Disclaimer for Realm of Darkness: This story is purely fictional and involves sexual encounters between sixteen year olds and adults. If you are under eighteen years of age or you find this disturbing, please leave now. To get important background for this series check out "My Eternal Damnation" by Fraser, also posted in Nifty.
I continued with Officer Mike and others for almost six years. My devotion to Satan was evolving and deepening. . Mike's regular group of men thirty-fifty grew to six. I remained the youngest. I met with them regularly and that fueled my devotion. The pleasures Mike had given me never waned but grew more intense. In time, the group moved away from blasphemous as Satan revealed the church as a dry husk of hypocrisy, and together we developed rituals that increased evil and wickedness and provided unadulterated Satanic pleasure and euphoria. But, as time passed, I felt that I had a higher calling in Satan's realm. I wasn't sure what it was or even where to get it. The Dark Lord was pulling me forward, even as a sixteen-year-old.
My boy body had changed. I was just under six feet. I was a natural at running, so my body was lithe, muscular and sleek. I was thirteen when I first started shaving, and ample hormones had changed my voice from boy to squawky to a smooth baritone. My boy penis had matured into seven gorgeous circumcised inches with a beautiful glans. I kept my thick black hair at medium length. I liked turning men's heads, but, as my higher Satanic calling became more clear, I resisted becoming somebody's boytoy. Besides that, Satan had gifted me with an incredible intellect.. A professor in Officer Mike's group guided me through all of Anton LaVey's writings and other occult and religious information.
My role with the group gradually changed. I was no longer the curious boy but began leading the group in invoking demons as a prelude to engaging Satan. I just shared what I'd learned by experimenting with Baphomet. Baalmoloch. Beelzebub, to name a few. Mike and the othes recognized my growing power, my incredible devotion to Satan and encouraged me. Under my precocious teen guidance, the rituals Mike's worship space became more intense.
I encouraged them to explore other demons and share their knowledge and experiences. I thought it would make us realize how deeply Satan was already active and embedded in all levels of our culture—from movies, to porn, church, to the highest levels of educational and governmental institutions. We didn't need to fight old battles, we discovered. We gradually moved away from blasphemy and from most religious imagery. Satan had exposed the church as a dry husk of impotent hypocrisy and weak hypcrites. The battle with the trinity was already over!
[I need to connect with my readers! Just reflecting on what Satan has done to me and for me gives new intensity to those two potent words: HAIL SATAN. Say it with me three times, brothers, and we will connect in the dark spiritual energy. Feel it? I know you do. We are one, aren't we? I sense HIM stirring in you right now.]
I had the opportunity to convert several of my classmates, but Officer Mike intervened.
"I know that you want to bring others in. But be patient. ... Remember? When you and I first met, I'd received a message that you were open and ready. Satan has a destiny for each of us. You knew it from the beginning, and He made sure that our paths crossed over and over."
I asked, "These messages? How to they come into you, Mike?
"They just float into my mind. Sometimes a quiet voice. Sometimes a sudden vision. I saw your boy face in a vision before I saw you in the car that Sunday. I follow the hints, and they always come true, like a sixth sense." Mike paused..."or a six-six-six sense... Remember when you had that first dry cum with my vibrator and invoked Hail Satan over and over? Your astounding response aroused me to incredible heights. Facilitating the first Satanic orgasm in another is always a trip that no drug can exceed, although I couldn't resist the added bonus of the poppers that day. That encounter never would have happened without the message from Satan."
"Ok," I said, "But is there a message for me now?"
"Yes! An incredible one."
"First, don't bring your peers to Satan. As much as it might tempt you, Satan has greater vistas for you to conquer. And, you won't be around here long enough to truly shape your peers. Plus, the ones you desire to convert are not like you. They lack your spiritual depth and, because of that, will not be discreet. Accept your exceptionality as a gift."
"Is that all?" I asked. I had no clue about where the next message would take me.