M-60647 Gay Exorcist

Foreword

HYPOCRITE! FILTH! FAGGOT! The voice thundered. “Remember Paolo! Last night you took him to a disgusting gay bar… you wished to show off your beautiful, young lover to gratify your ego. But Paolo made a date behind your back with a young man his own age. They will make love. Your whore of a young lover will make love with his boy, again and again. You will never suspect how he hates you…“

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GAY LOVERS!

POSSESSED BY THE DEVIL

“Brian never remembers anything that happens while he’s in this—this state, or trance—I don’t know what to call it,” John resumed. “He just goes rigid, stiff, all of a sudden.

“Brian moves around and makes noises exactly as though somebody were assaulting him. He even climaxes sometimes. He screams and yells—or talks, either in his own voice—or in this one.” John switched on the tape recorder.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, JOHN,” the deep, oily timbre rumbled. “WHY DON’T YOU JUST GIVE UP AND HANG YOURSELF—OR CUT YOUR OWN THROAT LIKE THE STINKING FAGGOT PIG YOU ARE—OR THROW YOURSELF UNDER A TRUCK IN THE STREET? DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME YOU AND YOUR ROOMMATE AT LAW SCHOOL WALLOWED IN SEX ALL SEMESTER UNTIL FINALLY HE FOUND SOMEBODY ELSE AND LEFT YOU? YOU WANTED TO KILL YOURSELF THEN—BUT YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE GUTS—FAGGOT COWARD THAT YOU ARE! SO INSTEAD YOU WENT OUT AND GAVE YOUR HOT WHORE’S ASS TO THE FIRST HALF-DECENT GUY WHO WANTED IT—“ Mocking laughter exploded on the tape. “YOU WERE SO DRUNK YOU COULDN’T EVEN GET IT UP FOR HIM! YOU JUST LET HIM ABUSE YOU FAGGOT—FAGGOT—!” John switched off the machine. Brian was sweating and staring at nothing.