My journey into Satanism by goddessrulesyou

My journey into SatanismMy name is Simon, I am married to Louise and have two lovely children Jessica aged 14 and Kieran aged 12. You might think my life was perfect and it would be apart from my sexual perversity, I am bi-sexual with a desire to be the submissive party in rough gay group sex.

I am employed by a property consultancy to manage empty and derelict buildings. That was my reason for visiting the run down area of the town and led me to St Luke’s Church. I was surprised to see a church in an area that would not sustain a congregation and even more surprised to see the massive front doors open and light spilling onto the grey street. I felt an overpowering desire to enter the church and confess my sins.

Inside the quality and condition of the decoration was amazing, I am not a regular church attendee, but my few forays into religious premises for weddings and christenings had never taken me into such a superb building.

A gentle cough behind me caused me to turn and I found myself facing Father Damian, my first impression was of a good looking man in his early 40’s, tall and athletic, the sort of man my dreams revolved around.

“Are you looking for something my son”?

“No father, well yes, I have a need to confess my sins; I don’t understand why, it’s just a feeling that came over me when I saw your church”.

Nodding the kindly priest said “I understand, many men see this wondrous building and feel the need to unburden their mortal soul, come and sit so that we may talk”.

Following the priest I sat beside him at a pew near to the altar, the white cloth, candles and familiar cross giving me a strange comfort.

“What do you feel you need to confess”? He asked as he patted my thigh in a fatherly manner.

“Father, I have many sins – I lust after men hoping they will dominate me”

“My son many men do that, you should not worry, it’s not such a bad thing”

“But father I want it to be many men at the same time”

The priest did not flinch or look appalled at my outburst; he calmly continued “That may be a bit difficult for you, what are you going to do about this problem”?

Before I could stop myself I continued “I have this urge to put myself in danger with the hope of being raped abused – I masturbate nightly at the thought, it fills my every dream”.

“So my son how many men have you been with at one time”?

I looked at the priest unable to understand why I had revealed my inner thoughts and quietly uttered “Three men father but I have a craving for more”.

“And in your dreams how do you get used by these men”?

Words spilled from my mouth, words that I could not stop. Father the men who dominate me in my dreams well they are the priests and high priests of Satan – They hold me down as they chant their mystical spells and slowly disrobe allowing me to marvel at their enormous phallus. I have to kneel as they take turns at filling my mouth with their monsters before laying me on the black altar of lust and roughly taking me – two cocks fill my mouth as the other priests jostle to take my ass”.

I expected the priest to recoil in horror or reach for his crucifix, strange Father Dominic did not appear to wear one, his only response was to proclaim in a loud clear voice that reached the very rafters of the church “Hail Satan, the true master”.

This strange priest scared me, I made to stand but his hand pushed down on my thigh, a burning sensation spread through my legs paralysing them.

“You are a sinful one, when did you first sin”?

“I have been sinful since I was young, I allowed a priest to, you know, to touch me, well I begged him to”

Looking down at my crotch and the developing bulge the priest let out a guttural laugh saying “And what is that my son”?

“Father, that is my sinful cock, it betrays me, and it shows how excited the thought of being used by the priest has made me”.

I did not move as the priest unzipped my trousers and expertly sipped my aroused penis from my shorts, he gently rubbed my erection saying “I must taste it to see if you are truly worthy”.

I did not resist as the priest opened his mouth and encircled my penis with his lips and I obeyed his instruction to push it deep into his throat.

As I sat there the priest deeply sucking on my rock hard penis I was taken back to the time that I was twelve and Father Benedict had done the same thing.
Pausing in his ministrations Father Damian said “You are an evil man and must be punished”

“Yes father I expected nothing else, that is what my childhood priest told me when he sucked my cock and told me how bad I was”.

Following the priests instruction I stood and removed my clothes, standing naked before the now kneeling priest I repeated the words Father Benedict had drilled into me all those years ago “I offer you my penis for your blessing, bless me father”.

“Fuck yea Hail Satan” exclaimed Father Dominic as he sucked on my cock and slowly worked one and then two fingers into my ass “This is a sinful cock that is dirty and filthy for the glory of Satan”

“Yes father – Father Benedict always used three fingers- he said my ass was possessed and he had to drive out the demons”. I let out an uncontrolled moan as the priest sucked my cock and fingered my ass. I offered an apology but was cut short.

“Do not apologise for your lust, just do it with all that is within you and I enjoy hearing your pleasure”. And with those words the priest worked his third finger into my ass.

Pulling away from my cock the priest announced “My cock is leaking with pleasure on hearing your confession”.

“But Father Benedict said my moans were sinful, which is why he had to punish me. Father, do you need me to clean your phallus as I cleaned Father Benedict”?

“You cannot be forgiven my son because you don’t want to be forgiven; you are enjoying this. Tell me do you really want forgiveness”

“I know its wrong father; I need your absolution, no matter what it takes”

“Then we must continue, however your sin is so great I shall need the assistance of my brethren”.

Instructing me to kneel in prayer the priest left me alone in the church.

As I contemplated all that had happened I felt the atmosphere within the church change, a mist appeared to be seeping into the building raising from the crypt; without warning a chill blast of air rushed through the church extinguishing the alter candles and causing the large doors to slam shut, the locking bar dropping into place. Previously the church had the pleasant scent of incense, but this was replaced with the overpowering stench of sulpha.

Then he was standing in front of me, Father Damian was no longer dressed as the genial parish priest, he now wore the black patterned robe of a satanic high priest, mystical symbols embroidered on the chest and arms, a reversed crucifix around his neck. Father Damien’s demeanour had completely changed, he presented as the rapist that had abused me in my dreams. Behind him were standing two hooded figures in the grey robes of the Demonic Brotherhood.

Pointing to the altar steps he instructed “Stand there and bend over bitch, show the brethren you ass, let them decide if you are worthy of their attention”

“Yes father I know this position well”. I bent forward and reaching behind pulled my ass cheeks apart revealing my well used hole.

Father Damian considered me for several seconds “Lord Satan has desired to possess you and we his obedient servants are going to show you the true path. Your asshole is opened you hungry bitch; Lord Satan desires that you accommodate two cocks”.

“Father, your words fill me with lust and wonder; but two cocks father surely that is too much for a man to take”.

“You will take them; you will devour them in your boi pussy, you will rejoice in the power of Lord Satan”.

“Yes father, my sinful cock is betraying me yet again; may I suckle on the cocks that are going to empower me”

Father Damian slowly shook her head; “No my son to become a true follower you must be raped by the Demonic Brotherhood and that rape shall take place on the high altar in the presence of the dark lord”.

The two brothers removed their robes, I recoiled in horror, these were not men; they were true demons, the most striking feature being their 18 inch thick, bulbous phallus that hung down between their muscular thighs. I was dragged to the altar and positioned on my hands and knees facing an upturned crucifix. Both demons positioned themselves behind me.

“Fuck Jesus Hail Satan” intoned Father Damian as the rape of my ass began.

As the first demon cock ripped into my ass I screamed and begged for mercy

“Your words are like divine song; to be raped on the high alter by the masters disciples is a great honour”.

My screams intensified as the second demon cock was forced into my already stretch hole.

“Lord Lucifer is pleased, behold he is here”

I look to where Father Damian is standing, I shudder. Standing behind the satanic high priest is a monster, a monster that is over 10 feet tall, a monster that is best described as a cross between a lizard and a man, a monster with a phallus over 3 feet long and dripping pre-cum. The monster bends at the knees and lifts the priest’s robes exposing Father Damian’s ass and his engorged cock. Having positioned his enormous cock against the priest’s anal opening he thrusts forward.

The power of the thrust lifts father Damian off his feet “Hail Satan, fill me with your seed, make me the instrument of your will”.

I watch mesmerised as the coupling takes place, I barely feel the rape of my ass as I watch the blinding white light that emanates from the dark lord, I watch with amazement as Father Damian’s penis grows to an unbelievable size.

“Breed me Lord Satan, breed your true follower, impart your wisdom in me” As father Damian utters the last word the monster lets out a blood curling howl as he ejaculates inside the priest’s anus.