The moon hung low over the crumbling cemetery, casting jagged shadows across weathered tombstones like claws scraping the earth. Jake and Tyler, two lanky teens fueled by boredom and cheap beer, snuck through the iron gates with spray cans rattling in their backpacks. 'This place is fuckin' perfect,' Jake whispered, his breath fogging in the chill night air. Tyler grinned, eyes wild. 'Let's tag that creepy chapel over there. Make it ours.'

They crept toward the squat stone building, its arched door half-ajar, vines choking the frame. With a shove, the door groaned open, revealing a dank interior lit only by slivers of moonlight piercing stained glass. Niches lined the walls, each holding a shrouded corpse in ornate shrines—forgotten relics of some long-dead cult. The boys laughed nervously, shaking cans and spraying crude graffiti across the altar: dicks and devils intertwined.

As Tyler scrawled a final obscenity, the door slammed shut behind them with a thunderous bang. Jake yanked at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. 'What the hell? It's stuck!' Panic edged his voice. They pounded on the wood, shouting, but the chapel swallowed their cries. Trapped.

A low rumble stirred the air, dust sifting from the ceiling. The shrouds in the niches twitched. Eyes—milky, decayed—snapped open in the corpses' sockets. Rotting flesh peeled from yellowed skulls, maggots writhing in open wounds. The dead rose, jerky and insatiable, their bony fingers clawing free from tattered linens.

Jake backed into a corner, heart slamming. 'Oh shit, oh shit—' A skeletal hand clamped his shoulder, the touch icy and slick with putrescence. The corpse lunged, its lipless mouth gaping, exhaling the stench of grave dirt and decay. Tyler screamed as another dragged him down, exposed ribs grinding against his chest like splintered wood.

They fought, but the undead were relentless. Jake's jeans ripped under clawing nails, the cold, mottled skin of a cadaver pressing against him. It forced his legs apart, its desiccated cock—half-rotted, veined with mold—thrusting into him with savage force. Pain exploded through Jake's body, the intrusion dry and tearing, chunks of flaking flesh sloughing off inside him. He gagged at the reek, the feel of exposed bone scraping his insides, grinding raw.

Tyler thrashed on the filthy floor, a withered form pinning him face-down. The dead thing's hips bucked erratically, its pelvis cracked and protruding, slamming bone-on-bone into Tyler's ass. Putrid juices leaked from its decaying groin, smearing hot and foul across his skin. He retched, the weight of sagging, worm-eaten meat smothering him, fingers like brittle twigs digging into his hips, drawing blood.

More joined, a frenzy of the risen. One corpse straddled Jake's face, forcing its shriveled prick between his lips—tasting of earth and rot, the glans eroded to jagged bone that cut his tongue. He choked, bile rising as it pumped, grave grime coating his throat. Tyler's mouth was stuffed similarly, a skeletal jaw unhinging to shove deeper, teeth nipping his palate while decayed balls—leathery sacs split open—slapped his chin.

Disgust roiled in their guts, the slick slide of festering tissue against their own flesh unbearable. Exposed femurs and tibias scraped thighs, drawing welts; finger bones poked and prodded, invading every orifice. The boys' cocks betrayed them, hardening against the horror, twitching amid the violation as the dead rutted without mercy, their hollow eyes fixed in eternal hunger.

In the chaos, Tyler's elbow knocked an urn from a pedestal. It shattered on the stone, ashes billowing like smoke. Amid the gray dust gleamed a twisted idol—a satanic relic, black obsidian carved with writhing demons, pulsing with unholy light. 'The fuck is that?' Jake gasped, wrenching free for a split second.

With a desperate roar, he lunged and smashed his fist down. Bone cracked against the artifact; it splintered, dark energy erupting in a shriek that shook the chapel. The dead froze mid-thrust, their cocks still buried deep, then collapsed in heaps of limp, reeking meat. Jake slid off, gasping, cum and decay dripping from his ravaged hole. Tyler spat out the foul remnants, wiping his mouth, both trembling in the sudden quiet.

Silence blanketed the crypt, broken only by their ragged breaths. 'We gotta get out,' Tyler whispered, scrambling up. They bolted for the door, which now creaked open—

A figure emerged from the shadows, black cloak billowing like wings. 'Not so fast,' it hissed, a gloved hand shooting out to seize Jake's arm. Strong, living fingers—warm, unyielding. More hooded men materialized, burly forms in dark robes, grabbing Tyler and dragging them back. The boys screamed, kicking futilely against iron grips.

They were stripped naked, clothes torn away in the dim light, exposing pale, bruised skin marked by the undead's assault. Rough hands bound their wrists and ankles with coarse rope, hoisting them upside down onto crude wooden crosses against the wall. Blood rushed to their heads, cocks dangling limp between spread thighs, the air cool against their exposed asses.

The cloaked leader leaned close to Jake's inverted face, breath hot on his ear. 'Fools. You shattered our vessel, interrupted the awakening. Now the demon stirs in rage. Your flesh will sate it—sacrifices to mend the rift.' His voice was gravel, laced with dark glee.

The Brotherhood encircled them, a dozen strong men in hoods, chanting in guttural tones: 'Satanus rex, inferni dominus—praise the Morning Star, devour the unworthy!' The stone floor beneath the crosses cracked, a fiery chasm yawning open, hellish flames licking up, scorching the air with sulfur.

Two hooded figures stepped forward, their hands callused and sure. They gripped the boys' flaccid shafts, stroking with firm, relentless pulls. Jake moaned in humiliation, blood pounding as his dick swelled against his will, veins throbbing under the rough palms. Tyler bucked weakly, the milking sending unwanted jolts through his body, pre-cum beading at his tip.

The men worked faster, thumbs circling sensitive heads, squeezing balls until the boys gasped. Hot spurts erupted—Jake's seed arcing down his belly in white ropes, Tyler's splattering the floor. The hooded ones caught it in silver chalices, pouring the warm, sticky offerings into the flaming pit. The hole roiled, flames leaping higher, fed by their essence.

The chants swelled to a roar. The chasm erupted, birthing the demon—a nightmare unbound, formless void swirling with malice. A thousand limbs unfurled, needle-thin and razor-edged, glinting like obsidian blades, whipping through the air with insatiable fury.

In a blur of agony, it struck. Limbs pierced skin, flaying flesh from muscle in wet, ripping sheets. Jake's screams echoed as his chest split open, ribs cracking like dry twigs, exposing pulsing organs before they too were shredded. Tyler's thighs parted under the onslaught, blades carving deep, stripping meat from bone in crimson sprays.

The assault was over in heartbeats. The demon retracted, the hole sealing with a thunderous clap, flames snuffing to embers. The boys' remains—mere skeletons slick with gore—tumbled free, clattering to the stone. A few bloody bones rolled amid the viscera: femurs, skulls, vertebrae, stripped clean.

The Brotherhood knelt, gathering the relics reverently. Fingers plucked ribs and phalanges, arranging them into a new idol under the leader's watchful eye. 'From their ruin, our power renews,' he intoned. The chants faded, the chapel falling silent once more, the night outside oblivious to the fresh abomination forged in blood and bone.