rooms. I hope what they achieved, and what Grey did is just as twisted as the film set with Aiden and crew. Seth, my love for Satan and the demons ...well, it is impossible to describe." . "You will find words eventually. Words are your gift, Carter Now, put on the robe and jock I gave you yesterday. Follow me to the dining area where we will have a light breakfast. I can tell you three there how the day will unfold toward tonight's time of worship. " Unfortunately, Grey cannot meet with us until this afternoon, but rest assured, he will lead you to new depths of depravity again tonight," Seth said. We three were dressed in our robes and sat a table. Young, naked waites served fruit, eggs and toast. We ate in silence. We were all so ready to relate what had unfolded in our respective rooms, and Seth was aware of it. "You three are anxious to tell what happened last night at your orgies. Be patient, though. Grey will gather with us this afternoon. You will be permitted to share then. It is essential that Grey be present to channel your experiences into a more profound grasp of Satan's methods and means. My brothers, the wait will be worth it." Logan responded, "A little disappointing, I guess. I get it and am ok with waiting. What is happening until then?" Our conversation at the table continued with Seth. "Yesterday seems so long ago, doesn't it? Remember when I said on the bus that I would tell about my conversion to Satan? With Dr. Alex?" He did not wait for our reply. "Grey wants me to share my conversion with you in detail. I think all of us return over and over to our first encounter with the real and majestic Lord Satan. And we recall it vividly when we invoke and masturbate, right?" "Of course," Drew replied, and we all nodded. "The moment of renouncing my baptism, offering Satan my soul, then leaving god or whatever and then joining Satan was incredible. Of course, I jerk off a lot thinking about it. Satan keeps the event alive and stirring in my mind, and I thank my Lord for that." Drew said exactly what Logan and I were thinking. Seth went on, "You are getting a hint about what we are going to do in our next few hours. We will move from here to the self-pleasuring space. A room for shared Satan-fueled masturbation. It is a plush space, and once there, you each take one of the couches there. Several devices are at your disposal-- dildoes, plugs, rings, et cetera – if you feel the need to use them. We got up from the table and followed Seth to the room. Four beds lacking footboard and headboard and covered with black sheets were arranged like spokes around a single pedestal. The top of each bed was adorned with a large cushion for our heads. A large Satanic altar dominated one side of the room, replete with two black candles, human and goat skulls. An old book with woodcuts of Satanic images lay open. The flickering candles cast light on the pictures and words copied carefully by in an unknown language. The room virtually churned with dark power. Boy-demons, faultlessly angelic, yet monstrously macabre, floated around the room. They appeared and then disappeared. The room was so erotically and demonically charged that I could hardly breathe. Seth felt our awe at the room's Satanic ambiance. "Astounding room, isn't it? Grey took years to design it and then equip it as a shrine to masturbation. He wanted a space where the carnality of self-pleasuring to a true Satanic act could be celebrated. He has other rooms dedicated to specific practices—Satanic oral, Satanic penetrations and double penetrations, Satanic rimming...you get the idea. I am not sure how many of the rooms you'll visit and revel in while you are here, but we do have Grey's permission to start here. As you can see, the boy-demons are already aroused and are swirling around us. Strip down and feel them brush against you. We doffed our robes and peeled off the straps. "'Remember when Logan told his conversion account when we were in the bus, and we were fed by the incestuous power when he came over to darkness? Right now, after we invoke Satan to increase our level of arousal, we will be drawn into an an intense masturbatory bond, I will relate my conversion story, then Carter and Drew, " Seth explained. "What is this masturbatory bond?. I've never heard of it," I asked. Seth went on. "That is understandable, Carter. A masturbatory bond in Satanic practice is simply this: Once our invoking summons Satan, our Lord's potency will fuel our burning love for Him and for each other. We will close our eyes and listen to the one telling the story. "That story will vividly come to life in our minds' eye. We will return to the moments of each others' conversions and enshrine that first dark moment that captured us. If we cum during the trace, the demons here will collect each shiny drop and mix it together in the dark chalice. Grey will use your emissions later today. " I will start and tell about Dr. Alex, and you will feel every emotion, every smell and touch, every moment of my first Satanic possession in exquisite and stunning detail. Before that unfolds, we will kneel at the altar. Logan will lead us in the first phase of invoking. Carter in the second, and Drew in the third. Use any name for Satan and any demon that comes into your minds. Satan himself will give the signal to start when we are all high and possessed. Then, follow me to your couches. Logan, start us, will you?" We knelt at the altar, and Logan began. I felt my mind wrapping around every syllable of his summons to the Dark Lord. "Hail Satan, we have given you our souls. Now fill that emptiness with total love for you. Satan and all demons, Baphomet and Baalmoloch, Azazel and Dantalion, enter us, fill us, corrupt us, pleasure us! We hold nothing back and will follow you into the depths of debauchery. Hail Satan! Come!" He repeated the summons three powerful times, pulling demonic energy from the depths of hell and perdition into our bodies. Logan was finished. He breathed deeply, and when he exhaled, the boy-demons devoured eagerly swept in to devour every charged particle of air. I was already soaring with my brothers in the Satanic forces and desperately wanted to take us deeper and deeper into possession. I started my invoking. "Satan, my Master, my Corrupter, my Defiler: Hail to you and hail to your servants the maggots who feed on death and give us life! Come into us, surge in us, flow in us. Hail, Master! Turn us into maggots and let us taste and devour life. Satan, expand our nipples and enter us. Come through the slits and fill us." I went on. "Hail Satan, we trace 666 on our hard cocks and dedicate them anew to your service. Rouse evil from your core and let it flow freely down our cum slits. Contaminate our very cum, make it the venom of evil, the poison of wickedness," I implored Satan with the same words, once, twice, three times. " My invocation surprised me. I had never thought of sharing the appetite of a maggot, but now craved that craven wickedness as never before. I felt the same appetite grow in Logan, Seth and Drew. I exhaled the same white-hot breath, and the boy-demons swept in to consume it, as all four of us were moaned while possession intensified. By now, Drew's voice had become deep and empty. He had become possessed and invoked to Satan and to all his named and unnamed partners in the pantheon of demons. "My beloved father Satan, my ancient demon partners in wickedness: You churn and swirl within me. Come in dark fullness into my brother Seth. Empower his story of conversion and bring it to life. Hail Satan and all demons for our leader Grey, for his apprentice Dr. Alex and for all the dark, ancient unseen forces that lured Seth into your Realm of Darkness. Father Satan, bring me and my brothers here into the full power of Seth's first satanic surge of cum. Hail Satan!" Seth rose from the altar, and laid down on his couch, and we joined him on beds. Instinctively, we closed our eyes and waited to share his journey. I felt my body leave me and unite with Seth's. I was thinking his thoughts. My penis was his penis. His curiosity and openness to Satan was mine. I was sure that Logan and Drew were also being transported by dark energies to Seth's being. It did not matter to me if I was possessing Seth, of if Seth was possessing me. Seth started his conversion narrative. "I couldn't keep my mind off Dr. Alex' lectures on Satan, and when he came back from the conference in Montreal, the lectures became more intense for me. He made every attempt to be a neutral academic, just sharing information, but when he made occasional eye contact with me, my throat tightened and my penis stirred. " I was sure that he was seducing me. Was it my projection? My imagination? I was taking notes, and suddenly a power directed my hand to write: Come to me, Satan! When I had written it, Dr. Alex smiled briefly at me. We were bonding. "I approached him after class. `Dr. Alex, I have questions about the class that I did not feel ready to share in public. Could I come to your office sometime and get some direction?' I asked. "'By all means,' he said as he checked the schedule on his cell. `How about today? Right after lunch, say, one o'clock. My office door will be open.' "Great! I will be there at one. Thank you, Dr. Alex,' I replied and walked out of the lecture hall. His door was open. He sat at his desk and motioned me into the office space, typical academic space with a few papers on the desk, framed degrees, with books cramming every shelf. I knocked softly to get his attention. "'Hello, Seth. Come in and sit down. Going well, I presume?'" he asked. "For the most part, Professor," I replied, and I do have some questions about the class, like I mentioned this morning. " I sense that you like the class a lot, and, you are right, you have to be careful and guarded with specific questions. So, what's on your mind, Seth? There are no dumb questions,'" he said. I decided to be honest. "Don't put me in the crazy category, but when you lecture about Satan, I get very strong sense of a strange presence around me. I grew up in a church and never, ever had a sense of god in that way. I consider myself open-minded and spiritual, and I signed up for your class to help me in my spiritual seeking. And it seems like the tables turned. Instead of seeking, I am being sought. And today, I wrote "Come to me, Satan!" on my notebook like I was directed to do. What do you think?" "Dr. Alex was cautiously academic. `First, Seth, I want to affirm where you are. You are definitely not crazy. If that were the case, I would have already suggested that you use the college counseling services. I'm walking a fine line here by sharing my personal spiritual journey. Truth is, Seth, right now I feel the same presence as you feel. I know, I should not have articulated that, but it's the truth.' Then he grew quiet, mulling over his next comment. Or was he waiting for me to talk next? "My heart pounded. `Can I trust you, Dr. Alex, to take me seriously?' "At that moment our eyes met. I felt a bond and a powerful invitation to open up to him about what I had been was sensing and suspecting during the Satan lectures. `Is the presence Satan?' I asked, my voice trembling "Dr. Alex stood up from behind his desk, moved toward the door and gently shut it. `We need to be totally private now, Seth,' he said in a whisper. `You are correct, Satan is seeking you, not just during my class but since you were fifteen. More about that later. I too was sought and waited almost twenty years to make my first, full confession of faith in Lord Satan.' "I relaxed, affirmed by his deep grasp of my intuition. `Are you a Satanist, then?' "'Yes, I belong fully and completely to the Dark Lord. I am called to do His bidding. I am equipped to advance His realm. Yes, I am a full and dedicated Satanist, Seth. Can you sense the power that surrounds us now, whirling around us, pulling at your body and soul?' "'Yes, yes, totally, fully. I want more of it. I want to be who you are, Dr. Alex.' I declared. "'Then you will be, Seth, trust me. And realize that this is not your decision. Satan has claimed you long ago, and now your destiny is unfolding. You will be his soon, I promise,' he replied. "'And I must warn you of the danger. I will lead you in the vow of discretion before we take any further steps. Simply put, if you venture outside the Satanic brotherhood to share your faith with the unworthy or reveal the identities of those already in the Realm of Darkness, Satan will punish you severely," he warned. `It is a small thing required of us who belong to evil, who have been chosen for evil, and who serve the vile whims of Satan. Will you take the vow of your own free will?' "'Yes I chose to take the vow in my own free will,' I replied. "'Then repeat after me and after that you can leave and meet me for a formal initiation tonight,' `Lord Satan, I take the oath of discretion of your works and ways. `I will remain silent among those who do not know you. `I will not reveal the names or identities of the thousands who serve you. `I will accept the pain and punishment if I disobey. `Master Darkness, I am ready for your thrall. I am prepared the beginning' "'Perfect. Your sincere vow allows a deeper level of trust and love between us'. He handed me a card with his address. `After you know where I reside and where I worship, burn the card.' Then he opened the door, and I left. (The next chapter will provide more detail to Seth's conversion at Dr. Alex' home. If you like these stories, let me know. I love the feed back that I'm getting.)