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Tony's cock was one of two stuffing the wildly moaning man's ass in the dingy hotel room. The other slippery pole belonged to Basil, Tony's new brother-in-lust. This was their second convert of the day, and they knew Father would be pleased. The three men writhing in pleasure to the rhythm of their own wet skin slapping against each other, the moaning man began to pulse and shiver in ecstasy.
Next to the sodomites reposed a nightstand mostly empty with the exception of a small, curious demonic statue. Its large scaled phallus rigidly pointed upwards.
"He's succumbing, brother Tony," Basil sneered, "We must prepare for the last rites."
"Brother Nick," Tony said in a dark gravelly voice he still wasn't used to, "Recite the holy plea, and your new lord and savior will appear to us. He will reward you with his life force and we will all pray together tonight for his continued fulfillment."
Nick's eyes were dark and pupil-less just as his converters' eyes. His muscular legs trembled with each continual pump from the double dicking he was receiving. Was it possible the cocks invading his insides were actually getting bigger? He had never experienced such immeasurable pleasure, and he had been involved in much kinkier situations. Passed from foster family to foster family, Nick had lost all hope of a stable and proper life decades ago. He had just met Basil and Tony in the park a half hour ago, but moving that quickly to the bedroom was not uncommon for Nick. Man after muscular man put dick after thick meaty dick into any hole Nick let them. Nothing mattered because Nick didn't matter. Tony had promised Nick a new life of fulfillment and joy of service. basil had mentioned a brotherhood of sworn servants to their Lord. Nick had been sought out by other churches before, and he had fucked the priests and missionaries seeking his patronage, but something was very different about Tony and Basil. They were hot...like really fucking hot. Tony could look in your eyes and you just instantly knew to find his dick and begin servicing. Nick had never met someone so quietly confident and powerful before. Plus, the demonic big-dicked statue was quite mesmerizing...
Grunting and moaning continued as Tony and Basil began demonically chanting the prayer of the lustful. Nick threw his head back and gurgled, "I give my soul to the one who seeks it. I desire a lustful existence."
Tony and Basil both laughed as they continued plunging deep into Nick's ass. Basil began to ejaculate first. Ropes of thick cum erupted into Nick's ass and he could even feel it like it was going into his abdomen. Nick was orgasming but not cumming, he'd never felt this much pleasure before. It felt almost as though he were on the verge of passing out but never completely did so. Tony began growling and grunting. Faster and faster he raped Nick's hungry hole.
"Fuuuuck! Take the communion if my ropey junk, brother! Take all of my holy semen, faggot!"
Basil laughed again, "Yes! Yes! Fill him up, lust-brother! Completely give into our Lord of Lust and Christly Cum Father! He will reward us soon for our continued service, obedience, and prayer." And with that, Basil pulled hid cock out, lowering under the sweaty couple. He stuck his serpentine tongue out and began lapping Tony's cock as it entered and reversed Nick's quivering pucker.
"FUCK YES, BROTHERS!" Tony cried out as he began bucking and convulsing. Gobs of cum spilled out of his cock up into Nick.
Nick began writhing even more. He moaned and convulsed. "What's happening?!" he screamed.
"What do you think, brother?" Tony said as he gasped, "You're beginning the process...He will arrive soon."
It felt like the cum was now filling him up even more... somehow impossibly multiplying and riding within his body.
For a moment it was dark and quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the panting of the three men and the distant rushing traffic across the parking lot. Then there was a burst of red light and the room's heat intensified. Standing before them was an eight foot tall demon: hairy, tattooed and muscular. He had horns and a thick, long phallus. His eyes were black and he bared his pointed teeth. The room smelled of flesh, semen, and now was added the scent if earth and flame.
"Sons! You have pleased me," boomed the demon. His voice was so rough and deep and at this, Nick turned himself around. He had previously been face down in a pillow facing the headboard with his ass up in the air while the two had fucked him doggy style. But now he was on his back, head hanging over the foot of the bed, facing up at his soon-to-be new lord and master.
"Nick, you will soon give your soul to me. For this, I will provide you with life force and you will serve my holy church. You will help convert more followers and you will make your life mine to control. To do this, I must concert you. This begins with you reciting the holy vow you used to summon me and then receiving my communion. At that point I will remake you in my image. Accept this fate by repeating the holy vow."
Nick said what he must, and the other three all demonically laughed.
"Yes, master! Make him our brother!" Basil called.
The demon approached Nick, who was still lying in the perfect position for a throat fucking, and he entered his enormous demonic cock into Nick's willing mouth. He began thrusting and speaking in low demonic tongues. Sanctifying this holy confirmation, he continued gagging his newest disciple with the testament of his phallus.
Tony and Basil went to work on each others' cocks, making them engorged and rigid once more. Tony once again entered Nick's asshole and began using his cock to plunge deeper and deeper inside Nick. Basil set to work on the convert's stiff prick. Nick had now been on the verge of cumming for almost a whole hour. Basil simply put his warm wet mouth on Nick's throbbing cockhead, and suddenly Nick was shaking and releasing what would be the very last of his own life into Basil's mouth. Nick mined deeply which caused his throat to expand, greedily accepting the demons cock even further than humanly possible into his throat and into his chest. At that precise moment, Tony's cock enlarged and his final thrust went deeply into Nick, almost touching tips with the demon's dick. Nick felt his stomach and intestines filling with the spooge. It continued to fill his head and brain...it filled his lungs and veins...until finally the holy cum if his makers filled his very heart. His body was now vessel, his veins coursing and his heart pumping the lustful cream of his new brother and his Father. Filling up further and further, Nick was drowning from the inside with cum. Basil kept swallowing Nick's cock, even though Nick had finished ejaculating literally the last drop of his own semen. Basil sucked more and more furiously and soon Nick felt a strong sensation in the base of his spine. More and more Basil sucked and more and more the others pumped Nick with cum. Nick's body began arching up, the point of origin being where his cock was inside Basil's powerful mouth. Nick felt a twinge then a snap. His body fell back down onto the mattress, and as Basil continued sucking, Nick felt something unfamiliar pass through his urethra. It wasn't cum and it was piss...it didn't feel liquid at all.
"Yes, Basil, that's right...suck it out...suck out your new brother's soul!" cried the demon.
So that was it for Nick, his soul completely removed from his corporeal existence and his new essence coursing through his body, he was to begin his life converted.
The four men collapsed on the bed. The scent of sweat, cum, earth, fire, and now atmosphere (as after a rainstorm) filled their nostrils. All that could be perceived by the ears was the sound of heavy breathing and still the distant roaring traffic...
It was Friday...almost a week had gone by, and in two days, Sunday, Tony and Basil were to lead their newest brethren, Nick and Marco, in their first official prayer ceremony, but they knew that they needed five for a successful ritual. The four would be able to do some work, but a fifth would complete the pentagon of penetration-the holiest of rites for their church.
Marco had been the easiest convert yet - he was already a troubled man, and Basil had openly mentioned rebuilding a demonic temple for cum worship. The trouble was, Marco hadn't much of a soul left - he had already squandered much of it with his other vices and lustful ways. Upon his holy communion, the demon said he would need to find other ways to supplement his eternal price...
It was noon which meant that Tony had only a few hours to find the fifth convert from his school. He had never noticed the raw passionate natures of the students at his all-boy prep school, but with his new religion and lustful existence, that had all changed.
His next class was a mix of juniors and seniors...a creative writing class. The bell in the hall signaled the beginning of class, and Tony's classroom began to fill with young, virile, strapping high school boys.
The school was known throughout the region as having the best students in terms of academics and athletics, so the students taking their seats were fit and and energetic. And willing to whatever they needed to keep up their admirable grade point averages.
Until Tony's transformation, he had never really taken notice of the level of testosterone in his classroom. Looking around all the young men in front of him, he began to feel a stirring, and he could picture his Lord. He knew that now he needed a new brother in his church, and he'd have to select one of the boys in front of him. "If only I could get one of them to see the statue..." Tony thought. He now had no use for his pedagogical acumen, being completely consumed by his demonic, sodomite lust. Followers of the Christly Cum Father had no need of earthly possessions; no need of mortal food, no need of formal living arrangements, no need of many material items, so they had no need of an income. That being said, Tony figured remaining among the inhabitants of his school would prove useful for new converts. And he had wisdom enough to go unnoticed by other faculty.
Having these boys after phys ed class was even more invigorating to Tony. Phys Ed was open mostly to the choices and desires the boys had for training for their respective sports. Saint Anthony's School for Boys offered soccer and indoor soccer, a swim team, lacrosse, basketball, hockey, football, cross country, track and field, a rugby team, and their crowning glory, the all-state champion wrestling team. For decades, no other schools in the state and even region could beat the At. Anthony's wrestling team. Even the junior varsity wrestlers had an unbeatable magic.
So, most days the boys chose to set up their own games of touch-football, or climb the ropes corse...but the wrestler usually took to the weight room for lifting exercises and/or the training gym for agility training.
One of the co-captains of the varsity wrestling team sauntered in about ten minutes into Tony's first part of the lesson. Scott (or "Scotty" as the other kids called him) was known for being pretty full of himself.
He had a cocky walk and a shit-eating grin. He was very muscular, and he was a technically unbelievably successful wrestler, but he wasn't really that great looking otherwise. His nose was a little crooked, and his skin was in rough shape. His complexion was a little milky, and even in the summer, he didn't tan very well. Maybe his cockiness was an overcompensation for his lack of handsomeness.
Tony, following protocol, asked for Scotty's pass.
"Up your ass, Mr. S!" Scotty chuckled with a few close by buds and smacked high-five. Tony wasn't usually picked on by students, but he had previously kept to himself and Scotty was just a genuine asshole. A week ago, Tony wouldn't have had the self confidence to reprimand someone as direct as Scotty, but with his newfound gift for intimidating others, he knew instantly what his plan should be...
"Scott, that's enough out of you! We've been writing quietly, and you just disrupted us. Not to mention, that kind of language is rude. What do you have to say for yourself?" Tony wasn't dumb. He knew that, being put in the spotlight, Scotty would take the bait, and make another inappropriate comment, and then Tony would have Scotty right where he wanted him.
"What do I have to say for myself...?" Scotty dramatically studied his hands and then his arms. He looked down at his flat stomach, the washboard abs. He ran his hands over his bubble butt, and ran his fingers through his hair. Tony knew Scotty was being an ass, but it still made him a bit horny to draw his attention to the well-sculpted areas Scotty accentuated. "I guess I'd have to say that I'm a pretty hot fucker, Mr. S...that's what I have to say for myself...and you really don't scare me."
That was it! Tony could tell from the gasps and shaking heads of the other students that everyone was in agreement that Scotty had crossed the line and needed reprimanding. They just had no idea the extent to which Scotty was to be punished. Tony called the neighboring teacher (who was in her planning period) to look in on his students while he "dealt with this class clown," and she obliged. Everyone had some terribly undignified "Scotty" story.
"Let's go, big shot," Tony said to Scotty, whose head now sunk a little lower, "I'm taking you downstairs to get sorted out."
"But - Mr. S...I didn't - " Tony cut him off as the walked the deserted hall.
"Listen, you little cunt boy; I'm going to fucking teach you a lesson about obedience. And I will convert your sorry little ass into a lifetime of service to someone who WILL scare you!" Tony's voice was hushed to avoid being heard, but it was beginning to develop the newly familiar gravelly tones of his converting ceremonies.
Scotty was in shock. So much so that he didn't say another word. Normally when teachers tried to yell at him or curse, he just laughed because nothing was as bad as how his dad acted. His dad was a caricature of a stereotype: an ex-marine dishonorably discharged for his abusive and uncontrollable temper. He took it out on Scotty and his mother, of course, and fearing no other truly successful ways of protection, Scotty's parents opted to fund their only grandchild's tuition for a private school. But there was something different about Mr. S right now, and that's why Scotty hadn't balked. He was making Scotty feel badly but also really...somehow he couldn't put his finger on exactly how he felt...was it excited? Maybe scared? Was it horny? He had no idea, and that was part of the adventure it seemed. Something about Mr. S and even all his nonsensical talk compelled Scotty to follow obediently. "And his eyes looked fuckin messed up!" Scotty thought to himself, "Better not push it any further..."
Tony led Scotty down a few sets of stairs and down some dark, dingy hallways through the oldest part of the school. Saint Anthony's was one of the oldest schools in the state, and it had been constructed on the site of one of the oldest churches. An elderly benefactor had donated his life's savings to the effort of "a private school for the preparation of society's best prepared and highest achieving young men" in 1834. Buildings had been added on throughout the years, and there had been lots of renovation, but the oldest parts of the original school building had been maintained enough to pass inspection for historic sites, but more or less left untouched.
The more modern buildings housed most of the activities of the school, and the church and original buildings were left operating as a museum, but most everyone had long since lost interest in the history of the property.
During the most recent budget cuts, the board of directors had decided to cut funding for all except the maintenance, and thus Tony had been able to procure a fairly easily accessible, but remote area in which to conduct his Lord's bidding.
Scotty was definitely weirded out by where they were going...he had assumed that a visit to the principal's office was what Mr. S had in store, but he was now in a part of the building he had never even seen. Still, something about his teacher had changed his feeling. They finally stopped in front of a door left ajar. Walking into the room led by Mr. S, Scotty first noticed the dark, red lighting and the scent of must and earth...and sweat. It smelled like a locker room and a garden all at once. To his left, all that had previously been used in the room - desks, boxes, an old chalkboard - had been stacked away, leaving the middle of the room open. He thought it was weird until his idea of strangeness was forced into redefinition: the chalkboards had writing all over them...the same handwriting but in different sizes and in all different directions. On the wall to his right was some sort of altar: it had an inverted crucifix, bottles of various liquids, some pornographic, homoerotic paintings, and the most curious little demon statue...
Scotty was instantaneously transfixed, and he lost the muscle tone in his knees. He slumped to the ground, fixated at the altar. Tony was pleasantly surprised. He had estimated it would take longer to begin the process for Scotty, but maybe the room held so much power after he converted it...or maybe Tony was becoming more powerful...and still, maybe some part of Scotty was looking to be dominated and humiliated...maybe his father this whole time had been unknowingly training Scotty for a lifetime of service to the Lord of Lust - our Christly Cum Father!
Staring at the demonic statue, Scotty began to get painfully erect.
So hard and rigid that it felt as though his cock would explode. He noticed the statue's impressive phallus, too, was growing. Even though it had no pupils, it felt as though Scotty was being directly looked in the eyes by the demonic figure before him.
"I take it you like what you see, boy?" Tony whispered into Scotty's ear.
"It's like I don't even know what I'm doing here or what the hell that thing is , but I feel like I gave to do something for it."
"Like what, Scotty? Tell me."
"It's fucked up Mr. S...like it feels Luke I need to do something bad though."
"Haven't you already done enough bad things? Didn't I take you down here for punishment?"
Scotty got nervous; he had forgotten about why they came down here, "I, uh, hope you didn't take what I said personally...I just...I..."
"Scotty...enough! I did take it personally....VERY personally. And I will see to it that you pay for your disobedience. You will pay an eternal price. To me and our Father." With that, Tony started muttering again, and he began to undress. Scotty was confused: he couldn't make out what his teacher was saying and why he was getting naked. That is, until Scotty reviewed the chalkboard...he had been too overstimulated by all the room's collection to actually read the words. The repeated phrase read, "I give my soul to the One who seeks it. I desire a lustful existence."
"Uh, Mr. S...what's happening? What us this place? Why are you naked?!"
Tony just stood there, his cock growing, and his eyes black with demonic lust.
"Holy shit! What the FUCK is going on?" In his haste to find something for defense, Scotty again looked at the altar. On it, the men in the pornographic photographs seemed to be actually moving... one depicted an orgy in a large cathedral; dozens of men screwing and sucking and jizzing...the cum seemed endless. Another was of three holy men in a sort of fucking-and-sucking triangle. One muscular man was deeply penetrating himself, riding an altar boy's cock. The altar boy had his throat full of the other priest's dick, who was leaning over and sucking the first priest's cock. The three were writhing in pleasure, and they were still in their robes. At last, Scotty noticed the demonic statue...the dick had now become the size of a normal human dick, and it seemed to be pulsing slightly. He started to back away, towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going, cumslut?" Tony asked.
"The HELL outta here!" Scotty yelled, and he fumbled for the door handle.
Tony grabbed Scotty by the hair, and pushed him down on his knees, facing the talisman once again. Again, Scotty began to become transfixed.
"Look into the eyes of your new Father, Scott. Let him measure your soul, for he will soon require it as payment for a most glorious life. A life devoted to cock and lust and depravity, and most importantly cum! Submit yourself, brother, and we will work together to rebuild his demonic church! You will have no need for any earthly belongings, and you can rid yourself of your punished life...simply by summoning the our great Lord of Lust with me and letting him anoint and christen you anew."
Scotty was entranced. He liked the idea of power. He liked the idea of ridding himself of his father. And, for the first time in his life, he wanted cock. Tons of cock. Thick, meaty, veiny demon cock...and gallons of cum. Without further instruction, Scotty turned his head to left, eye to eye with Mr. S's cock. It was huge...bigger than a human cock should be.
Before taking the cock into his mouth, he noticed his reflection in a classroom window. His eyes were pupil-less and balck, just like his teacher's.
Furious throat fucking turned into ass fucking, and before he knew it, Scotty was upside-down on the altar. His legs were splayed outward making him look like the inverted cross next to him. Above his hungry ass hole, Tony hovered, his engorged phallus pointing downward, ready to penetrate.
With forceful downward thrusts, Tony's cock entered and exited Scotty's tight hole. Scott was moaning, and he was convulsing in pleasure. Waves went through his body as his teacher repeated the summoning prayer: "I give my soul to the One who seeks it. I desire a lustful existence."
Tony was on the verge of orgasming, thus providing Scotty's first communion. With a few final thrusts, he filled the boy's cavity with pure lustful demon spunk - the very Life Force he had received from his Lord. Spurt after milky spurt went inside the breathless child, and when he was finished, Tony brought Scotty back to a kneeling position in front of the altar. He put the demon statue in front of the boy, whose cock was purple-black from the pressure of the built up cum.
"You must spill the last of your useless earthly semen onto this magnificent cock, boy. Once you have done that, you must repeat the holy oath, summoning our Lord. He will appear and perform the baptism to completely convert you. After that, you will rely solely on the lustful experiences of the COCK and the life-bearing demonic juice of our father.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"You may proceed...jack that filthy cock, son! That's it, grease it up with your spit, boy. Jack it nice and slow at first...really get into the mesmerizing contact of your hand and your dick. Can you feel that pulsing in your dick? That's your real heartbeat, boy. This is the only organ that matters, isn't it? Oooh, that's soo good, isn't it Scotty? Get a little faster, that's right. MmHmm. Fuck yeah. Oh? You like the dirty words, eh? Fuck yeah, you little cock slut! Fuckin grind that meat, whore...jack that beautiful boy dick for your new Lord, you fucked up faggot perv. Give your seed to Him! GIVE HIM YOUR SPERM, BOY! SHOOT IT! SHOOT THAT FAGGOT LOAD, COCKWHORE!"
And suddenly, Scotty was cumming more than he ever had in his seventeen years of life. Ropes and ropes of hot white semen were erupting out of his cock. The room's temperature increased greatly, and suddenly the scent of earth became more distinct.
Appearing before Scotty was the tall, muscular demon Tony had come to worship. Grunting, he indicated that Scotty should ready his ass. Trembling with excitement and fear, Scotty about-faced and revealed his quivering pucker. Having no mercy, the demon forcibly entered Scotty, his gigantic demon cock extending far up inside the boy. Scotty felt immense pleasure and simultaneously he felt like part of him was being split in two. During this deep fucking, he began to imagine his father in front of him. His muscular, hairy, ex-marine father. At first, he couldn't tell what this vision of his father was saying, but with each thrust from the Lord of Lust, things became clearer. Much clearer. In fact, it seemed almost as though Scotty's dad were very corporally right in front of him. Stroking his hard dick. Pinching his nipple. Smiling at Scotty.
"Yeah, son, take that dicking! I knew you were a faggot, boy...I just didn't know you were also a filthy cumslut!" Why was it so hot to hear his dad saying this to him? He began to feel very warm. Like his skin were boiling from the inside out or something.
The demon's pace was increasing, and Tony reminded Scotty to say the holy prayer once again, this time finalizing the sale of his soul. Scotty repeated the sacred words, and he felt like he was engulfed in flames. Burning hot like the fires of Hell. He kept burning until he thought he'd either melt or pass out, but suddenly, the lapping flames he felt seemed to cool off, until they disappeared altogether. The laughter of the horned beings near him echoed as he felt dizzy and collapsed in a cum-drenched heap on the floor...
"Hey, dumbass!" Scotty's dad chided.
"Huh? What?" Scotty came to in the principal's office. He felt warm, but he was fully clothed. Did he have an erection? Yes. Did anyone notice? He hoped not.
"I believe what your father, uh, meant to say, Scott, was that you should really do your best to stay awake while in a meeting with your principal," the cooly calm, good looking man behind the desk said. His hair was dark and curly, and his blue eyes pierced the men before him. His voice had a slight British accent.
Tony adjusted the bulge in his pants. Scott pretended not to notice.
What the hell happened? Did he imagine all that? How did he get here?
What had he dreamed? That he sold his soul for eternal lust to some demon in exchange for...for...never mind! It was too fucked up to imagine!
"Now that I have all of your attention, I can tell your hungry, and I know we won't get anything done until you've all eaten," the principal said with a smirk.
Scotty thought it was sort of a weird thing to say, but now that he thought of it, he could go for something. With a gesture to Tony to close the blinds, the principal stood up and began loosening his belt buckle. "Marco? Tony? I know you're both eager, but with Scotty being so young and fresh, I'd say he needs it more quickly than you, wouldn't you agree?"
Looking to his left, Scotty saw his dad's black eyes rubbing his crotch. He knew now, more than ever, that he had truly been converted to a life of devotion to lust, cock, and his new only form of sustenance: CUM.
I really, really hope the ending isn't too cheesy...I just liked the idea of the dramatic reveal regarding Scotty's dad being Marco, etc. I might find a way to describe Marco's first communion more, and we will all be able to experience the pentagon of penetration in Chapter 3...the first holy mass. Also, I will introduce a new character, based on a reader's request - feel free to e-mail me (see above) for your ideas/requests!