THE LAST TRIP
I covered my tracks carefully. I did not want Satan’s Priest to be caught. I went west by bus to Oakland. Then another bus to Sacramento. Finally a third bus to the Redwood town. I paid cash for each ticket. The two hour car drive took seven hours by bus. When I got to my final destination I walked two blocks north and three blocks east from the bus station and like he said there was the McDonald's parking lot where he was waiting. I wore an Atlanta Falcons jersey number 66. Very unlikely anyone else in that part of California would be wearing that. He beckoned me to get in. Then he drove to his house and he shut the garage door behind us. It would be an hour or so before his acolytes came to assist. He gave me a mug of chicken broth so I would not suffer from low blood sugar. I surrendered the untraceable loadable cell phone I had used to message with him on the especially encrypted service we had used to communicate. No easy to trace records of our contact. Then the acolytes arrived and the end began.
The four of us went down into the basement. At the bottom of the stairs there was a small dressing room. On one side it was set up like a dark mud room. A long bench was divided into three areas with hooks above. There was a red hooded robe hanging on each hook. They removed their clothes and put on the robes and sandals. I was told to strip and place my shoes and clothing in a bag on the floor. Four black restraints were placed on my ankles and wrists. They were simple black belt like leather straps that were fixed into place by a D buckle. When tightened there was a long tail extended out of the D. Another was placed like a headband on my head and tightened leaving a long tail at the back. Two nipple clamps were attached to my nipples and a Y chain was used to connect the clamps to my Prince Albert Piercing in my cock head. Then we were ready and the door to the next room opened.
There were eight large candle sconces, on each side of the four corners of the room that light up the dark red walls. In the middle of the room was a Saint Andrew's cross. But it wasn’t mounted vertically against the wall. Instead it was horizontal with four legs to the floor, making it a table like altar for the centerpiece of the ceremony. In the middle of the left hand wall was an alcove with a statue of the GREAT beast to whom my soul would be delivered. It was lit by more candles in the alcove.
The Acolytes guided me between the two legs and then turned me so my but checks were against the V. I then laid down on the cross. The tails of my wrist and ankle restraints were slipped into slots in the four extends of the cross. Hand knob screw clamps were tightened against each tail so I was firmly locked into the spread position dictated by the cross. A very heavy pedestal was placed under my head and the rail of the head band slipped in a slot and again a hand knob screw clamp locked my head in place. I looked up and the Priest had placed a large ceiling mirror above the cross so the offering could see everything as it happened. What a wonderful gesture. The Satanic Priest and his Acolytes called out “Hail to the GREAT beast we have brought meat for a Offering.”
The legs of the cross holding my legs were hinged in a way that they could be bent 90 degrees upward, which opened my anus to them so they could know me per the bible. The three put on condoms (no DNA) and made themselves hard. Then first one Acolyte and then Second sodomized me, much to my pleasure. Then they came around to my head and placed their hands over my mouth and nose, cutting off my air. The Priest then jammed his cock in my ass while stroking my cock. My asphyxiated state heightened what would be my last climax. The priest then pulled the first of three long hat pins from the collar of his robe and pushed it through my still hard cock into my lower abdomen. The pain was both excruciating and divine . He repeated this with two more hat pins. The Rector who had just reamed and pinned me was now really going to push me. He placed a small pipe like pedestal against the bottom of my ball sag. The top of the pedestal was a flat piece with two metal dowels and these were located on either side of my ball sack, between the testicles and the base of the cock. He pulled back on the pedestal so the sack was stretched to create a gap between my balls and my body. To keep me from bleeding out, he wrapped a wire around the ball sack and used pliers to tighten it around the sag where it merged into my body. The Priest then pulled out what looked like a garrote but was actually a tree limb trimmer. This was placed between the wire tourniquet and the pedestal holding my balls. The Reaming Rector proceeded to saw through the sack. The adrenaline high from the pain was incredible. There wasn’t much left to do with that part of my body so he came around to the other end of the cross. He positioned himself so that he was above me, looking down. The evil grin on his face told me the end was near. He called out “The time to deliver the soul has arrived” The two Acolytes called out “Hail Satan unto you we deliver this offering” The Priest pulled out a short garrote and pressed it against my throat, between the Adam's apple and the jaw. The Rector then pressed down against my throat. He looked directly into my eyes and his twisted grin told me how much he was enjoying strangling me. My mind did not want to fight it but my body rebelled. In an futile effort to get air, it twisted and turned the little amount the restraints allowed. They were good restraints because they held my violent convulsions in place. As my brain became darker and darker my convulsions became weaker and weaker. As I became very weak the Acolytes were given the chance to participate in the finality.They placed themselves on either side of my chest. They both used a hand over hand gripping on a long handled dagger. The last thing I felt was the pain as they plunged the dagger into my very weakly beating heart.

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