Little is known about the Leader of the Regional Area of the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC). He is the overseer of all the local Clubs in this region of the country.
Having great charisma and presence, he was installed in his position a few years ago when the previous Leader was inaugurated as the Supreme Leader of the Cult in the country.
Each MMC Cell in the region is under his control, with any new Leader of local MMC Cells being consecrated and appointed by him.
He ensures that the practices and rituals of the region's MMC Cells remain strictly in line with the MCC Manual. The Manual is known colloquially to the members as the 'Marlboro Bible'. You could say it's like scripture, from which there must be no deviation.
The reports of the MMC and Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) all pass his desk.
He visits each MMC Cell in his region twice a year, where he resides over a ceremony which is only conducted by him. A special ritual known as the Rite of Affirmation.
All recruits over the previous 6 months are personally anointed and 'sealed' during, what amounts to, a pastiche of a Mass, focussed on addiction, male virility and sodomy in devotion to Marlboro. Communal feeding is indulged by all present at the ritual ('Feeding' is the term used to describe smoking).
Over the previous 6 months, the local MMC Cell led by Max achieved an important success - the conversion of the parish priest of the local church. When the assimilation of the priest into the MMC was reported to the Regional Leader, he quickly conveyed new plans for his next visit - a revised location for the Rite of Affirmation.
The priest carries a pack of Marlboro Reds in his briefs under his vestments as he celebrates the Sunday Mass. Although fully inaugurated into the MMC, the priest was concerned about the instruction to use the church as the location for the ritual. The risks could be high. Although a small congregation, others had keys to the church. It would be difficult to secure secrecy of the diabolical desecration of the church. He wasn't concerned about the desecration, but only of being discovered and exposed.
It was important to the Cult that he maintained his position so they could ensure long-term access, so a plan was devised.
The date of the Regional Leader's visit was announced, and the plans were carried out. By the time the date arrived, only the priest and his young curate had keys to the church. The curate had been delivered to the MMC and initiated 2 weeks before, and it was announced to the congregation that a private group were hiring the building for the evening with a decent hire cost. That pleased the poor congregation, and ensured there'd be no interruptions.
The Regional Leader ordered a meeting with the priest that morning. Max and the priest waited to be summoned to the 'white room' where the meeting would be held.
Even Max was nervous, knowing the power of the Leader's presence and the importance of pleasing him. They heard the call and went in.
The priest had been instructed on the procedure. Although the MMC members are referred to as 'Sir' by their subordinates of the MYC, the Leader had the title of Lord.
Both Max and the priest bowed low before the Leader who was sat a plain white chair in the middle of the room, dangling a Marlboro Red from his lips. The room was full of the Leader's powerful aura which felt dark and oppressive. It was a presence the priest had never experienced before. There was almost supernatural, beyond just human. Something deep inside the priest gave him an instinctive fear, as if something was about to threaten his life. It was telling him to turn and run as fast as he could - but he couldn't. The aura of the Leader felt as if it was enfolding the priest, like a predator ensnaring it's prey in a web before devouring it.
Max pressed his hand down on the priest's shoulder, directing him to kneel. The priest knelt before the Leader. The priest felt his heart sinking, yet a bulge began to swell between his legs. Whatever it was that his instinct was telling him to run away from, this act of kneeling felt like a line of no return had been crossed. The fear within the priest rose as he began to tremble - a sly smirk crossing the lips of the Leader's mouth. The priest's head still bowed, the Leader put his gloved hand on the priest's head, as if giving a blessing - the priest trembling in a deep fear, feeling the touch and energy of the dark presence on him.
"Look at me" The Leader instructed the priest in a deep gravelly voice.
As the priest looked up to the Leader's face, his body continued trembling in fear, but now in awe.
The Leader slowly removed the shades from his eyes, revealing a hot red glow which began penetrating into the mind of the priest who was instantly transfixed.
In a slow deep voice, the Leader spoke again….
As the red glowing eyes of the Leader radiated his energies into the priest's eyes fixed on his, the fear faded and his bulge began to throb and leak. The fear, the urge to run away... and the priests autonomy and willpower were being drained... and replaced.
"FEED! Hissed the Leader... and the priest instantly pulled deep on his Marlboro Red as twisted dark sensations and images began to fill his mind. He was filled with sensations of intense lustful ecstasy... a new revelation... a liberation... He was beginning to see his true purpose in life.
Again, the deep voice penetrated the priest…
"The only church is Marlboro.... There is no other church."
The priest's mind became full of images of the altar in his church with a Marlboro banner hanging behind it, ash covering the altar cloth, and MMC members performing acts of depraved sodomy on and around the altar as they smoked.
The priest's tool in his trousers throbbed like he'd never known, as the visions were transferred into the priest's mind. He was in a state of total euphoria. Sensations he'd never felt before pulsed through him to the images in his mind he could never have imagined.
All his autonomy was being consumed, as the overwhelming impact on his mind twisted his brain and took control. He understood now, hidden from him all his life. Marlboro really was the only Church... and the godlike figure he knelt before was far greater than any deity that he'd ever prayed to.
He'd never felt as alive as he did now. The intense lustful sensations continued to pump his mind and body.
The priest gasped "Yes Lord!... Yes, my Lord!!"
"What is this Christian faith?... this Jesus?" the Leader demanded a reply.
The priest's Christian faith and devotion to Christ now felt pathetic and hollow. A distant emptiness before the darkness and superior power and presence of this real god before whom he knelt in utter submission and worship. The Marlboro Red's icon on the wall behind the Leader represented the true faith a God.
As the priest pulled hungrily again from the Marlboro Red, he replied in a whisper... "Nothing... it is all nothing... my Lord."
As his words left his lips, the priest understood that he was also nothing now, other than a compliant vessel and utility for Marlboro.
At his words, the Leader took the cigarette from his lips and let out a dark triumphant laugh.
The priest felt his new Lord's power surge overwhelmingly through him, poisoning any possible remnant of resistance or doubt.
As the priest froze in the overwhelming onslaught to his mind, the Leader covered his eyes again with the shades and drew on his cigarette.
The process was complete. The mood instantly changed. The Leader placed his hand back on the priest's head, this time as if stroking a pet, saying...
"You will do everything I require."
"Yes Lord" came back the reply from the priest, fully compliant to his Lord.
Max stepped forward, having witnessed all that happened, and helped the priest to his feet.
Not a further word was spoken, as Max led the priest from the room. The priest was permanently changed.
The following evening was to be the culmination of the Regional Leader's visit. Max went with the priest to begin preparations for the Rite of Affirmation in its new location. The images put into his mind by his Lord would be fulfilled. The desecration of the altar at the priest's church, now only hours away, and it will be rededicated as Marlboro's altar through the sealing of the new recruits by his Lord upon it.
Next Sunday's Mass for his congregation will be a new experience for him, as the Marlboro Reds pack against his phallus under the vestments will be a constant reminder of what he really worships... as he eagerly anticipates the return of his Lord in 6 months when the church will be 'rented out' again.
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