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.
------------------------------------------------------------ NOTE: The above story is written as a fiction-fantasy. 5/28/06
If interested, write to MtWhiteRock@aol.com Derek Hammil