Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2015 16:15:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: micah cooke <x_emoboi_x@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rise of the Morning Star Chapter 1

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Rise of the Morning Star

Chapter One – Ascension


Sterling had always enjoyed serving at early Mass with Father Jerome during
the summer. The kindly middle-aged priest had always seemed to understand
him and was always willing to listen and offer helpful suggestions to the
young fatherless fourteen-year old. He also was very laid back during the
hot summer not really minding if his altar boys wore tank tops, shorts and
flip-flops under their hot robes, since the church didn't have air
conditioning because it was one of the older churches in the diocese.

This particular morning promised to be another sizzling hot summer day. The
early morning heat did not help the fact he already felt so weird. Sterling
blamed it on the all the strange and disturbing dreams which began on his
birthday little over a month before on the Summer Solstice. He couldn't
really remember what they were about only that they had been nightmares,
but the weird thing was when they woke him up he needed to fap in order to
be relaxed enough to get back to sleep. Sometimes when he woke up he could
still hear the strange words and phrases in his mind, but they made no
sense to him.

The night before though had been particularly bad. The dreams were filled
with many dark and strange figures that seemed to both excite and frighten
him.  The worse part was after one really scary nightmare he had actually
woken up in a sweat only to discover he had a particularly messy wet dream
that had completely soaked through his underwear and his top sheet. Yet for
the life of him, he could not remember any of the dreams only the phrase,
"It is time. Let the morning star rise."

Sterling seemed to feel extra, extra horny that morning. It almost felt
like he had not jizzed in a month or more even though he always fapped at
least three or four times each day. He wished he had time to stroke out a
load, but there was no time really do it and get the church on time.

His mother normally worked graveyard shift, so during the summer when he
got up he rarely wore clothes when home alone in their small apartment. He
grabbed some OJ and a couple of Pop Tarts before showering and getting
dressed. He grabbed a pair of bikini briefs and a pair of plaid shorts and
was scrounging for a shirt when he caught sight of a sleeveless black
Marduk tee shirt left other day by a friend in his bedroom after they had
been skating. He held it up to his nose and found he could still smell his
friend's sweat and odor lingering on it. He smiled to himself as he threw
it on putting on a beat up pair of flip-flops before heading out the door.

Even though he had not slept well the night before his body seemed to pulse
with an unimaginable amount of energy. Sterling flew to the church in
record time on his bike. He felt hot, but not from the 90 plus degree
summer heat, but rather like just before he would fap. Strangely, the
closer he got to St. George's Church the hornier he got and the harder his
dick got oozing out precum like he had never before in his short life. He
might have to hit the church restroom as soon as Mass was over to stroke
out a load.

He started to have all sorts of weird and strange thoughts about
Fr. Jerome. He wanted to see him naked under his vestments. Feel the man's
still toned body under his, grasp his pulsing hard-on as his licked the
older man's neck. Oh, the things he wanted to do to the priest. Every now
and then as he rode to the church, he thought to himself how wrong and
disgusting these thoughts were, but those thoughts were quickly suppressed
only to be replaced with even more lustful thoughts. By the time he had
locked up his bike and reached the backdoor of the church he was harder
than he have ever been in his life.

Sterling reached out for the doorknob of the church to pull it open and
gasped in intense pain as if he hard been burned. He growled as he pulled
his hand back, looked at the reddened palm, and began to feel intense
anger.

"How dare He try to stop him from entering," the young teen thought to
himself angrily. "Where the hell did that thought come from," Sterling
thought as he shook his head trying to clear the strange thought and
violent feelings from his mind.

He reached out carefully with his fingers before grasping the doorknob
firmly again and opening the door. He entered the building and began to
walk down the hall towards the sacristy to get ready for Mass. The deeper
into the church he walked the more oppressed he felt, which was odd for
him. Always before he felt, soaring joy when inside the church and serving
as an altar boy, but now it felt as though he was being kept down and not
appreciated.

"Good morning Sterling. How are you doing this hot morning?" Fr. Jerome
asked the teen as he entered the room. "It almost hot as hell today," he
said with a laugh as he settled his Chasuble over his alb. "If Lucifer was
around here though he might need put on a sweater," he chuckled looking at
himself in the mirror as he fixed his hair.

"Good morning Father," Sterling said with a slight growl as he stared
intently at the man in front of him. His hard-on throbbed in his shorts
beginning to ooze even more precum than he already had been doing.  He
could tell even now his precum had managed completely to soak through his
underwear and shorts. Even now, there was a slowly growing dark wet spot on
his borrowed heavy metal tee shirt.

"I think it sounds like your voice is finally starting to change Sterling,"
Fr. Jerome said turning and giving his favorite altar boy a grin.

"Yes, a lot of things are starting to change now Father," the deeper voice
responded as the young teen answered grinning back at the older man.

"Well if you want to talk about it after Mass we can go back to the rectory
and chat about in air conditioned comfort. Billy Anders donated a brand new
unit to the church for the rectory, so I don't have to sweat my balls off
while writing my homilies," he chuckled grabbing the flasks of water and
wine. "Hurry up and get changed Sterling," the man said smiling as he
exited the small room heading out into the sanctuary taking the two flasks
with him.

A sudden surge in energy struck Sterling as he stood in front of the mirror
wearing the open blood red cassock. Strange thoughts once again raced
through his mind as he stared at himself in the mirror. He took the cassock
back off and draped it over a nearby chair before pulling off his tee shirt
and dropping it on the floor next to him. He ran his slender fingers over
his tiny rock hard sensitive nipples causing him to moan almost in an
animalistic way each time he touched them.

Sterling felt his hard throbbing boy meat seem to grow larger and thicker
as precum just seemed to flow out like water from a broken faucet. He
stared at himself in the mirror as he watched his hands slide down his
tanned smooth toned stomach. He watched as they undid his plaid shorts
letting them fall in a heap around his ankles. Next, he pushed down his
neon green bikini briefs letting his dripping hard dick free of its clothed
prison. The young teen smiled as he noticed his previously four and half
inches of hard uncut boy meat had now grown to an impressive nine inches of
extremely thick man meat.

He stepped out of his flip-flops before reaching over to grab the red altar
boy's cassock and began to button it up over his now naked body. It felt as
though it was his body was being imprisoned, but he knew it would last as
another even more powerful bolt of energy surged through his young teen
body. Sterling grinned as he noticed precum began to leak through the
cassock creating a growing dark wet spot. He walked over to the closet,
grabbed a virginal white, starched altar boy's alb off a hanger, and put it
on. He felt disappointment as the bottom of the alb covered the growing wet
spot.

Sterling smiled at himself in the mirror as the front of the cassock tented
out noticeably. "It's time," a voice in his head said. The fourteen-year
old started to walk towards the doorway of the sanctuary when he noticed a
lacrosse ball sitting on the counter next to the sink. He grinned to
himself as reached over and grabbed it before beginning to walk towards the
doorway.

At first Sterling could not seem to enter the sanctuary. An invisible force
seemed to push back against him making him feel extremely uncomfortable
almost to the point of being painful. Another surge of power flowed through
him causing him to moan in incredible pleasure. The feeling of pleasure was
even better than when he shot his first wad of the day, which made his
throbbing cock pump more precum out the tip.

Sterling reached out with his free hand and grabbed the doorway closing his
eyes as he searched the depths of his mind for a second before opening his
eyes with a smile. Gone were the bright jade green eyes, instead honey gold
cat's eyes now looked out into the sanctuary at the priest kneeling in
front of the altar praying. It was indeed time to begin now.

Energy began flowing through his hand still gripping the doorframe
crackling with incredible power. Sterling began to speak Latin in a deep
beautifully musical voice, "In Ecclesia Antiqua, hoc est, templum Dei mei
transforma metamorphosis et regeneratio."  Fr. Jerome suddenly looked up in
shock as he heard his favorite altar boy speaking flawlessly in Latin
saying, "Transform this ancient church into a temple worthy of my
metamorphosis and rebirth."

The priest then began to hear screeching and grinding as the church began
to change and transform before him. He gasped loudly in horror as the stain
glass window of St. George and the dragon began to shift and change. No
longer was it a wonderful depiction of the saint conquering the dragon, but
now was one with the dragon holding a naked body of St. George being
molested by it. The cross at the top of the window and the star at the
bottom of the window were now inverted symbols of the dark one. The statues
of St. Sebastian were now grinning lustfully at him with hard-ons. His mind
was in shock as he looked about the church seeing how all of the stain
glass had transformed into perverted images and statues of men were all now
facing the altar with hard-ons.

"Mother of God," cried out the terrified priest.

"No Father, that I am not, nor did I have the pleasure to know her. I've
never entered Caelestis Aulae," the transformed Sterling said with a smirk
as he entered the sanctuary. His barefeet slapped softly against the marble
floor as he slowly, but purposely approached the petrified priest. Another
surge of power surged through the young teen as he stopped in front of the
crouching man, causing another moan of pleasure to be ripped from his
youthful body.

"You have no idea how long I have slumbered imprisoned in impotent vessels
through the endless millennium until now," the handsome youth said reaching
down stroking the older man's cheek. "Finally I have found a worthy vessel
to house me," he continued taking off the alb and tossing it across the
altar. It landed on one of the tall candelabras, as he bent down running
his fingers over the buttons of the blood red cassock. The buttons began to
drop off as his fingers moved up to his throat. Once he was finished, the
cassock opened exposing his naked form to the startled priest. His
throbbing penis jutted out obscenely from his groin looking totally out of
place on a fourteen-year old boy.

"I think you are wearing far too many clothes Father," Sterling chuckled
reaching down pulling off the priest's chasuble dropping it on the ground
in front of the altar. Fr. Jerome started to stand up and grab the
discarded silk garment, but suddenly the teen's eyes glowed bright red and
pain shot through the man causing him to gasp in pain dropping the
chasuble. "Bad Father bad," growled the youth who suddenly seemed to tower
over the frightened priest. "I think you need to learn who rules here now,"
he said in a deep dangerous menacing voice.

Suddenly the priest was pulled off the ground by an unseen force and his
robes and cassock were torn from his body. Fr. Jerome stood frozen in place
in just his underwear, socks, and shoes. "I still think you are way too
over dressed," the teen continued with an evil chuckle. His eyes glowed an
even darker red as the remaining clothes were shredded from his body
leaving him as naked as the day he was born. `There, that is so much better
don't you think?"

"What do you want of me demon?" A quivering Fr. Jerome asked the teen in
front of him. Realizing this was no longer Sterling the young boy he had
once baptized and instructed.

A loud roar of laughter echoed through the empty church. "Demon? You think
I am one of my father's followers. I am the son Seraphim, though I'm sure
Michael the brown nosier would disagree with that claim now days," he said
a chuckle. "There were none higher than I and my father, except He who is
Father of us all. My father didn't stoop to having someone else do the job,
he angeled up and did the deed himself," chuckled the teen to himself at
the word he created as a joke.

"Oh my God," Fr. Jerome gasped as he realized who was now standing in front
of him.

"I think it's time you and I became more intimately acquainted don't you?"
smirked the young teen. "After all you've thought about it before," he said
leering at the frozen man.

"No, no that isn't true," exclaimed the trapped naked priest.

"Do you think I can't see into your heart? I know what secret lust is there
buried deep inside you. It's true you've never done anything, in fact,
you're still a virgin, but not for too much longer," he laughed as he ran a
finger down the priest's slightly hairy chest down towards his limp
cock. The closer he got to his target the firmer it became until he finally
reached the tip, when the priest's cock reached its full height of seven
inches. "Fortunately for you I haven't been a virgin since I was in sixth
grade, so you'll have someone with some experience," he said with a leer.
Sterling shrugged off the blood red cassock before reaching out causing the
priest's stole to jump into his hand. "As much as I would love to hear you
cries begging me to fuck you harder I think this first time I would prefer
to hear you just moan," laughed the young teen.  "What do you mean?"
Fr. Jerome asked in a frightened voice.

"Well I'm going to make your fantasy come true, except not in the way you
hoped," he chuckled. The previously almost forgotten lacrosse ball Sterling
had found by the sink was shoved in the priest's mouth and secured it in
place with the white stole. "I think you have a kinky side Father don't
you? Well let's go the full way then," Sterling said with a giggle as the
priest's cincture jumped from the floor to his hand. He eyes glowed a deep
red again as the cincture to take on a life of its own quickly trussing up
the priest in Japanese Kinbaku.

Within a few minutes Fr. Jerome looked like a trussed up thanksgiving
turkey on the floor in front of the altar. A wave of Sterling's hand
everything on the altar, except the altar cloth was knocked on the
floor. The youth raised a finger and the restrained priest slowly rose form
the floor and moved towards the top of the altar. Wide-eyed he tried to
struggle as he realized what was about to happen him. This had to be a bad
dream he tried think to himself.

"No Father this isn't a bad dream," whispered a grinning Sterling into the
priest's ear as his long tongue licked his helpless victim. Groans of
pleasure were ripped from the trapped man.  Sterling walked slowly around
his sacrifice grinning as the man tried to struggle free of his bonds. He
hopped up lightly on the altar behind the man gazing down at the firm tight
ass in front of him. "I can't wait to slide inside you Father," the
fourteen-year old said lustfully as his hands rubbed the ass being
presented to him. "I don't think you realize how long it's been since I've
been inside virgin like you," the boy's deep voice said dripping with lust.

Fr. Jerome tried to scream, but was prevented by the lacrosse ball shoved
inside his mouth as he felt his ass cheeks pulled apart. He closed his eyes
as he felt the boy's long tongue begin to lick the entrance to his
insides. He tried desperately to keep his ass clinched, but the feelings
being created just felt so good. Lost in the pleasure being given him,
Fr. Jerome relaxed his sphincter just briefly, which enabled the probing
tongue to enter him. The priest could not help but moan in pleasure as the
incredible tongue slithered deeper inside him. Before he realized it, he
began to drip precum as the tongue slowly, but methodically thrust in and
out of his most private place. Time seemed to stop as tongue went deeper
and deeper into him ripping moans of pleasure from his violated body.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the long tongue began slowly
to withdraw completely. Sweat glistened on the restrained priest as he
whimpered once his ass was finally freed of the probing flesh. He was
disgusted with himself, but he wished the boy was still working his
incredibly long tongue in and out of his ass. He had never imagined such
pleasure was possible.

A hard wet smacking on his ass shocked the priest as he realized what it
was. The teen he had known since a little boy was not any bigger than four
and a half inches, but he knew the creature wearing Sterling's form was
sufficiently larger. Fr. Jerome knew what the demonic teen planned to do to
him; he only hoped he was not ripped apart as a result.

"Time to pop that cherry and give you what you wanted. If you're really
good I just might keep you," giggled Sterling. "I like only natural lubes,
but I think between my spit and precum you should be fine don't you?"

The priest tried to shake his head no, but the rope binding him prevented
him from moving. His screams were muted by the rubber ball shoved in his
mouth. He prayed desperately hoping for rescue, but knew it was futile. The
demonic teen was going to rape him and there was nothing he could do. It
was true he had fanaticized what it would be like to have sex with several
boys in the parish, but he would have never ever touched any of them. It
was their youthful beauty he really loved. Now he was going to be punished
for his lustful thoughts.

Sterling pulled the older man's butt cheeks apart hocking a large wad of
spit on the man's hole, before hocking another wad on to his large
weapon. "If you relax and push out like you're going to take a shit this
will be easier Father," he said smacking the priest's hole with his
dick. "That's the advice given me before I took my first dick in sixth
grade and I found it to be very helpful advice, but you can stay tight and
it will be just as much fun for me. Not for you, but definitely for me," he
giggled pushing against the tight hole.

Fr. Jerome tried to scream as Sterling thrust forward shoving a good third
of his now impressive man cock inside him. Tears began to stream down his
face as he felt his insides being torn up by the burning cock being shoved
up his ass. He shut his eyes as his eyes continued to water as he felt the
large cock slowly start to pull out. His body tensed as he felt the boy
slam back inside him even deeper. The pain was incredible, but the precum
dripping from the teen seemed to ease some of it. His insides felt as if
they were being pulled out as the demon began pulling back out again.

Fr. Jerome tried mentally to prepare himself for the next thrust, but the
third thrust pierced him deeper than he ever imagined causing him to gasp
against the ball shoved in his mouth. His testicles felt a hard slap
against them. He wondered if the boy was going to beat them as he raped the
priest. It was then he realized Sterling was now balls deep in him.

"Damn you're so tight Father, I am really going to enjoy opening you up,"
growled the handsome teen as he began to withdraw completely before
slamming back in deep.

In a matter of minutes, he was long dicking the restrained priest. He loved
the feel of his balls slamming against the man pinned beneath him on the
altar. He would fuck him into submission and make him his first
acolyte. The teen could feel the man trying to sob as he fucked him like
the slut the priest would soon become.  He picked up his speed pounding
harder and harder. He reached down grabbing the cross still hanging about
the man's neck and began pulling on it as though it was a set of
reins. This seemed to make the raped priest push back on his dick allowing
his to slam back in even deeper.

The harder Sterling fucked the priest the more energy seemed to flow into
his body. As the teen quickly approached the point of no return, the air
almost seemed to crackle with energy. Suddenly an almost girlish boyish
voice called from the middle of the sanctuary, "What are you doing to
Fr. Jerome?"

At that moment, the morning sun struck the goat's head pentacle now in the
stain glass window behind the altar. Sterling howled out like a thousand
screaming demons as he began to fire his molten-like seed into the
restrained priest. He growled in pleasure as he felt the older man's ass
begin to spasm and grip his pulsing throbbing cock as he fired his own load
on the altar beneath him.

After a minute or two, Sterling turned to see who had called out to him as
he had prepared to climax. There standing near the front of the church was
one of the most beautiful nine-year olds he had ever seen in his life. His
wavy long blonde hair almost reached the color of his pure white tee
shirt. His golden tan almost seemed to give the boy a glowing aura, which
made him seem even more angelic than he already looked. The young boy's
snow-white basketball shorts were tented out, obviously turned on by what
he had just witnessed, but probably not fully understanding what he had
just seen.

Sterling pulled out of Fr. Jerome will an audible pop. He glanced down
watching his seed drip out of the gaping out he had just used for his
pleasure, before turning back to the angelic nine-year old dressed head to
toe in white. He hopped off the altar still hard and with cum still
covering his cock.

"Who are you?" Sterling asked with a gentle but extremely lustful smile as
he slowly approached the boy.

"I'm Michael Wächter. What were you doing with Fr. Jerome?" he asked
again now staring at the handsome redheaded naked fourteen-year old
advancing slowly towards him.

Michael thought it was funny how the teen's hair in front was twisted up to
look as if he had devil's horns. It was not something he would have thought
they would allow in church, but it did look somewhat neat on the teen. What
really struck him though was not the fact he was naked, because his family
were nudists, but rather he had never seen a teen as young as this with
such a huge dick.

"Well Michael, I'm Sterling. Fr. Jerome and I were playing a fun game he
likes sometimes to play with his altar boys," he said smiling at the
innocent angelic figure before him. Sterling crouched down to be at eye
level with the nine-year in front of him.

"Does he play it with all his altar boys?" the little cherub asked
innocently. "It looks like a lot of fun."

Sterling suppressed a laugh, "Well actually to be truthful it's a game I
just taught him that I play it with some of the other altar boys."

"I stopped by to see if I could become an altar boy," the cute boy said
smiling at Sterling. "If Fr. Jerome lets me become an altar boy will you
teach me to play it too?" Michael asked shyly.

"Well I know for a fact Fr. Jerome was looking for another altar boy and I
think you will fit in perfectly Michael. No, correct that I KNOW you will
be a perfect fit," he said grinning as he stood and moving around the young
boy's side and glancing quickly down at the boy's shapely ass.

A loud click could be heard echoing through the church as all the doors to
the outside locked. "Come along Michael, let me take you downstairs. I will
get you started with your training to serve my FATHER and teach you to play
the game we were just playing," he said leering at the boy lustfully.

"Where are we going to train?" he asked as Sterling began to guide him up
the steps towards the altar. Michael paused briefly making his reverence to
the altar where the priest was still trussed up.

Sterling smiled to himself amused at how innocent the boy truly was, and
knowing it was going to be so much fun corrupting the new incarnation of
the Archangel Michael, who was responsible for casting out his father.

"We're going to a special room training room located just under the
altar. Now before we start you have to be willing to give yourself totally
and freely to me as your trainer, since I am the head altar boy. You have
to do everything I say without reservation and be excited to do it or else
you cannot be an altar boy. Do you understand?" Sterling asked with a
gentle, but serious smile.

"Oh yes Sterling I'm totally yours to do what you think is best to help me
with my training," the little cherub said gleefully excited he was going to
get to be an altar boy. His mother was going to be so proud. "Is Fr. Jerome
going to help train me and play with us?"

Sterling glanced over at the priest reaching out and patting his face. "No
I don't think he's quite up for more play just yet, maybe later or another
time," he said with a grin staring into the broken priest's eyes.

"Let me take you down to the youth group room to begin your training it a
lot more comfortable there. In fact there is even a bed down there we use
like a big couch because there are so many pillows," said guiding Michael
into the sacristy and the stairway that led down to the room beneath the
altar. Sterling knew how easily the sound of voices carried up through the
grate behind the altar.

Fr. Jerome knew he would be able hear everything that occurred during
Michael's deflowering and training to learn to worship Lucifer, the morning
star and his son who now risen to take his place on earth.

He heard the voices of the two boys chatting as Sterling encouraged Michael
to take off his clothes and not ever worry about wearing them when in this
room. He heard them hop on the bed. Things seemed quiet for a while until
he heard a long almost girlish moan of incredible pleasure pierce the
air. Tears streamed down his face as he heard the beginning of the
corruption of Michael, who would be the first of many to fall.


End?


This story is not like my normal stories. I have no doubt that a number of
you will dislike it and will have some rather unkind thoughts and feelings
concerning me for even writing it. Moreover, yes, I completely understand
how you may feel as a result if you do decide to read the story. It is a
companion piece to a commissioned artwork done by a friend of mine. The
commissioner in turn knowing how well we often worked together asked if I
would do an accompanying story. I accepted the challenge because like my
friend I wanted to challenge myself to do something outside my normal
comfort level.

I believe as a writer only by challenging myself can I improve my ability
to weave a story. I will understand if some of you feel I am being
sacrilegious, but that is not the case. I am a spiritual person by nature,
but was intrigued by the constant what ifs of what could happen to mark the
beginning of the end times which some many say are rapidly approaching.
This is just meant to be a story of way that might mark the beginning of
those times.

I will very soon be back publishing for your enjoyment many of my other
stories you have loved. I hope you will all continue to read and enjoy my
older stories and not take this one story as a mark of things to come in my
writing. Thank you.