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Subject: My Eternal Damnation – Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and includes content that some may find offensive. If you are under eighteen years of age, or you find adult-youth interaction and blasphemy disturbing, please leave now. Officer Mike had opened my mind to all sorts of perversions and with each passing day I yearned for more — more sin, more wickedness, and more sex. He was teaching me the ways of Satan and fueling my carnal desires. Never before had I felt so alive, so sure of purpose. With his guidance, I was now actively engaged in our war against christ. I started by painting inverted crosses and pentagrams on various buildings throughout the city for all to see. He had also given me pornographic playing cards to leave in schoolyards and playgrounds. Safely off in the distance, I’d watch the reaction of the boys who would stumble across them. Some would pick them kırklareli escort up and stare at them as if frozen in time before slipping them into their pockets and running off. Others would call their buddies over and they’d end up jostling with each other for their turn to hold it in their hands. All the while, I’d be fondling myself, knowing that each of these boys had just taken their first step into darkness. In the evenings, I’d bike over to the local cruising area and slip into one of the heavy metal t-shirts and Lycra shorts that Mike had given me. The shorts were visibly stained with saliva and man cum, and tightly hugged my boy ass and dicklet. I would purposely seek-out the men who liked them young, as these full-fledged pedos were especially ripe for the picking. The sequence of events was pretty much the same each time. With an acknowledging nod I’d walk into the kırşehir escort woods and they would follow in pursuit. We’d start jacking our cocks and they’d quickly fall to their knees and suck mine as they continued to beat theirs. Once things got well under way I’d pull out the pentagram necklace from under my shirt and dangle it before their eyes. They’d stare at it, completely transfixed, moan softly and pound their cocks even harder. I’d bend down and whisper: “Let your inner demons take control and give yourself to Satan.” You’d see their eyes roll back, their breathing grow heavy, and drool run down their chins. “Cum to the Dark Lord and receive HIS many gifts.” “Deny christ and be one with HIM.” With that, they’d take the necklace in their hands, kiss it, and seconds later their bodies would violently shake. Then to bear witness to the moment of triumph. *Splat* *Splat* kızılay escort *Splat* As they’d rise to their feet, somewhat dazed and confused, I’d hand them a memory stick that Mike had prepared. It would allow these new recruits to log onto a secure web server and connect with others who have answered HIS call, and to watch videos of particular interest to us. Mike and I would routinely log on to this same server and live stream our encounters. Any time day or night, you could find hundreds of Satanists of all ages and walks of life video chatting, masturbating, and engaging in various sex acts. Judges, priests, teachers, parole officers, auto mechanics, line men, you name it; all of them hard core Satanists and pedophiles committed to growing our community and to furthering HIS work. On one of these occasions as I stood in front of the monitor, naked, flipping from screen to screen, Mike squeezed me tight and declared: “This is your new family.” “These are your brothers, and soon you will have the ability to recognize them wherever you go, just as they will instantly recognize you.” “One day soon, we shall rule heaven and earth in HIS glorious name.” “Hail Satan.”