Date: Mon, 27 May 2013 16:05:47 +0100
From: Kris Harte <kris64uk@outlook.com>
Subject: Peter's Fall

Peter's Fall

A diabolic tale by Harte

Introit

It was cold and wet and Peter had thirty minutes to wait before his bus was
due.  'I am going to get soaked' he thought to himself.  Then he saw the
church at the end of the street and decided to take shelter there.

All was gloom inside, only the light over the reserved sacrament in the
Lady Chapel gave a faint illumination, but at least it was dry and warm.
He sat quietly in one corner at the back of the church and glanced at his
watch; 28 minutes to go before the bus.  Ten minutes later the door to the
vestry opened and a priest emerged.  Peter sank down below the pew, anxious
not to be ejected into the cold and wet outside.  The priest moved to the
door through which Peter had entered and slid the bolt over, securing the
church from intrusion, then strode purposefully to the Lady Chapel.  As
Peter rose intending to reveal himself he was stopped in his tracks by what
happened next, for the priest having entered the Lady Chapel removed his
cassock and he was stark naked save for his sandals.  And then before the
statue to the Virgin he began to masturbate.  It was shocking. It was
awful. And it was deliciously sinful and sexy.  Peter's cock rose in
sympathetic tribute as he watched the priest wank himself to orgasm; his
copious cum he caught in his left hand and presented it to his lips where
he lapped at it like a dog.  Task completed, the priest re-dressed and
returned to the vestry.

Peter could not believe what he had seen.  Had he been dreaming?  No!  The
priest had wanked off, in church, before the statue to Our Lady.  How? That
was easily answered; Peter had seen it all.  But why?  What did it mean?
Peter left, quietly sliding the door-bolt back and made his escape into the
rain.  His journey home was a torrent of thoughts and questions and that
night he could not sleep until he had wanked off, recalling each
sacrilegious moment with increasing delight.  And he knew then he would
have to return to that church.

For three days he called in after college.  Once the church was empty,
twice the priest was present.  On the fifth day, a Friday, the priest was
there again and seeing the lad once more, came over to him.

"What brings you here so often, my son?"

"I like the quiet" Peter murmured.

"And what do you think about as you sit here?"

"I can't tell you" Peter replied, blushing.

"Why not?"

"Because if I did you would throw me out."

"So you come here to sin?" Peter nodded, his heart racing.

"If you told me in the confessional, I could not throw out, for I am bound
by a seal of absolute confessional-confidence.  Do you you want me to hear
your confession?"  Once more Peter nodded.  "I shall go into the
confessional and if you want to speak with me there all you have to do is
enter on your side and kneel down."  And with that the priest smiled
invitingly and went to prepare to hear the lad's confession.

Peter sat there tossing up in his mind whether to go or stay but his cock
told him he needed to stay, and with beating heart he entered the
confessional.  There was a grill, and he could sense the priest's presence
behind it, and on his side a low stool.  A voice spoke and invited him to
kneel.  He did so.

"So my son what is this great sin you need to confess?"

"I keep having this strange dream."

"Tell me about this dream."

"I dream a great sacrilege committed in this church.  And every time I have
this dream my penis stiffens and I masturbate to orgasm."

"Do you masturbate a lot?"

"Yes, father.  But this is different, My cock seems to explode as I recall
the sacrilege."

"So you dream of a sacrilege?"

"Yes, father."

"And what is this sacrilege?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because it involves you."

There was pause the other side of the grill and then the priest spoke once
more.  "You have come so far my son.  You cannot hold back now.  Tell me
what this dream is."  So Peter did, although the dream was simply a
recollection of what he had seen five days before.

"And why do you think the priest did that?"

"I don't know."

"Would you like me to tell you?"

"Yes please."

"That priest is a servant of Satan and he masturbates before Our Lady to
shows his utter contempt for Jesus and his mother."

There was another long pause then the priest spoke again.  "You want to
masturbate now, don't you.  You want to share in the sacrilege you dream
of."

"Yes."

"Then do so, my son.  Do it now before my priestly gaze, standing so I can
see whether what you say is the truth."

Shaking with lust and fear, Peter rose, undid his trousers, pulled out his
erection and began to masturbate, and with a groan of pleasure he gained
release.  As he reached down to do up his flies the priest spoke once more.

"You have been called my son by a higher power.  The only question I have
for you now is do you want to answer that call?"  Peter said he did and
agreed to return that evening at eight.  "Go now my son with His blessing
and return to learn the mystery of His gift to you."



It was Friday night so he had no problem getting permission to go out since
he went to youth club every Friday.  Nor did the fact he showered and
changed before he left his mother betoken anything other than his usual
Friday night routine.  What was different was that he had put on no
underwear.

The main door was firmly shut, as he knew it would be.  He moved in the
shadow of the church to the vestry door.  It was slightly open and a shaft
of light fell out onto the path, enticing him in.  He pushed the door open
and entered.

The priest was waiting for him, his eyes aglow with evil anticipation for
what he saw was a soul eager for Satan.  "So you have returned, my son" he
murmured as he took in the lad's so obvious erection under his tight jeans
"but what have you come for?"

"To learn more."

"More about what?"

"About Satan."

The priest rose and came close to the lad, running a gentle hand over the
boy's jean-clad cock.  "There are tests you have to pass before I can
introduce you to HIM.  Are you ready for these?"

"Yes father."

"Then first you must prepare yourself.  I am going to remove all your
clothes then dress you for your preparation."

Peter stood passively as the priest stripped him bare then placed a short
white surplice over his smooth body.  Peter's penis now unrestricted rose
proudly stiff under the garment for all to see.  With firm hands the priest
forced him to his knees.  "Open my cassock."  with trembling hands Peter
obeyed.  "What do you see?"

"Your penis."

"And what do you want to do with my cock?"

"Kiss it."

"Then do so."  As Peter kissed the rampant man-cock the priest intoned a
strange prayer.  "Lord Satan, take this boy into your warm embrace, fill
his mouth with your prick, let his whole body be prepared for your coming."

Peter needed no further encouragement; he opened his mouth and took the
throbbing penis into his mouth and began to suck.  Man and boy were joined
in unholy communion.  On command Peter opened his eyes and stared up into
his mentor's face.  With gentle hands the priest pulled Peter away from his
cock and took Peter's head into his hands.

"Do you want me to show you the sacred mysteries?  Do you want to be
prepared to serve Satan?"  Peter nodded his assent, too nervous to trust
his voice.  "Then, my son, you must tell me the truth.  You didn't dream
the naked priest wanking off in the Lady Chapel, you saw it."  Peter
nodded.  "So it was you who unlocked the door?"  "Yes."

"Why were you there?"

"Sheltering from the rain until my bus came."

"It is strange" the priest mused "I felt a presence but experienced no
fear.  It was as though HE wanted me to draw you in.  And I have!"

"What must I do?"

"Answer a few questions, first.  Let us start with your body.  Have you
ever been penetrated by a cock?"

"No."

"Sucked cock?"

"Well, yours. But no one else's."

"Fucked a girl?"

"No."

"So you are a virgin.  That is good.  Now let us turn to your fantasy life.
What turns you on?  What porn-sites do you go to on the web?"

"There are many."

"Just tell me the most extreme that makes your cock stiffen."

"Boys being fucked by dirty old men.  Boys being spanked and caned."

"And what do you like about those?"

"Their red and marked arses."

"And what else?"

"The look of pain and pleasure on their faces."

"And you imagine what it would be like if you were the recipient of a
caning."  Peter nodded.  "And what about being fucked?"

"That scares me."

"And so you should be, but when we come to your initiation you will be so
well prepared you will welcome Satan's penis penetrating you, for it is He
who will fuck you.  But that is for the future.  To-night I begin your
education in the dark arts.  In a moment I shall take you into the Lady
Chapel, lay you on the altar and spank your delectable arse until it is red
and sore.  Then I shall celebrate a mass to our Lord and you, my son, will
act as my altar boy.  Are you ready for that?"

"I am."

He laid the naked boy over the side of the altar and spanked him hard and
fast.  Peter nearly fainted with surprise and pain, but he didn't.
Re-dressed in his surplice, the semi-naked boy stood by the priest as he
lit two black candles then placed a chalice and patten on the altar before
a crucifix of the hanging jesus.  The priest then disrobed.

"First we must prepare chalice and patten."  He handed the silver goblet to
the boy and instructed him to piss into it.  After a brief struggle Peter
pissed into it.  The priest took the steaming cup and added his own
libation.

"Kneel behind me, my son, and take out the host I have stored in my
arse-crack.  Take care not to break it."

Peter obeyed handing the defiled host to his priest.  And then the
consecration began.  First the priest invoked the Devil.  Then he cursed
the christ.  And then he asked Satan to bless and consecrate the elements
to His will and purpose.  Finally he held up the now consecrated host.
"Behold our Satanic lord and master."  Then he broke the host in two and
ate one half.  Next he took the cup and did the same, drinking from it.

It was then he turned to Peter.  "Do you wish to receive His piss and and
His shit, consecrated by me?"  Peter nodded.  The priest placed the shit
smeared host to the lad's mouth.  Peter took it in and began to chew, but
he could not swallow.  Then came the chalice.  He took the cup and drank
deep from it and as he did the foul host slid into his stomach.  And at
that moment Peter's whole body shook and his cock, untouched, erupted onto
the marble floor.  It was like no orgasm before, powerful and involuntary,
and Peter realised he was possessed.



Preparation

For the next three weeks Peter reported back to the church each Saturday to
receive further instruction in the dark mysteries from Father Michael.
Satan, he learnt, resided in Hell where all wickedness was celebrated and
was served on earth by His demons and servants.  Hell was/is a place of
delight to which favoured followers are called.  On earth He is served
through worship and perversity by a select few.  To them He gives all
rights and powers.  He rules men through their cocks, women through their
cunts, and all through their arse-holes.

Each weekly visit ended as the first with a Satanic mass, although on these
occasions Peter's cock did not explode with lust the way it did the first
time.  Instead Peter was taken back into the vestry where he was ordered to
wank off into a plastic container, to which he added a load each visit.
Although nothing was said Peter knew there was a reason for this ritual,
but what exactly he could not guess.  Each visit ended with Peter kissing
the priest's arse-hole before leaving for home.

Each week he was given a task to perform in preparation for his initiation.
The first week he had to shave off his pubic hair and thereafter keep his
pubes smooth.  He also had to go for a haircut, as short as possible
without arousing his mother's curiosity.  The second week he was given a
small oblong of fine linen trimmed with lace onto which he was required to
masturbate to orgasm at least three times a day.  (He glowed with pride
when Father Michael praised him for the disgusting state he had returned it
in.)  The third week he had to wear a pair of white silk boxers which
Father Michael gave him.  (These he returned piss stained and skid marked
to his mentor.)

And throughout these three weeks Father Michael was in constant contact
through Peter's mobile phone sending him porn sites he wanted him to look
at and demanding his responses in return.  These started off mild: teens
fucking teens; then teens being fucked by older men; then teens being caned
to teens being bound or caged; then teens being pissed on.  Each
progression brought Peter closer to the reality he now craved.  At the end
of his third week of instruction Father Peter declared his was now ready
for initiation.  Could he arrange to stay over the following Saturday?  He
could, making up a fictitious friend for his mother's benefit.



Consummation

Father Michael viewed his prey with evil pride.  "To-night my son you will
be admitted to a very select group.  We are six, and with your dedication
we will be the sacred seven.  And in a short while a brother will arrive to
transport us to a secret location, secret to you that is, where we will
admit you to our order."

"What will happen?"

"You will renounce the jesus fraud and pledge allegiance to Satan.  We will
gather round you to welcome you into our church and reveal to you your
destiny."

"Will I be fucked?"

"You know the answer to that already" smiled the priest.  "Now remove all
your clothes while I dress you for the trip."

Five minutes later Peter was dressed in his stained silk boxers and a
simple black cassock, on his feet sandals.  He was ready.  Father Michael's
phone rang and they moved from the church to a small dark van.  The priest
opened the back door and ushered the boy inside.  "Hold on tight" he
instructed and left the lad sitting on the floor.

The van moved off and Peter sat in darkness listening to the sound of the
road, his mind a blank.  They seemed to travel forever but at last the
journey ended and the engine was cut.  Peter waited to be released.  It
seemed an age before the back door was opened.  A strange man stood there
and handed him a blindfold and instructed him to put it on.  Thus
blindfolded he was led along a gravel path and into a building.  Inside he
was guided, still blindfolded, down some stone steps into a basement.  The
room was warm and there was a faint aroma of stale sweat and sex.  Peter
sensed that there were others present.

"Stand still" said a deep dark voice "whilst each of the brothers greets
you."  One by one the men came.  One by one they kissed him on the lips.
"Are you ready now to be dedicated to Satan?"

"I am."

"Remove his clothes.  Let the postulant be presented naked before Our
Lord."

Eager hands unbuttoned his cassock and slid it from his shoulders.  Another
then slid his boxers down to his ankles.  A whispered command and he
stepped out of his boxers and out of his sandals.  He stood naked and
exposed

"Are you ready to renounce the jesus fucker and welcome Lord Satan into
your body and soul?"

"I am."

"Do you do so of your own free will?"

"I do."

"You may remove your blindfold."

Peter stared into the dimly lit basement.  He was surrounded by six
figures, each dressed in hooded black robes, each masked with the same mask
of a horned demon.  In front of him was an altar on which was placed an
inverted cross of wood.  And to one side was a chalice and patten covered
by the spunk stained cloth he had prepared two weeks before.

"It is time for you to greet each brother in turn."

The assembly opened its robes to reveal a variety of cocks.  Peter needed
no instruction.  He went from brother to brother kissing each brother's
cock in turn.

"That was well done, my son."  There was pause and then the leader of the
group asked "who is offering this boy to Satan?"

"I do" said Michael.

"Bring him forth."

A masked figure broke the circle and led Peter by his cock right up close
to the altar.  "Bend forward with your arse out" he hissed "so we may greet
you in the traditional way."  Peter obeyed as one by one the brothers
approached and using a light cane gave his buttocks seven cuts.  Once more
Michael whispered in his ear "Turn and face the brotherhood and thank
them."  Arse throbbing, Peter obeyed.

The deep dark voice that had greeted him now spoke.  "Gather round the
table of excess my brothers that we may celebrate mass in Satan's name."
He took the chalice from brother to brother as each in turn added some
piss.  Placing the chalice on the altar he took up the plastic bottle Peter
had filled with his semen and added its contents to the piss.  "Who has the
host?"  A brother came forward and presented his bared buttocks from which
the arch priest took a shit stained host.  This was placed on the patten
and laid on the altar.

"Prepare yourselves for the mass."  The brothers disrobed and were naked
save for their demon-masks.  They came closer til Peter could smell their
bodies sweating and eager.  They held hands as the still robed arch-priest
began the consecration speaking in a mixture of Latin and English.  As the
group chanted 'Ave Satanas, noster dominus et magister' the arch-priest
held up the chalice and patten.  "Bless this food and drink, dedicated to
welcome Peter into our group."  And with that he placed the desecrated host
into Peter's mouth.  As Peter began to chew the dry excrescence, he handed
Peter the chalice.  "Drink this all in HIS name!"  Peter did.  He welcomed
the foul liquid into his body and began to tremble uncontrollably for
unbeknown to him the arch-priest had added the date-rape drug to his
libation.

What happened next can not be revealed for that information is secret,
known only to initiates.  All I can tell you is that it involved a defiled
bible, a renunciation of the trinity, a declaration signed in blood and an
invocation of the Devil.

The arch-priest intoned the final invocation.  "You are now Satan's, body
and soul, for ever.  Nema."  He kissed the boy on the lips.  "Welcome, my
brother!  Now Brother Michael will seal your dedication with his cock."

Michael came forward, prick glistening in the candle-light.  As Peter bent
forward once more over the altar. Michael place his penis to the virgin's
cunt.  And slowly, carefully, he entered him breaking through the ring of
virginity and penetrating Peter's bowels.  The lad screamed with pain but
soon his body adjusted and he rocked on Satan's cock as the priest fucked
him to orgasm.  With a howl of delight and release Peter came.



Celebration

The arch-priest spoke for the final time.  "Remove your masks and greet our
new brother."  What then followed was an orgy of lust, brother on brother,
brother on Peter.  Two more of the brothers fucked him, one gently, one
roughly, watched closely by an older brother who, when the second man
withdrew his shit-streaked cock, reverently licked and sucked it clean
before kissing Peter on the lips.  In the far corner of the basement,
Father Michael was fucking a youth even younger than Peter whom Peter
suddenly realised he knew for the lad was one of the altar boys he had seen
at mass.  He went across and sucked the lad's cock as Father Michael fucked
away at the other end.  Task completed Michael withdrew his shitty prick.
Peter looked at it with reverence and awe.  A voice in his head said 'Lick
it.  Lick it clean'.  So he did savouring the nutty taste of shit.  It was
revolting yet delightful.  "You have become a true son of Satan" said
Father Michael, his eyes agleam with pride and satisfaction.

Peter lay back on the dirty mattress.  The room was spinning and he felt
wave after wave of desire.  The arch-priest, the only one still robed, came
over.  "Come with me, my son, and I will show you further mysteries."
Peter looked down at Father Michael for guidance who simply nodded his
approval. So he went.

The man led the youth through a door into a further exentension of the
basement.  Lying on the floor was a full sized wooden cross.  "You were
sent to us for a purpose.  Here is your true consummation.  Lie down on
this cross whilst I fix you to it."

Peter was unsure.  Some semblance of self-preservation still remained.  The
man saw his reluctance and held a small bottle to each nostril.  AS the
amyl-nitrate pulsed through his blood stream, Peter felt himself float.
All resistance broken he lay down on the cross and allowed his wrists to be
secured to each arm.  The man stood back and pressed a button.  A motor
whirred and slowly, very slowly the cross was raised up on a single strong
wire.  As it moved into the vertical, Peter sought for support and found a
small wooden shelf on which his feet could rest.



The arch-priest left and Peter hung alone, trying hard to maintain his
balance.  His whole body began to tremble under the strain.  The door into
the cell re-opened and the whole group, now re-masked, entered.  They
gathered round him muttering obscenities.  One of the brothers brought
across a huge rubber phallus mounted on a pole and placed it under his
straining buttocks, its tip just touching his arse-hole.  The arch-priest
came close, running mocking hands over his limp prick.  "The foot rest" he
whispered "will now be removed.  And as you tire Satan's penis will
penetrate you."  And then he roared out loud "Ave Satanas!" and the group
responded likewise.

Try as he might to avoid impalement, peter could not defeat the power of
gravity.  Slowly his body slumped and the huge phallus entered his
boy-cunt.  As he screamed the group howled its approval and before his
pain-wracked body they renewed the orgy of fucking and sucking.

Ten, fifteen minutes later, the phallus was removed and the cross slowly
lowered to the ground.  Then one of the older men came over and squatted
over his recumbent form and dropped a single wet turd onto his chest.  Then
each in turn came over and rubbing their hands in the stinking mess, rubbed
them clean over Peter's body and face, until he was smeared with shit.  As
the arch-priest intone "It is finished", Peter fainted.

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