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 UNDER MY BED - A BEDTIME STORY [INSTALLMENT 10-12-11] BY XPANTHER
Codes: bsolo, bb, 2bg, bdsm, mc, pedo, inc, rape, tg, ws, scat, magic

   Part 1 - Afraid of the darkness

   As far back as I could remember I was really scared of the dark.  I
could not sleep at night unless I slept with my bedroom door wide open, so
that the hall light could shine brightly into my room.  I never even
allowed my hands or legs dangle over the edge of the bed or even exposed
from below the bedclothes - just in case the monster under my bed would get
me.

   My bedroom was very small, just enough room for a bed, a small desk and
an old dark wood wardrobe.  The best thing about my room was my bay window
with its broad windowsill, where I would draw in my sketchbook until I was
told that I had to go to sleep.

   I would always try to stay awake as long as I could - sometimes my
mother and father would let me sleep in their room, but as I got a bit
older, this soon stopped.  I would tell them about the monster that lived
under the bed, but they would tell me not to be such a baby, that it was
time to grow up - there was no such thing!

   I told my mom that I heard things move in the night and that I could
sometimes hear whispers from under the bed.  She told me that I had an
over-active imagination and that it was probably the sounds from the
television downstairs.  They made a joke of it sometimes, saying that I was
just a stupid kid.  They just didn't understand.

   At bedtime I would undress quickly, put my brightly coloured flannel
pajamas on and jump onto the top of my bed, so that I never gave the
monster the chance to reach up and grab me.  Sometimes I would surround
myself in my soft toys for protection.  This was my fortress of the night
and I had visions that it would protect me from the monster from the
underworld beneath my mattress.

   It was the night of my eleventh birthday when this all changed.  I had
heard the older boys at my school talking about sex and said that it felt
like rubbing your penis with slippery soap in your hand.  I thought I'd try
it at home, before my mom and dad came home from work, but nothing much
happened.  Disappointed I dismissed the thought until that night in bed.

   It wasn't even my bedtime, when I said to my parents that I felt tied
and was going to bed.  They were preoccupied watching television or
something, so I went upstairs to my bedroom.  I pushed the door closed to
slip into my cosy flannel pajamas - but instead of opening the door again
and slipping under the protective layer of bedding as I did every night, I
stopped.  My heart was racing a million miles an hour with the strangest
thoughts - my pricklet tented the front of my PJs.  I slipped my hand
beneath the hemline of my pants and felt the tip of my small penis, which
was wet with sticky fluids.

   I pushed the door shut again, just to make sure it was securely closed.
And turned the lights out.  I felt weird, I had never done this before but
for some strange reason I was not afraid.  I stood in the dark for a few
seconds, as my eyes grew accustomed to the low level of light.  Everything
was very quiet.

   "Take them off' I heard a purring whisper from the darkness.  "Take them
off and lie down"...it was hypnotic.  In a trance-like state, I slipped out
of pajamas again, leaving them on the floor in heap beneath my feet, and
lay naked on top of my bed.  The dark silence was buzzing around me.  My
penis was very erect and it felt very naughty being completely naked and
erect - something I had never done before.  "Touch it...  touch yourself,"
the almost inaudible voice said.  "Touch yourself".

   It felt so weird and surreal.  Like it wasn't my own hand, though I know
it was.  "Rub yourself, like you did today, only much slower"...  the
whisper ordered.  I draw my foreskin back and forth slowly with my thumb
and forefinger.

   More sticky fluids leaked from the tip of my penis.  "Taste it.  Put
your finger in your mouth..." it told me very persistently.  I rubbed the
fluids between my fingertips and then brought them to mouth.  The taste was
slightly salty, but not unpleasant.  "Rub faster...  rub it faster"...  the
faster I rubbed the more the sensation grew in my groin.  Like tingling
heat.  I felt guilty, like breaking a law or doing something that you have
been told is wicked or bad or evil.  I wanted to stop, but my hand had a
will of its own, rubbing my foreskin faster and faster.

   Suddenly without warning my entire body began to shake.  It was a
tremendous shudder, like nothing I had ever felt before.  More liquid shot
from the tip of my penis, across my chest and face.  Like a bolt of
lightning or an uncontrollable electric shock?  What had happened?  I was
panting heavily from the unexpected experience.  I didn't understand what
had happened.  All I knew that this must be bad and that I should never do
it again.  What would Jesus think - he could see what I was up to.  I was
still trembling inside as I trying to catch my breath.  It must be sinful,
wrong and the shock I felt was a reminder not to repeat these actions and
thoughts ever again.

   The next evening took forever to come around.  My penis had been hard at
school all day, rubbing against the rough material of my school shorts.  I
must pray to Jesus and never repeat this terrible wicked thing.  I must ask
for his guidance, strength and forgiveness.  If I don't ever do this again,
could I please still go to heaven?  The monster under my bed is very bad.
It was the monster's fault.  I must sleep with the light on for a few weeks
to get over it.

   But as night came, my penis couldn't wait to take me to bed.  I quickly
closed the door and didn't even bother with my pajamas.  Turning the light
off again...  there it was that fantastic buzzing feeling of doing
something taboo.  I lay back on the cool material of my bedding, naked and
eager to play with myself again.  The urge built quickly and was
unbelievable - unstoppable!

   Taking my cock in my hand and rubbing it slowly at first, it felt so
very wrong, but I didn't care.  In fact it felt more fun because I knew
that I shouldn't be doing this bad thing to myself.  My dead relatives in
heaven could see what I am up to.  My grandmother would turn in her grave.
My simple finger strokes, where replaces with an iron-fisted grip... 
squeezing hard on my thin cock shaft.  It felt so nasty!  My breathing
became narrow and short as the erotic sensations built inside me.

   "Put your finger in your bum while you rub yourself.  Push it in
further...  that's it, doesn't it feel nice...  why not think about your
young friends...  ahhh...  all naked, rubbing themselves just like you...
playing with their little cocks...  wouldn't it be fun to watch each other
do this...  maybe rub each other...  maybe suck each other..." These
thoughts were just too much.  I sprayed my cum across my chest and chin -
when the shaking and trembling subsided.  My monster hadn't finished yet...
"Eat your spunk for me..." I gingerly tasted it, and then taking a small
glob of cum I smeared it across my lips.  I quickly fell asleep dreaming of
things I could try to stick in my bum while I masturbated.

   The next day was a complete blur...  all I could think about was
masturbation.  I started to fantasize at school about my immediate circle
of friends, wondering what it would be like to have sex with them, to suck
them, to fuck them.

   Night after night, the voice from beneath my bed filled my head with
fantasies that seemed to get more and more bizarre, especially for one so
young.  When sex with boys seemed to get boring, I thought about being tied
up and forced to participate in pagan sex rituals.  A young boy, probably
my age was tied between two vertical poles that resembled erect penises. 
"Suck him...  knee before him and suck him till he spurts...  drink his
nectar..." The voice seemed to be emboldened by my eagerness to allow these
thoughts to play out - and though only fantasy, it was as if I was a
willing student.

   Every night my thoughts and fantasies become more perverse than the one
before.  It was delicious!  "Fuck him for me.  Fuck his arse.  Cum inside
him." Yes, I thought...  Fuck his unwilling arse.  "Whisper it...  say it
out louder...  I want to hear you say it..." my monster urged.  I saw
myself as a high priest overseeing a perverted rite...  "Rape him, let the
orgy begin..." it felt sexy just saying these profanities...  the more
perverted they were, the faster my heartbeat.

   One night, I had forgotten to use the toilet and bladder was quiet full.


   I was about to dress in my pajamas and run to the toilet down the hall,
when the voice said to me, "Stop...  don't waste it...  I want you to pee
in your hand and rub yourself..." This is weird I thought, but I did it.  A
small amount of pee dribbled out of the end of my erect cock - it was hard
to pee when I was so excited.  My heart beat faster - as fast as it did the
first time I listened to the voice.  This was sign.  I liked the sensation
of my wet fingers rubbing up and down my shaft.  The smell was slightly
sweet, but not too pungent.  It felt dirty, disgusting and very nasty. 
Soon I had another earth-shattering orgasm - I was hooked.

   After that I kept an old dirty towel under my bed - close to my monster.
So he could smell how nasty I had been.  I would lay it across my bedding
before I lay down.  "Piss over yourself for me...  I am piss god... 
worship me with your urine...  masturbate and piss-wank!" In my fantasy
world, I was dancing naked around a huge phallus, urinating over myself and
my nasty brotherhood of perverted boys.  It was an all boy piss orgy,
climaxing in the arse-rape an unfortunate sacrifice to our beloved Piss
God! As my tribe of cannibalistic nymphomaniacs would descend upon our
victim to consume his innocence, I would join them in chanting "SACRIFICE!
SACRIFICE!  SACRIFICE!".

   I began to really dig the smell of urine on my skin whilst in my
masturbatory trance.  With one push too much, I pissed across my face.  It
tasted like salty water.  I grabbed a glass from my nightstand and urinated
into it, until the glass was half full.  I put it to my lips and drank a
few sips, then a mouthful...  I feel so nasty.  My cock exploded in
screaming pleasure.  "You honor your Piss God by the drinking his sacred
elixir"...

   At school, besides noticing boys, I had started to take an interest in
girls.  My friends and I started sharing porn magazines filled with tits,
bum and vaginas.  I dreamed of more elicit material - bestiality, boy-boy
sex, golden showers - but I would have to wait a few years before getting
my hands on what really turned me on.  A chance comment by a young friend,
Perseus, who I had fantasized about a more than a few times, was to
introduce me to what he called a hermaphrodite - half boy, half girl.  With
both a penis and a vagina.

   That night was dedicated to the worship a glorious phallic goddess, an
hermaphrodite who would make me suck your tits, balls, cunt and enormous
cock...  then drink her piss ...  "and eat her shit" the voice added. 
Sucking a nasty finger or two from my arse-play was quite a different thing
to actually eating my arse fudge.  But I let the fantasies build.

   Voodoo drums beat loudly and a chorus of naked boys chanted "Piss God!
Piss God!  Piss God!" My dirty towel stunk of stale piss.  I loved it.  It
was a full moon and the light illuminated my perverted games.  I left the
wardrobe door open, so that I could watch myself in the full-length mirror
on the inside of the open door.

   That day I had drawn a large penis effigy in my sketchbook.  I turned to
the page and propped it up to worship it.  I had also secretly taken one of
my mother's best crystal champagne flutes from the display cabinet.  I
quickly filled it with my dark yellow urine.  With great concentration, I
knelt over a small bowl.  As my bowels opened, I felt a large turd slip
from my arse.  The smell was very exciting.

   The concept of evil was something I was very familiar with and afraid
of. Even my wildest fantasies had always known there was a line.  But
tonight I felt different.  I felt darker.  I welcomed this evil.  "Drink
your urine in worship of the Prince of Darkness" said the voice as I
watched my reflection drink my strong piss brew.  I studied myself as I
pounded my young cock meat, head filled with evil and forbidden thoughts.

   "You are now ready to taste the bitterness of Satan's feast..." Beating
my cock as hard and fast as I could, I knelt down over my first offering to
the devil.  I felt slightly light headed as I inhaled deeply the disgusting
vapors from my stinking feces...  "Eat from the altar of your master... 
worship Satan..." the voice insisted.

   My mind was filled with a demon orgy of evil children, just like me, all
fucking and sucking on our unwilling victims, their pathetic cries for
mercy were like music to our ears, as we saturated them in our hot urine
and smeared their tear-stained faces with our stinking shit...  as I drew
my tongue along my nasty turd, the revolting taste triggered my orgasm and
moaning lewdly, I sprayed my milky cum over the mirror.

   I felt so exhausted and weak from the shear strength of my orgasm, and
as my softening penis dipped with transparent fluids, I could not believed
what I had done.  It was as if the voice of Satan had called and I had
answered...  Hail Satan...  after that night, my sexual thirst became
unbearable.  I could no longer wait until the night, to masturbate.  Every
opportunity alone, my hands would in my pants playing with my stiff rod.

   Under My Bed - a bedtime story [INSTALLMENT 13-12-11]

   Part 2 - Sleepovers

   My monster had told me to invite my school friend for a sleepover.  I
had never had anyone sleepover at my place before and I was worried that my
parents would say no.  They didn't.

   So I did as I was told and was very excited when Perseus accepted my
invitation of a sleepover without hesitation.  He gave me one of his warm
smiles that made my balls twitch.  Fuck, he was hot.  I wanted to suck his
cock so fucking badly.  I also wondered what his piss would taste like.  As
we walked back to my house from school together it was really hard to hide
my erection.  I couldn't help noticing that Perseus found it hard to hide
his too.

   Once in the front door we both dropped our heavy school bags.  I shouted
to my mum that we were home and we both ran upstairs to my room.  My mum
shouted to us to keep the noise down and play quietly.  Yes...  our evil
little playtime was about to begin.

   I closed my bedroom door quietly and as I turned around, Perseus and I
looked at each other like two very guilty co-conspirators.  I was shaking
inside with shear excitement of the moment.  He made no attempt to disguise
the obvious tenting of his pants, as I boldly stepped forward, I ran my
fingers across his magnificent bulge.  I could feel his cock move inside
his pants as it responded to my touch.  He let out an almost inaudible moan
and his hand reciprocated across my eager crotch.  I pulled his body
against mine, and we began to grind our hips together, dry-fucking each
other.  It took only seconds before we put our hot young mouths together
and Perseus's rough tongue snaked between my teeth.

   Mum called us for dinner, so reluctantly we straightened ourselves up
trying best to conceal our stiff little cocks and headed downstairs.  At
the dinner table, Perseus drank three glasses of juice and winked at me.  I
did the same.  I hoped that we would be able to recycle them later.  He had
the face of an angel...  but the mind of a wicked little demon...  I
thought...

   It got dark quiet early at this time of the year and after dinner, Mum
and Dad retired to watch the box as I predicted - so we immediately took
the opportunity to disappear back upstairs.  I told him not to worry and
that they won't disturb us, as they are always busy and never come up
stairs until well after my bedtime.

   I was eager to take up where we had stopped before dinner, and Perseus
wasted no time as he leaned forward and kissed me on my open mouth.  I
turned off the bedroom light and the room burned with a devilish glow from
the streetlights.  We quickly stripped and the smell of naked boys and
dirty little cocks filled my room.  I could not take my eyes off of
Perseus's hairless cock as it pointed to the ceiling.  I wanted it in the
roof of my mouth as I had imagined many times in masturbation.

   Perseus lay down across my bed and I joined him.  The heat of our
bodies, feel so good, as we slid our hairless torsos together and I took
his fabulous penis in my hand for the first time, I could not wait to suck
on his hot hard flesh - between my lips, it felt better than I had ever
dreamed of.  I stroked the tight flesh at the base of his shaft, as I
sucked his knob as hard as I could.  Perseus's mouth felt like an expert,
as his tongue worked on my immature cock and balls.

   'Let's worship cockgod and drink his forbidden wine!' suggested Perseus.
He didn't have to ask twice, I thought...  as Perseus urinated into my open
mouth.

   Perseus dug his fingers deeply into my sweaty anus, as I returned the
watery favour...  pissing a nasty mouthful down his urine-thirsty throat.
There was just too much to swallow and our bodies quickly became damp in
spilt urine.  The smell was incredible - much better than just my own urine
smell alone.  Both of us were now breathing in short shallow and heavy
pants of excitement.  We lay face to face, our piss-wet cocks rubbing
furiously against each other, as we tongue kissed to taste each other's
pissy mouths.  Perseus urinated between our bodies as we rubbed together. I
wanted to save my bladder for somewhere else.

   Eager hands pulled my small ass cheeks apart, as I did the same. 
Entwined again in a sixty-nine, each of us masturbating ourselves, this
time we both feverishly lapping at each others rectums, firstly sticking
our tongues into filthy sphincters and then trying to tongue-fuck each
other's as deeply as possible.  The nastiness of this moment was
unbelievable.

   With the mental picture of sodomizing each other, I took the initiative
and knelt behind Perseus.  Putting the head of my stiff penis against his
tight little hole, he pushed back onto my cock shaft, sinking my cock-head
beyond his opening and into the fuck tunnel of his virgin anus.  It felt so
tight and so good.  I began to slide slowly back and forth, and Perseus met
my every movement - his hand worked his cock and balls, as he thrust back
against me taking my pissing cock deeper into his delicious bowels.

   After that night, Perseus and I met for regular sleepovers, when we
weren't sucking and fucking...  pissing into each other's mouths...  we
were scheming new perverted ways to serve cockgod.  He told me that he had
been initiating some sex games with his younger sister.  The nasty fuck! 
First it had been `show me games', then getting her to play with his hard
little cock while letting him finger fuck her bald cunt.  This had
eventually lead to them licking and sucking each others genitals...  He had
not fucked her yet, saying that he had been saving that, so that we could
both use her for some Satanic fun together - I was already imagining her
tiny little body, bound with arms held high, our eager cocks pounding her
hairless pussy and ass together...

   Perseus lived in an old Victorian style house, his elderly parents were
never home...  his dimly light basement was previously unused.  It was
stacked up with dusty old boxes, newspapers and it smelt of stale piss like
a old toilet...  it was the perfect place to convert to our private temple,
a sacred place that we could dedicate to our evil master, who demanded more
perverse sexual rituals of the both of us...  and Perseus's cute little
baby sister would provide us with our first conquest.

   It was early Friday night and Perseus's folks were going away for the
whole weekend.  I had been invited over for a sleepover to keep him
company, while he baby-sat his kid sister.  What parents would leave their
kids along with a nasty perverted child like me?...  cockgod must have
intervened...  The scenario was perfect...  no interruptions, no adults, no
limits for two whole days (and two whole nights!) You could almost hear our
hearts beating wildly and racing with adrenaline, both watching from behind
the net curtains as the car pull out of the driveway...

   We wasted no time getting naked...  throwing aside our cloths, chasing
each other around the house, screaming all kinds of obscene profanities, as
our stiff little cocks drummed against our bloated and urgent bladders.  I
smiled to myself, as my heart beat loudly in my chest, thinking that Satan
would already know what we have in store!  As we climbed the stairs to his
sister, Kay's bedroom, Perseus put his forefinger to his lips as a signal
for us to be quiet.  My dick was already dripping with pre-cum and Perseus
was masturbating himself slowly, as we watched her playing in her room
through the crack in the door oblivious to our evil intent.

   Perseus whispered in my ear to stay out of sight for a moment, as he
entered her room first.  Kay looked up at him naked and erect...  she
grinned at him knowing that, with mummy and daddy gone, they were about to
play `sex' games again...  without a moment of hesitation Kay gripped his
penis and took it willingly into her perfect little mouth...

   I nearly blew made load watching my young demonic lover, about to commit
incest with his younger sister in the name of Satan...  it was so evil...
soon she was naked too, Kay's little buds for pre-teen breasts and puffy
cunny looked ripe for sacrificial rape!  Perseus fucked her mouth slowly,
obviously teasing me, as they both moaned loudly and uninhibited without
any adult supervision...

   Perseus waved to me to join them.  I wasted no time.  I wanted to sink
my cock into this nice little virgin cunt or better still her virgin ass. I
had never fucked a girl before...  the fact that they were both brother and
sister turned me on even more...  Standing next to Perseus, we tongue
kissed while his sister watched with her mouth full of her big brother's
cock.  Her little hand reached out to stroke my cock.  I pushed her hand
away and told her that she had to first make a promise...  a promise to the
devil!

   We quickly moved our kiddy orgy down to the basement.  Perseus and I had
taken a little time in preparing and redecorating with stuff we found lying
around amongst the piles of junk and old boxes down there.  We had started
by scratching in chalk a crude phallus across one of the wall, followed by
inverted crosses and pentagons.

   A dank mattress had been placed in the centre of the room.  On one side
was a low altar made of boxes covered with a simple black cloth, upon which
we had placed a old dinner plate, a faded-metal goblet and a phallic-shaped
`candle-cock'.  Behind the altar stood a large dressing mirror, peppered
with corroded silver from age.  On the other side stood a high-backed
armchair, its upholstery and stuffing had seen better days...  we had
removed its seat area to make what we called our `toilet throne'...

   A rusty candelabra burned with an orange glow, our perverted shadows
caste eerie shapes across the stark brick walls of our dungeon lair and as
we got started the basement took on a fiery red light from no apparent
source.  It felt stiflingly hot and sweaty, but I liked it.  Naked and all
very excited, we gathered in kneeling position, just as our teacher had
told us, in front of our makeshift altar and awaited his next words. 
Perseus and I flanked young Kay, both our cocks pointed upright in salute,
dripping with anticipation of what will happen next.

   Holding her immature labia apart we had the perfect view of Kay's
torrent of hot delicious piss as it noisily filled the goblet.  Taking the
brimming vessel of urine, I offered first to Perseus to drink, then Kay and
finally I consumed the last third.  Her piss tasted different to mine, but
I liked it.  Licking the spillage from my fingers, I watched Perseus
lapping the piss droplets from over around his sister's dripping pinkish
cunt lips.

   All innocence was gone from Kay's little face.  She was one of us now.
Obviously enjoying her nasty tasks, she grinned at the kinkiness of this
new endeavor as she squatted over the plate.  Kay was now slowly
finger-fucking her virgin cunt...  looking more cock hungry and whorish
every second...  the three demon children filling with perverted lust...

   Perseus and I started to suck her little tit buds and masturbate
ourselves, until a familiar odor told us that something was emerging from
between her spread legs.  Cocks in hand in masturbatory prayer, we both
knelt either side of her rear opening, so we could watch her deliver this
unholy offering...  the smell of fresh young girl shit was such a turn
on... I wanted to cum, just from its aroma alone...  and the sight of
watching her ropey turd slide from her tight hole...  hang for a few
seconds before breaking off and falling onto the plate was almost too much
to take.

   Perseus and I both took a handful of her fresh shit and brought it to
our noses to inhale the heady scent...  fuck it was sublime...  my tongue
snaked out to flick along her brown filth and taste its evil bitterness. 
We smeared it over our cocks...  across her chest and covered her cunt and
ass in ritualistic enthusiasm.

   It was time to empty our bloated bladders as we eagerly drench
ourselves, and each other, rubbing the sweet piss wetness over our skin. 
Perseus and I both aimed our pissing cocks over his baby sister, making
sure she was truly soaked in our liquids.  We wallowed in the divine taste
of our fresh urine and inhaled like connoisseurs, the strong concentration
of urea.  Beneath us the mattress had turned brown with our disgusting
cocktail.

   I told Perseus to fuck his baby sister's virgin cunt with the
`candle-cock' and we both held it steady as Kay positioned herself over
it...  I glanced in the mirror and in the reflection, instead of seeing the
three of us, what I saw looked like three red-skinned creatures with small
horns, two with enormous cocks the thickness of our arms, and the third
with both cock and cunt sliding onto the `candle-cock'...

   My concentration was broken as Kay screamed in agony as her body weight
took her down the length of the `candle-cock'...  her hymen penetrated, she
started to fuck up and down on its thickness.  We both licked at the blood
smears between her legs as she lifted herself up, to then descend again
taking more and more of its length into her young tiny body.

   Our pale young bodies were soaked in piss and smeared with brown
streaks. We frantically rubbed against each other until Perseus began to
mount his incestuous little sister.  He pushed the head of his penis
against her bald mound, moaning lewdly as he entered her cunt.  I stood
behind her and held her tiny waist as I prepared to push my cock into her
rectum.  It was deliciously tight and as she rocked back and forth between
her brother and I, she groaned in pleasure as three of us exchanged wild
tongue kisses.

   I caught myself looked up again into the old mirror at where our
reflection was suppose to be...  remembering the rush of sexual butterflies
in the stomach, that I had felt observing the disturbing scene of the
demons in the mirror...  had it been my over zealous imagination?...  fired
by my unnatural interests in devil worship, satanism, sexual vampires,
witchcraft, black magic and voodoo?  Or was it a vision of our own
collective horniness...  our corruption driven by lust and an awakening of
the darker side of our own sexual awareness...  or our rejection of
religious and spiritual goodness and embrace of evil and willingness to
decent to the depths of hell itself?

   The reason was unbeknownst to me...  I simply didn't care...  all I knew
was that there they were there again...  the demon that was I looked back
at me, his impish expression was twisted in obvious enjoyment of the
vulgarity of this situation...  I watched myself as my demon slavishly
buggerized young Kay...  its thick veined cock moved piston-style as it
victimized her gapping anal hole...  it looked like pure evil...

   Perseus screamed loudly as he came hard inside his sister for the first
time...  his pre-teen cum penetrating deep into her immature womb.  He fell
back onto the dirty mattress after his cock slide from between thighs.  As
he watched me fuck his sister's ass, he rubbed his cock back to an erect
state.  He positioned himself behind me, making me the meat in this new
sandwich.

   Perseus began to finger-fuck me.  With every thrust into his baby
sister, his slender digits worked themselves deeper and deeper.  He lent
against my back and whispered wicked ideas into our ears, corrupting me
beyond any possible redemption...  I wanted him in me, to fill my boypussy
as I fucked his sister...  I wanted his to fill my bowels with both hot
piss...  he knew what I wanted and soon the three of us were sodomizing
each other in a daisy chain of perverted lust...

   I could feel my orgasm building inside of me and was just too much for
my young mind to take...  I was about to cum like I had never experienced
before...  I pulled my cock from Kay's poop tube and my hot sperm erupted
over her back.

   Finally we collapsed.  Naked and totally exhausted we lay across the
filthy mattress...  it felt like I was awake, but at some level of
consciousness I was aware that I was already dreaming, and as I slipped
deeper into the abyss of my perverse nightmares...  it was as if I had
crossed through the mirror surface into the demonic never world beyond...

   The first sensation was that of a hot breeze sweeping across my naked
body.  I stood on the outside of a ivy covered wall...  an ancient old wall
made of heavy irregular moss-coated stones that continued, in both
directions, as far as the eye could see...  only broken by a single small
wrought iron gate, decorated in an ornate phallic latticework.

   Even in this dream-like state, my senses all tingled with the
anticipation of both fear and delight.  I had to know what secret lay
beyond this wall, but I was acutely aware that this was not merely a gate,
but a metaphor for choice.  To not pass through the gate was to reject this
path...  but to enter was an act of commitment into the unknown, a journey
into a villainous purgatory...  I instinctively found the gate handle and
turned it without a second thought, its smooth girth and shape resembled an
erect penis and as I turned it to open the creaky gate inwards it felt more
like human flesh than cold metal...

   As the gate closed behind me, I could smell the sickly-sweet fragrances
of the apple orchard that thinly disguised the more base, evocative and
primitive smell...  of sexual arousal.  Inside this hidden garden, all
seemed peaceful, calm and tranquil.  The twilight reduced the trees to mere
silhouettes against a blood-red sky.

   My eyes began to adjust.  In the shadows close to where I stood, under
the heavily knotted branches of a giant old apple tree, there lay asleep a
young girl.  Naked, she lay across the virginal earth.  She appeared to be
about the same age as myself.  Her raven-black hair and blunt fringe were
in sharp contrast to her pale translucent skin.

   Her body looked so firm and silky...  a young girl about to blossom...
pure, perfect and untouched...  in my mind, she could have been Eve and
this could be Eden.  But I knew it wasn't.  It was about corruption,
perversion, a fall from grace...  as my monster had slowly revealed his
true identity to me, so it was that I instinctive knew that all before me
was also evil and twisted.  My shadow-side grinned as my mouth salivated
and my cock his dripped.

   The serenity of the moment was suddenly broken by a low hissing sound...
above her sleeping head, hanging from one of the low branches, was a long
black snake.  Until it moved, it had appeared to simply be part of the
branch...  uncurling its twelve inch length, it descended, sliding slowly
and deliberately down across her bare shoulders...  its slimy wriggling
length making its way across her small puffy chest and down between her
open legs...  I lazily stroked my cock as I watched in my own private
bliss.

   The snake hovered its head in front of the girl's hairless genitals,
probing, tasting, hissing as its forked tongue gently teased her
underdeveloped clitoris...  her body responded to its gentle caress, and in
her comatose state gave into to these primitive urges...  her back began to
arch, sweat began to form across her face, her body wracked by jolts of
pleasure as she climaxed again and again as the snake began to enter her...
first its diamond-shaped head, then the entire length of its scaly body and
finally its pointed tail, disappeared inside her virgin flesh...

   As the snake vanished into her body, I sensed that this divine young Eve
had joined with this evil serpent...  and as the metaphoric process
continued, I glance down between her open legs...  what I thought was the
head of the snake re-emerging from her vagina, looked more like the head of
an erect penis, and as it grew forth from between her legs...  it was not a
snake, but seemed to be an extension to her tender flesh...  in the shape
of a hard, thick, veiny cock...

   Her transformation complete, she stirred from unconscious state with
eyes, not that of a young nubile girl, but that of a wicked cock serpent...
depraved, deviant and needy of sexual gratification...  she starred
straight at me, her small fist stroking her enormous appendage, its bulbous
helmet head dripping with slimy fluids...  a evil stench fills the air, a
fowl concoction of cum, feces and urine.  The garden transforms into a
burning red graveyard of evil stone gargoyles with enormous cocks.  All
around was filled with the sights and sounds of depraved orgy of naked boys
all worshipping Satan!  Everywhere I looked, the garden was filled with a
brothel of sin, boys were masturbating, cock sucking, sodomizing each
other...  a group of boys restrained a singular victim will flaccid penis,
he screamed for being repeatedly raped in every orifice by the young
brethren of the devil...

   With a snake-like hiss in her tone...  "Long I have waited for you,
hidden in the shadows.  I have guided you...  shared a sampling of my evil
pleasures with you...  yes, my wait beneath your bed has not been in
vain... young demon your journey to Satan is just beginning..."

   As I climaxed in my dream, I simultaneously awoke to a shower of fresh
cum steaming out of my throbbing little cock...



   Under My Bed - a bedtime story [INSTALLMENT 16-12-11]

   Part 3 - Summer Discoveries

   Every summer holiday as far back as I could remember was spend at my
Aunt and Uncle's house in the countryside and this year was no exception.
My parents would make the 20 mile drive out of town, down winding country
roads, cross the rolling hills and through the endless tree lined fields.
They would leave me with my Aunt, who was my father's youngest sister for
the entire school holiday - a period of six weeks that seemed to stretch,
at my age, for an entity.  I loved it, without my folks around I could
pretty much whatever I wanted...  and I got away with murder.  Usually at
the end of my holidays, when I would have to return for school, I would
hate to leave.

   I loved the secluded old ivy-covered mason style, with its rambling
gardens surrounded in dense woodlands as far as the eye could see.  As my
parents pulled away down the sweeping gravel driveway, my Aunt and I stood
together and waved goodbye.  It was now time for some cookies...  in my
Aunt's house there was always lots of nice things to eat and drink.  My
Uncle was never around and never knew the reason, so besides my Aunt
potting around her enormous estate, I was pretty much left alone to play
carefree.

   People would say that we looked a lot like each other, like she was my
mum or more often, my big sister...  I liked that.  She always looked so
well groomed and perfect in her attire...  everything matched everything
else...  with her girlish face, strong eyebrows, and slender nose.  I guess
she must be thirty-something, but her spiky fringe made her look much
younger.

   In previous holidays I would explore this fantastic old house, play all
sorts of childish games in the huge gardens and surrounding woodlands.  But
this holiday was different.  From the moment I arrived, it was not the same
place.  My eyes saw things in a new light this summer...  I guess my
monster had changed everything...  nothing would ever be the same again...
not even my childhood playground.  My Aunt told me to take my rucksack
upstairs and unpacked.

   The old house had many rooms, some musky, dusty and seldom used.  My
rather eccentric Aunt had collected all kinds of art and sculptures from a
myriad of origins and they were scattered throughout the house.  As I
looked around the guest bedroom, some of these objects that had eluded my
scrutiny until now...  what appeared previously as strange and curiosity,
actually on close inspection of was incredibly erotic and illicit...  my
little cock became rock hard examining a very phallic Indian statuette,
perfect for my anus I thought...  another of a demon-like figurine with
disproportionately large genitals...  I picked it up and licked its rampant
cock...

   The night here was incredibly dark.  Without any street lamps, car
lights or the glow from neighboring houses, there was nothing to break the
inky blackness and thousands of stars that filled the night sky.  Also at
night, there was no sound...  coming from the busy city, this was something
I was not use to.  This time I actually looked forward to some nasty fun in
the dark silence of this erotic playground...

   It had been late in the afternoon when we first arrived my Aunt had run
a bath for me, as she had done every night of my stay in previous years. 
The guest bathroom smelt of a particular brand of soap that my Aunt
favored. The bathroom itself was large by my family's standard, everything
was sparking clean as I was the only one that ever used it.

   She watched me strip down and as I glanced in the mirror I noticed an
exciting twinge come across her face at the sight of my skinny naked body
that immediately made the blood surge to my cock...  I quickly jumped into
brimming bath water that was filled with soapy bubbles, so that she
wouldn't notice my arousal.

   I remembered being bathed for years, even a vague recollection of shared
bath times many years earlier...  in those times seeing my Aunt naked was
nothing unusual.  Bath time was always fun...  splashing her, climbing over
her, swimming around her soft form.  But that had been a little time ago
now.

   Taking a wash clean from the sink, my Aunt bend down over the bath rim
and rubbed the soapy water across my back and down my arms.  It felt
slightly abrasive but refreshingly pleasurable.  She soaped my chest and
stomach...  and reached down between my legs and rubbed the coarse material
of the washcloth up and down my crotch.  My cock responded to her firm
touches that had discovered my excited state...  she was now masturbating
me very slowly through the material that was now wrapped around my cock and
balls...  I didn't say or do anything, just sat in the bath water as if
everything was normal, but I knew it wasn't...  it felt dirty, horny and I
wanted to moan for faster movement.  But I continued as if I was unaware of
what these sexual sensations meant.  Maybe she had done this before and I
had not understood the significance...  Fuck the way she was rubbing me was
bringing me dangerously close to orgasm.

   She abruptly stopped her tease game and turned to retrieve a thick white
towel from the rack.  She told me to climb out and stand up on the thick
bath rug, so she could towel dry me.  This time I made no pretence to hide
my hard little member.  She slowly towel dried me, again paying special
attention to my stiff little genitals.  Again, I pretended as if everything
was perfectly normal, though I yearned for release.  It didn't happen.

   As I stepped naked into the guest bedroom my freshly pressed pajamas
were laid across the big double bed.  My Aunt pulled the large ceramic
chamber pot out from under the bed and told me to `do my business' before
bed.  I never quite understood what the necessity was to use this
antiquated device, when the bathroom had a perfectly good toilet...  before
I had always just done what I was told.

   I pulled my hard pecker downwards under the lip of the pot and let a
little stream of dark yellow piss pour forth into the cool ceramic
container as my Aunt watched.  A small `plop' was followed by several more
and I was done.  The warm dry washcloth was rubbed across my genitals and
anus hole.  My cock was sure to drip urine and pre-cum, while my dirty
little ass leave a nasty long skid mark in the cloth.

   My heart raced a million miles an hour with lurid thoughts, about her
motives and what exactly she was going to get up to whilst she thought I
was fast asleep.  She helped me step into my pajamas, her face was very
close to my stiff member, I thought for a moment she was going to take me
into her mouth, but she pulled the elastic waste up and over my waistline
and patted me on the bum.

   She pulled back the bed cloths and I jumped in between the cool crisp
sheets.  She leaned over me, telling me to have sweet dreams and kissed me
goodnight on the lips.  Retrieving the tainted bowl from the floor by its
antique handle, she turned the light out and closed the door.

   I immediately jumped out of bed, diving my hands into my pajama pants
and masturbating myself vigorously.  I slowly opened the door to the
guestroom and looked down the long corridor.  It was all clear.  My Aunt
had gone to her bedroom taking my pre-teen offerings with her.  It felt so
nasty pretending to be naïve, leading my Aunt on to think that I was
unaware of what games she must have played for many of my young years,
preying on my innocence.

   Maybe the door would be locked I thought?  It wasn't and I silently
slipped into the dimly lighted room.  Black candles burned and the pungent
smell of incense filled the air.  She must have prepared this before I took
my bath.  I quickly hide behind a large wooden chest of draws and as I
inched forward I had a perfect view of my Aunt kneeling naked in the centre
of the large carpeted room.  Her clothes had been removed, scattered across
the room in some haste.  She was breathing heavily and was so eager to
begin her evil little ritual, that she was totally obvious to my presence.

   Between the naked rear of my kneeling Aunt and a large oval standing
mirror was the soiled cloth and ceramic chamber pot.  With one hand between
her legs, pleasuring herself, and the other bringing the cloth to her face.
She first inhaled the smells from the raw cloth, tonguing the shit stain
from my ass wiping.  She then soaked the entire cloth in the piss and shit
mixture of the pot.  Her slender fingers worked her fuck hole that drips
with her slimy cunt juices.

   Bringing the piss soaked cloth to her mouth she sucked at the trapped
fluids in the material...  I have an unobstructed view of her reflected in
the mirror...  but I don't see my Aunt, I thought I saw a demon smearing my
small shit pellets across her small chest, then bringing her dirty fingers
to her mouth, whispering...

   'Oh master of all evil...  he must be close to the age of knowing... 
his urine and feces taste better each year...  let me test him...  so that
we may offer you sacrifice...  oh perverted demon I have waited so many
years to abuse this child...  let me take him and use him for our mutual
pleasure.'

   She picked up the chamber pot and drank its disgusting contents.

   She convulsed in our own private ecstasy...  a voice in my head says
`YES you want more.  Her soul is yours for the taking'.

   Silently I move back into my bedroom, slip beneath the light bed cloths
in fake sleep.  A light from a crack in the door fell across my face... 
and as the light faded, I quickly removed my pajama bottoms...  as my eager
cock demands attention with manipulative thoughts of my new situation. 
Predator will be come prey I thought...  soon my nasty Aunt is do anything
I want...

   I was looking forward to bath time the next day.  All day I had been
imagining all sorts of situations involving sexual activities with my Aunt.
When I heard the sound of the bath water running, I flippantly asked her to
join me like we did years ago.  My request was unexpected and caught up in
the moment she hesitantly agreed.  As we stripped naked, I made it no
secret that my cock was very hard...  not in boyish fun...  but in a sexual
thirst.

   My Aunt's body was firm and slender, her breasts almost flat and boyish.
She got into the shallow water first, maybe out of initial embarrassment,
as it had been many years since we had done this.  But I kissed her full on
the mouth, the point of my tongue forcing its way between her puckered
lips. She was shaking with excitement.  I reach below the waterline and
lift the plug...  as the water quickly drained and I climbed into the tub
facing her.

   As I touched myself lewdly in front of her, she looked hungry and
excited.  One of my hands fingered my anus, whilst the other idly stroked
my penis.  She was now crouched on all fours in front of me, her nipples
pointed like bullets and her shaved cunt glistened with fresh sex juices. I
told her that loved our bath times, but this time I need to make pee-pee. I
looked coy and desperate, but my hand thrust up and down my cock flesh.  As
I pointed my cock towards her upturned face I started to urinate over
her...

   `Drink' I ordered as she gulped like a dying fish at my acrid yellow
piss stream.  Her mouth quickly followed the piss to its source, sucking my
hard little cock in her hot lips.  Her mouth felt like a tight cunt,
sucking, licking and scraping the edge of her teeth against the delicate
underside of my penis.

   The smell of my urine filled the air...  I told her that I was thirsty
too...  to which she grinned evilly.

   `You are quite a little devil aren't you?' in a mock telling-off tone.

   She picked me up in her arms and carried me into her bedroom and to a
door to a room that I had not entered before in all my years of staying in
her house.  Inside the small windowless room, every wall was covered with
images of child pornography, of huge cocks entering young bodies, men
sodomizing young boys of my age, men fucking flat-chested young girls, boys
sucking other boys, girls licking mature shaved cunt lips and sucking their
filthy asses, children performing oral sex with various animals, young open
mouths drinking piss from older children...  the room was perfumed in the
dank smell of piss and fecal matter...  it was her temple of perversion,
dedicated to her own deviant demons of lust (her monster).

   We tongue-kissed for a long time.  I could taste my piss in her saliva.
As we broke from our wet kiss, she laid me on my back across the putrid
floor and squatted over my face.  `Drink young demon, long I have waited
for this moment...  and tomorrow you will meet many others like us'.  My
tongue briefly explored her loose labia and thick clitoris, before she
began pissing into my open mouth.  Her piss tasted strong and heady.  There
was just too much to swallow, as the deluge poured forth and drenched my
face, hair and upper body, as I wallowed in its depravity.  She panted
heavily.  Her shit quickly followed and as it filled my mouth cavity with
its foul stench and equally foul taste, she moaned lewdly...  it was as if
I could feel the years of her patient devotion to Satan, waiting for this
very moment of release...

   I was looking forward to meeting others like me...

   Under My Bed - a bedtime story [INSTALLMENT 23-12-11]

   Part 4 - Kiss-the-serpent

   It was late Sunday evening and the sound of church bells filled my head.
It was still very hot and sticky.  Sitting in the uncomfortable hardwood
pew, I looked up at the oppressive gothic ceiling of this gaudily old
medieval church.  It had seen better days and the centuries of filth
actually made it look more ominous and imposing.

   It was to be the last mass for the day and the ruggedly handsome priest
stood in the pulpit to give his sermon to the faithful...  he spoke slowly
and deliberately...  his voice drifted across, as if the sermon were
directed at me.  Maybe it was.

   'And so it was that the great serpent walked erect like Adam and Eve and
was equal in height.  It could talk and was in the habit of conversing with
the first woman on earth.  It was clever enough to meddle in the life of
the first humans and to offer them the benefit of counsel.  To be sure, it
was bad advice; slyly it induced Eve to desire the fruit of the forbidden
tree.  Gently and cleverly it pointed the way to disobedience of the divine
command.  And as the woman fell to the serpents will, so did man...  ...it
was by the guile of the serpent that Adam and Eve were driven out of the
Garden of Eden towards a life of sufferance.  For the serpent lusted for
Eve.  It had seen Adam and Eve in their conjugal act and was animated by a
passion for sexuality.  It sort a union with Eve...  an evil and corrupt
union...  the serpent is the first illicit desire of sex, the first
thwarted passion of love, the first struggle with animal desires that
transgressed and perverted love of all that is divine...' His words cast a
strange spell over me.  His imposing character and strong face expressed
his deep appreciation of this story.  My little cock was rock hard and made
a damp patch against the fabric of my shorts.  As my mind filled with
images of falling on my knees to suck his nice big juicy cock beneath his
religious vestments...  to taste his delicious pre-cum and suck his hairy
old sacks dry.

   The priest called forth the small congregation receive communion.  I
watched my Aunt kneel at his feet and receive the `Body of Christ'...  I
watched her tongue extend to lick the tips of his fingers as she received
the wafer.  He leaned forward, with words only for her ears.  Then they
both glanced back silently over at me.  I wanted to taste his piss.  I
wanted to be drenched in it.

   I waited silently excited, as the service continued, with more prayers
and songs of praise from the choir of alto young voices.  I exchange a
glance or two with a young feminine boy in the choir...  he looked
uncomfortable with my measured stare, as we looked at each other just a
little bit too long...  suck...  fuck...  suck...  this priest was making
me sex crazy...

   As mass ended my sexy aunt sat next to me.  She placed her coat across
my lap and fondled my private parts discretely.  She told me to be
patient...  that I am to be tested by high priest later in the church
library.  Testing sounded serious...  but exciting at the same time...  I
hoped that the testing would involve something nasty.

   As the church emptied slowly, we remained behind until the last of the
faithful have finally gone home and the church helpers had closed the
doors.

   Finally the hall was empty and my aunt stood up, she lent back against
the rear of the pew in front of me.  She lifted the hem of her short shirt
to show me that she had no underwear beneath her skirt.  As she exposed
herself, she pulled my face forward against her hot sex.  She tasted of
salty urine.  I sucked hungrily at her labia, pushing my tongue between her
pussy flesh and into her wet fuck tunnel as she gyrated against my face.

   It felt dirty doing it in a holy place...  the House of God...  FUCK
JESUS...  FUCK GOD...  worship Satan...  I thought.  I wanted to do much
more, but my Aunt pushed me back against the wooden pew.  She pulled her
skirt back down and wiped my face with her hanky.  She tongue kissed me,
tasting her own juices in my mouth, and led me through the doorway towards
the church library.

   She knocked on the old solid-wood door and awaited a response.  Someone
observed us through the peephole and I could hear the unbolting of locks as
the door opened.

   The young choirboy, that I had stared at during the service, attended to
us at the doorway.  Close up he looked good enough to eat.  His soft blond
pageboy hairstyle framed his pretty face and made him look no older than
about eight or nine years old.  His effeminate gestures made me want to
fuck him even more.  He silently ushered us into the library and locked the
door behind us.

   Inside the sparsely appointed library, that was not very much bigger
than a double garage, there were a few high-backed wooden chairs, a long
desk, a couple of stalls and a red cushioned prie-dieu.  The walls of the
library were filled with rows of old dusty volumes.

   The handsome priest sat at the desk pawing over a leather-bound book
opened across it.  He looked up for the heavy publication and acknowledged
us.  My aunt sounded very subservient as she introduced me as the `boy that
she had spoken about'.  The priest responded with a knowing nod telling her
that she had done the right thing to bring me to him.  He looked at my aunt
sternly and said that I smell of her cunt on my face...  that I was to
serve only the `Serpent'...  she went to respond, but he told her that she
was to be silent and only to observe.  He offered her his hand and she
sucked his forefinger, bowed demurely and sat on one of the high-backed
chairs to one side.

   He pointed to a stool in front of the desk.  His hungry dark and
piercing eyes viewed me like a piece of meat to be consumed.  He asked if I
had understood the service; was I familiar with the stories of the serpent?
I nodded.  He added that, in fact, it was the Serpent that gave Adam and
Eve the gift of carnal knowledge...  did I know what carnal knowledge was?
He didn't wait for an answer.  He continued to say that my aunt was a
devout believer...  a loyal servant of the faith, that she had asked the
high priest to help me understand the `Way of the Serpent'...  that it was
a divine and sacred creature...  that I was in fact, privileged to be
considered to offer ones service.

   He told the choirboy to remove his vestments and to pray for `purity of
thought' and the nervous kid knelt naked at the prie-dieu, praying his
little heart out load.  Bless me father this...  forgive me father that.

   Then the priest called me to sit on his lap.  Dirty fuck, I thought, I
know what he wants...  and sure enough, as I sat on the edge of his knee,
his hot hands held my narrow waist and drew me closer to his burning
crotch. I could feel his erection pushing against my rear and I wriggled
against it to tease the old fuck.  He was now obviously panting with
anticipation.  He whispered obscenities in my ear, as his hot tongue snaked
its way across my earlobe...  that there were many new pleasures to
experience in the `Service of the Serpent'...

   The old book had a metallic medieval-looking crest across its battered
old leather jacket.  The priest explained that this symbolized the Serpent;
that consuming its own tail formed a circle of eternity...  my thoughts
flashed back to my dream.

   He opened the heavy cover and gestured to an illustration on the open
page.  It was a drawing of several naked young boys performing oral sex on
each other...  have you consumed a serpent's tail before?  He asked
pointing towards two boys in a sixty-nine, sucking each other's cocks...  I
was dripping pre-cum inside my shorts.  He turned the page and there were
more illustrations of naked boys and adult men this time, performing more
oral sex; the next showed more naked figures...  some locked together as
the older men sodomized the young boys...

   He began to rub against my backside more vigorously, obviously enjoying
this sensation as we looked at this highly pornographic book.  I could
smell his sexual arousal...  he asked me how the pictures made me feel...
and I responded by moving my hand behind me and openly rubbed directly
against his bulging cock, masturbating his hard-on through his thin
priestly gown.  It felt so long and thick.  He groaned in approval.  He
said that I learned quickly and that it pleased him that I understand the
`Way of the Serpent'.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my aunt sitting wide-legged,
one of her hands was busy between her legs, the other beneath her top... 
the distinctive shape of her fingers wrapped around her tiny breasts...  as
she got off on what she saw.

   He lifted me from his lap.  He told me to undress...  `As it was in
Garden of Eden'.  The priest placed the book on the angled prayer table of
the prie-dieu.  He left it open upon the last page that I had seen.  The
situation was making me very horny and I was dying to have sex with the
petite blond boy praying to himself ...  he told me stand besides the
prie-dieu as he fondled the choirboy's exposed small bubble butt and tiny
little flaccid penis.  He quickly pulled his vestments over his head and
was naked too...  his rigid cock looked huge in comparison to ours...  from
between his large hairy thighs, it stood as thick as my arm, its veined
shaft and bulbous knob looked angry and blood red...

   He bent forward, lifting the face of the coy choirboy and roughly
tongue-kissed him.  The boy seemed rather unwilling and resistant to his
sexual advances.  He seemed to gag as the high priest's thick tongue filled
his small orifice...  squirmed and whimpered against his full mouth.  As
the priest's big hands roughly fondled the boy's smooth ass cheeks, I could
see that the choirboy had started to sob...

   The high priest acted completely indifferent to the boy's apparent
suffering and instructed him to stroke his cock...  sobbing, his two shy
little hands tried hard to clasp around its thick girth, drawing its loose
foreskin back and forth over the angry bulbous head that was now dripping a
river of clear pre-cum...

   Returning our attention to his book...  as the priest turned each
cum-stained page, the illustrations became more and more perverse - boys
with boys, boys with men, men with men, oral copulation, masturbation,
analingus, bum-fucking...  it was a constant orgy of depravity, filled with
degradations of all kinds...  bondage, punishment, whipping, pissing,
shitting, bestiality and ritual rape...  he pushed his fore-finger into my
mouth and moved it in and out in a fucking motion and sucked hungrily on
his thick digit as I masturbated myself.  He grunted in approval.

   My hand eagerly pumped my cock, roughly in time with the high priest's
masturbation as he turned each page.  The last page depicted a grouping of
naked entwined bodies gathered around in worship of a mythical looking
beast...  an androgynous demon...  a twin-sexed goddess, who was urinating
over them with an enormous serpent-like cock...  could they be worshipping
my MONSTER?

   My enjoyment of these images was very obvious to the priest, who
recognized my interest like an evil mentor...  and it was even more obvious
that it was not so with the awkward choirboy...  his uneasiness became
complete anxiety, he looked confused and afraid...  his efforts to please
the priest's cock were met with disgruntled impatience of the lack of
satisfaction...

   `Rub it harder, Harder, HARDER boy!'

   The priest seemed to relish the choirboy's suffering, ordering him to
suck his greasy cock.  Reluctantly he complied with the priest's orders and
placed his mouth around the tip of his nasty fat cock...  his little
contorted face was flushed with disgust from the taste of the oozing
pre-cum that now drenched his small lips and lower face...

   His pathetic demeanor only made me desire him more.  I asked the high
priest, if it would please him, to watch me use him, like his sexy pictures
showed?

   `Wait your turn boy...  watch and learn what it means to
`Kiss-the-Serpent' the high priest told me.  I exchanged glances with eager
my aunt, who had already orgasmed several times during my testing.

   The nasty priest wrapped his hairy forearms around the torso of the
naked boy and pulled him towards is groin...  lifting the choirboy in the
air, positioning his bottom just above his massive cock.  I knelt down for
a better view as he made the boy `Kiss-the-Serpent'.

   As the priest pressed the head of his cock against the choirboy's tight
virgin sphincter, the realization of what was about to happen to him sent
him into instant panic.  The young boy began to twist and turn against the
priest's firm grip...  he clenched against the impending downward movement
that would impale his rectum upon the hungry perverted priest.

   `Kiss-the-Serpent...  Kiss-the-Serpent...' chanted the priest and my
aunt over and over.

   Excitedly, I joined their chant, just whispering at first, my voice
getting increasing louder as I watched in complete awe.  His powerful arms
controlled the downward movement of the struggling boy.  I could clearly
see the thick crown of his veined cock spearing the furrow of the boy's ass
cheeks.

   The choirboy' continuously whimpered and yelped, though his body went
limp, as he no longer had the energy to resist his sodomy.  By now at three
or four inches of the priest's cock was already inside him.  The priest
pulled back and then thrust upwards filling the boy's bowels, churning his
insides...  drawing it back and mercilessly thrusting again and again until
he was balls' deep.

   With the choirboy daggling against the priest's heaving chest and
muscular stomach with his cock completely buried inside the boy.  The
priest grunted in his efforts to orgasm and gave me a grimaced smile that
encouraged me to masturbate even more furiously, jerking as I sprayed my
clear boy cum over myself...  how I longed forward the opportunity to
`Kiss-the-Serpent'...

   Finally the priest groaned as the choirboy slid from the priest's spent
cock.  The boy lay facedown on the stone floor of the library.  He didn't
move much...  he just curled into a ball and continued to quietly cry.

   The priest sat done against the high back chair and beckoned me forward.
I quickly moved between his knees and knelt in front of him.  His big cock
was still rigid and covered in a concoction of semen, blood and boy shit.

   `Clean me boy.  Pay homage to the `Kiss-of-the-Serpent.'

   I quickly looked over my shoulder at my aunt, who was watching intently.
Her eyes were glazed over with lust at the sight of me performing
ass-to-mouth on the high priest.  Placing his hands upon the back of my
head he steered me forward.  As I lent towards is groin, my tiny hands
wrapped around the base of his shaft, guiding the putrid cock between my
hungry lips.

   `Arrrghhh...  That's it boy.  Lick it.  Suck it...  worship it!' Cried
the priest as he urinated into the back of my throat.

   I gulped at his heady brew, tasting the strong salty liquid as it
quickly filled my mouth with more fluids than I could swallow.  Soon my
face and torso was drenched in his hot piss...  after which I knew
instinctually what to do...

   Without another word, I mounted his thick hairy legs and positioned
myself above his priestly cock.  And once face-to-face with the priest, I
kissed his mouth as I lowered myself upon his throbbing organ.

   I thought about all the things that I had managed to fuck my ass with...
this was the largest...  and the most exciting.  Despite my recent cum, my
pricklet was once again erect and oozing it's own pre-cum.

   The priest's fingers wrapped around my tiny little cock rubbing it in
its own wetness and then bringing his wet digits to my mouth.  I sucked his
fingers as he commanded me to `Kiss-the-Serpent'.

   Using all my body weight I forced myself down upon his thick rod.  It
was painful at first and felt like it would never fit.  I pushed harder,
using one of my hands to pull the cheeks of my ass apart, so that I could
accommodate his rigid cock.

   `Kiss-the-Serpent.  Kiss-the-Serpent.' I could hear my aunt chanting...
encouraging me to take more of the priest into my delicate hole.  I felt
stuffed and stretched...  and the burning sensation was tremendous, though
I had only managed to take half of its length inside me.  Suddenly with an
audible pop, I felt myself slide down the rest of his shaft until my bum
cheeks were hard against his hairy legs.

   Again without instructions, I instinctually drew myself up, raising my
small frame along the length of this cock and then downward again in slow,
even strokes.

   The priest filled my mouth with his rough tongue and I moaned lewdly
into his open mouth.  The pressure against my prostate was incredible and
though his cock was thick and long, I began to glide back and forth
increasing the tempo with the increasing pleasure that warmed my guts.  I
wanted him inside me, I wanted to be impaled on his unholy meat, I wanted
to be filled with his evil semen...  I wanted to `Kiss-the-Serpent'.

   My aunt had drawn the choirboy between her open legs and she bucked
against his unwilling face as she watched me ass fuck the priest with every
sinew of my being.

   Lost in the illicit pleasure of sodomizing me and no longer able to
control himself, I could feel the priest's strong hands now holding my
waist as he matched my rhythm, pushing harder and harder against my
perineum.  He grunted with stern effort, spurting his seed deep inside me,
bucking fiercely with the tight muscles of my anus milking his balls.  The
hotness inside of me triggered my own delight as my untouched cock quivered
in an almost dry orgasm.
   To be continued...