UNHOLY TRINITY 1

Feature Writer: Triple Helix

Feature Title: UNHOLY TRINITY 1

Published: 20.10.2022 / ReligiousFetish.com

Story Codes: Blasphemy, Religious, Satanic

Synopsis: Jesus discover his true calling. 

Unholy Trinity 1

Jesus knelt in the still darkness of the Garden of Gethsemane. What he knew would be his final meal had ended shortly before, and he felt the need to steel himself for the unpleasantness that lay ahead. Throughout his life on Earth, prayer to his Father had always been a sure way to overcome any obstacle.

He thought back briefly to the period just before his public ministry had begun. Forty days in the wilderness, fasting and enduring Satan’s temptations. Of course he could have turned stones into bread, or any other kind of food for that matter, but prayer and the loving presence of his Heavenly Father had seen him through. But something about tonight felt different. The air itself felt heavy, thick with something Jesus had never felt before.

He knew that he would shortly take on the sins of the world and become a sacrifice for the salvation of all mankind. That burden, the culmination of his purpose on earth, seemed too much to bear now, listening to the night sounds and the gentle snoring of the disciples who had accompanied him.

They couldn’t stay awake for a quarter of an hour, he realized.

Pushing the encroaching resentment from his mind, he began to pray, beseeching his Father to ease the burden on him.

“My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass me by. Nevertheless, let it be as You, not I, would have it,” the words seemed vaguely unnatural in the thick air amidst the quiet sounds of the garden, but he continued, “If this cup cannot pass by, but I must drink it, Your will be done!”

Jesus knelt for a few moments at the conclusion of his prayer, then arose and walked the short distance to the sleeping apostles. Awakening them, he rebuked Peter, then retreated again to pray. He thought again of the temptations in the desert. How Satan had appeared to him in the form of a man, hounding him sometimes for hours at a time, trying to crush his resolve. Then, as now, Jesus told himself, prayer was the answer. It occurred to him that something seemed to be actually accumulating in the air around him, something dark and tangible.

Finishing his prayer for a second time, he again roused the three apostles, feeling a twinge of anger at their inability to stay awake. He knew they couldn’t comprehend what he was going through, couldn’t accept the fact that he was to die, but the utter inability of his closest friends to aid him in his prayer stung Jesus in an unexpected way. He suppressed the rising anger, and for a third time he walked a short distance away and knelt to pray.

This time felt different. Jesus at last realized what was gathering in the air of the garden. He was suddenly and acutely aware of the growing weight of sin about him, as if the entirety of the universe was preparing to cleanse itself. Yet he still had felt no response from his Heavenly Father. He pushed these thoughts from his mind.

“My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass me by. Nevertheless, let it be as You, not I, would have it,” the words still seemed unnatural in the stillness of the night, and Jesus was aware of something in his voice that had never been there before. Nevertheless, he continued, “If this cup cannot pass by, but I must drink it, Your will be done!”

After a moment’s reflection, he realized that he had spat out the last phrase, contempt dripping from his voice. The ever-growing mass of sin still gathered about him, almost as if a physical, visible cloud were forming. Being fully man, but also fully divine, and having been born from a womb free of the stain of Original Sin, this was the closest Jesus had ever been to this much depravity.

Through his increasingly clouded vision he noticed a figure approaching. Has my Father finally taken notice, and sent an angel to help me? The form approached slowly through the darkness, not cautiously, but purposefully, almost mockingly. After what seemed an eternity, he was standing next to Jesus. After a slight pause, he spoke:

“If you are the Son of God, put yourself at ease and refuse to take up this cup.”

Jesus’s blood ran cold. This was Satan, come to tempt him once more, and in his growing weakness, with sin coalescing all around him, he was no longer sure if he could withstand it.

He gathered his strength for a moment.

“Again I say to you, it is written, ‘Do not put the Lord God to the test.’”

Jesus could feel the cloud of sin swirling ever more tightly about him, as if emboldened by the presence of Satan. Satan’s face was barely visible, but Jesus could now see that there were horns sweeping back from his forehead. They hadn’t been there last time. Then with a sudden shock Jesus realized that the tempter was nude.

Satan smirked, letting the half-smile linger on his lips for a few seconds.

“But are you not also God? Why should your Father put you to the test, compelling you to take on the consequences of his imperfect creation?”

Jesus could barely see, and there was a growing ringing in his ears. Sin was everywhere; much, much more sin than he had ever imagined could be concentrated in the world. It was building and building all around him, and with a sudden sense of panic, he felt something inside himself snap. He knew he could no longer resist.

Satan leered down at Jesus as the supposed savior of the world stood slowly, looking at the devil before him with pleading eyes. Satan gestured broadly with his arms, indicating the entirety of the horizon around the hill.

“Once again, I offer you lordship over all these things, if only you fall down and do an act of worship to me.”

Jesus hesitated for a few moments. Never in his entire earthly existence had a situation been beyond his control. Even in moments of human frailty, his Father had always been with him. Not now, though. All Jesus could feel was a stark Nothingness. For the first time, Jesus felt truly alone.

Then he realized that he was not alone at all.

Satan’s cock stood proudly before him, erect and unnaturally long. He stared at it for what seemed like hours, then glanced back up at Satan’s face. It was beautiful, more beautiful than he remembered, and Jesus realized that with the horns, he was somehow very sexy. Yes, very sexually attractive. Jesus had never thought about anyone, not a woman and certainly not a man, in that way. It felt natural though, and the weight of the sin-heavy air closed a little more tightly around him.

His gaze lingered on his tormentor’s face; it was a stunningly attractive, sexy, beautiful face. But in that instant Jesus realized that it was not nearly as sexy and beautiful as the devil’s cock. Sin seemed to be physically assaulting him from all angles now, and Jesus made the very conscious, very deliberate decision to give in to it. Without any further thought, Jesus fell to his knees and succumbed to the temptation.

Positioning himself before Satan, he reached out and took the heavy cock in his left hand. It throbbed as he grasped it. He lifted it up toward the devil’s stomach, and was amazed at how far it extended. He could feel his own cock rapidly growing, a sensation he was not at all used to. It felt wonderful.

“Satan …” Jesus whispered, as if he were trying out the name for the first time. His cock twitched as he said it, and he could feel the sin moving within him.

The devil cocked his head a bit and looked quizzically down at the Jesus, who was quite clearly enraptured by this new experience. Satan could smell the taint of corruption beginning to well out of the Son of God’s body.

“Satan …” Jesus said again, a little louder this time.

He decided he liked the way his cock felt when he said that name.

“Satan.” He said it again, clearly and confidently this time, and again he was rewarded with a twitch and a sublime tingling in his cock.

It was as if the third repetition assured him that he had made the right choice. He opened himself fully to the sin that was still swirling wildly about them, and welcomed it into his heart.

Jesus lowered his face to Satan’s crotch, placing his nose at the junction of the shaft in his left hand and the scrotum which he now cupped gently in his right hand. He inhaled deeply, savoring the musky aroma. Gently, he extended his tongue and touched Satan’s balls.

The cock twitched in his hand, and his own cock twitched again in unison. He slowly ran his tongue up the underside of Satan’s cock, back down to the scrotum, then up the side of the shaft back to the head. Satan was moaning softly now, and Jesus could feel him tense ever so slightly.

Without stopping to collect his thoughts, and feeling the delicious sin still flooding into his inmost being, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took the head inside. It felt magnificent to be penetrated by another man, by Satan, by the God of this Earth. Jesus pressed his head slowly forward, registering the rise and fall of every vein as it crossed his tongue.

At the point when Jesus started to feel his gag reflex kick in, Satan gently put a hand in the back of his head and held him there. Not forcefully, not with any ill intent, but held Jesus on his cock, just at the edge of gagging, for five or ten seconds, while Jesus could feel the depravity of the whole world building ever more strongly around them and inside of his heart and mind. Finally, Satan slowly pulled his now-moist cock out of Jesus’s mouth. He could almost see the cloud of corruption come pouring out after his cockhead cleared Jesus’s lips

“All of this,” Satan said again, “Will be yours. You only have to complete this act of worship and submit yourself fully to me.”

Still the sin raged around them, seeming now to actively seek out the Son of God, who continued to leave his heart and mind fully open to its malign influence.

Jesus nodded rapidly, looking up at the devil towering over him. His eyes were going black now, Satan noticed. He reached hungrily for the cock again, but Satan stopped him.

“However, this will not be as easy as if you had given yourself to me the first time.”

Jesus realized he was practically pouting. What does he mean? I just want that cock. The sin was all around and inside both of them now, and Jesus welcomed it, slipping into it like a warm bath. He felt urges he’d never felt before, and relished the now obvious feeling of corruption and depravity that washed over, around, and through him. He was no longer listening for a response from his Heavenly Father. Jesus realized that he didn’t care what the cost was, to himself, to his Father, or to the rest of the world. All he wanted, all he needed, was right in front of him. He knew then that his life’s purpose was no longer to free mankind from sin, but rather to show mankind how to wallow ever deeper in sin and debauchery. All he had to do was suck Satan’s cock.

Again the devil smirked.

“This cup can no longer be taken from you. You will either fulfill the purpose of your incarnation and become a sin offering for the world, or you will become my devoted disciple. Either way, you must hang on the cross.”

Jesus thought that Satan was a little bit behind the game if he thought that there was any way the original purpose of his incarnation could be fulfilled. The corruption inside him had advanced too far already, and Jesus loved the feeling of it tearing away at his former morals and principles. He could feel each and every time sin wormed its way further into the fabric of his being, and it was ecstasy.

His Father had engineered this sacrifice, had seen to it that the sins, the evil, of the entire human race would coalesce on his form on this night. God’s intent, of course, was to present his Son as the perfect sacrifice, made once for all time, to redeem the fallen human race. God’s intent no longer mattered, though, because Jesus knew that from the first moment he tasted the gathering sin in the air he had already made a decision. He was reveling in the sin, basking in feelings of lust and debauchery from across the entire span of the human race. There was no turning back now, and Jesus didn’t care at all. It was his turn to smirk now.

“Give me that goddamned cock,” he growled, and in one swift motion took it in his mouth all the way to the root.

Holding there as he suppressed his gag reflex, he finally pulled back before slamming his head forward again.

Satan allowed this to go on for a couple of minutes, then took Jesus’s face in both hands. Easing him off the cock, he tilted Jesus’s face to look up into his eyes.

“Say you will serve me.”

Jesus smiled again. “Satan, I will serve you for all eternity.”

The sin and corruption moved within him as he said it, and he could feel his cock twitching again.

“Tell me that I am your Lord and Master.”

“Satan, you are my Lord and Master.”

Saying the name of Satan sent another thrill through Jesus’s cock. He repeated it to himself.

Satan.

Satan.

Satan.

SATAN. MY LORD AND MASTER SATAN!

Satan guided his cock slowly back between Jesus’s waiting lips, maintaining eye contact now as he slowly pumped in and out of the Son of God’s slick mouth. Jesus’s eyes slowly rolled back as the veins of his Master’s cock caressed his tongue, and the sins of the world caressed and tainted his heart.

“Your father failed to account for the human part of your nature. Even though you are also fully divine, it was never going to be enough to overcome your base human nature,” Satan laughed a little before he continued, “You will be my son from now on, seated at the left hand of my throne in Hell. Together we will rule this world, and eventually all of the men and women in it.”

Jesus’s cock twitched again as he heard the words rush over him. He could feel the corruption again, no longer pressing in on him but now almost fully inside his body and mind. He concentrated a portion of his divine nature on pulling it in, soaking up as much of it as he could, allowing it to stain and defile his formerly pure divine being. He now realized that he wanted, needed all of the sins of the world concentrated inside him. Never mind the purpose he and his Father had laid out prior to his incarnation and birth from the Virgin’s womb. All of that was gone now, gone forever in a whirlwind of lust and sodomy.

Satan’s beautiful eyes bored into his own, and Jesus was no longer worried about his impending crucifixion. Whatever pain that caused, and he was sure it would be significant, it would pale in comparison to the eternal ecstasy that awaited him as a servant of his new Lord, as the Crown Prince of Hell, as the Son of Satan. As this knowledge dawned on him, Jesus could contain himself no longer and for the first time in his life spilled his seed on the ground between his knees.

He suddenly realized that the cock in his mouth was growing even thicker and harder than before. Jesus was of course aware of how the sexual act occurred, but had not until this moment given it very much thought. The anticipation of what was about to happen, coupled with his whole-hearted embrace of the sins of the world, were making him light-headed.

Satan laughed as he pulled his cock almost all the way from Jesus’s mouth. He began to cum, and Jesus felt the first heavy, thick spurts across his tongue. More semen erupted into his mouth as he tried to swallow. Finally, seeing that Jesus’s mouth was about to overflow, Satan plunged his cock back into Jesus’s throat as rope after rope of pungent semen continued pouring from his cock.

The taste was transcendent, like nothing he had ever imagined. Jesus could feel the last vestiges of his innate holiness slipping away as his new Master fed him, tainted him, desecrated him with his unholy cum. Before that holiness disappeared entirely, Jesus thought he felt a slight tug, as if something inside of him was vying for attention. He smiled even more as he realized it was his former god, his former father, trying at last to speak to him. He had waited far, far too late. With his now unholy nature consolidating itself inside him, he pushed that small quiet voice away for the last time, severing the last thread linking him to his former self.

Jesus knew now that it would not have mattered even if he had felt that presence in response to his earlier prayers. The sin simply felt too good, and there was nothing in Heaven or on Earth that could have prevented his fall. He exulted in this realization as he exercised part of his divine nature, almost as if he were squeezing a sponge, and he felt the last vestiges of goodness and holiness depart from him.

Finally, Satan’s orgasm was spent, and he allowed his cock to fall unceremoniously from Jesus’s mouth. Jesus looked up at his new Lord with a broad smile on his face as the centurions entered the garden to arrest him.

THE END