Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 07:34:11 EDT
From: MtWhiteRock@aol.com
Subject: The Possession

I began the adventure unaware of the eventual condition to which it would
lead. It was all innocent experimentation, at least I thought so at the
time.

Trent and I attended Burning Man in '99. Nudity was nothing new to us;
we'd both frequented gay nude beaches and naturist events. What was
different about Burning Man was the exhilaration of being free to do
whatever came to mind without fear of retribution for breaking some kind
of social taboo or other. Not just the fact we were free to walk around
completely naked or ride bicycles bareback through a whirling dust cloud.
But the idea we were at liberty to be ourselves around others who were
far different from us -- who showed absolute tolerance for our lifestyle
although they preferred another.

Way out in the Nevada desert, far from "civilization" and the police
state, we took the first step into another realm. For it was here we
first learned of entities of the fifth dimension which can (and should)
be used to enhance our sexual well-being.

We met Maggard, the wizard, at Burning Man. He invited us into his large
tent set up near the festival's icon. Other gay men were invited; almost
all nude. Maggard instructed us to sit in a circle holding hands, to
which we complied. He then explained there are forces outside the natural
realm which, when properly invoked, will amplify our sexual ecstasy
beyond our wildest dreams, far more than erotic enhancing drugs.

After speaking for about 30 minutes, Maggard asked, "Would any of you
like to volunteer for a demonstration?"

About two dozen hands went up, Trent and I among them. He chose another
male couple from New Mexico, Luke and Jake.

We watched intently as Maggard seated the two at the front, asked them to
close their eyes and recite an incantation that seemed foreign to us. He
informed them in advance they would sense a being enter them as they
invited him in during the ritual. After sensing the presence of the
being, they were to request an increased sexual arousal followed by
ecstatic ejaculation on completion.

The men, Luke and Jake, followed the wizard's instructions. Then suddenly
we could see the visible change on the couple's faces. It was like a form
of hypnosis, to be sure, but the men's continence was in such contrast to
before. The two guys had invited the spirits in to make their sexual
experience more dynamic.

Both men showed instant hardons. Then as they opened their eyes, they
smiled and reached for one another. Their eyes seemed glazed, like in a
dream. Yet it was so real. Jake started licking Luke's shoulder like a
dog, then followed Luke's body down his trail to his engorged penis. He
licked his partner's cockhead slowly at first, circling the groove under
the head as if not to miss an inch.

Soon, both men were hooked up, Luke on top of Mark, humping in wild
abandon. We watched in amazement. Yes, it was far different from the
"norm," for these guys were fucking right in front of a crowd which they
probably were unaware. A hypnotic spell of sorts, we surmised.

Trent and I wanted to know more. So, after the session we cornered
Maggard and asked him what we were to do. Maggard suggested, "First, you
must be willing to allow the being inside you. Second, you must specify
why you want him and what your requests are. If you veer from appropriate
procedure, the spirits could damage you. So be careful, friends."

We took his counsel and purchased an incantation book from Maggard.

Upon our return home, I quickly picked up the text to read. Trent too, on
his off-days. Together we memorized the incantation and knew the meaning,
although it sounded as alien gibberish.

Maggard had informed us that upon penetration from the beings that we
would immediately have the urgent desire to disrobe and remain in that
condition indefinitely. For that, we had no problem, because we had
always appreciated nakedness. But Maggard added, "No, it's the
exceptional desire to be nude, to discard clothing in the outdoors and
public when practical. The spirits will guide you when to disrobe; they
will have foreknowledge to prevent arrest. You'll see."

On the scheduled night, Trent and I sat down on the floor together, our
legs overlapped and crossed, as Maggard instructed. We conducted the
session, first lighting candles around the room for a conducive
atmosphere.

We knew we were asking the spirits of eroticism to enter us and make
their home in our bodies. We were not ignorant of the fact this was an
eternal pact which would change our behaviors forever and that
acquaintances would immediately notice the difference. For, we'd seen the
immediate change in Luke and Jake at Burning Man.

Somehow, though, we wanted them in to make sex an adventure instead of a
routine occurrence that grows old over time. We wanted the absolute
wickedness to grasp hold of us, throwing us involuntarily into the state
of wild beasts. It was a conscious decision to commit to the unconscious.

Trent and I recited the incantation aloud, "Veme, veme, garnochita rachi.
Lemita sarza bes yanta." (Meaning: "Spirits, spirits of the erotic
dimension. Please enter us; we are yours.")

Immediately I felt a tingle in my stomach, then an overpowering drive to
rip my clothes off, which I did. They lay in shreds on the floor. Trent
did the same.

Then I could hear the spirit speaking to me from inside, as if he had
control of my being. He commanded, "Throw your partner down and prepare
to fuck him up the ass. Don't bother with lube."

Immediately I obeyed, and Trent somehow was expecting my next move. I saw
the starry glaze over his eyes and that evil smile. Then I noticed he was
drooling saliva out the mouth like some crazed animal. I liked what I
saw.

It was in that second I realized in full what being "possessed" meant.
For, we were possessed together, in one accord. And I loved it. We agreed
to the arrangement; it was a voluntary invitation for the spirits to
possess us, that's the difference. I no longer wanted to be "ordinary,"
but controlled by a more powerful being that would force me to do the
unconventional without shame, without remorse. I no longer feared being
outside the norm, rejection, or punishment for breaking social mores. For
the person inside me was in the driver's seat from now on, not me. He was
calling all the shots.

My spirit's name was "Recho," meaning "Rebel." And boy, is he ever!
Trent's spirit's name was "Mirone," meaning "Naked One."

Possession was a gradual process, although at the initiation that night
when we made the invitation it was quite evident. Recho got around to
making me use profane language more, which I gladly did. Every other
word, nearly, was an expletive, and it came out of me so naturally. My
voice also changed; in truth, it was Recho speaking through me. Sometimes
I didn't even know what I was saying. People noticed the change; I simply
smiled in acknowledgment. I was happy with my new image. They could get
used to it.

Recho ordered me to be tattooed over much of my body; images representing
demon possession, of naked men chasing other naked men, of horned beasts
with huge penises porking mortal males up the ass; the mortal males had
open mouths and seemed to scream in anguish as the huge demons raped
them. He ordered me to have my ears and cock pierced, on which I attached
rings. I was looking more like a goddam pagan every day; it pleased me to
no end, as well as Recho, which I worshipped constantly under my breath.

I walked the streets of San Francisco at various festivals totally naked.
I was proud of my new look, as was Trent.

Trent's appearance and voice also changed over time. He no longer spoke
in soft tones but carried a coarse, deep voice; uttering the most vile
words I'd ever heard come out of his mouth. Mirone, his pet demon, forced
him to be naked all the time at home and sometimes ordered him to strip
in public when the coast was clear. Sometimes at rock concerts, at Bay to
Breakers, at Folsum, but always at the beach. He gladly obeyed.

I loved seeing Trent's athletic bare butt in public and told him so. I
would bend down and lick the crease of his ass from his spine to his
balls; then slip my tongue deep down his hole and wiggle it. All the
while others watched, some in disgust, others in lust. Trent loved the
feel of my tongue ring up his asshole. Especially in public. I
appreciated the impact and worshipped Recho inside me for making us so
nasty.

Being possessed made our cocks dribble precum constantly. When clothed,
our pants and underwear showed undeniable wetspots. All we could think
about were fucking and demon-worship. We were possessed and gladly so. We
came an average seven times a day, sometimes more. And they weren't
slight spurts, but long strings of cum like we'd never done before.
Sometimes our masters would order us to save cum to eat with dinner,
especially with friends over. Cum was also used for ceremonial purposes.
Point is, we were compulsively consuming cum and thrived on the taste.

We experienced what they call "dream-states" constantly. In the middle of
the night, we'd seem to be awake, but weren't, where we could see our
attached demons and ask them to pork us right then and there, which they
did. We could feel their demon seed enter us in pulsating spasms of
hellish warmth. I asked Recho to take me over and make me the wildest man
who ever lived. I could sense he was pleased with that request.

In dream-states, we floated about the room, then rested as we hooked up
the remainder of the night. I kept my tool up Trent's garage overnight.
We not only did not want to be exorcised, we desired to be possessed a
step further into the realm, it was so exciting.

The possession progressed to where Recho and Mirone commanded that we
establish an altar and sanctuary in our basement. We obeyed. Every night
at 12 Trent and I would head naked to the basement for worship service.
We got down on our knees first and worshipped, thanking the spirits for
making us the sexually wild animals that we were, then lying prostrate in
front of the altar and asking them to come into us more and enable us to
become so full of lust, we couldn't contain it.

We felt them swirl around us, saw the candle flames blown by the wind
when there were no windows, no doors open to permit such. We realized it
was paranormal. Next, we felt them re-enter us, giving us that burning
sensation. Then the spirits gently lifted us together off the floor,
rotating us in various directions, then forcing us to fuck as we'd never
done before in midair. We were like nude astronauts weightless in outer
space attempting to maneuver in order to dock up to one another.

My throbbing hard cock soon found Trent's treasure and slid in while
floating in air. The spirits assisted. The feeling was so exhilarating,
yet frightening.... the kind of fright that excites rather than
petrifies. Our hearts were racing fast, and we felt the heat of the sex
demons inside. Oh, how glorious! Praise be to the demons and the lusts
which have overcome us!

The next stage was to invite other male friends to our private sanctuary.
We established a secret society, a fraternal order of males possessed, of
male witches. It was a coven of sorts, whose objective was the
enhancement of sexuality. We taught, as our mentor Maggard had
instructed, to gently coax the spirits in, then use them to full
advantage.

It was such a pleasure observing other males while in the process of
being possessed, some of them writhing on the ground, convulsing,
salivating, then coming to full arousal involuntarily and ejaculation
without even assistance. Then to listen to them blaspheme, scream
profanity in a strange voice, and dance around the room naked while in a
trance. It was beautiful.

Then to witness them proceed to rape their partners, have dogs mount them
while on all fours, and literally turn into something they weren't
before, is so rewarding. So be it.

You, also, may be interested. Want more? Here's how: Naked, on bended
knee, simply pray and ask the spirits orally, "Please come into me, sex
demons, and make me yours. Make my sexual experience an adventure like a
wild animal constantly lusting, constantly seeking pleasure. I want an
exciting sex life that only you can fill. Therefore, I freely invite you
in to take possession now. Amen."

You then will feel the exhilaration and an erection like you've never had
before.

I'm possessed and happier than I've ever been.

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NOTE: The above story is written as a fiction-fantasy. 5/28/06

If interested, write to MtWhiteRock@aol.com
Derek Hammil