TRYING A GAY BLACK MAGIC RITUAL by Lilith’s Bitch

DISCLAIMER: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not reflect the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity, such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain adults at all times.

WRITER: Lilith’s Bitch

STORY CODES: Erotic Horror, Demonic, Magic, Incest, Young Ones.


POSTED: 06.06.2026

Trying A Gay Black Magic Ritual

There has always been a link between homosexuality and Satanism, well, I suppose the taboo and Satanism, but certainly homosexuality. Certainly, Satan calls gays to him, and they hear the call. Sometimes you find little “Easter eggs” or potential traps or enticements embedded in unexpected places.

For a while, there was a popular consumer catalogue which had surprisingly explicit pics of girls modelling clothes or sitting on chairs or just pointing to consumer items. Muscular men too being bare chested. The catalogue did not last long in that format, but it happened.

Looking back, I struggle to believe it was only by chance that such pics were taken. Newsagents were reasonably happy to sell “top shelf” magazines to me, but there was one particular shop I liked. I had these and more under my bed. Young teenagers are also wearing surprisingly skimpy bikinis or, in a couple of cases, even no top and just the sign of the start of puberty.

There was a sort of early sex shop where you could go past the newspapers and magazines to more explicit material. It took a lot of nerve, but curiously, the woman behind the counter was perfectly happy for me to go into the “back room.”

I would scan the cellophane-wrapped mags looking for something cheap I could afford. I picked something which showed promise, “Shaven Ravers” or “Nympho Nurses” and went to pay. The woman looked at me.

“Young lad like you must have a strong libido and stamina, let’s choose something else for you.” She looked at the shelves, “Yes, this one has a bit of everything in there. Let you decide what you like, what you are.”

She put the mag with the other two, and I put it in my rucksack and was out quickly.

The mag was not even specifically a gay mag but had a “one for the ladies” section. It showed a gay man summoning up a big black demon in a black magic ritual and having gay sex. It was a story with pics. The gay had a cloak and made a circle and in it a pentangle, he wrote sigils at the cardinal points.

The early pics showed his cock peeping out of his cloak. It was in a forest, and there were ruins of something, certainly stones around. Then he dropped the cloak to show his naked body. It was black and white pics, and he had some pubic hair, but had shaved most of his body hair off. He lit the candles, and a big, black, muscular gay clearly meant to be a Demon with a large erect cock appeared.

He had been oiled up, and his muscles gleamed in the candlelight. He commanded the virgin gay to crawl to him and suck his monster cock. The demon started pushing his cock all the way into the gay and almost choking him. Then the demon made the gay go on all fours and present his ass to him.

The demon was seen fucking the gay’s ass. The guy looked as if he was in pain as he took the cock. Sigils started to appear on the gay virgin’s body as he was brutally fucked. It was heady stuff for a young, teenage gay virgin. I did not know if I was gay or straight, but just terribly confused, an ideal place for Satan’s seed to land on and germinate corrupting me.

Mom and Dad were going to be away for two weeks holiday, and my sister was away for the first week, so I would have the place to myself, a rare treat. I started by walking about the house naked, which felt so sexy.

Much as I enjoyed muff divers and sexy swingers, I kept coming back to the gay story as well as the pics of the male models in the catalogues. The story was explicit, and now looking back with experience of doing Black Mass rituals for real, it contained a lot of correct detail regarding chanting and the ritual itself.

I really got off on the idea of being fucked by a big black demon. Okay, I did not believe as such, but it was just so erotic. I was in a shop, and I found some black candles bought them straight off, and incense too was easy to track down. Some chalk for the circle as well. Finally got home. It was not night but late afternoon I was in the garage. Chalked a circle and pentangle on the cement floor, lit candles at the five points, made a small altar with a mirror, another candle and a kitchen knife.

I was so hard as I stripped naked and felt the cold cement floor on my feet. I repeated what the story wrote by pointing at the knife and the incantations. Knelt in front of the altar and every so often glanced into the mirror, hoping for a sight of a black demon to ravish me. In the end, I touched my cock and very quickly had a lovely orgasm.

Remembered to close the circle and felt so proud of what I had done. The next day, I went further, and there was a length of hard rubber hose about one and a half inches wide. Washed it clean and put as much Vaseline as I could on it. When the time came in the ritual, I started pushing it up my ass. It hurt and I never really relaxed as the hose went up me, stretching my hole. Probably only got a couple of inches in me, but it felt scary. The orgasm afterwards made the pain all worth it.

It was a battle to scrub away the chalk marks and return everything to the original condition for my sister’s return. The sunny weather continued, and she returned with some very skimpy bikinis which our parents would not have approved of! For me, I was wearing the smallest, tightest pair of trunks I could find, which I really enjoyed seeing my naked skin in the mirror, just like the gay men in the story.

The skimpy bikinis had been bought by the parents of the girl she had gone with, and she said everybody liked them; they kept looking at them, which she enjoyed. Coyly, she added I think you like them as well. She would go out into the back yard and sunbathe, stretching out as if she did not know I was watching her.

Over tea, she said how her friend’s brother had paid her a lot of attention. He was not a very good kisser, my friend said, he just needed practise and would help her brother. She stared at me.

“How about you, dear brother, do you need practise?”

I was so hard at this and in a world of pain. She just laughed. Possibly the ritual had some effect after all, and Satan was already taking an interest in me. Later, she went to bed, but her door was not totally closed. The old me would have moved on, but the post-ritual me stared in. She was under a sheet, and suddenly she moved, and the sheet moved, exposing her legs. She seemed to be in the grip of a strong dream as she twisted on the bed, the sheet completely off. I saw her small rosebud breasts and hairless pussy and started rubbing my hard dick until I came cum spurting into my hand.

It was a difficult day what with her sunbathing in another skimpy bikini. Sis needed something from the garage, and I followed her in. It was dark and hot and humid, and I fancied I could still sense my rituals in the garage. There was an exercise mat i had unrolled to hide the chalk markings. She sat on it and patted the side.

“Sit with me, please.”

I did so an there was a different atmosphere in the garage. I have a present for you its something we will both enjoy. She stopped and did seem genuinely excited. Lily’s family are much more sexually liberated; this was a big word for a thirteen-year-old, and she suspected she had overheard it.

“Lily has two brothers, and they are your age. Lily and I were in a shop changing room trying on different bikini’s, we were naked. We saw ourselves in the mirror, our bodies. Well, we just started kissing each other, just like that. It was so easy and right. Back in Lily’s bedroom, we could not keep our hands off each other. So you see, brother its all cool, go for it.”

“You mentioned the two brothers?”

She seemed briefly surprised, then she giggled.

“They are twins, about your age, very close, very close. Very happy to show their affection to each other in public.”

There was a silence, and they carried on.

”They offered to take my virginity, but I said no, that is reserved for my brother. Lily said brother/sex is the best; she really loves her brothers. You can be my first, not here, not now, but soon, when your head is in the right space for it. Lily said incest can mess your mind up, done wrong.” She briefly lightly kissed me on the lips, ”Don’t take too long getting there, eh?” and left the garage.

Now I have posted my own pics of gay rituals with other Satanic gays and alone. I totally get off on the idea that my pics might encourage others to be gay or just do a Satanic ritual. Years later, one night, when a little drunk, a more experienced me repeated the ritual word for word, action for action. It was in the dark, and by now I was capable of inducing at will a hypnotic state.

It seemed to be a waste of time until, in the scrying glass, I saw a black form. It seemed to dart about the circle, trying to enter. The eyes locked onto mine, and naked with an erect cock, the demon was playing with me as we both knew I would let it into the circle. I sensed its power and knelt before the demon, genuinely scared in supplication, as well, I might as well, the cock was massive, wide and long, precum bubbling from it.

I was still on the floor, turned round and faced my altar, my ass in the air, my legs far apart, offering my body to the demon to do what they wanted. I had taken big butt pugs but this was a different league.

I had called a demon, and it had appeared; I would have to pay. It was never going to be pretty; it was raw and powerful. The cock entered me and completely stretched me inch after inch after inch. My hole was just pounded without mercy, strong hands gripped my hips, and a demon used my body as fuckmeat.

It was so very exciting knowing that when I died and went to hell, this is what I could expect for eternity. I could not move at all. The demon controlled me. There seemed to be a lot of blue in the room, and I wondered if this was it I was about to ascend. The demon’s long nails raked my back.

Initially, it hurt, but soon I enjoyed it. Blood had been drawn, and that seemed to spur the Demon on. Its hands held my face and pulled my mouth open. I wanted to scream with the pain, and also knew I had to prove myself worthy. Finally, it pumped its black oily cum into me. I thought it was over, but no, his still rock-hard cock was forced into my mouth, and more cum spurted out of it.

I gulped it down avidly. It just kept coming, and I was gagging on the cock and the salty cum. The black cum in my ass, and my stomach felt like acid burning its way through my body. I looked into the scrying glass and did not see a bloodied me but rather another demon; I had been transformed into the real me.

Sigil on my body, a mammoth cock, muscular, black, jet black eyes, this would be my reward if I obeyed the demon and called him often. Finally, the demon was satisfied with fucking and hurting me and pulled out.

I fell to the floor and managed to whisper, “Thank you, Master.”

The demon returned to his realm, and I lay there wondering if any teenage boys had been lucky enough to do the ritual for real and summon a horny demon.

THE END