My Confession by Sculpturaurum

I come from a very religious, Catholic family. I was always very devout, I was an altar boy, I served the priests who were celebrating Masses — I was an unhappy boy — I was always different from others.

I was skinny, weak. Colleagues laughed at me. But the church was always good to me. I liked to pray. When I was sixteen I started to change. My arms and legs became hairy. I started to masturbate. I felt terrible because I knew it was bad — I was even more depressed.

On that holiday to our parish came priest from Africa. He was black, which in my country was unusual and weird. Father John — that’s his name — Father John was very tall. He looked like a worker dressed in a priest’s robes.

After one mass came up to me and said that he saw that I was sad. I did not want to tell him that I was doing sinful things. But he touched my cheek and told me not to worry. Then I said I needed to confess. Father John took me to his room. He sat down in his chair and told me to kneel before him.

I came close to him and knelt in front of him. I knelt between his wide legs. Father John leaned over me and whispered in my ear.

“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Confess your sins.”

He repeated the word of sins again. And his voice was strange. Something happened at that time with me. I was afraid, but at the same time I wanted to tell him everything — I said …

“I masturbate every day.”

“Yes. Tell me how you do it,” Father John said.

“Every day I’m caressing my cock. I do it for a long time. I’m like hypnotized, I can not stop. I love doing this.”

“Do you like your dick? Do you like it when he controls you?” Father John asked me.

“Yes, Father.”

“What do you think about when you do this, son?”

“I’m just thinking about the dick, I just think of him.”

When I said this, I realized that I was still looking at Father John’s cock.

Father John asked me, “Do you think only about your dick or other dicks?”

“I do not know,” I swallowed, “I have never seen other dicks.”

Father John ran his hand over his trousers. He improved something at the stretch. Then I saw a big dick under his pants. I looked at his face. Father John smiled strangely.

“Your dick has become God to you. You are the son of a sinner.”

“No, Father, I do not want to be a sinner.”

“You like this son. You like sin. Satan is glad when you do, son.”

“I do not want to be the reason, Satan is satisfied.”

“So son … you must renounce it!”

And then Father John unbuttoned his pants and then I saw a big black dick. I have never seen anything like it! He was big, wiry, shiny … Like shining in the inner light. I could not take my eyes off him.

“So, son … you must renounce him!”

Father John’s voice was dark, wicked. And his cock throbbed, moved, and made even bigger. I wanted to renounce it — but I could not say anything — I wanted to touch him, I wanted him …

“I renounce … I renounce, I … I stuttered.”

“So, like a son? Can you do it? Can you renounce sin? You can not, you little perversions!”

Father John changed, his face was different, his eyes seemed to shine, he looked like somebody out of this world … He grabbed my head and looked me in the eyes.

“Satan is proud of you, son.”

I was confused, did not know if Father John is angry with me, is he satisfied with me? Then Father John grabbed my head with both hands. He looked terrifically beautiful. His face was very close to my face. With his mouth he touched my lips and said to me …

“If you can not renounce him … Adore him, son, pray to him.”

And he pushed my face down. My mouth touched his wet dick. I started to lick, suck, swallow. When I mad as licking his cock, Father John lit candles. From the desk he took out a silver chain with a large medallion and hung it to his neck. After a while I saw that medallion, it’s a goat’s skull. I saw that on the table, facing the candle stands a cross turned upside down. I was scared. Then Father John grabbed me in his arms and started kissing. It was like a drug. I could not resist. I was in a trance. I was naked naked on the floor. There was a huge black priest standing over me and his cock like a baseball bat.

His black skin gleamed in candlelight, his muscles tensed, his eyes hypnotized me.

“Repeat after me,” he said, “Dick is God.”

“Yes, dick is God,” I repeated.

“Sodomy is the way to God!”

“Yes, Sodomy is the way to God,” I repeated.

“Satan is one God!”

“Father … but …”

“Repeat after me,” he said, “Satan is the only God!”

His eyes … His cock … I could not stop …

“Satan is the only God,” I repeated, “Father John.”

And then something happened to me. My body burned the fire. I was horny. My cock became hard as ever. My hole … My hole started to pulsate. I felt as my hole became elastic. I had to extend my legs. I started to put my fingers in my hole. It was so nice.

“Satan, Satan, Satan,” I whispered and repeated again and again.

“You are mine now,” I heard Father John’s voice. But Father John looked quite different. He looked like Demon and was beautiful. He grabbed me hard. I felt his cock plunge into my hole. It was so cool! One moment he was in me. I felt as possessed. Pain mixed with pleasure.

“You belong to me, boy. Your body and your soul are mine.”

“Yes, my lord, I am yours.”

And then he started to fuck me like demon.

“Now you will be one of us, kid. My cock will transform you into a slut. You will be the temple of Satan, the altar for the brothers. You will change into a whore. Your hole will always be hungry. In the name of Satan, I fuck your hole.”

When I heard it, I was even more horny. I wanted it. I was a religious boy and wanted what the Devil was saying. His cock fucked me like a rag. He was so deep in me … I was only sixteen years old, but I felt like I was born just for that.

Every time he came inside me, I felt that I was made for it. It was more than pleasure … It was possessed! Yes, I was possessed! His cock had me possessed. I was all his. I surrendered to him. Yes, I wanted to be a whore, I wanted to be a slut, I wanted to be his slave. And I worshiped Satan that he sent me his Demon.

“Hail Satan — repeat, little bitch!”

“Hail Satan!”

“Now the Devil’s seed will fill you. Satan will bless you, my bitch. From now on, there is no return. Satan is in you!”

I felt his fiery cock explode in me. I got spasms and spasms. And then my cock shot. I was like a delirium …

“Satan is in me, Satan is in me, I have Satan in myself,” I said with pride.

Father John said, “Oh yes, Satan is in you!”

THE END