UNHOLY TRINITY 1 (Updated) by TripleHelix

Writer: TripleHelix

Subject: UNHOLY TRINITY 1 (Updated)

Link: ReligiousFetish.com / 27.12.2024

Unholy Trinity 1 (Updated)

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 began. 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, was necessary for his Father’s plan of salvation. But it seemed too much to bear now, listening to the night sounds and the gentle snoring of the disciples who had accompanied him. In his human frailty, he was afraid to die.

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, listening for a response from his Father. It had always been there before, a still, small voice deep inside the recesses of his heart. Not tonight though. He heard nothing. Jesus 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 the Great Deceiver, Satan, had appeared to him in the form of a man, hounding him often for hours at a time, testing his will, trying to crush his resolve. Then, as now, Jesus told himself, prayer was the answer. It occurred to him that something seemed to be accumulating in the air around him, something dark, almost tangible. It was beginning to cloud his vision.

Finishing his prayer for a second time, but still not hearing the small voice he longed to hear, 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, and couldn’t accept the fact that he was to die, but the utter inability of his closest friends to aid him in his prayer unexpectedly stung Jesus. He suppressed the riSing anger, and for a third time, he walked a short distance away and knelt to pray.

This time felt different. The night air seemed alive, imbued with a physical presence, clutching and plucking at his skin. It was like nothing he had ever felt before as if he were being assaulted by an unseen entity. Yet he still had felt no response from his Heavenly Father. The voice that he so urgently needed to hear simply was not there. 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.

“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 presence in the air still gathered about him, almost as if a physical, visible cloud were forming. There was buzzing now too, as if a great swarm of flies surrounded him.

Through his increaSingly clouded vision, he noticed a figure approaching. Had his Father finally taken notice and sent an angel to aid him? The form approached slowly through the darkness, not cautiously, but purposefully, almost mockingly. After what seemed an eternity, he was standing next to Jesus. Then, after a slight pause, the buzzing ceased and 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, still waiting to hear something, anything, from his Heavenly Father, he was no longer sure how 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 dark cloud swirling ever more tightly about him as if emboldened by the presence of Satan. The buzzing began to rise again as well. The swirling of the air before him, and the incessant buzzing vibration, were beginning to make Jesus feel physically ill.

From where Jesus knelt, Satan’s face was barely visible. He raised his head a little more, squinting, trying to see through the haze around him. He could see that horns were sweeping back from the devil’s forehead. They hadn’t been there last time. Then with a sudden shock, Jesus realized that the tempter was nude. And not only nude but visibly aroused.

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?”

“Because I and my Father are one, and the entire purpose of my incarnation on this Earth is to secure the remission of mankind’s Sins.”

Jesus struggled to form the words, much less say them. He needed to vomit, he needed to void his bowels, and he needed to run far away from this place. And still, there was no trace of the small voice.

Satan laughed at that.

“Do you even know what Sin is? Have you any idea what Sin looks like, feels like?”

Being fully man, but also fully divine, and having been born from a womb free of the stain of Original Sin, Jesus realized that he did not have a good answer to that question. Again, he offered up a silent prayer to his Father, begging for aid against this new round of temptation. It was so much worse this time, and Jesus did not know why.

“Son of Man, let me tell you something, and listen well. This presence you feel around you is what Sin in its purest form feels like. You have no idea what you are facing. Your father had no idea what you would face either when he so rashly conceived this notion of an atoning sacrifice. He meant to expose you to all the Sin of the world, and have you take it on, intending for you to act as a perfect, spotless, atoning oblation? The Sin offering to end all Sin offerings?” Satan laughed again, “What you both failed to take into account was the inherently weak and base human nature of the flesh you’ve taken on.”

Jesus could barely see, and the buzzing had become a terrible ringing in his ears. Sin was everywhere; much, much more Sin than he had ever imagined could be concentrated in the world. It coalesced around him, and he was now sure that it was physically assaulting him as if it were trying to get inside him. And to his horror, Jesus realized that it seemed to be succeeding because he was beginning to feel things he had never before felt. Dark things. Depraved things. All the sorts of things he was meant to be saving the world from were now dancing around the edges of his consciousness.

He renewed his efforts at prayer and tried to crawl away from Satan. The presence of the Evil One seemed to increase the effects of the Sin, and Jesus knew that he had to get away while he was still able. The ringing in his ears grew to a deafening pitch, and Jesus wondered how his companions weren’t awakened by it. It was so loud, it couldn’t possibly be entirely in his head. Prayer was rapidly becoming impossible. He couldn’t form a coherent thought under the constant assault.

And then it stopped. The cloud receded, and the ringing was gone. Jesus paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, listening again for his Father’s voice. Then he remembered the anger he had felt earlier. The contempt with which he had prayed to his Father as if he doubted that he would receive a response.

That anger and doubt, Jesus knew, had created an opening for Sin. It didn’t take much, the Sin that had been everywhere around him was so concentrated, distilled into the visible cloud that had buffeted his body. Sin had entered his body. Panic fright set in.

The momentary wave of dark feelings that had danced so tantalizingly before his mind’s eye had receded, but Sin was still there. Jesus could, for the first time, feel Sin actually inside his heart. He had to escape the devil’s presence. The ringing in his ears crescendoed again, deafening him, as sn swirled back around him.

Satan watched Christ crawl away from him, then casually closed the distance between them again, stopping right beside Jesus, who was on hands and knees, unable to move any further. Suddenly the night air was quiet again. Jesus collapsed onto his side and took a moment to collect his thoughts.

He was desperately searching his mind for some way to rebuke Satan, but nothing seemed to offer itself. The air was again quiet but alive with the dark cloud of Sin. He could feel the tiny germ of Sin inside him, calling out to the great mass of it that surrounded him. And still, there was no answer to his prayers.

“Tell me, Son of Man, have you felt the Sin inside you yet?” Jesus gasped involuntarily.

The only thing he was certain of at the moment was that Satan knew the answer to that question, and he couldn’t lie. He had felt the Sin inside him, but he was still unsure what that meant. Could he still escape it? If his Father didn’t answer, was there any hope of redemption? How many Sins could he stand to let enter into him and still be a spotless sacrifice? All these doubts were now swirling in his head, further undermining his ability to resist Satan.

This was what scared Jesus most of all — he was already finding it nearly impossible to resist — and Satan hadn’t even done anything yet. It was all due to the crushing weight of the Sin all around him.

It was still there. He could no longer hear it around him, but it pressed in on him all the same, and there was without a doubt a tiny tendril of it working its way through him. It was a completely foreign feeling, something he felt unprepared to confront.

“You do feel it, don’t you? You’ve never felt Sin before in your entire existence, and you thought you could stand up to all the Sin of the world,” Satan laughed again, mockingly, “This venture was doomed to failure, even before I supplemented the Sin with my presence. Now that I’m here, you have no hope. You will give yourself to me, willingly. Tonight you will fall from grace.”

Jesus shook his head, in an attempt to clear it as much as in denial. He didn’t believe Satan’s words, but he also couldn’t see a way out of this situation. The apostles still slept soundly, and his Father still didn’t answer his prayers.

“Why do people Sin? Do you even know? Have you ever stopped to think that perhaps people don’t want to be saved from their Sins? Why else do they keep falling into it?”

Such simple questions. Jesus didn’t have a simple answer.

“People have continued to indulge in Sin, ever Since I introduced Sin into the world in Eden. And no matter what happens here tonight, people will still Sin. Your sacrifice will be meaningless as an atonement. No one will care.”

No questions this time, just simple statements. Simple statements that Jesus couldn’t refute. People loved s N. People had always loved Sin more than they had loved God. Why did he think he could do anything to change that?

Satan sneered at Jesus, and the ringing in his ears began again. The doubts were beginning to overwhelm him. Another tingle, another tiny rivulet of Sin began burrowing into Jesus. He paid more attention to this one. It seemed to inflame a deep-seated burning inside him, and after a few moments, Jesus realized that he was feeling lust for the first time. The tingling sensation began to grow at the base of his spine. The lust he felt was not just any lust, either. This particular bit of Sin was centered around two men. One knelt before the other, swallowing his engorged cock.

The vision fascinated Jesus until he was able to push it down, back down into the depths of his heart where Sin continued to collect. His heart had always been pure, holy, and sacred. He was in no way prepared to deal with the darkness that now began to taint it. That feeling at the base of his spine grew.

Jesus felt fear, not just concern at his situation but abject fear. The Sin was visible around him now, swirling madly, diving in at him, pecking at him like a vicious bird of prey, seeking entrance into his heart. It was building and building all around him. His meager resistance dwindled further as his vision faded out entirely.

He felt as if he were drifting into a void. There was nothing around him, above, beside, or below. He simply floated, as a feather might drift in a light breeze. Fearing that he would fall, he looked about for something to take hold of. At first, nothing presented itself, but then a thought occurred to him — he could take hold of the Sin.

As he did so, he entered a fugue state, exploring the lust further, trying to contemplate it in a detached way. He told himself that he was merely trying to characterize it, looking for a way to quell its influence, to root it out of the darkening pit of his heart.

That didn’t last though. The tingling feeling was so much nicer when he embraced the Sin. Jesus lingered again on the vision of the two men and found himself wishing that it was him kneeling there. He wanted to kneel before Satan, he wanted to take Satan’s cock into his mouth. The tingling was growing warmer, spreading up his spine, sending waves of heat throughout his pure body.

The reverie was interrupted by something. Jesus couldn’t tell what though, until he quieted his mind and listened. There it was, the small voice in his heart. Jesus couldn’t quite make out what it was saying though. The Sin within him drowned it out as if shouting it down, telling it that it wasn’t wanted here.

Jesus did want it there though. This was his last chance to grasp salvation, not only for himself but for all of mankind. He released his hold on the Sin within himself and strained to listen to his Father, ready and willing to do anything to extricate himself from this Hell on earth.

It was not to be. Satan saw what was happening, and amplified the presence of Sin around Jesus, isolating him from his Father’s holiness. The voice inside Jesus faded away as if his Father had abandoned him. This angered Jesus again, and another crack formed in his purity, letting another wave of Sin slip inside.

The visions of depravity that this wave set off assaulted Jesus, bending his mind, straining his will, and tempting him with all manner of worldly delights. He feared that he was already too stained by corruption, that even the small amount of Sin and darkness that now lived in his heart was too much for his impending sacrifice to have any effect. Hopelessness crashed down on Jesus, and he knew that Satan was right. Even if his sacrifice still mattered, no one would care.

“I see that you are beginning to come to terms with the reality of your situation,” the devil sneered, “Let it go, let go of your holiness, let go of your desire to save the world. You and your Father will not win this battle. Stop now, and give yourself to me. I will show you pleasures you never knew were possible.”

Jesus panted, curled into a fetal position on the ground at Satan’s feet. The small voice was gone, drowned out, forced away by the hideous weight of Sin. The hopelessness was the final blow. Jesus knew that there was no way he could continue to stand up to this.

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 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 thick and 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 sexually attractive.

Before this night, 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 mind returned to the vision he had enjoyed, of the two men. His heart was becoming more tainted now, the holiness slipping away from him as Sin continued its assault. Anger, then doubt, and hopelessness had created ample opening in his heart for Sin to enter. In his mind he could see the kneeling man’s head bobbing back and forth, pleasuring the other man’s cock.

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 was 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 toward the devil’s stomach and was amazed at how far it extended. He could feel his 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 tingling that had begun at the base of his spine now radiated throughout his entire body, sending waves of pleasure to his mind.

The devil cocked his head a bit and looked down at Jesus, amused at how enraptured he was 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 Sin screamed about them, screamed with delight as it burrowed its way into the Christ.

The cock twitched in his hand, and his 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 think further, 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 on 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, actively penetrating the Son of God, who continued to leave his heart and mind fully open to its malign influence. The Sin was all around and inside both of them now, and Jesus eagerly 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 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 become Sin, to show mankind how to wallow ever deeper in Sin and debauchery. All he had to do was suck Satan’s cock.

Jesus nodded rapidly, looking up at the devil towering over him. His eyes were going black now, Satan noticed. Jesus 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 looked from the cock before him back up at Satan’s face. What did he mean? Jesus just wanted that cock back in his mouth.

Again the devil smirked.

“This cup can no longer be taken from you. Even though you are giving yourself to me, you must still hang on the cross.”

Jesus noted that Satan now spoke in the present tense. He was giving himself up to the Evil One. Any possibility of fulfilling the original purpose of his incarnation was now gone. 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 every time Sin wormed its way further into the fabric of his being, and it was ecstasy.

As Satan had pointed out, God the Father had engineered this sacrifice and had seen to it that the Sin, 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 and 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.

The anger that had welled up within him as he prayed had been the first sign. 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 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 stared for a moment into Satan’s eyes. They were like swirling flakes of copper.

“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.

“Acknowledge me as your Lord and Master.”

“Satan, you are my Lord and Master.”

Saying the name of Satan sent another thrill through Jesus’s cock.

“Satan … Satan … Satan, Satan! My Lord and Master, Satan!” he repeated to himself.

Satan guided his cock slowly back between Jesus’s waiting lips, cradling Jesus’s head in his hands, 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.

“You and your father utterly 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, your soul corrupted, 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 heart 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 pure soul. 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 before his incarnation and birth from the Virgin’s womb. All of that was gone now, gone forever.

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, was making him light-headed.

Satan laughed as he pulled his cock almost 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 forth.

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 laughed to himself 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 soul blackened and 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. To the human part of his nature, 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 useless vestiges of goodness and holiness depart from him.

Satan spoke again as he continued to fill his new servant with his cum.

“You might be wondering why you must still die on the cross. First, I need to secure the passage of your defiled soul into Hell, so that I can raise you up again in a new body, formed in my image instead of its current state. But more importantly, you will then assist me in corrupting another pure and holy being. Once your mother witnesses your agony on the cross, her mind will be much more receptive to your suggestions.”

The thought of turning his mother Mary, of watching her willingly accept Sin into her soul, was making his cock hard again. He knew then that he would feel much the same way every Single time he caused a soul to fall, and it thrilled him as he thought about just how many of those souls there were.

Millions, billions of them, stretching out before him to the end of time. Every one of them was different and unique, but all of them would eventually be bound together in the pits of depravity that his new life’s work would drag them into.

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 OF CHAPTER ONE