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Subject: My Eternal Damnation Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and involves a sexual encounter between a nine-year old boy and an older man. If you are under eighteen years of age or you find this disturbing, please leave now. I gave myself to Him when I was nine. I remember the day well. My parents were devoted christians and so, not surprisingly, we attended church every Sunday. This Sunday would be no different, or so I thought. After a quick breakfast we headed out the door, climbed into the station wagon and drove off. We were only a block away from the church when we came to a sudden stop. A police officer approached with his hand outstretched and informed us that there had been a bad accident ahead and that we would need to find an alternate route. I unbuckled my seat belt and peered out the rear window to see if I could get a better look, but to no avail. “Hey there young fella, you better buckle that back up” he said with a wink and a smile. “Here, let me help you.” And with that he reached in, fastened the clasp and gave the belt a sharp tug. He then patted my leg with one hand and tipped his cap with the other. We arrived at the church with only moments to spare. It was a hot summer’s day and the air was heavy with the usual mix of cheap perfume and furniture polish. We settled into our regular pew and I sat there trying not to look overly bored as the service began. Every few minutes, I would discretely glance at my watch and mentally calculate how much longer it would be before we could leave. Like most any nine-year old, I would rather be home watching Sunday morning cartoons, reading comic books or riding my bike. And then came the sermon. The minister opened his notes at the lectern, cleared his throat and began his talk. This one would prove very much different from all the others. He spoke of the Power of Satan and how HE had the ability to corrupt good men. And of those amongst us who we assume to be good, god-fearing christians but have secretly committed themselves to Satan and are actively doing HIS work. The Devil knows our deepest, inner most thoughts and our weaknesses, he went on to say, and HE will use all of the trickery and deceit available to HIM to steal us away from god. In the battle between good and evil, many good men will fall. I glanced up at the minister in astonishment and could swear he was staring directly at me. So many questions began filling my mind. “How does HE know what I’m thinking, and how would HE go about corrupting me?” All the while I could feel my boyhood stirring. “What are the things that people do to serve HIM, and what could HE possibly expect of me?” “Would HE use me to corrupt others?” “Would I become a member of some secret society?” My thoughts were quickly becoming increasingly darker and more perverted. “Would HE let me play with myself free of guilt?” “The minister would say that’s a sin, but I like it so much.” “If jesus thinks it’s wrong but Satan says it’s OK, am I already under HIS control?” I glanced upward thinking of how much I enjoy rubbing myself, seeking out every opportunity to do so whenever and wherever I could, even in the church washroom, sitting in the stall as men pissed in the urinal. “Damn, it feels so good.” “So much pleasure, and all the more so because it’s my dirty little secret.” “Fuck”, I thought, “Satan must be the true God of all Pleasure.” I desperately wanted to reach down and touch myself thinking of all the men and boys who have already answered HIS call. I rested the prayer book on my lap and ever so discreetly moved it back and forth so that no one would notice. “Could it be true?” “Did I want to join them in their fight against god?” “Did I want to undo all that is holy?” “To turn good into evil, and to help bring others into HIS fold?” “To destroy the church and all that it stood for?” Without a second thought, I thought “Hell, yes”. The remaining minutes were pure agony. I couldn’t wait to get home to formally give myself to HIM. After we pulled into the driveway my parents went next door to visit our elderly neighbour and I ran upstairs to change. I quickly stripped out of my Sunday best and stood in front of the kırklareli escort mirror in only my briefs. My little cocklet was rock hard and struggling against the fabric, begging for attention, as an evil smirk came over my face. As if guided by The Dark Lord Himself, I asked myself the following questions: “Do you renounce god?” “YES” I replied. I then licked a finger and slowly guided it up and down the full length of my entrapped boy shaft. It twitched and stretched the fabric further. “Do you renounce the son of god?” “YES” I said, as I repeated this again. “Do you renounce the holy spirit?” “YES.” “Do you accept Satan as your one true Lord and Master?” “YES.” Will you honour and obey HIM always?” “YES.” “Will you corrupt the innocent and bring others into HIS fold?” “YES.” “Will you do whatever is in your power to destroy the christian faith?” “FUCK YES!” “Good” said the inner dark voice that would forever more guide my life. “Now free yourself of christ once and for all and show Satan how much you love HIM.” Inch by inch, I worked my tighty-whites down to my knees as I gyrated my hips. The left side first, then the right, and when they finally fell to the floor I kicked them off to the side. I just stood there staring at my cocklet thinking of how I had secretly longed for this day. I then grabbed a red marker and drew a pitchfork on my dick as a sign of my allegiance. The pact was done. My fate was sealed. And no one would know that this outwardly sweet, innocent young boy was on a mission to thwart christ’s work on earth except for me and our Infernal Majesty. “I love you, Satan” I whispered. Stroke, stroke, stroke. “I worship and adore you.” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “I give thanks to thee, Lord God Almighty.” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “Accept me as one of your own and let me do your bidding.” Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke. BOOM. That day I had experienced my most intense dry orgasm ever, and little did I know that the cop I had met that morning would serve as my guide to eternal damnation. The next day was sunny and warm, and I was eager to explore all that the world had to offer now that Satan had opened my eyes. I had already jacked off, but my little boy stick grew hard thinking of all the bad boys I might meet along the way and of all the evil things we could do together. More than anything, I wanted to show my contempt for the bastard son of god. I was on a mission — a mission to destroy christ’s grip on man so that Satan could take HIS rightful place as ruler of this earth. I decided to head over to the ball park next to the high school. I had always avoided it in the past as the boys that hung out there were much older than me and some of them looked mean. Now, I wanted to check it out in the hope that I might connect with other servants of the Dark Lord like myself. As I made my way there a cop car pulled up behind me and the officer rolled down the passenger window. To my surprise, it was the same officer I had met the day before. “Well” he said with a smile. “Fancy meeting you again.” “Where are you off to?” he asked. “I’m on my way to the ball park” I replied. “Oh, that’s too bad. I thought you might like to take a ride in my cruiser.” “Really?”, I exclaimed, trying to hide my enthusiasm but without much success. “Sure, why not? I think you’ll enjoy it.” He pushed open the door and I quickly hopped in. There was something very magical about this man and I was eager to learn more. Pulling away from the curb he tussled my hair and asked, “So, how was church?” “OK, I guess”, replying rather meekly. “Doesn’t sound like you enjoy it very much.” He looked at me straight in the eye and added, “Maybe it’s not the right one for you, and that’s OK because we don’t all worship the same god. Some of us bat for the other team. You want to join that team, don’t you?” I knew exactly what he meant. “Yes”, I replied with an evil smirk. I had thrown an instant little boy bonner and there was no hiding it. “I know our Lord has great plans for you and that you will serve HIM well”, he added. “HE has had HIS eye on you for quite a while and wants me to help guide you.” With that, he kırşehir escort reached over and softly drew his finger across my crotch. “It feels good to be bad, doesn’t it?” I simply smiled and spread my legs further apart. “By the way, my name is Officer Mike. Why don’t we continue this conversation at my home?” I nodded and reached over to caress his massive bulge. We drove across the city to Mike’s house. I’m guessing he’s in his mid to late fifties. Thinning grey hair, a pencil thin goatee, angular face and a muscular tan body that you might expect to find on a man half his age. We got out of his cruiser and made our way up the front steps. He opened the door, punched in the code to turn-off the alarm and closed it behind me. He then wrapped his arms around my chest, resting his chin on my head. “Let’s go upstairs” he whispered. “I want to show you something.” He took my hand and we proceeded up the staircase and down the far end of the hall. “This is my special room. This is where I worship our Lord.” He opened the door and turned on the lights. The walls were painted black and there was a large red pentagram painted above an altar. The altar held a silver chalice, a goat’s head, ceremonial dagger, and was flanked by black candles. The walls were adorned with inverted crosses and pictures of heavy metal bands and other worshippers of the Dark Lord. And there were multiple video cameras and microphones that would record everything that transpired so that thousands of men worldwide could witness a new generation of Devil worshippers in the making. On the wall opposite the alter hung a life-size crucifix of jesus and his crown of thorns. Mike walked me over to it. “This is our enemy. You hate christ, don’t you?” “Yes” I replied. “Then why don’t you spit in his worthless face?” He lifted me up and I did just that. He smiled as we both watched it slowly ooze down his cheek. Kissing me on the lips, he cooed “That’s my boy.” Mike handed me a pair of black speedos with a red pentagram on the crotch matching the one above the altar. “Get undressed and put these on.” I quickly slipped into them as he fired-up a computer monitor. A steady stream of satanic images and pictures of men and boys of all ages began flashing across the screen. He then reached for a small brown bottle and said “Here, take a deep whiff of this”. I did as I was told and my head began to spin. “Look at those pictures. Look at them closely and play with yourself.” The speedos were a bit tight, but I loved the feel of the fabric rubbing against my uncut dicklet as it fought for its freedom. As I stood there totally mesmerized, Mike reached over for a bottle of lube, poured some into his hand and began rubbing it over the front of my crotch. The red pentagram glistened. He put the bottle back down, grabbed a vibrator, turned it on, and lightly brushed it against my cock. An intense jolt of ungodly pleasure shot throughout my body. He then crouched down behind me, held the vibrator an inch or so away from my boy prize with one arm, wrapping the other around my chest and playing with my left nipple. Kissing the side of my neck, he whispered: “I want you to press your dick against this when I say `Hail Satan’, hold it there for a second, then back off and grind your ass into my chest. Keep doing this until we finish.” I turned to face him and kissed him hard on the lips. “Now look at those filthy pictures… Hail Satan.” **JOLT** “See those men and boys playing with themselves?… Hail Satan.” **JOLT** “You want to be just like those boys, don’t you?… Hail Satan.” **JOLT** “You want to seduce men with your body, don’t you?… Hail Satan” **JOLT** “You want to fill their hearts and minds with lust and perversion so that they’ll become true disciples of the EVIL ONE… Hail Satan.” **JOLT** We continued to do this a dozen or more times until my body began to convulse and I blew a massive dry load. I collapsed in Mike’s arms, smiled and closed my eyes. He pulled me tight and slowly rubbed his hands all over my body. “That’s my wicked boy,” he said softly. “You rest up.” “We have a lot more fun ahead of us.” I don’t know how long I had dozed kızılay escort off when he whispered in my ear: “I better get you home before your parents start to worry.” “I’ll pick you up at the gate to the ball park tomorrow morning at 10:00.” Mike drove me within half a block from my home and stopped to let me out. As I closed the car door he leaned over and pointed to the man standing at the front window of the home next to us. “See that guy?” “He’s one of us.” The man, who appeared to be in his mid-forties, grinned as he stared at us and slowly fondled himself. He looked vaguely familiar but it wasn’t until after I was home that I remembered that he was one of the men I had seen on Officer Mike’s monitor. I went through my normal routine before heading off to bed. Nothing that had happened that evening was of any consequence to me. I just yearned to be with Officer Mike. At 10:00, Mike drove up in his cruiser and I climbed in. A short time later we were back in his special room. He told me to remove my clothes which I did. He grabbed a silver chain from the altar that held a pentagram and inverted crucifix. He kissed it, spoke some words in a language I didn’t understand, and placed it around my neck. Not taking my eyes off his, I lifted it up in my hand, put it to my lips, and began licking the body of christ with my tongue. “Here, I’ve got something for you” he said. It was a children’s picture bible that he had purchased at the local christian bookstore earlier that week. When the lady serving him complimented him on his purchase, he smiled and replied: “Oh, I know my son is really going to enjoy this.” Little did she know what he had in mind. Mike opened it to the page where Satan is standing next to jesus on the mountaintop overlooking the city and held it in front of my crotch. Satan is pointing down at the city, telling him that he can have all the riches in the world if he would just bend down on one knee before HIM. “Look at our Lord Satan,” the corrupt cop said with all reverence. “Look at how powerful HE is.” “jesus is no match for HIM.” “jesus is a pathetic loser.” Mike was standing directly in front of me in his full uniform. He shifted his legs slightly, unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive manhood. His foreskin slowly receded back as his cockhead danced before my eyes. The aroma was incredible. Passing the bible to me, he grabbed his cock and began beating it against it, flicking tiny droplets of clear precum all over the page. My boy cock was rock hard. “Just imagine the son of god dropping to his knees and gazing into HIS eyes,” he said as he began rubbing his dick up and down the full length of page. “Our Lord grasping the back of his neck and pulling him ever closer to his ultimate destiny.” “Satan offering words of encouragement to coax him on.” He began grinding his cock in a circular motion with ever increasing force, the pages starting to wrinkle under the strain. “Come on jesus, you know you want it,” he sneered. “Kiss Satan’s cock… lick it… taste it… worship it.” “That’s it, jesus, reach down and play with yourself…. feel the god damn pleasure… you fucking love it, don’t you?… you fucking whore.” “That’s it… that’s it… that’s it… do it for your MASTER.” “Suck it… suck it… suck it.” “Fuck yeah, jesus,” I replied. “Suck Satan’s cock.” “SUCK IT.” Mike made the sign of the horns as he chanted HIS infernal name and fucked the bible with all his might. The pages ripped and tore with each violent thrust, destroying the word of god before my very eyes. A short time later, his chest began to heave and his rhythm changed. His face contorted with demonic rage as he screamed “Fuck you, christ”. One huge thrust forward, then another, and then one last time. I watched spellbound as huge globs of hot sticky cum spewed all over the bible and across my face and chest. He looked down, smiled, and taking the bible from my hands I rose to my feet and began pounding my boy stick furiously. Holding it open before me and in reply to his nod, I moved my face in and began to lick-up his cum, our eyes never departing. My tongue was eagerly devouring every last drop like some crazed animal. Mike scooped-up some of the cum on my cheek with his finger and insert it into my mouth. As I lovingly sucked it, he smiled and said: “With this seed, I baptize you in the name of our Father, Lord Satan.” “Welcome to the brotherhood.” “This is just the beginning.”

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