Black Party 𖤐 The Call

Welcome to BROTHER BEASTUS 𖤐 GRIMOIRE!

I hope you all had a wonderful Samhain or Halloween! Happy Full Moon! Some new fiction this issue….

The demon priest walked into the ritual hall leading his monastic demon brothers into a circle. He prepared the message as instructed, and together they transmitted it to the specific coordinates in space and time.

The instructions were very specific: A man named Brother Kultor, also known as Mike, will arrive at the bathhouse a few minutes before midnight on the July full moon. He should be welcomed and prepared for the arrivals of another message—this time directly from the head demon priest himself…

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Mike started to pull on some tight jeans that were worn thin in just the right places when he saw his favorite leather jeans. He changed his mind—and his dick got half-hard just putting on his favorite leather jeans. There was a permanent bulge in the well-worn leather where his growing cock came to rest. They fit like a glove molded to his legs.

He gave no thought to underwear.  If they’re genuine leatherman leather jeans, they’re worn commando.

He stretched out and put on his Saturday night, going-out, silicone cockring underneath his leather jeans for a little extra support.

Mike felt extra comfortable in his favorite leathers.

He walked over to his home altar shirtless, and sat down on a cushion. It was a hot July night so he had the windows open. The leather made that nice leather sound as he carefully sat his usual lotus style on a tatami mat so that he didn’t stretch his leather.

It was a minimalist room with a simple altar on the side wall facing South and consisting of a Baphomet statue about two and half feet tall backed by dark burgundy, almost black, walls.

The wall opposite the altar was painted brilliantly white so that Mike could project inspirational imagery on it.

In the faded light past sunset, a faint glow from the transom window illuminated A bold, graphic tattoo of a Leviathan Cross across his entire back. It was in inverse black and gray ink. The cross itself was a bold bunch of skin breaks with darkened shading around the outside which was filled with a collection of smaller occult symbols and satanic and death-themed imagery.

Mike kept his time at the altar short, but for him that meant about 45 minutes. He included his usual intention to be spiritually open to Satan’s will.

He also called on his personal deities for protection and guidance—as he did during every ritual. For him, these were two separate spirits with whom Mike had built up a personal connection and in each of whom he had complete trust. He prayed to each and felt he had in that moment received their honest (though sometimes brutal) guidance and protection.

He was ready for the evening.

It was a very hot night in Chicago, and Mike was looking forward to the sensuality of the night heat.

After ritual, he hurried up to get to the bathhouse grand opening before all the rooms were taken.

After what happened the previous night at the bathhouse…. When he had that vision…. Mike felt compelled to go back. It wasn’t the sex. Well…. Not just the sex. He was almost immediately transfixed and transported by the devilish painting in his room the night before…. The strange experience left him unsettled but curious.

However, he was going somewhere new tonight. He was really excited because it was the grand opening.

The story about the previous night is here:

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Because of the CoVID pandemic, the gay bathhouse business had changed a lot. The resurgence of gay bathhouses was just the thing the men needed in such stressful times.

Some entrepreneurial gay men created a fairly inexpensive N95 filtered fetish full face mask that was not only very safe CoVID-wise, but the near-anonymity of masking and all the other fetish gear the men wore was just right for the times.

The combination of sex, safety, and anonymity made the Gear/Mask-Required, or GMR, nights very popular because the men liked being able to socialize and fuck without a second thought. And after the long pandemic lots of men needed that.

The bathhouses had a heyday with the gear nights. Some even expanded and opened unique new locations.

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That night’s event was the grand opening of a secret, new VIP location.

To qualify for a VIP invitation, the men were picked from amongst the staff’s favorite customers at the bathhouse chain’s other locations. It wasn’t really about looks; it was about attitude—and honestly—who plays well together.

Of course, management outfitted each location exquisitely. But they never forgot that the best bathhouse is the one with the best people in it.

They were opening a new VIP bathhouse once every few months. Each had a theme. For instance, the fisting location with over a hundred slings was a very popular VIP location.

Management liked to make the theme of each new location a surprise. It was difficult to keep it a secret because everyone wanted to know, but they usually managed.

Under a full moon, Mike arrived at the new location’s entrance to see an anonymous sexy muscle man in a full body black latex suit head to toe with a full face hood and nearly invisible microscopic holes laser-cut into it for breathing and vision. There was a Leviathan Cross in blue latex over his heart. He held a sign that said “VIP Guest: Brother Kultor” on it.

As Mike arrived inside the new location’s entrance, he was delighted by the sight and said “I am Brother Kultor.” The staff explained that he had been selected for extra special VIP treatment for tonight’s grand opening celebration of their new location.

Just as he turned the corner and saw a 100 foot long video wall displaying “AVÉ SATANA”. Mike said to his guide, “Avé Satana!” which is classical ancient Latin for “Hail Satan.”

Mike’s jaw dropped. Now he understood the theme. “You all have outdone yourselves!”

The latex gimp showed him to his complementary suite in the newly built bathhouse. He put his jacket and valuables in the room’s locker and adjusted his left nipple ring and his leather harness.

As they walked through, the hallways were already filling up with men in various states of leather and latex gear and elaborate fetish masks. The safety and anonymity of the masks made everyone very horny.

Mike was excited and curious how he had received the surprise VIP treatment and complementary room suite. It felt like an auspicious Saturday night.

Along the way, Mike recognized his friend, Boy Gunther, who had also just arrived and said to him, “Hail Satan!”

“Hail Satan, Brother!”

“Can you believe this place???”

“It’s amazing! So inspirational!”

“I’m going to check out the rest of this place! Find me later!”

In his suite, there was a sling room, a bedroom and a small personal chapel. Using a touchscreen or a voice interface, you could reconfigure the rooms. If you wanted the altar to be dedicated to Asmodeus for instance, you could do that just by selecting it on the touchscreen.

The sling room could be reconfigured for various interesting scenarios just by selecting it on the touchscreen. The same was with the bedroom in which the bed could be partially or fully removed if you wanted more room to stand or were hosting a group.

The in-suite restroom and modest personal spa had a movable glass partition connected to the larger spa area that you could move away or leave in place as you wished. The glass would become clear or frosted at the flick of a switch on the screen.

After giving him a tour of his suite, the latex gimp told him that his presence was requested in the multi-purpose room.

After settling into his room, the latex gimp led Mike to the room.

There was a simple but elegant staircase leading downstairs next to an elevator.

He walked down three flights of stairs into the sub-basement where it opened into a large underground hall with extra-height ceilings. There was an elaborate black and red altar to Baphomet along the wall with tasteful, recessed lighting along the walls and enough room for about 100 people. Three sides of the hall were wall-to-wall video screens with beautiful occult video art imagery displayed on them. The ceiling had a live image of the Milky Way galaxy above their heads at that very moment.

A small group of men entered the room from the other side and formed a circle. From the corner of his eye, each of them started to look like the men Mike saw in his infernal vision the night before.

One of them approached Mike and said “Welcome Brother Kultor! We invite you to witness our ritual; we prepared something special for tonight.”

The men started to chant and move. Mike was struck with how similar their ritual was to his earlier vision—when unexpectedly the demon priest’s image appeared in the center of the room.

“Brother Kultor!” the voice boomed. “Step forward,” he said.

All of the men gasped, and Mike’s heart lept. Many were surprised and taken aback but also fascinated by what they saw: the demon priest in front of them.

“Brother Kultor, the Demon King has a very important mission for you. One only you can accomplish…. You will need to travel back 5000 years, and here’s how and why….”

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Next time: Mike learns exactly what his mission entails, and starts his mission!

Music inspiration for this issue: Kult ov Azazel has newly released their back catalog on Bandcamp, and I’ve really enjoyed their 2003 album, “Oculus Infernum.”

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Please enjoy today’s full moon 🌕.

From my grimoire to yours…. Infernal Blessings!

BROTHER BEASTUS 𖤐 SINCE 2016