Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2020 14:05:58 -0500 From: James Heuvelen Subject: Realm of Darkness --Part 9 EALM OF DARKNESS PART 8 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 feed back 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 "Fifty men are waiting. Let the orgy begin." Baphomet-Grey's words echoed in the transformation chamber. His invitation filled us with waves of anticipation for what was yet to come. He motioned us into a hallway lined with mirrors. "This is Satan's Palace of Versailles, the hall of mirrors. Look at yourselves from all angles. Pose and preen, you demon Narcissists. Love your grotesqueness. Cherish it as an exquisite gift from the Lord of Darkness." The mirrors captured me from every angle, and I began to feel pride and love what I had become, animated to serve to the glory of Satan. Baphomet-Grey directed us. "Move with me from the mirrors into the hallway. Note the four doors. Not all fifty men are in one room, and I will show you which one to enter. Each room has been prepared especially for you. One for Baphomet-Carter, one for Baphomet-Drew, one for Baphomet-Logan and one for me. There you will advance the Realm of Darkness in your own unique ways." How did it feel being a demon? What was I experiencing inside of my goat head? What was I tingling in my fingers, now adorned with rapacious claws? What was boiling inside my expanded nipples? What was ready to burst from my six-ringed penis? The answer to all those questions was simple: Satanic hunger and Diabolical thirst. Every cell of my new transmuted body hungered and thirsted. Hunger and thirst raged in me, but not the natural hunger of an empty stomach or the natural thirst of a parched throat. No, I hungered for eternal souls. I thirsted for human substance. I needed to feed, devour, digest human essence, and offer it to Satan. I craved the perverse joy as souls assimilated with Satan and become part of his wickedness. My desires became more focused. I hungered to bend sons to fathers and fathers to sons so that they could delight in Satan-fueled perversion incest. I had never been so completely Satan's I was then. I was a physically altered, and my body was finely honed to serve Satan's realm. Yes, I was hideously ugly. I also realized that boys on the edge of their first cum would be wildly attracted to me. A mere gaze at my bizarre erotic beauty would overwhelm their every fear and reservation. My appearance would horrify them at first, then captivate them, and finally drive them to me. A single nod from me would pull them into my deadly embrace and to feed from my nipples. I would guide them to kneel at the Master's altar and invoke, drink death from the black chalice, and rise to join in incestuous worship of Lord Satan. I, Baphomet-Carter, was the bait, the lure, the irresistible temptation. My demonic memory swept me back to the porn that Officer Mike (in Part 1 of the Nifty Story "My Eternal Damnation) showed me in my first invoking... the beauty of the men, their passion for each other, their perversions were the lure and bait he used. I could not resist it then, and others could not resist me now. Even as a nine-year-old I could not take my eyes off the screen whenever Mike led me in invoking. In my bedroom at home, I watched Mike's recordings over and over. They were amateur, but the power of Satan oozed from flickering screen, and I lived and re-lived each session. I did not know what Satan had in store for me now, but I felt the urge to record my next steps as Baphomet-Carter just as Mike had recorded me. I was grateful to Grey that he had brought us into the hall of mirrors. The power of what I looked like captured my dark thoughts. I was living, pulsating demonic pornography. We three demons followed Baphomet-Grey down the hallway. I hailed Satan over and over in thanks for my transformation. I also recalled Seth's words earlier about my destiny as a writer of Satanic screen plays. He shared that brotherhood had already put a production team together for an authentic, professional recording of Satanic worship. I thought about the best porn I had ever seen, and what made it impressive—elaborate sets, a plot, passionate participants and high production values, with no costs spared. That's what I wanted to be part of and have cameras record my demonic form corrupting sons and fathers with that sort of quality, and producer, the crew, director and final editors all dedicated to advancing the Realm of Darkness. Was that now happening? My contorted goat-mouth salivated in expectation. My door opened, and I entered. I was met by a collective gasp and muffled mutterings of "Hail Satan" from about fifteen men there. I assumed they were the production crew, all dressed in black leather chest harnesses and tight black speedos. They were riveted to this demonic being in their midst and were eager to record my acts of perversion and corruption. I sensed my power and control over them. I also noticed two smaller figures lingering at the edge of the space, but I could not make them out clearly. The room was set up for video production and expertly decorated as a Satanic temple set with all the necessary items-- the altar with skulls, inverted cross, and a black chalice. Thick, black velvet cloth draped three sides of the set. The cloth was richly embroidered with symbolism and was perfect as visual backdrop for Satanic adoration and Satanic man sex. I felt my own demonic pheromone drift into the space. I watched as crew nostrils flared to inhale it. Then one of the production crew carefully placed a small, silver screened case on the altar. I recognized it at once for its connection to the Fly Cult that Drew shared.. "Hail Satan! Hail Judas!" swept into my mind.. A large bed, covered in black sheets dominated the center of the space. Lights and cameras were set up on open fourth side, not obtrusively but to record the session in full, close-up detail. I recognized Seth, and he spoke. "Brothers, this is the moment, a culmination of incredible planning and coordination. As such, it is new venture in advancing the Realm of Darkness. We are a team called and trained to record the first actions of the new demon, Baphomet-Carter, and then share his actions with the chosen of Satan for them to view and enjoy. Hail Baphomet-Carter and Satan with me three times." The crew bowed toward me responded three times, "Hail Baphomet-Carter and Hail to our Lord and Master Satan!" Dark and ravenous love surged through the room and connected every there. I was able to sense each penis in the room enlarge and throb. Our eyes linked and affirmed our mutual sinister covenant, a covenant to be kept unbroken and inviolate for the glorification of Satan. Seth asserted himself as the director. "Tonight and on the next two night, I'll introduce three students from our so-called `Boys' College," he laughed. "'College' might be a misnomer, but that's what Grey calls it. In reality it is a front, a facade. Grey set up an exclusive gym for boys in this building and marketed it to super-rich families in surrounding apartment for their sons. The physical training is excellent. Boys win competitions at national events, Parents even battle with each other to get their boys accepted. In that way, we can recruit the very best. " But there's more going on, significantly more," Seth voice filled with a cruel, perverse kind of joy. "Parents have no idea, no clue that their sons are gradually, methodically being introduced to Satan in our primary training area. We instruct in seduction, in mastering invoking formulae, in introducing them to various demons, and in the history of Satanism, among other things. Some of our most promising students are prepared for ordination into the Fly Cult. "A level of absolute discretion is critical while the boys learn the dark side They love keeping secrets from their parents, and we richly reward them for it. In time, their love for Satan's brothers eventually replaces love for family. "Living double lives is no issue for them, and the boys are uniquely skilled at it. We are frequently surprised at what they say and do instinctively. We encourage an affinity for evil and wickedness, and we carefully tend and cultivate their sexuality at every age. Once in a while, one our gifted boys has the urge to start sacrifices. Of course, that always appeals to us, but we must strongly discourage it, since sacrifice is undertaken carefully only at the highest levels of Satanic practice, as you all are aware. They `graduate' to serve Satan with lifetimes of distinction. "The training becomes more focused as the boys mature into puberty. We keep track of their testosterone levels weekly and know precisely when they are on the cusp of their first cum. That is where you come in, Demon Baphomet-Carter. The boy we have for you is very close to his. "Our task tonight is to record Baphomet-Carter as this boy graduates into a fuller Satanism with his first orgasm. That can only fully unfold when he embraces Baphomet-Carter. And, to add the twisted nature of what Baphomet-Carter will do, his father will observe and not willingly. He will first witness with in rage and disgust, then with fascination and finally with zealous participation. My friends, your cameras will record footage this malicious spectacle, to share it with a specially selected audience. You will assist in advancing the realm of Satan as never before. You get that, don't you? And I do have to remind you of the curse." Seth concluded. "We do. Of course, We belong to Satan and seek his domination over all things. If we betray Satan and break our vow of silence, we will pay dearly," They answered. At that moment, the fact dawned on me that this specialized production crew was part of a lucrative Satanic enterprise. A select few Satanists were shelling out huge amounts for the few copies of authentic Satanic pornography. I was sure that they too feared direct and brutal reprisals from Satan if they ever broke the bond of secrecy. The bond was world-wide, spanning all political systems and religions. "Our boy is named Aiden. He is eleven and has been in the college since he was seven. He meets all the criteria of training, testosterone levels, discretion, and loyalty. He' one of our star students and has also been prepared for ordination into the Fly Cult," Seth explained "Baphomet-Carter. Make no effort to approach him. He will come to you and offer himself. Let him feed on your nipples until he is sated. " Bring Aiden and his father in," Seth commanded. A door opened, and the two stepped in. Immediately film crew members seized the father and tied him to a chair. They strapped a gag over his mouth. His eyes met mine and flashed with absolute horror at my hideousness. He struggled to protect his son. I saw the incredible shock on his face when Aiden showed no fear, hesitation or reluctance. Aiden stripped down and slowly approached me. I detected his intense love for me, and his exhilaration that his own father would soon fall under demonic power and give him his first orgasm. Two more would follow quickly Only with his first three orgasms acts of unrestrained, wicked incest could he attain to higher stature within the Dark Realm Aiden stood in front of me, his arms stretched out. His father shook in terror and fear as my ugly beauty drew this beautiful, innocent, willing boy into my monstrous embrace I stepped forward and enfolded him with my whole body, my claws rippling over his pure white back. Aiden began to feed at my nipples, voraciously. I released my demon milk drop by drop and held his head to my fountain to encourage him. He emptied one and then turned to the other nipple to feed. I held his head tightly to it and felt the rich, Satanic elixir slowly start to transform him. Small horns sprouted on his skull. I felt two bulges on his alabaster back, the onset of black, Satanic wings His boy penis pushed hard against me, wet with the demon milk that had flowed down his chest and abdomen. His fingers elongated but without the claws like I had He finished the feeding, turned and faced his father and the stunned crew. The film crew was awed by the physical alteration and could only gape at him in stunned silence. This beautiful boy was now demonically gorgeous, adorned with nubs of horns and with small spikes of emerging wings. Aiden posed arrogantly, defiantly and basked in the power of the one Dark Lord. The effect on his father was brutal. Revulsion and disgust flooded from his widened, terrified eyes. The gag muzzled his cries and his desperate protests. I could sense his total, murderous loathing for me. He was sickened by the undeniable fact that Aiden had come to me willingly. His undying love for Satan was on display, and his father sensed it with horror.. The son he considered pure and innocent had become a stunning, proud, rebel, a obedient renegade Imp of Hell. Aiden declared, "I have a new father, and He is Satan. I have a new family, and they are Satanists." His voice was deeper, and he took a deep breath, "I am a homosexual." Then he chanted louder, "HAIL SATAN! I AM A HOMOSEXUAL! HAIL SATAN! I led the crew in a four-fold affirmation. HAIL SATAN, BROTHER AIDEN! YOU ARE A HOMOSEXUAL! HAIL SATAN, AIDEN! HAIL SATAN, BROTHER AIDEN! YOU ARE A HOMOSEXUAL! HAIL SATAN, AIDEN! HAIL SATAN, BROTHER AIDEN! YOU ARE A HOMOSEXUAL! HAIL SATAN, AIDEN! HAIL SATAN, BROTHER AIDEN! YOU ARE A HOMOSEXUAL! HAIL SATAN, AIDEN! Aiden had been instructed in the three acts of a boy Satanist's first orgasm. First, he had to shoot into his father's mouth, then shoot into his father's ass and finally, ride my demon cock. He paused and surveyed the room. The first step unfolded. " I now need my birth father to suck me until I cum in his mouth." The father shook head furiously, refusing the boy's entreaty. It was time for me to intervene with my demonic power. I connected my eyes to his and channeled lust into this body, desire into his mind, and a craving for evil into his soul. I laughed out loud as the power I summoned from Satan choked his anger, smothered his fear and strangled the natural, protective paternal love for his son. He stopped struggling and began to accept and enjoy his fate. The film crew untied him and undid the gag. He stood up, and passion for his son swept through him. Two young boys who stood in the back of the room in dark shadows emerged into the dim light, totally naked. They seemed younger than Aiden. Seth called to them, "Prepare this man for his son!" The two approached him as the cameras focused on them. He was passive and compliant, no longer resisting. They stripped him completely and rubbed their young, smooth bodies against him. They kissed him, touched him, licked him and aroused him. As I watched from across the room, I realized that the two were no amateurs at seduction. They were practicing precise, methodical Satanic rituals of beguiling that had been perfected in them at the Boys' College. Each touch, each kiss increased the man's desire. The crew watched as Satan's thrall slowly owned him. The two aroused his animal self from passivity into an active lover. He wanted boy cock and fondled the boys, kissed them, directed them to kneel and taste his now-rigid penis. It was clear to me that he would soon lose every shred of reluctance and offer everything to facilitate his son's first orgasm. The boys and he were engaging more passionately when I walked over to him. "I am the demon Baphomet," I commanded "kneel before me and hail me and my master Satan." Without hesitation, he prostrated his naked, aroused body before my ringed cock and invoked six times "Hail Baphomet and Hail your Master Satan." He shuddered as the love for me and for Satan took control and started to free him for immorality with Aiden. I reached down and took his head my clawed hands, and our eyes met. I tested him. "Who is your new master?" "Satan is my new master." "Do you love Satan?" "Yes, with all my being. I want to serve him. I want corruption. I now want men as Aiden desires men." His conversion was powerful, and the cameras recorded each dark and erotic second of it. I pointed to Aiden and asked him, "Who is this boy? Whose son is he now?" "Aiden is no longer my progeny. He gave himself to you, Baphomet, not by coercion or force, but willingly. He saw your wicked beauty and could not resist. I have seen it too, and I also can no longer resist Satan's pull on me. Aiden is now a child of Satan, an offspring of Baphomet. He has become a thing of beauty with nascent horns and budding wings. I must have him and he must have me." I asked further, "Do you desire his demonic seed and to bond with him in the brotherhood? Will you enjoy his many couplings with us, his whoring with us, to enjoy it and give Satan glory for it?" "Yes, Baphomet," he replied, "I have always wanted Aiden's penis, from infancy on. I repressed it, denied it, and restrained my desires. Now my true lust for him has been liberated. I want to taste his first release and become his brother. I want his demon tongue to give me my first rimming and his boy cock to initiate my hole. I ache to join him, watch him, encourage him and serve Satan with him always." "Open your throat and suck my ringed cock," I demanded. I needed to inject him with demonic fluids to heighten his already stoked desire. He complied, gagging at first, but his throat opened to me. I scraped his back with my claws. The two boys fondled my nipples and released demon milk on his face and head. They licked up the demon milk, put it on their fingers and rubbed into his body and their bodies. I smiled at the crew and they smiled back and nodded the father's transformation. He would never be the same. Aiden was ready for him on the bed. I hovered over both of them to sanction Aiden's first cum. I needed to sanction his coupling with his now-satanic father. The first act, demanded by Satan, was ready to unfold under my direction. I leaned over the bed so Aiden and his father could kiss my ringed cock in worship and adoration. "Aiden," I said, "Perform the first step as you were taught in the College," "Suck my Satanic cock, Father," Aiden directed, "I want to feel your evil tongue, your wicked throat and your malicious lips on my boy cock. I want the lurid lust of your dark soul raging in me for my first, glorious wet climax. I'm filled with Baphomet milk. It has flowed into me, filled my glands and balls with pure Satanic power. Draw it from me, brother-father, feel my cock contort as evil gushes into you like magma from hell. Swallow it, and it will boil inside you and bond us in eternal pleasures. My release will father you into a new, dark existence! You will be my son in coupling after coupling of perdition. Hail Satan!" Aiden's father knelt between the boy's outstretched legs. His hands extended over the horns. He took the elongated fingers into his mouth and sucked them. Aiden beckoned him to kiss. Just as he approached Aiden's face, the boy took and deep breath and exhaled breath of the dark cloud. His father inhaled it deeply during the kiss and took it into himself. It made ashes what remainder of his heterosexual desires and made him reel with disgust over every previous encounter with the daughters of Eve. I proclaimed the powerful moment in front of the cameras. "Aiden is ready. Love his demon cock with all that you are. Brace yourself for the release. It will not take long. Aiden is already on the far side of the edge. Swallow every black drop and welcome its writhing effects. Then you will be ready for the second part, after that, the third. Do not resist the trance when it comes over you after all three. Do no struggle against the unconsciousness that will roll over you and pull you into horrific visions. When you awake, dress and return to your office. Full consciousness will return to you there." He went down on Aiden's demonic penis. The boy invoked Satan, then Baphomet, then Beelzebul with phrases that grew in intensity. He spoke to us, we incarnations of the Netherworld, we Hounds of Hell. He invoked them while his "father" performed cock ministrations with greater intensity. "The moment is close," I said. Indeed, it was. Aiden's body thrust violently, his head turned from side to side and then his eyes rolled back. His cock shot with such power that his father shook. He swallowed and then milked every last drop from Aiden. The boy's emission was not white but dark, almost bloody, a once-in-a-lifetime cum inspired by Satan. I could feel the Lord's delight that the planned perversion had occurred so masterfully, and masterfully recorded. Aiden was not sated. He moved to the second phase. He pushed his "father" on his hands and knees. Aiden's demonic tongue slithered in and out of the sphincter, and his lips glued themselves to it with rapacious desire. With his "father" moaning and begging Satan not to let it stop, Aiden pulled back. He got on his knees and hailed me and Satan. He thrust his hard cock into his "father's" virgin ass, pounding it with insatiable pleasure. Aiden slowly advanced into a second powerful release. I knelt in front of the "father" and pulled his face around my ugly, ringed demon penis. He took it deep. His body became a conduit for Aiden's demonic passion. I felt hell itself move through the body with Aiden's unrestrained, incessant pounding. The bond among us three tightened, constricting us to the point of breathlessness. Aiden stiffened as his second detonation built. "Hail Satan, I am conquering in your name. I am seeding to your glory," he shouted. His body shook with the orgasm, followed by a few less vigorous thrusts as he milked drop onto his "father's" throbbing gland. The intensity of Aiden's fucking elevated the man onto the plateau of his initial Satanic orgasm. He pulled back from sucking my cock and called out. "Satan is Lord. Satan is my Master. Lord Satan, receive my white offering. Lord Satan, I cannot hold back, my eternal soul is going to flow out with it. Now!" He was still on his hands and knees. Camera's focused on his cock as it exploded with currents of cum onto the black sheets. He then rolled over onto the bed, muttering incoherent invocations. He was totally spent and exhausted after his first satisfying foray into gay sex. "The cameras caught every frame of the moment, with detailed, close shots of the tryst among boy,man and demon. "Bring the bread to his ass now, " I commanded. "Collect what oozes out for the maggots." The day before the two boys were instructed to enter a church, pry open the tabernacle, and steal the consecrated bread. They now brought it to the man and collected Aiden's second Satanic fluid as it oozed from the hole. "Feed it to our servants, the maggots. It is a feast they will consume with frenzied zeal." I said. The boys moved the case, opened the feeding tray and inserted the wicked sustenance. "When Aiden is fully initiated tonight, he will be ready to preside as a Beelzebub priest in the fly mass." I had barely spoken when voices of the crew altered into excited buzzing. The sound started quietly, then built and faded. At its crescendo, I was sure that they had eaten the Beelzebub fly sacrament before, maybe many times before and were now anxious for Aiden to preside. I then laid my demon body next to the spent "father," so that he could closely observe Aiden's final, third act. Aiden climbed onto the bed and started to make passionate love to me. His tongue explored every inch of my hideous body. He sucked my tongue and nipples. He rubbed his penis over my horns. I opened my legs wide and invited him to feed on my demonic ass. He straddled my chest and offered me his hard penis. The two cums had not lessened his erotic energy, and I could feel Satan working in his every touch. "Invoke with me, Aiden," I said. Together we chanted as the words came to us, "Hail Satan, corrupter and source of all malevolence. Lead us deeper into the ancient mysteries, the primordial violations, the primal urges of man for man and man for boy. Infuse us, Master Satan, that our coupling may bring glory to your name and evil upon the earth. Hail Satan!" We said it twice and the "father" joined in the third invoking. Aiden lowered his young possessed body onto my ringed Baphomet cock. He faced me. I rose up to share my breath into his lungs in a long intense kiss. "You are my first cock, Baphomet-Carter," he said in an almost-giddy tone. He lowered himself slowly, gasping at times and wincing a little. I was now fully in him, his demonic substance encasing me. At first, he just squeezed me tightly and asked Satan to hallow the coupling between demon and boy. I then started to buckle my hips and push up slowly. As the juices of Hades began to flow, Aiden moved faster up and down, his hands cupping my demon nipples. Satan-empowered pleasure filled us. "Baphomet, love Satan with me. Adore him. Exalt the One who joins us and feeds us with evil and desire." We joined in a litany of stunning invoking, as the pace of our thrusting quickened. "Aiden love Satan with me. Adore him. Exalt the One who joins us and feeds us with evil and desire." "Baphomet, love Satan with me. Adore him. Exalt the One who joins us and feeds us with evil and desire." I could see the climax building as his mouth dropped open and waves of pleasure whirled in his body, and wanted our moment to be timed, Satan himself sharing our approaching burst with his own shuddering orgasm. I glanced to my side and saw that Aiden's "father" had revived and was stroking his own cock. Aiden also noticed. "Cum with me. Cum with Baphomet-Carter. Cum with Satan," Aiden demanded. Aiden's invitation brought us to the dark orgasmic instant, all four of us. I shot into Aiden from my demon cock. His cock shot not black but now white cum on my chest. His "father" shot strings to his own chin. Then we were struck by steaming droplets of sperm from Satan's own cock. When the cumming was over, Aiden's "father" slipped off the bed and onto the floor. He shuddered and moaned and then drifted into unconsciousness. Crew members took him and his clothes out of the room. They dismantled the lighting and the microphones quickly, pulled the black sheet off the bed and replaced it with another.. Aiden's initiation was now complete. The boys brought a black mitre and placed it on his head, and a leather collar, with a single fly symbol of diamonds on it. "Hail Satan.!" I said, "Aiden has now been ordained as a priest of the Fly Mass. He will consecrate for the first time, and we will consume the power of Beelzebub. Strip off and ready yourselves for it." Again, the fly sound arose from the gathered. It was not just audible. It was verbal. It was a shared Fly Invoking focused on Aiden. Aiden spoke, "In the name of Satan, Baphomet and Beezebub, let the Fly Mass commence."