Resisting the Power of Darkness

Intro:

Happy Juneteenth!

I intend this to be the first story, and something of an introduction, in a series revolving around the same characters. I'm sorry if it is a slow start, but I wanted to establish things before it gets more heated. Later chapters will have a lot more in them.

PLEASE NOTE THE FOLLOWING ELEMENTS: Interracial, gay male, bondage, light non-consent/reluctance, cross-dressing, slow-burn, religious themes.

This is my first published work anywhere, so I would love your constructive criticism. Please let me know if you like it.

My thanks to Kenjisato for editing and TwistedManc for some inspiration.

Resisting the Power of Darkness

William Richmond stared at his computer screen, as he had for the last few hours. He had a difficult task ahead of him, and wasn't sure how exactly to start.

He realized he had forgotten something important, and closed his eyes. He offered up a prayer for guidance, as would fit someone of his position.

William had been a minister for the last forty-two years. Shortly after graduating with his degree in Biblical Studies, he had been taken on as a junior minister in a prominent Baptist church in South Carolina. The Buckle of the Bible Belt had been good to him. His public speaking skills and genuine love for others had allowed him to rise quickly in a place with a lot of support and parishioners. When controversies arose, his quiet and reasoned approach brought many to listen to him and within a few years he began to find more and more leadership in his hands. And here he was, the lead pastor of the Tanglewood First Baptist Church for twenty-one years. His congregants loved him and the convention of his denomination respected him.

That was what brought him to this point.

Over his time ministering to others, he had helped deal with many sensitive topics and relationships. People trusted him for support and guidance, and they were again.

Ben and Alice Todd had come to discuss something with him two months ago something concerning but also delicate. They had sat down across from him in his office, along with their daughter Jessica. What they said shocked him.

"Brother, while we were checking in on Jessica, we discovered something disturbing," Ben explained, looking very worried. "We found some items of a sexual nature in her room. More than that, there was a very specific theme associated with them."

"We took her phone to see what was on it and..." Alice had started to explain but her voice trailed off as she blushed and hung her head.

"Sister, it's alright," William replied, his voice reassuring. He looked at each of them in turn, but was more than a little surprised to see the defiance in Jessica's eyes. He turned back to Ben "This is a safe and private space, you came to me for help, and I will do what I can."

Ben swallowed hard "I guess I will just say it. All of the items she had were a particular color, black. On her phone we found multiple photos of her with Black men, more than one."

As the father continued, William's mind considered this. Jessica had turned eighteen almost five months ago. She had been an upstanding member of the youth group, had sung in the choir, and he had baptized her when she was younger.

He tried to put the right mix of concern and authority in the question to convey his care "I take it these images were intimate?"

Alice began to cry and Ben gripped her hand and looked away before nodding.

After a moment, Ben was able to continue, "It's more than that, pastor. There were items she had and pages she chatted on that were about an idea, sometimes even called a movement. They use acronyms like BNWO and QOS. She has an anklet with those three letters and a spade on it and some other things with that too!" His voice cracked and he seemed to wilt a little.

William, though living a very strict and upright life, knew enough to put the old slur of spade and Black men together to get the intent there and it turned his stomach a little. Though a Southerner from birth, he had always hated racism. The idea of mixing in something used as an insult into something like this made him uneasy.

He decided that Jessica's parents had suffered enough for the moment and fixed his eyes on her. She did not even flinch. "Jessica, I'm sure you can see how much this has hurt your parents. Would you like to explain yourself?"

She gave the thinnest of smiles before replying. "I have a specific taste in men, what more is there to explain?" Her voice was steady, but let a little of her emotion show. "I'm an adult now, I can have relationships as I want."

"Not in our home, young lady" Alice's voice was raised and harsh. "Go ahead and explain what those letters mean to him. You can't pretend that it is that simple."

William was going to try to calm everyone down when Jessica leaned forward to look her mom in the eyes. "Fine, I'll say it then." Her head snapped back to William and her eyes locked on his in a way that made him blink. "QOS stands for a Queen of Spades. That's a woman who loves Black men and thinks they are better." Ben looked away and Alice quailed at the volume and certainty in Jessica's voice. "And the BNWO is the Black New World Order, which says that Blacks are superior and should rule. And yes, I am that and believe that. You're not going to change me."

William watched her throw herself backward on the sofa and cross her arms, defiantly scanning between the others in the room.

After a few seconds of silence, William cleared his throat and spoke again. "I see why we are all here. Jessica, the Bible makes it clear that God loves all His children and that there is no difference between us. We are free to love, regardless of skin color, but God did not make anyone 'better' than anyone else, and no one should have rule over others." He had dealt with racists before, and these were the same kind of things he said to them, but here it was from a different angle and he realized he was speaking harder than he needed to as he continued. By the end he sounded calm again, but he was shaken by this twist he had never expected. He concluded by reminding her of God's standard for sex being within marriage only.

Jessica's words took on a slightly mocking tone. "The same words spoken over and over, and you think you are good and true. I know better, and others do too. The BNWO is not going away."

Ben spoke up again, his voice flat, "As for you, you are done with this." He turned toward William. "We have taken her phone and devices, we also threw away all of her other items. But we wanted your guidance."

William asked Alice and Jessica to step out so he could continue the conversation with Ben. As Jessica turned to go, she looked back at him and said, almost sadly, "I always looked up to you and thought you were wise, but you really just don't understand."

After they closed the door behind them, William looked Ben in the eye. "I am so sorry you are going through this. I know it has to be a shock on a lot of levels. You have tried to do what you can. Just remember, she is a legal adult now, so she can leave if she wants. You can only do so much to try to correct her. What do you want me to do?"

"Brother," replied Ben, "I really don't know. This is so perverse and unexpected. My little girl has changed and I want her back to how she was. We came to you for guidance, and one other thing. While we looked at her phone at the sites she visited, there was a whole community built around this BNWO thing and others in our town are part as well. They spoke of and treated it as real!"

The minister nodded, to show he was listening, even as his confusion continued. Their town, though growing steadily, had always been very traditional and conservative. The idea that something like this was festering below the surface didn't fit what he knew about it. He did know he needed to take it seriously.

"Ben, I know how much you love her. We can break her free of this. Keep a close eye and show her how much she means to you and how you love her. I will see what I can do."

William still sat in front of his computer.

He stopped to look at the photos of his family for a moment.

Centered on the wall above his monitor was a picture of his wife Ruth that was taken last year. Her warm smile and bright eyes brought him out of his concerns for a moment. Even now, at sixty-four, she looked amazing. She looked the part of a pastor's wife in both attire and bearing. Her dress was classy and long, her hair down and long. Tucked at the bottom of the frame was his favorite photo of their wedding, forty-two years before, right after graduation. She still looked as beautiful to him as ever, though he knew he had put on a good deal of weight.

Next he looked at the photo of his son Will and his family. Ruth had given birth to Will eleven months after their wedding. It had been a little difficult starting a family so early with his salary back then, but others had seen it and respected his efforts. Despite the challenges, their son had turned out alright and found a wonderful bride in Cindy, who had also been his college sweetheart and he had married quickly. They too had also given birth to their first not too long after, and James (named for William's own middle name) was an excellent grandson.

To be honest, William really favored James and spent a lot of time with him. The two of them loved hiking and taking roadtrips together and the minister would admit that part of his own remaining fit for his age is his involvement in his grandson's own pursuits. It had become a ritual for the grandfather to make it to each of his football games. He very much looked forward to seeing what James would become. Frequently, the pastor would use the nickname "Jet" instead of James, to play up the way he was so frequently running. One of the young man's goals was to make the college football team, after how well he had done in high school. He was in the class ahead of Jessica and had gone off to college shortly before the conversation with the Todds.

Will and Cindy had decided to have their children quickly, to have more energy and time for them. With both of them meeting in their Accounting studies and having excellent grades, they were able to support that kind of choice early. So, their daughter Lily was eighteen and Sara was seventeen. They were good girls and he loved them dearly, but no one doubted the way he preferred James.

Then his eyes swung over to the last picture. He and Ruth hadn't really intended to have Will so early, but they accepted the Lord's plan for them.

They worked hard for years to help others, but knew that they wanted another child. So, when they were both thirty-seven, they tried again. They received Abigail for their effort. Much like the woman in the Bible, she was bold and a little unconventional, not afraid to speak her mind. She got a degree in computers and liked nerdy things. He had almost despaired of her finding a husband until she met Robert two years ago. Things still moved slowly, but William had been so thankful and thrilled to officiate their wedding here, in his church, half a year ago. Their wedding photo, and their giant smiles, looked back at him.

His focus returned to his computer once more.

The difficulty of what he was setting out to do had not passed, it had actually grown bigger. Looking at the people he loved so much had made him consider the task before him.

He knew he needed to warn. His flock needed to be made aware. There was a danger that many of them knew nothing about, and they had to prepare their souls. They had to watch carefully. But how to explain properly? How to protect without causing terror? This would be one of the most important things he had ever preached.

The Todds had been the first, but not the last.

Over the last two months, three other families in his church had come to him. Two other young women, peers of Jessica, and even a young man, had been found with similar items and actions. They had not all been as defiant as her, the young man Ryan had seemed ashamed, but they had all spoken of this movement and its power. Their parents were aghast and wanting help. The idea of their children being Blacked, the term several used, was entirely foreign to them. Restrictions were put in place, counseling given directly, but still the issue was there.

One of the fathers had looked around at the material in a BNWO chat room before deleting his daughter's account, and explained that there were hundreds of members.

While he had met with the fathers of these corrupted children several times, including in conference (since they were all in the same boat), he had not gone into detail with Ruth. He did not want to disturb her.

William knew that this was no joke. Even though he had not believed the words of Jessica two months ago, he had come to know that there was something out there. A nefarious building of forces that were taking young people around the nation, his city, and even his church.

The course forward was clear for him. He needed to preach about this. He was called, by knowing of this hidden thing, to expose it and keep others from falling prey to it, by preaching the word of God against its sinfulness.

He sat at his computer and began to type.

Verses about purity, freedom from sin, and God's equal treatment of all flowed from his mind onto the outline. He was going to make a difference. He was...

His personal cellphone chirped, facedown on his desk.

He didn't give this number out to anyone but family and those very close to him. So, he picked it up, and seeing a text notification, unlocked it right away.

The text read "Reverend William James Richmond, this message is for you."

The person who sent it must have been looking for the phone's read-acknowledgment, because almost immediately after William opened the message, another appeared, this one a photo.

William gasped in disgust and horror.

On his screen was an image of perversity. Up close was the muscular buttocks of a Black man, above hung his large testicles, leading up to the largest penis the minister had ever seen (not that he had seen more than a few in the locker rooms of gyms over time). This penis was half buried within a pale white rectum, clearly in a sexual act.

As if to contrast the large Black member, the white body being invaded had some kind of pink plastic thing between its legs, but clearly was a male. Around the outside of the white rear could be seen the powerful legs of the Black man. Pointed to the top of the picture, the white legs trailed upward, clearly shaved of all hair and shining, and almost entirely obscuring the upper body of the white male being so used and displayed. Strong Black arms and hands held the legs up and together. Only a little bit of the face was visible.

William slammed down the phone after taking that all in a moment. He was revolted. Yet something in his mind immediately began sounding an alarm. His mind was melting from this, but he knew that he caught something.

The phone chirped again, more words.

"Do you understand yet?"

His temper rose and he picked up the phone, he shot back "I don't want this filth! Who are you and how did you get my number?"

The response was another image.

The same two bodies as before, but their positions had changed. The Black form had remained mostly the same, but had become less visible because the white legs had been lowered and spread, revealing the details of the one being taken. The view between the legs was no longer concealed; where male genitalia would be was a pink tube that seemed to totally enclose the penis and trap the testicles within a similar pink ring.

As his eyes traveled upward again, they crossed a bare stomach, clearly male as well and somewhat muscular, before reaching a sheer and silky bralette over the flat chest of the young man. William briefly glanced at the silver ring around that neck before reaching the face. It was surrounded by long pink hair, likely a wig, and the face was wearing blush, lipstick, and eyeliner and shadow. The eyes were closed and the mouth hung open in an expression that spoke of joy. This young man looked quite feminine all told.

He started to look away again, shamed at this whole exchange, but his brain screamed that he was missing a piece of it.

More words appeared "Do you need help?"

Swallowing his revulsion, William looked again at the face, he knew it was somehow familiar to him. He just couldn't place it. Then, it came into focus, right as the next words appeared.

"James has been Blacked. He serves the BNWO now."

He gasped and almost dropped his phone as it all clicked together. This was the face of his grandson! He was looking at a picture of a Black man having sex with James, who was made up like a woman. He felt sick.

"You will answer my call" flashed on the screen.

William slumped back in his office chair, sweat standing out all over his face. He had no idea what to do.

The phone rang.

He pressed accept and brought it to his ear.

"Hello, Reverend." The voice was deep and had a little chuckle as the man on the other end used his title.

"Who are you?" William blurted.

"That doesn't matter for now. What matters is that I am one of the new friends of James."

The minister was now fully scared for his grandson. "What did you do to him? Did you hurt him?"

"Be quiet and listen. We only have so long. No, James was never hurt. Maybe you remember how James was excited when he transferred rooms to a member of the football team?"

William did recall that conversation, a week after school had started. It had seemed miraculous that a freshman could end up with a junior on the team and James had been over the moon.

"See, his roommate Ezekiel is part of our movement. He's converted a dozen other whites so far and he said James was one of the easiest. Only took him two weeks to have your grandson on his knees sucking Black cock and another two to claim his whole body."

William couldn't believe the words that were being said to him. This could not be true.

"He's been caged for a couple weeks now and he's been given to over twenty of us. We all agree he's a great toy, and I love how he uses his mouth."

"No, no, no. This can't be real" William stated not really to the voice over the line but to himself.

"Look at the picture again and tell me if it is fake" the voice sneered.

With a morbid sense of dread, William looked back at the image. This time more little details stood out. The toes of the white feet were visible and all were painted hot pink. The hairless nature of the body below the head registered how much work that would take and how difficult that would be on the unwilling. The fingernails too were painted, the hands resting on Black legs. These nails were also pink, except the thumbs, which were white with a black spade in the center. The face was still clearly somewhat masculine and the makeup wasn't amazing, but it obviously was done with care.

The face... the face of James... his James... was in a state of ecstasy. Then the final detail that he had missed before. Where, in the first image, the Black member had been half out as the legs were held up, but with them down it was fully buried inside of its recipient. All the way inside of James. And that explained the expression on his face.

"Enjoying the view now?" the voice asked warmly. William realized he had been silently looking at the image for a number of seconds. The shame built within him.

"Why are you doing this?" Was all he could say.

A short bark of laughter came over the line. "We are sending a message. We are here to stay, you can't stop us. James is fully ours. You could try to convince him to stop, but he'll just come back. He has found who he truly is through us, as have the others you have met."

William felt his eyes tearing up in pain, but the voice continued.

"That was the smaller message though. That one will not change, no matter what you do. The next part depends on you entirely. We know what you have been doing. We were warned that you have seen a little bit of our movement and were going to preach against it. That would be a bad idea for everyone."

William's mind was struggling with all of this, but that statement made him immediately respond. "This is wrong in every way. You have corrupted my grandson and made him a deviant. This is exactly why I am going to spread the truth and stop you."

"Oh Reverend," the voice began, with a slightly mocking tone. "You won't stop us. There is no way to stop us. We are concerned that you might bring pain to those who are part of us by bringing us into the light too early. Maybe you might slow us down a little, but you can't win. Look at James and see our power. A good, strong, Christian boy has been turned into our willing pet. He obeys us well and denies us nothing. He loves giving himself to us."

William had started looking at the image again, but closed his eyes and refused as the voice spoke on.

"But as I said, this would be a bad idea for everyone." There was a steel in the voice and a menace. "Particularly for you, as a matter of fact. If you decide to preach against us or even continue to draw attention to us, the photos that I just sent you, along with many more, and videos of James serving us, will be sent to your church email list and be posted prominently online."

William gasped, but the man rolled on.

"Don't worry, James has already consented to being exposed to the world if we say so. Perhaps we could make good money selling clips of this to others. But I think that this would some pretty significant harm to you and your reputation. Think of it this way too, once the world has seen him do these things, it will bind him even more to us. Any hope you have of rescuing him will be gone."

"This is blackmail" William had to keep himself from shouting into the line. "What makes you think I would give into something like this?"

"Oh calm down, Reverend!" The response sounded exasperated. "All we are asking you to do is just remain quiet. We're not asking for money, not making you participate. You just have to scrap your sermon and preach about something else. Tell your congregation about the love of God more.

You know, even if you continue, it might only help us. We would rather keep going quietly for now, but your sermon could be a boost. Imagine how many more we might reach after you tell the world that we are out there, and then we show them how easy it is to turn those like James into our slaves."

The word slave punched William in the gut, the implications so vast and terrible. Yet, the words kept coming.

"Imagine how you might help us spread our notoriety, mixed with images like these."

The phone chirped and William looked. Three new images were there.

The first was his congregant Ryan. Though he had known from the discussions with his parents and him that he was falling for this movement, he had never been shown anything. The image was being taken from above, phone held up high with a Black man smiling up at it. Beneath him, with the man's other hand wrapped around his neck and clearly squeezing, was Ryan's naked body. He was being impaled by the Black man's penis. Ryan's eyes were also locked on the camera and he looked to be blowing a kiss. As much as the image seemed on the verge of violence, that expression and pose made it clearly consensual.

Next was a picture of Jessica. She was seated on the lap of a Black man, facing the camera. Every detail of her could be seen. The man she was sitting on was inside of her and his arms were holding her own by her side, one of his hands was tugging on a nipple. Meanwhile, her face was showing, but distorted by another Black phallus being pushed into her mouth. The young woman he had baptized all those years ago was before him now, being used by two different men at the same time. He felt the bitter pinch of remorse for a moment, seeing the evidence of what she had told him.

The final image scared him more than anything else. Here was James again. This time, he was not in a wig or makeup. No, this was more simple, but made his identity unmistakable. James was looking up at the camera, mouth open and tongue out, the curl of a smile on the sides of his mouth. His face was covered in a white substance that could only be semen, especially with the very large Black penis hovering at the edge of the frame.

William had been silent again for a few seconds as he looked at the photos. His brain didn't seem to be functioning anymore. It was all too much.

"Did you get to the last one, Reverend?" The man had a deep chuckle that turned his stomach. "I took that one myself. He was a good boy and sucked me off really well. I rewarded him with my seed and it made him happy. He licked it all up after I took the photo."

William had no response other than a suppressed sob.

"That has become his favorite treat, Black cum. Ezekiel feeds it to him all of the time, and others too. This is what the world will see if you speak out. Is that what you want? Is your little effort worth so much being revealed?"

Silence hung in the air for a full minute, only the minister's ragged breathing into the line filled the space.

"I know this has to be hard, and we are asking a lot." The voice had changed, it seemed almost pitying, twisting the emotional knife deeper. "I won't make you answer now. It's Thursday, you have plenty of time to make a new sermon. If you preach against us on Sunday, these images and thousands of others will be sent to inboxes by midnight. If you preach on something else, this will remain hidden." The tone shifted dark again, "Just to let you know, I'll make sure to see each of the three of them again before then and take some extra pictures. Consider that."

Then the line went dead.

William sat at his office computer. He had been there for hours. The time had been spent crying, thinking, and praying. He had thought before that the situation was the hardest he had faced, but it had become so much worse.

He had to make a choice.

His hand moved the mouse...

And dragged his outline into the trash.

The End... for now...