Feature Writer: Fernando Olguin

Feature Title: Walking…

Published: 14.05.2020

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Demons, Satanism, Glory Holes, Anal

XP Notes: This was sent to me by a brother in Mexico. He sent it, translated into English (which I have tried to clean up a bit – but wanted to leave it as close as possible to its original intent). Of course, there is some things loss in translation, but I wanted to share it, as I appreciated the efforts of Fernando to create is own original works… that seek to praise our demons… HAIL LVST.

 

Walking…

Walking in the immense city of Mexico.

I found at last, a black door that indicated only… ‘doorbell to enter’. I had done some research in advance about what was happening inside that old three-story house and that they were actually two houses joined by a corridor and I knew it was a gay meeting place, but I never imagined that within it I would find my true vocation… to serve the children and demons of Satan.

I had attended many booths with glory holes and had sucked some dicks, also incidentally, had fed thirsty mouths like mine with semen.

I entered this house and began to walk through its dark corridors. Inside of me, there was an excitement of finding something really new and profane.  The darkest seemed to call me to continue.  But I had already begun to doubt my beliefs. I began to invoke Satan with my little knowledge of him and how to summon such a beast. I remembering something I had read on the internet.

I began to repeat, “Reme laris Satan, Ave Satanas. Reme laris Satan, Ave Satanas.”

I waited for some entity to emerge I was thinking about some beautiful demon with a hot ass, cock and gigantic breasts, like any mortal would wish in his most perverted dreams. However as I went deeper into the house and walking through its dark corridors and nooks and crannies, I could see some gay guys who were riding in semi-darkness and even hear the familiar sounds of anal penetration and gagging as a  cock penetrated the throat. But something called me to descend to the basement of the house. Not without fear of the unknown, I was reaching the basement.

In the basement, I was amazed to find several BDSM torture devices, as well as a room that was used as a dungeon. Suddenly I felt alone in the abyss. This for me represented being there in almost total darkness; with only sporadically illuminated by the light of my cell phone. I thought I was at the door of glory, since I was excited to imagine being the slave of a dominant mistress in that place. I was ecstatic I repeated my litany.

“Reme laris Satan, Ave Satanas.”

And suddenly in the Darkness arose not the Demon that I imagined, but a guy who seemed to have been taken from the most perverted gay porn scene, a guy dressed in a paramilitary jacket with leather boots and with many tattoos on his body and that more than I fear.

It was exciting to see him and more when he approached me grabbing his cock of not less than nine inches in length. The vision of that erect and greasy penis gave me the chill. In fear, I turned off the flashlight of the cell phone and when I was going to turn.

On returning to where I had come down to that basement, I heard a cavernous voice saying, you do not want to praise and be truly possessed by my father. A Christian by birth, immediately intuited that he did not refer to Jesus precisely, so my excitement increased as I knew.

I was approaching that man that I estimate would be about 40 years old with his erect cock in hand and I was petrified since his eyes shone with a strange glow of a reddish tone despite the darkness was what I felt invisible hands that took me by the head forcing me to kneel and I was right at the height of his cock.

An unknown force inexorably pushed me to suck that dick, I had already experienced sucking in glory holy and I just started to suck deeply that meat mast that seemed to have a life of its own since.

As I was sucking it grew more and more in my mouth, it is difficult to calculate the time I was kneeling sucking that big dick, until it finally exploded in my mouth spilling
his hot cum down my throat.

And when I thought that it was over, he took me by the arms, forcing me to get up, and although I resisted his strength, it was far superior to mine, he pulled my pants down and holding me with one hand, he started to put his huge cock in me, until then tight.
ass, gradually tearing the sphincter ending my hitherto well-hung manhood, in the dim light I seemed to distinguish that there were no less than ten people watching the spectacle of being possessed by that member who with each lunge seemed to be getting bigger.

I never heard that no one else would go down to the basement since the stairs were metal but between the enjoyment I felt and the fear that being skewered caused me, I didn’t really know if that was reality or product of my mind… when the guy released his load of milk in my ass, I perceived that he did not lose his erection and according to me I only took it out for a moment and it penetrated me again, I could not say if it was the same type or if they owned me less.

Two people since at least I felt ten or twelve shocks in my ass and many others in the mouth and far from feeling pain only pleasure and anxiety for more cock consumed me.

I never really knew how I could resist the onslaught of those members since I had never been penetrated before, but when I returned from my ecstasy I found myself only with my ass wide open and still leaking milk from my mouth and ass and just as the rape had started for me.

Ceased alone before I was left alone I heard that same voice that said.. he is a converted father… as well as praises that I could not distinguish and that apparently came from the basement walls I never knew who or who owned me but I have no doubt. They were the demons of Satan’s lust and sodomy when they left that house. Six hours had passed.

From that day on I decided to praise Satan and every night it is a delicious experience to feel his presence and to masturbate in his honor makes my cock grow like when I was eighteen years old, firm and erect like those days even though I am already sixty years old. Now I only wait for the moment when the quarantine ends and I can return to that basement for more.

THE END