Spermicide

Terry and his gang of delinquent friends were well known by the church for vandalising graves.

Reverend Jarod was up to his head with anger upon hearing daily reports and seeing mass vandalism in his own graveyard that he had called the police countless times day and night.

All the police could do was file reports and nothing else since no witnesses came forth and since Terry and his gang disappeared before anyone could witness them it was hard going for the fed up reverend.

A year later Reverend Jarod died from old age and was buried in the same graveyard that Terry’s gang vandalised. The reason Jarod was put there was simple. To get revenge on Terrys gang in the afterlife.

You see, father Jarod spent a year before his death dabbling in rituals that guaranteed that the devil would take him only if Jarod was buried in that particular graveyard as the devil had his hellish sexual playground dungeon just below it so he could drag souls there for his own pleasure.

So when Jarod finally left Earth his soul was able to roam around the graveyard looking for Terry and his gang day after day night after night with no luck. Why had Terry not been here in ages?

Not far away was the answer.  Terrys gang was sitting in a bar and pestering a young twink who was quiet and shy and kept trying to move away without success.

Terry continued to say nasty things to the twink such as:

“Bet your a fag.”

“Come suck on this homo.”

“You’d like a big knob up that tight bum hole I bet.”

The twink could only look down in tears as Terry and his gang left the bar and headed towards the graveyard for their nightly escapades of vandalism.

If only they knew what the graveyard had install for them.

Jarods soul floated quietly around the tombs and graves moaning softly as he saw they had been opened and upturned here and there.

Then he heard them and floated towards a big crypt and hid there.

Not paying any attention, Terrys gang ambled through the grounds littering and pissing on the grass.

“Remind me to continue to mess with that pouting twink later.”

His goons laughed and marched on down towards the tombs.

Terry was a very chubby guy in his early 30’s who stood short of most of his gang. He looked a bit like Al Capone wearing a shabby leather jacket and greasy hair.

The other gang members were Earl, a lanky lad in his 20’s, Tim, a burly boy in his teens and Rod, a curly haired, small lad also in his teens who walked with a limp.

They were demolishing a grave when out of nowhere something grabbed Rod by his curly locks and lifted him off the ground.

Terry tried grabbing him down but it was no use. Even Earl couldn’t reach the now screaming Rod.

Rod was taken by what looked to be an invisible force over and into one of the open crypts. His cries echoed down the cavernous entrance getting softer and softer until all was silent.

Terry turned to what was left of his gang unbelieving his own eyes.

“What the hell was that? What happened just then? This a prank or what?”

The other two just stared at the crypt in horror.

Terry walking up to them and slapped each one on the face.

“Hey now. Don’t you two go silly on me. Come on let’s get Rod back from wherever he went.”

Terry started to walk towards the crypt but stopped and turned as he saw the other two leg it away into the night.  

“Come back you cowards. Come back!”

Now Terry was all alone. He had to admit that the scene he witnessed did send some shivers down his spine. But he had to be brave for Rods sake. So onwards Terry went and when he finally came to the open crypt he stopped. This was just one of the crypts that was the most vandalised but not by him or his gang.

As Terry looked at the crypt he saw that it was filled with graffitied dicks and depictions of sodomy and even a leering man licking his lips as a naked depiction of a guy was being sucked by a demon of some kind.

Terry even saw some dildoes scattered by the sides.

“What the….”

He didn’t finish the sentence as he was grabbed by the unknown entity and swallowed up into the darkness with the faint sounds of the vibrators following close.

TO BE CONTINUED. Mwayhahahaharrr!