Realm of Darkness—Part 10
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[The end of part 9, as an introduction: Aiden's initiation was now complete. The boys brought a black miter 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." ]
Our new, young brother had been trained carefully for this very moment. My demon milk had brought changes to his body—the nubs of horns and wings. Those both began to recede. He assumed the role of Priest, and wrapped the mantel of Judas around himself. He no longer needed the mitre and motioned to the boys to remove it. They did.
Aiden glowed in confidence and power. He was a paradox, on one hand innocent, pure and boyish and on the other hand totally corrupt, polluted and mature. He wasted no time in asserting his Satanic authority over all of us, including me. He singled me out and spoke to me first.
"Baphomet-Carter, the ritual requires that you return to your human form and join in total worship of Satan through Beelzebub. Come closer, my beloved, degenerate monster, and kiss me. The change back will be as pleasurable as the change in was. Have no regrets, Baphomet-Carter. This won't be the last time that you will be altered to full demonic form. Let your return happen. More thrills lie ahead."
I kissed him. He held my goat-head in his hands and sucked the remaining inhuman vapors from my lungs. I felt a release radiate in me, swirling in me. My claws and my nipples contracted. His boy hands caressed my skull as it reshaped. The rings around my penis dissolved, and my tongue returned to normal. He was right. The whole process was highly pleasurable, somehow incredibly erotic. I slumped to the floor and quaked as the demon fully exited. I stood up. I was human again and aware that the transformation at Grey's direction had given me a deeper grasp of Satan's power and depravity.
Aiden ran his hands over my body. "The crew members here have joined in the Fly Mass many times before tonight. And, of course, they've participated in various rituals of Satanic corruption, but this one is usually the most twisted of them all. Can you feel their excitement now, Carter?"
"Yes. The noise of flies emanating from their throats sounds agitated," I said.
"I've been taught that it's the sound of newly pupated man-flies ready to mate with each other. Don't you sense their attraction for each other and the overpowering drive to produce maggots?" Aiden asked.
"And, yes, the sound does excite me," I replied.
Aiden smiled, "That's exactly the craving and urge that unfolds in the Fly Mass. And the members of the crew never had a Fly Priest as young as me preside. As you can feel, Carter, they are already in my thrall. Soon you will be too. Do you want that?"
"Hail Satan, Hail Beelzebub and Hail Beelzebub's new Priest, Aiden. Yes, I want it." I answered. I was seized by a nefarious desire to mate with these man-flies and procreate maggots of cum.
"Aiden, brother of Judas, I want it. I want it. Hail Satan! Take me there, Aiden," I begged.
He smiled, "I have already invoked the malevolent trinity: Satan, Baphomet and Beelzebub. They are present and will become more intense as the Fly Mass unfolds. The next step is the smoke of debauchery. I must inhale it. Fill the pipe with the essence of corruption and bring it to me."
A crew member brought a clear glass crack pipe to him and held a candle under the bowl. Smoke started to rise. Aiden sucked it deep into his lungs. He exhaled and proclaimed, "The banal world seeks its own numbness in heroin, its coke, its meth. But in these vapors I have become alive in my Lord Satan! Fire has cast aloft excrement of Satanic maggots, and it now teems in me," he proclaimed, his arms held high.
"Master Satan, bring maggots to life in me. Let me feel your children hatch in me. Open every nerve and sense so I can feel writhe and flow like an army into my boy urethra. Satan, Master, give me the power and pleasure to ejaculate them through my now corrupted maleness," Aiden invoked. He took two more hits. He was soaring.
I suggested, "Let the two boys smoke, let them be also be incubators of maggots." The two young beauties were still holding the pipe and he candle. I could see how they ached and longed to load it again with Beelzebubian excrement and fill their own lungs with the power. Their young cocks were stiff, their nipples erect, their eyes pleaded for Aiden to share.
"Please, Father Aiden, let us smoke also. We long for the birth of decay within us. Do not withhold it from us the willing, us the wanting, us the needing," they begged.
"My young brothers, your time for the smoke has not yet arrived. You are close to puberty, but not yet there. Should you smoke now, you will be changed into imps," Aiden warned.
They pressed Aiden to relent. "We want that. Let us have it."
"No," Aiden was firm with the two. "If you inhale the smoke too young, your service to Satan will be limited to impish trickery and havoc. Your sexual development toward puberty will stop. I cannot let that happen to you. Later, perhaps, though, as Satan decrees."
The boys reluctantly gave up their quest for the smoke. My attention turned to Aiden.
Aiden rubbed his abdomen. I could see movement under the skin, a perceptible writhing. He first made wide, round circles, then he repeatedly moved his hands downward. Whatever was alive in him, he was pushing it toward his youthful testicles and penis. He took a deep breath and stopped the motion
"Bottoms," he directed, "Come to me with all your craven desires. Come to me and be seeded."
I watched eight of the crew approach him. Aiden stroked his hard penis slowly, from the base to the head, once, twice, thrice. I was aghast as a living maggot emerged, the size of a large bean. Aiden gave it to the first in line. "You know what to do with it in Satan's realm. Do it!"
"Hail Satan, Hail the demon Beelzebub and Hail Aiden, begetter of corrupting maggots!" the first said. With that, he gently kissed the maggot and inserted it in his anus.
Aiden repeated he process seven more times. He looked and smiled at the seven standing before him as they adjusted their bodies to the maggots pleasuring their tunnel and gland. "What do you feel?" Aiden asked.
"Pure Satanic corruption is consuming us. voracious evil. Father Aiden, let the maggots be born among the tops here. Let them also feed on our brothers to the wicked honor of Satan!"
"Then approach, tops. Come and feed, come and ingest," Aiden invited. Seven crew members and Seth knelt in front of the priestly cock. . Each one took the glans in his mouth and to receive received as it emerged cum slit. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Aiden turned and instructed me, "The maggots will devour them. Their initial fear will give way to an uncontrollable pleasure that comes as they realize that they are slowly being sacrificed. I will let it proceed, let them enjoy it, until the power of the Fly Mass stops the decomposition."
"I'm not sure that I understand. What am I missing, Father Aiden?" I asked.
"They will not fully process the intensity of the Fly Mass until they physically feel the maggots foraging on their bodies. The feeling is so intense, so rewarding and frees them to hold nothing back from Satan. The magic inherent in consumption of the Fly Mass will satisfy the teeming maggots and their devouring will cease. Does that help make sense of this, Carter?"
I nodded. I also craved a maggot at work in my own body and wanted to ask Aiden for permission to suck one from his dazzling cock. He sensed what I was thinking.
"Yes, Carter, you want the maggot debasement as well. I know that. Trust that Satan has other plans for you now. Like the boys have to wait for the smoke, you'll have to wait also. But your waiting will be rewarded. Remember the words from your youth? `Wait for me!''
I didn't press the issuer further.
Aiden then gave permission: "Give in to your passions, brothers." The buzzing increased. Tops found bottoms and bottoms found tops in frenzied mating, mating made more intense as Satan's maggots slowly robbed them of their very lives.
"They are almost ready for the mass. Bring the vessels of Beelzebub to the altar," Aiden motioned to the boys. They brought the silver plate and the fly-capped phallus of Beelzebub and placed them on the altar.
I was reminded of Drew's Fly Mass experience as Aiden moved deeper into the ritual, with the paten of abomination waiting to serve the sacrifice of flies.
"We are now ready for the sacrament of Beelzebub," he proclaimed and his announcement brought an abrupt end to the fucking. Everyone gathered at the altar, eager to consume death and celebrate it fully as a gift of Satan
"The meal to nourish and sustain the truly chosen of Satan. Join me in the cult of the fly."
"We join you," was our chorus of response. "Nourish us for Satan, brother flies!"
Aiden opened the door of the tabernacle. Flies emerged and winged around us. They spoke in unison, `Sacrifice us! Consume us who have consumed christ.' Each fly landed on a cock and began feeding on a drop of pre-cum. The demonic insect then walked in circles around the edge of our swollen glans, six fly-legs deftly arousing every delicate nerve ending.
Aiden held the Paten of Abomination in front of each fly-aroused man, and each flicked a fly onto its pristine surface. The flies cavorted on the paten in a riveting Satanic pattern, buzzing more loudly, `Sacrifice us!'
Like Drew's experience, a small black cloud came into the room and hovered over the paten—The flies flew into the cloud and disappeared. The emerged a while later transfigured, larger and louder. The cloud evaporated; it was suddenly gone. They returned to the paten, calmer and docile.
"He held up the paten and said, `Come, for all is now ready. Eat and live for Satan!" Aiden took fly in his hand, ready consume. We all gasped at the sheer Satanic energy released when he chewed and swallowed We took our turns easting degradation while Aiden repeated, "Eat and live for Satan."
Possession followed immediately, powerfully, completely. Our whole beings became one satanic commune of to the Lord of Flies and to Satan We held hands in diabolical brotherhood as the darkness radiated in us, around us, and through us. A powerful satanic orgasm began building simultaneously in us, anal orgasm, penis orgasm. We experienced not as individuals but together as a group.
As it drew near we affirmed our bond over and over:
Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
A powerful mutual orgasm gripped us hand-free as our cocks shot in synchrony.
Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
"Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
" Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
We sunk to the bed and floor exhausted. The boys returned, licking and sucking the cum from the floor and depositing it in the black chalice. Aiden kissed the fly phallus and called us to the final rite of the mass:
"We have given you all, Satan, and you have given all to us. Receive our tribute".
The crew was now ready for a precise editing of the recordings and prepare them, then distribute the end product to the chosen few.