Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 15:05:36 -0800 (PST)
From: GH JUNKKIE <gh_professional@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Sexorcist" Pt 1

The Sexorcist
PART ONE

By Mr. GloryholeJUNKIE
Gh_professional@yahoo.com


The Sexorcist
PART ONE


Letter to his Eminence, Paul Cardinal Beene, Archbishop of New Brookton:


I write this accounting of scandalous events in a state of shame for I fear
that my immortal soul has been blackened by what I have experienced here in
this hellsome hole of a seaside town.

As you full well know, under your authority, I find myself here in Port
Landings, by order of Our Holy Father in Rome. I was sent here in order to
investigate and, if warranted, to purge of evil a small boy whom the Church
has for some time now suspected to be under the toxic possession of no less
than the foulsome Dark Angel, Lucifer.

I realize that you sent me here, in accordance with His Holiness, to be on
guard with cautious suspicion of evil forces at work within this child. And
yet, as per your informal, personal opinion of the matter, shared the
evening before I left for this assignment, upon arrival, I also made every
attempt to heed your tempered and more likely expectation that the events
surrounding this child's shockingly immoral state would prove to be an
issue of simpler and more common sexual abuse, however severe.

Although no sole perpetrator was identified in this case prior to or upon
my arriving in Port Landings, in the weeks I have been here, I have as yet
to rule out the possibility that this is solely the result of egregious and
blatant sexual exploitation by the child's father who may or may not be
operating in conspiracy with other men of this community.

Upon my arrival here, I initially agreed with all you had said to me at
dinner that evening in New Brookton prior to my departure. I was cautious
not to jump to any conclusions of actual demonic possession. Although never
ruling out that possibility, I was in agreement with you that we must
regard the boy's father and/or other men as the principle culprits in this
disturbing situation. For as we discussed casually that evening, since the
Expulsion, man's weak lusts have caused him to have sexually devour young
boys without any need of or assistance from the Devil himself.

And as we both know from myriad occasions within our own Archdiocese, such
a young boy is not immune to the sexual advances of adult men, no matter
how shockingly extreme those unfathomable advances may be. After the
unspeakable acts which took place among six of my fellow priests and that
infant boy within St. Thomas rectory last year, I approached this suspected
case of demonic possession here in Port Landings with both trepidation and
yet exceptionally wary suspicion.

And as would be suspected, a child such as the boy in this particular case
would be categorically among those most often targeted. His situation was
vulnerable long prior to my arrival here. The child in question is, at the
time of this writing, a blonde haired, blue eyed male of just five years of
age. If he were not in the disturbing grips of this wickedness, one would
describe this child's looks as being as near to angelic as any child of
God's creation.

Further fueling his vulnerable situation is the fact that he is the result
of a Roman Catholic marriage which ended in not only divorce when he was
barely eighteen-months of age but also, that his divorced mother then died
under strange and highly suspicious circumstances only days after that
divorce. And it was then only weeks after his mother's death, and when the
child was in the full and sole custody of his biological father, that
certain unspeakable acts began to be rumored about this boy.

Although my initial encounter with the child and his father revealed little
which could be described as blatantly suspicious on its surface (although
the father seemed vaguely troubled, the child appeared to quite normal and
well adjusted), within my first days of investigation here in Port
Landings, I was confronted with numerous and disturbing stories about the
boy - unholy stories beginning when he was no older than eighteen months of
age. It was as quick as on the second evening here in Port Landings that I
learned much about them from the two men whose credible and grossly
disturbing testimonials prompted this investigation by the Holy See into
actual demonic possession of the child.

Disappointed by my initial and expectedly unrevealing meeting with the boy
and his father, I was buoyed the following evening by the good fortunate to
then speak with the two local men, both Roman Catholic, who had first
contacted Your Eminence, and then His Holiness, more than three and a half
years ago in connection to this case.

They would only agree to meet with me at a Port Landings drinking
establishment called, "Pelican Beaks". As both are married, family men,
understandably neither wished to invite me into their homes to discuss this
decidedly depraved matter. Therefore I arranged to meet with the two men in
the location of their choice. And in accordance with their letters to you
and other documentation from Rome, I found them both to be in a state of
spiritual fear and distress.

At that meeting, held within forty-eight hours of my arrival here, a
Mr. Benjamin Fries and a Mr. Frank Keenan expressed shocking details which
they claim to describe the earliest behaviors of the child in question. At
this meeting, Mr. Fries indicated that there was indeed a radical change in
the boy after his mother's suspicious death in a shopping mall accident. He
explained that police found the woman, the child's mother, after she had
been hit in the head by an oversized advertising display which was being
installed as she entered a department store. Mr. Fries said that work crews
were not even on site when the accident occurred. After his mother's death,
the boy, eighteen months old at the time, remained in the sole custody of
his father.

It was around that same time, perhaps only two weeks following the tragedy,
that Mr. Fries says that he and Mr. Keenan went to the boy's home, along
with three other men, also friends of the father, for their long-standing
monthly poker night. Although it was only shortly after the child's
mother's death, the men decided it best to kept their poker date as,
collectively, they hoped to raise the spirits of their recently widowed
friend.

Mr. Fries, who was clearly distraught as he spoke, claims it was on that
evening, during their game of poker, that the men heard the toddler call
out from his nursery room.

Your Eminence, what these men heard bellow from this child both shocked and
disturbed me. They are things which I find difficult to type out even as I
know I must write this to you. Mr. Fries, with Mr. Keenan in agreement,
testify that they, along with the boy's father and the other three men
present that night, heard the boy shout out to them in a chillingly
depraved and full voice (and I state this verbatim as was told to me by
Mr. Fries), "Daddy! MEN! Come in here and FUCK ME! Daddy! Tell your friends
to FEED ME CUM!"

I realize these claims are as hard to believe as they are to digest, but I
will aver that the men who told me this initial story appeared most
forthright and honest in their disclosure. I asked them how such a small
child could speak with such commanding use of words, let alone, state such
filth. Neither man knew the answer other than to say that now they feel it
was the result of something "other worldly".

In fact, they admit that all the men present that night thought it at first
to be but a prank. They said that they turned to the boy's father, a long
time friend of each of the other men in this industrial fishing town, as if
the shocking voice were a planned hoax to luridly amuse. Although they say
it would have been a most vulgar joke, unexpected from this man, the boy's
father, they also testify it was the only conclusion they could reach as
they sat around the poker table that night.

After the child's voice was heard to call out again, "Come FEED ME CUM,
daddy! Bring your friends so they can FUCK ME and FILL ME WITH THEIR
CUMLOADS!", all the men, in a confused but jovial manner, arose from the
poker table and found their way to the toddler's nursery.

It is here that the faces of Mr. Fries and Mr. Keenan, as they related this
story to me at the Pelican Beak, grew ashen. Clearly, both men were
disturbed by what they witnessed in that nursery. Mr. Keenan told me that
as the men entered the nursery, the room was oddly cold. The nursery was
not only far colder than the rest of the house, but was at least forty
degrees colder, according their best estimate, than the warm 75-degree
summer evening out of doors.

As the men crowded into the small nursery bedroom, which is now as it was
then, a narrow room adorned in a sailboat motif, they were shocked to see
that what they thought to be a prankster's voice was in fact being uttered
by the toddler himself. The child in question was seen to be standing in
his crib and masturbating, as he looked at the men.

At that point, as Mr. Keenan witnessed, the child began to pat and rub his
own belly as he looked at the men's crotches. And again, the six men,
including the boy's father, at that time both heard and visually witnessed
the child speak in the same unearthly voice. Mr. Keenan, to the best to his
recollection, stated that they heard the child say, "SHOOT YOUR CUM INTO
ME, DADDY! Have your pals unzip and put their big cocks into my mouth,
daddy! I WANT CUM! TELL THEM ALL TO SHOOT CUM IN ME, DADDY!"

It was at that juncture, according to Mr. Fries, that another one of the
men present in the nursery that evening, a Mr. Gerald Wilcox, a man of the
Methodist faith, ran from the room.

And it was also at this same moment that another of the men, a Mr. Alex
Eberle, a Roman Catholic, laughed and approached the foot of the toddler's
crib. Mr. Keenan testifies that the man said, "Okay, where's the fuckin'
tape recorder, Tom?" (referring to the child's father). But Mr. Keenan
quickly testified that before Mr. Eberle could complete his question, the
child, in a quite loud voice, distinctly said to him directly, "UNZIP YOUR
PANTS NED! PUSH YOUR SEVEN INCHES OF FAT DADDY COCK BETWEEN MY LIPS AND
SHOOT CUM IN ME!"

Mr. Eberle apparently was stunned as he backed away from the crib. It was
then that Mr. Fries states that one of the other men said, laughing to
Mr. Eberle, "Hey, Alex. The tape must be wrong. He's calling you Ned. Your
name's not Ned. And you got seven inches?"

But Mr. Eberle, ashen of face, replied to the men remaining in the room,
"No...oh my God. Who fucking knows that stuff about me?! Ned was the name
my parents gave me. No one fucking knows this shit. I ain't used Ned since
I was in pre-school." It is then that Mr. Eberle, before quickly exiting
the nursery, was heard to say to the child's father, "There's something
freaking fucked with all this, Tom! Your fuckin' baby's like possessed or
something".

Mr. Keenan then stated that he and the other remaining men watched the
toddler as he manipulated his own small penis in what he could only
describe to be a "grown up, knowingly sexual manner".  He admits that he
then turned to the child's father and in a jesting manner asked, "You teach
your kid to do that? Or what?"

They said it was then that the color of the room, the color of the
nursery's environs, initially illuminated only in natural moonlight from
the single window, grew to be a nauseating shade of yellow-green. In fact,
the atmospheric color of the very air in the room became such a nauseating
color that it forced the remaining men to flee into the adjacent living
room where they discovered that the two men who had left the nursery only
moments earlier had already left the house completely.

In the living room, the men asked the child's father what was going
on. According to both Mr. Keenan and Mr. Fries, the boy's father was
speechless and clearly disturbed. He confessed to them in a muttered tone
that the child had been doing that each evening but that the behavior had
only started the previous week.

A third man, not identified by either Mr. Keenan or Mr. Fries, asked in a
nervously joking manner, "So, you following through on what he's asking for
in there?"

The child's father, according to Mr. Fries, replied to the man by saying,
"You mean do I unzip and screw my cum into my son?! NO!"

This third man then replied, "Well, I'm just asking. Cuz otherwise, if you
ain't poking your dick in his mouth...well, like Alex or Ned or whatever
his name is now just said - something's possessing your kid in there, bud."

It was at this point that these remaining three guests, including Mr. Fries
and Mr. Keenan, quickly decided to leave the house at 666 Wharfside
Parkway.

As I spoke to Mr. Fries and Mr. Keenan at Pelican Beak bar, I assessed them
to be genuine and greatly disturbed by what they were telling me. Both men
were demonstrating increased breathing and nervous gesticulations as they
spoke. Their mutual disposition prompted me to ask what else may have
occurred that evening, as it seemed apparent they hesitated to continue
their story, yet somehow appeared to need to tell me something more.

As we were in an isolated corner booth, their voices lowered as they
apparently both grappled as individuals and between themselves as to
whether or not they should reveal more.

After taking another shot of whiskey, Mr. Fries admitted to me that after
seeing the others either walk or drive away from the house, both he and
Mr. Keenan, who share an additional bond of friendship since the two work
together at the same canning facility, decided to secretly go around to the
back of 666 Wharfside Parkway.

I asked them why they did this and again they each hesitated to answer. But
then Mr. Keenan admitted that they felt that perhaps their friend, the
child's biological father, was indeed sexually abusing his toddler son. And
if their spying did not prove that fear, but instead, it were all a prank,
then they wanted to see if and where and how the father may have hidden
taped devices in the child's room.

They say that they quietly sneaked to the back of the house in order to
peer into the toddler's room, which they found easily identifiable as the
same nauseatingly yellow-green color emanated from its window.

As they approached the tall, slender window of what is a late 19th-century
house, but before they could peek through one of its many glass panes,
Mr. Fries states that they could again hear the child's unearthly voice
speaking clearly. He said they heard the toddler, as before, articulating
sentences and thoughts far beyond what should have been the capabilities of
any eighteen-month-old.  As Mr. Fries said to me that night, "That sexed up
baby was saying things I couldn't pay a whore to say, let alone, get my own
wife of twenty-years to talk about."

He said that they heard the toddler, in a licentious and demanding tone,
bark orders to someone within his nursery room. Mr. Fries testified to me
that they heard the toddler's voice say, "Come on daddy. That's it, rub
your big fucking dick through your pants for me. Yeah, I want that cock in
me, daddy! That's the way. Rub it. Show off that huge rod in your pants for
me, daddy!"

Mr. Fries says it is at that point that he and Mr. Keenan cautiously peered
into the window only to see the toddler, still standing in his crib, and
wearing nothing but a small Tee shirt. And as before, the small child was
apparently masturbating as he looked at his father. For, at the side of the
crib, their friend was obscenely masturbating himself through his clothing
in front of his child.

Mr. Keenan interjected that it seemed that something had gripped their
friend's face as he stroked an obviously aroused erection through his
workpants. When asked what he meant by that, all that Mr. Keenan replied
was, "It seemed that Tom was there but not there while he, you
know...jerked off in front of his kid."

I then asked, "What do you mean by 'it seemed he was there but not there'
as he performed this act before his own child?" And Mr. Keenan replied to
that by saying, "It was like our buddy Tom was there and all that. But his
face looked like he was...well, it was weird. Like he was both the most
turned on you've ever seen a guy. But like terrified at the same time. I
can't even describe his face."

"Me either", Mr. Fries interjected. "It was like Tom was in the throes of
sexual depravity but in the grips of some other force, too. It was the most
fucking weird thing we ever seen."

I asked what the child was doing during all of this. And I asked if the boy
had remained standing for what seemed to be a strenuously lengthy duration
for a toddler so young. Both men said that the boy not only stood erect in
the crib the entire while but also seemed to pace, like a panther, around
its perimeter as he spouted profanity at his own father.

I asked what they heard the child to be saying as they spied through the
glass. Again they said the boy was encouraging his father to masturbate
with and before him. They said the child was cursing in between, using
profane phraseology such as, "Fuck the dead cunt that birthed me, daddy!
That bitch is gone! I'm your cumhole, daddy!" and "Show off that huge rod
that made me, daddy!"

It is then, as he related this depraved sighting to me, that Mr. Keenan
began to weep. I asked him why he wept and he would not speak. I then asked
Mr. Fries if he understood why his friend wept and Mr. Fries merely
nodded. His eyes, too, were blurred in wetness as he fought back
tears. Both men were clearly disturbed and drank from their glasses.

"Is it what else you saw?", I asked them. And they each nodded. But then
Mr. Keenan confessed, "But more than that, Father...oh, my God. It
was...was...oh sweet Jesus..."

I looked to his friend as it became apparent they Mr. Keenan was too
overwhelmed to continue. Mr. Fries looked all around and then over the high
back of our isolated booth before he whispered, "Not just what we saw,
Father. It's what we did. Damn, I can't believe we're confessing this..."

"But we got to", Mr. Keenan mumbled to his friend. "We got to tell him
everything. There's something wrong with that fucking kid, man!"

I gave the men a moment to collect themselves before asking Mr. Fries,
"What happened next as you peered in through that window?"

And he replied, "We were getting sort of nauseous. You know, that fucked
up, sickening color was like glowing in that room. So I think I pulled back
to get a breath of fresh air."

"Me, too", Mr. Keenan added. "But we couldn't stop looking either. It was
like we literally couldn't stop looking at Tom and his baby kid doing sex
stuff in that room, Father."

It's then that Mr. Fries says that they heard the toddler's voice say,
"Come on, daddy. UNZIP! Pull out your huge penis and shove it in my mouth!
You do it all the time so do it NOW!"

Mr. Fries says he and Mr. Keenan then saw their friend slowly unzip his
work pants. But he did not reveal his erection to his son.

I asked the men what the child's father did after unzipping. Mr. Keenan
told me that their friend simply stood there, directly alongside the
crib. His pants were unzipped, and an erection was quite apparent but the
father did nothing more.

Mr. Fries testified to me that it was then that the child actually
"strutted" over to his father and through the bars of the crib, began to
massage the erection within the man's workpants. The child was saying
things like, "Oh, fuuuuuuckin' huge meat on my daddy! Feed it to me, daddy!
Shove all those thick inches right down my throat. SHOOT YOUR CUM IN ME,
DADDY!"

And then, as it seemed to shock even these two men who witnessed what
followed, the eighteen-month old reached further into his father's unzipped
fly. And with a power far superior to that of a child of that or any age,
he managed to tug and pull the man's quite large erection out of his pants
using but one hand.

I asked what the child did then and both men grew ashen. I asked if the
child began to perform a sexual act upon his father. And both men shook
their heads. It was Mr. Fries who muttered, "Not then. Not right then."

I asked him what happened then instead. And Mr. Keenan hesitantly answered,
"The freaked up baby started talking to us, Father!"

I asked him to explain. And he said that the baby, as he held his father's
erection in his small hand looked up at his father and said in a gleeful
yet demonic voice, "Think your buddies at the window want to poke their big
cocks down my throat, too, daddy?"

Mr. Fries then said that the child turned and looked directly at them
through the window's glass. He said that the boy's eyes glistened their
normal bright blue color and yet an aura or red surrounded and emanated
from his lashes. Even through what was a glowing, yellow-green room, this
unearthly fire and ice quality of the toddler's eyes seared into them as
they peeked through the window.

Mr. Keenan then confessed that the boy said to them, as he looked directly
at them, "Want to see me suck on my daddy's huge fucking sperm cock? I bet
you want to see me suck on this huge hard cock. Watch me suck on my daddy!"

Mr. Keenan turned his head away as he further described what happened, "And
that kid...just a baby...started sucking our buddy's cock. His own dad's
cock, Father. I mean, sucking it like, you know...like a real blowjob."

"He was sucking like some of them hookers by the wharves suck dick is what
my friend means, Father", Mr. Fries then added. "No more than like a year
old and that baby was sucking and deep throating his dad's cock like he was
a pro out for hire. It was fucking weird as shit, man. But fuck, hot,
too. Damn, it was hot but so fucking twisted. He had Tom's entire dick down
his throat!"

"And his dad ain't small...if you catch the drift, Father", Mr. Keenan
whispered as he looked around the bar for any eavesdroppers. "Tom's, well,
ever since middle school gym class...he's sorta famous...you know."

I told him I did not quite understand and Mr. Fries interjected, "Tom hangs
a lot of inches, Father. You know. He's got a very, very large penis."

"And his baby was just sucking it down his throat like it was nothing,
Father!", Mr. Keenan said. "There are freaking adult people who can't suck
a dick that size, ya know?"

I asked the men what their friend was doing or saying while the child was
administering such an obscene act upon him.

They looked at one another before Mr. Fries said, "I dunno. I mean, he was
like just standing there letting his baby son suck."

"He didn't even look over at us or anything", Mr. Keenan said.

I asked if either thought their friend was aware of their presence and at
the same time each basically said, "No. That's just it. It was like he
wasn't even aware."

"But the child was?", I asked them. "The child was aware. Correct?"

"Exactly!", Mr. Fries said. He then explained that the toddler appeared to
be extremely aware of them at the window.

"He even used our names, Father!", Mr. Keenan stated. "He'd pull his mouth
off his dad's wet cock and, like, say in this voice, 'Come on Ben and
Frank...get in here and unzip'. The baby was like telling us to stick our
cocks in his mouth."

"He said that?', I asked the two men. "He directed you as to what he wished
for you to do? An eighteen-month-old was prompting and directing his own
molestation?"

Mr. Fries and Mr. Keenan looked at one another as if not quite knowing how
to reply to my inquiry. I asked them again, in another way, "Did the child
tell you to do something sexual to him? Or was his father directing the
child's actions?"

"Oh, it was that fucking kid! It was all coming from that fucking sex
baby", the two men replied simultaneously and without any question in their
voices.

"No doubt as to that?", I asked.

"Fuckin' no doubt", Mr. Keenan averred. "Being that was over four years ago
now and he's still doing it...there's something more than just a lot of
sperm inside that little kid's system. If you know what we mean, Father."

Although they were quite self-admittedly shaken as they spoke to me at the
Pelican Beak, I must interject here, my own, personal observations about
these two men, Your Eminence. As a trained psychiatrist, as well as, the
ordained Exorcist that I am, as they spoke, I observed in them clear
indications of sexual arousal, perhaps even duplicitous sexual arousal -
the sort that men share when committing evil together.

And giving allowance for and accepting the fact that some of their arousal
would be understandable to any man's natural responsiveness, still, it
remained that both these men, although clearly distressed, also seemed to
darkly delight in their memories of this perverse episode.  And although
each struggled to contain from me their sexual reaction to their shared
testimony, even from across a table, each man sent clear signals of some
strain of sexual arousal as they spoke of the sights, sounds and acts they
described.

On a personal note, I must confess, Your Eminence - and for this my soul
suffers and I offer a Mea Culpa - that I, too, was perversely aroused by
what these men were telling me. As not a Priest, but a man, I confess that,
for reasons I cannot fully understand, I shared in their tormented sexual
arousal. And as I sat with them at the Pelican Beak, I knew that we each
struggled to hide that arousal beneath the table.

I asked the two men to tell me more of what had happened that night, now
nearly four years ago.

Each man initially said they could not bear to tell me anything
further. They said they had told me all they could and still not fear for
their immortal souls. I asked each what he meant by that and reminded them
that God already knew all. I explained that they could not hide anything
from God and therefore He already knew the state of their minds and of
their souls.

I suspected...no, I knew that the child had gotten these two men to do more
then they had yet to tell me. But for reasons that continue to torment and
confuse me, I insisted that they tell me all that had happened that
night. For I wanted to know how this toddler, in his desire to have them
commit such loathsomely licentious acts upon him, could coerce men to trod
over and ignore their own families, their very conscience and, if even only
momentarily, any fear of God.



MORE TO COME...

"The Sexorcist", COPYRIGHTED 2005 to the Pen Name, "Mr. GloryholeJUNKIE"

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