Sex, Porn, & Satan by Beta Boy

Writer: Beta Boy

Subject: Sex, Porn, & Satan 

Link: LS666 Email  / 13.04.2025

Sex, Porn, & Satan

Hello there, XP — I was inspired by the number of stories of the real life relationships many of your friends have with pornography. I have to say they really resonated with me. The truth is, I have had an almost lifelong devotion to pornography. I love the exploration. The ability to test limits. Breakdown barriers imposed by religion from a very young age.

Porn has been an extraordinary gateway for me — Perhaps it’s Satan laying down crumbs for me to follow. He knows he has me and sometimes I feel like I am being played with. But the truth is I love it. I have thought about this question a lot.  Surely not everyone, I guess I mean every young boy, who gets exposed to pornography at an early age ends up devoting a substantial part of their life to the pursuit of harder, depraved pornography for the rest of their life?

I was just perfect to be picked off by the Dark Lord to pursue pornography to its limits. After all, I was never going to have a productive heterosexual life with my tiny cock; I was also entirely submissive and suggestible.

I wasn’t a prize for Satan — a “normal” sexual man — who had experienced the joy of spunking inside cunt, the sort of man who has a devoted wife and produces children. Now that Guy would be a real prize for Satan; it would be a real test of the seductiveness of pornography — Me? Not so much — I believe I was always going to be that filthy spunk pig.

Like many, I saw my first pair of breasts in a pornographic magazine (Club International) when I was nine years old. I can still remember the first piece of cunt that drove me wild. She was a brunette with magnificent tits and a light dusting of pubic hair. She was playing around with a garden hose, and I am still intoxicated with whores who are either covered in oil or water — their skin glistening!

I did attempt to “go straight”. As a teenager, I didn’t have girlfriends but I did have one when I moved to the city (Dublin) to study. She was fugly. Nobody else would touch her but she enjoyed sucking my little cock. Frankly, I got bored of her. That being said the best sex I ever had was after I broke up with her. She was destroyed and waited outside my flat for twelve hours until I returned from a weekend away. She begged me to fuck her anus with my little cock —  which of course I did — then she licked it clean but not before I got to taste for the scat in her mouth — I have been hooked on ass ever since.

I met another girl who was very religious and made it clear that she did not want to have sexual contact before we got married. This was perfect for me. The world of porn was developing. We now had the Internet and DVDs. I saw my first DVD of anal porn and wonderful gay porn, Twinks getting fucked by stunning men hung like donkeys. We got married, and the cunt realised the mistake she had made pretty quickly.

At every opportunity I could, I was wanking to porn, soon exclusively gay and I guess you would call it fetish. I made a trip to Amsterdam one weekend when my wife had gone home to her family and discovered that there was something called scat porn, piss. Pretty soon a bath was not complete without me first lying down with my hips in the air pissing all over myself. No wank session was complete without a toy in my ass and then that gorgeous taste of scat.  

I sometimes reflected that maybe I could’ve turned that ugly, bitch who was my first girlfriend into a total whore, I bet she would’ve fucked people just to stay with me. Of anyone I have met she was definitely the one most likely to take canine cock in both of her holes, oh well — I was barely able to get an erection — It was around this time that I started to frequent the sex shops around London.

The first time was to purchase toys to start to gape my anus. Honestly, I was stunned when I first went into a sex shop to discover they had booths at the back playing videos, complete with glory holes.  I was a deliriously happy fucking porn pig. I couldn’t wait to get down to one of the booths, striip and start fucking my anus with my brand-new toys. All the time inspired by watching little boys getting spit roasted — I now realise that a twink like me buying anal toys and disappearing into a booth, was like putting a sign around my neck “use me”.

I caught sight of someone looking through a hole to my right — a chuckle and then — “Fag boy, blow my cock”. My knees were sore and bruised, after taking load after a load of spunk in my mouth, before finally getting spit-roasted. Coming home with my hair, thick with dried spunk, my wife took one look at me, packed her bags, and left. I wonder if she knew that was really just the start of me dedicating myself to sex, porn, and Satan.