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Timmy’s First Ritual Fuck Timmy shuddered, chest low to the floor, his back burning with a ritual pattern of bullwhip marks. Six strokes—two to form an upside down cross and then a big “X” that ran from the front of his shoulder all the way across each of his curvaceous butt cheeks. Cruel titclamps clamped both his nipples and then joined a chain that connected them to a clamp that bit into his sore cock head, keeping it flat against his body. The chain was tight, and cruel little solid silver weights pulled on his tits and sore cock. His little cock was bright red, covered in welts, because his lord and master Dimitri had whipped it with a cock whip before striking it with a whip of electrical wire. Timmy’s body was utterly hairless. Over his time of waiting for seroconversion, every single hair below his neck had been removed by laser, and at the very start of the Ritual, Dimitri had gently and reverently, shaved Timmy’s head. He spoken softly in his beloved boys ears, so softly that none of the other boys could head, “I am going to give you more pain than you’ve ever taken, more pain than I will ever inflict again. It’s essential to our joining—you must offer your body first to the Dark Lord, in the Rites of Pain, before the God of Revelry comes and we celebrate the Rites of Ecstacy.” Timmy had known this all intellectually for weeks, but here and now, with his body covered in welts and his tits and cock in agony, with his hole stuffed by the big metal fist of a life-sized solid-silver replica of Dimitri’s arm that protruded like an obscene tail out of his butt, he was feeling scared. The thing was fucking heavy, and it was held steady by a crazy cart of solid walnut. It was an ancient piece of silverwork, and Dimitri’s Dragon didn’t even remember which of the Crones had gifted it to him. Apparently, it resized itself supernaturally to the size of each new bearers arm, out of sight in one of the Dragon’s many lairs deep in a mountain somewhere in Eastern Europe. Timmy was nearly in tears. He was convinced he was going to be ripped apart by the giant silver diodo, and he didn’t know how he could take anymore pain. Anything his beloved master had done to prepare him, it just wasn’t enough. He wanted to start screaming that he couldn’t do it, but still he stayed put. Partially because kneeling next to him was his best friend of 16 weeks, Jerome’s gorgeous muscle hunk of a boy, Jack, who was tenderly stroking Timmy’s hair—damp from sweat from his long ordeal—and whispering quietly in his ear. As Timmy’s sponsor (and budding best friend), it was Jack’s job to comfort Timmy, to keep him strong, to tell he could do it. Like Timmy, Jack’s pretty blond head of hair was shaven to match his hairless, perfectly muscular fireplug-hunk body—all the other companions, Conrad’s tall lanky party boy, Julio, and Daddy Pedro little former bullfighter, Julio Juan, had also shaven their heads. The taking of a companion was nearly the highest rite in their Brotherhood, and the highest rite an individual Coven could celebrate, and so all of the oldest traditions of submission and servitude had to be observed. All of the companions had been marked at the same time as Timmy, first with the slicing bullwhip marking a pattern, the slaves and their masters chanting—well, the slaves actually yelled/screamed the words, as the whip sliced their flesh, “We offer the Dark Lord this pain as a sacrifice.” Timmy had taken longer than anyone in recent memory to seroconvert. He had gone nearly the whole 12 weeks that represented the biological end-limit of the process. They knew he was poz—modern testing could detect infection within days and Conrad was a world-renowned HIV specialist—but until his conversion he could not be joined. Timmy had to set out two entire lunar cycles, missing the ordinary rites, and feeling uncertain and insecure. He knew he was bonded to Dimitri, but the process was incomplete. The other four Companions in the Coven comforted him as best they could. They remembered the weird feeling of belonging, the bond that was so strong but somehow incomplete, that sense of a missing piece of one’s soul. Timmy had seroconverted in the early morning after the last full moon. Dimitri was not even home yet from the big afterparty, held at the vast club he and his Brothers owned, the world-famous Animal House. When he came home, he wept with joy, kissing Timmy tenderly and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, even as he greased up his massive cock and rammed it home inside the squealing, suffering aching boy. In fact, as Timmy got weaker and more sick over the next two weeks, Dimitri’s libido increased at least three fold, and he fucked Timmy more often and harder than ever, so great was his pleasure that Timmy’s very DNA was submitting to his own. Dimitri had been delayed from his first sweet fuck of his newly toxic boy, be use it It was very common for Covens in large cities to own a gay/queer nightclub and always the best in the the city. These dens of iniquity resolved around the very intersection of sex, drugs, and danger which powered the Brotherhood’s worship of the Janus-faced gods of pain and pleasure. And so, the Animal House was always especially busy and intense on the nights the Covens held their rites. And the music always followed the rhythm of the Coven’s secret worship as the DJ—always a bearer on these special nights—drove the beats in such a way that the club revelers aided and participated in the order’s worship, albeit unknowingly. Those members of the Coven who were not officiating in the rites enjoyed a glittering cocktails and cocaine party in the Coven’s huge public hall, located just a block away from Animal House. It was a gorgeous space, dramatically lit by torchlight, with beautiful tapestries around the walls, and it was always filled with gay luminaries from the city and beyond. Tonight, while Timmy and the others were prepared and then participated in the first of the rites of the Hours of Pain in the secret soundproofed basement, the monthly party was packed with gorgeous men and woman from all over the globe. Ostensibly they were all members of a major animal welfare charity or keen amateur zoologists. This was the reason the non-Cognoscenti, the muggles if you will, were told to explain why so many foreigners were present with gorgeous animal tattoos proudly displayed in their silk or linen togas. One could recognize the Bearers easily by their tattoos, but the Companions were only recognizable to the initiated by the quality of the gold cuffs and crowns they wore. Bearers and their Companions wore priceless antiques worked in solid, shimmering gold, usually with forms in the shape of the animal, with jeweled eyes, whose supernatural life they shared. While Timmy and company were having their cock and balls tortured and their backs sliced up open by cruel whips, many people from the Coven’s leaderships’ past were greeting one another, toasting with champagne and sharing discrete bumps of cocaine in corners—gay police officers were guests, after all. Rory was there, with his gorgeous, very tall very muscular, and very dark, Russian master bearing a Siberian tundra wolf. The wolf’s grey brown coloring contrasted beautifully with the stud’s black, long, curly hair and dark skin. And in a surprise blessing, the Great Stag had sent the Eudaemon twins, Lars and Anders. Rory was regaling his master and a group of intensely handsome Japanese Bearers he’d never met with tales of his days of servitude in the Temple with his arms around his companions during that time, the twins. As the clock approached midnight, the start of the Rites, the festival hall began to clear. A select group of special friends, Bearers and Companions, all male or male-identified of course, for each Coven was segregated by gender—and then a large crowd of Coven members who were not supernaturals stayed behind. The other guests departed en masse for Animal House, just a few blocks away. There they knew the music would be dark and pulsing, as the power of their queer revelry—joined by a supernatural bond to the huge secret hall located directly underneath the huge club’s main dance floor—would help power the Rites of Offering. Once the striking, tall young black slave who was Master of Ceremonies for this party—feeling quite stressed, as he often had Jack by his side for this—had certified that all present bore the elegantly engraved cards of invitation, blood red the color of Dimitri’s dragon’s eyes, and that all the outer and inner doors were locked, he swept back the tapestries along the long back wall revealing the entrance to the subterranean ceremonial space. Inside the tunnel, each guest picked up a flaming torch and began the slow march to the beat of a distant drum. New guests oohed and ahhhed at the quality of the depiction of the Stag’s Great Forest—at 25 years, the Coven was young but it was hugely wealthy—and admired with wonder the enchanted ceiling depicting stars leading towards the shining moon that illuminated the big ceremonial hall. The hall was a large oval, and the walls were decorated with a detailed fresco of a clearing in the Great Stag’s Forest. This would turn from dark night to bright morning when this, the third and final hour of pain, had concluded. In the center of the space was the sacred Pentagram rendered in snowy white against a jet black floor. One man and one bound slave would take a point around the central circle, which due to the nature of tonight’s proceedings would be occupied by Timmy and Dimitri, as they were the absolute focus of the power of these Rites. All around the room sexual energy pulsed. And once the gorgeous black emcee knew everyone was in place he rang the first bell. All around the room the99 men and99 slaves removed their tunics with practiced elegance. Hot male bodies of every size and shape glistened with sexual heat, every cock straining hard, as the men bent and stowed their tunics and priceless gold body ornaments in the big walnut chests. With reverence, the civilian slaves and supernatural Companions removed leather arm bands and wristbands and cock rings from the chest. It was all each leather family’s own gear, placed with great attention to the seating chart, as carefully calculated as any elaborate gay wedding. For that’s what this was, only far more profound. As the slaves arrayed their masters’ bodies in gorgeous, leather gear, they offered small kisses to the body part, a lascivious kiss to a bicep, an adoring kiss to a much-desired Bear belly, or a small light one to a big fat penis so as to not trigger an orgasm. Then, in turn, their masters’ knelt and arrayed their beloved slaves, softly stroking their beautiful bodies and whispering tender words of encouragement. For despite these being highly experienced slaves, some with centuries of BDSM experience, the hour of pain during a high ritual was intense. All of the dark energy produced by the twisted, Tina-fueled thousands of revelers dancing to the darkest club music on earth upstairs at Animal House was already channeling into the walls, building a dark battery to release exactly at the hour of midnight. Individual worship spaces were just big enough for each man and his slave, and just big enough to apply a strap or a tawse, and to weight and torture balls, cocks, or tits. Another bell sounded, and the slaves assumed a position on the apparatus in front of them. It was flexible gear, solid walnut with black leather padding. It could be configured to anything from a fuck bench—perfect for a strapping, or—attached to the ceiling by the chains that hung just above the field of vision—as a sling. Once everyone was settled, the emcee indulged in a dramatic pause, allowing six beats of the drum. Those with supernatural vision could see that the massive crowd of dancers at the nightclub above jad generated a huge battery of dark energy, the walls pulsing to the beat of the drum, ready to be released in a wave of intense pain with the first squeeze of a ball or strike against flesh. The the emcee rang a huge, ancient brass gong, a gift to this temple by the Kyoto Coven were Pedro and Julio had lived in the 1950s as friends of the Coven, helping with the aftermath of World War II. The assembled men chanted “The Dark Lord demands pain,” and then their slaves with leather paddle or ball hammer or punch to nuts. the same time. As the slaves groaned, screamed, and cried out, the walls were visibly throbbing and all the torches, which lined the aisles shifted to red flames and the pentagram also glowed red. Then a door slid open on the wall opposite the entrance and the sacred procession entered. At the head was one of the two civilian (non supernatural) members of the executive leadership of the Coven. Brother Mark was a big, tall muscly-plump bear, with dark golden brown fur, his hairy chest glistening. He carried a large lifelike mask of the Great Stag and he would be high priest tonight, and occupy the top point of the Pentagram, with his bound slave, a tall wiry Otter whose pretty, dark fur had been shaved. Immediately behind him, stood Dimitri, decked out in gorgeous black bejeweled leather gear, his love of fisting indicated in a thick row of rubies on his huge right bicep, his massive cock, somehow harder and more impressive tonight, enclosed in a gorgeous embossed leather cock ring. He carried a leash, which attached to a the wide, uncomfortable collar around Timmy’s head, that forced the gorgeoús slaves face upright as he crawled. Behind Timmy stood Dr. Alex Fontaine, the French-Canadian psychiatrist who ran the Coven-sponsored center for queer mental health. He was tall, with a commanding Gallic nose and slim, very muscular body. His long thick cock, pierced with a huge Prince Albert, was raging hard. He held the leash of his Chinese-born pain pig slave, Han. (The striking slender African emcee was Brother Alex’s other slave.) Han was bound, as were all the Companions behind him, standing upright, his arms roped tightly behind him, making his massive chest bulge. Like Timmy and his brother offerings, his tits and penis were connected by a weighted chain and alligator clips. The group moved forward until all were just inside the huge room. Then Alex, acting in his capacity as Master of Pain, leaned forward and struck Timmy’s curvy ass with his crop. Timmy shouted, as best he could, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as an offering.” On this words Alex gently but firmly pushed another section of the huge metal dildo into Timmy, stretching his pussy lips even thinner.. Timmy cried out, his face a rictus of pain, and he burst into sweat afresh, as he, like all of the men, was not yet high. Then a gong sounded and all the tops produced a point, holding it high. Lars and Anders stepped forward, into the light carrying a gorgeous box carved with the images of Great Stag. Conrad and Dimitri burst into wide grins, the first experience of anything resembling levity in these solemn proceedings. They quickly schooled their expressions as the twins approached, and stopped in front of the big man playing the role of the Great Stag. They bowed their head sharply then opened the box and presented it to the big man. They said loudly, in unison, “A gift from the Great Stag to honor his special relationship with this Coven.” All around the room those who’d been in the Coven years ago when Conrad took his boy, Julio, there emerged little murmurs of excitement. The big man held the box aloft, inside gleamed dozens of loaded points, glowing with a mix of Tina and the sacred blue fluid of the Great Temple. Those who seen the identical gift given to Conrad knew that there was a point for every slave present. And that underneath, in the many layers of the ancient box, enveloped in gorgeous, ancient, black velvet, would be enough vials of the liquid to keep the Coven supplied for the next six lunar cycles. Several junior coven members appeared now, dressed in discrete black robes, and began distributing a vial to every member of the assembly. It would be consumed after the Great Binding was complete, after the hour of pain was completely and Timmy’s sweet pussy had milked a load from his Lord Dimitri, all the supernatural cocks had grown to size, and the Time of Revelry, the worship of all that was hedonistic, was in full swing. All around the room men sighed, it was a good to be associated with a Coven led by two of the Great Stag’s most favored brothers. The entire room gasped, a the twins produced another smaller box, with silver work of ancient beauty and a big onyx and silver spider’s web on top. Rory smiled darkly and squeezed his beloved master Igor’s shoulder hard. Rory knew that was the personal mark of the Twins of the Spiders, the big muscle Germans, born to a long line of the Temples servant, who performed the Rites of Pain with the offerings in the Great Temple. Conrad and Julio also shared a dark smile, as they knew what was inside. The twins nodded at the big man playing the Great Stag, tonight’s High Priest, and he stepped aside. They presented the box to Dimitri. “A gift,” Lars said, “A mark of affection from the Spider Twins for you, Lord Dragon.” Dimitri was already smiling that same dark smile. He knew it was the same as the gift for Conrad had been those many years ago. He bowed his head sharply to Lars and Anders, acknowledging the gift. And opened it, looking at it reverently for a moment. He then held it aloft. Nestled in more black velvet was a an ancient thick needle with a very long and ancient glass and silver syringe. Inside was a quantity of Tina perfectly calibrated to Timmy’s size and level of drug experience. The entire thing was worked with a delicate filigree of silver spiders webs. Inside a substance black as night glowed with an unholy, toxic sexual light. Dimitri held it up, “Behold, the Dark Lord honors my union with the closest thing we can obtain of his own cursed strain.” Dimitri paused and gulped, he knew Timmy would struggle to transition into the Rites of Ecstacy, as the substance inside the vial would bring out his most hidden needs for pain. Getting himself together, Dimitri spoke again loudly, “This is a blood point, drawn at the Great Temple Rites, from the black glowing veins of the Temple offering slave. Drawn at the exact moment he has finally submitted to the total destruction of the Dark Lord, at the second before Dionysus comes to bring him back to light. It is a rare and special gift, for it is very difficult to hold a slave’s arm still as he submits to the ecstacy of the Horn of Plenty’s destruction of his puss, and even harder to time when he submits.” Dimitri sighed, it was a got meant as a kindness, the true reason behind the gift. The slam would transform little Timmy, making him a total pain whore on the level of Han or Rory or Jack, and while it would intensify his suffering, it would also open the door to his lifetime enjoyment of pain and sexual suffering. Lars held out his hand, took Dimitri’s original slam, and said “We will keep this safe for your beloved’s first pleasure slam, at a time you determine during the Rites of Ecstacy, the dark intent and dark prayers uttered during its preparation will only enhance his bond with you, his pleasure, and his joy. You know all this Lord Dragon, be at peace with our Dark Lord, his demands, and his servants.” After Dimitri nodded, his face a mask now without emotion, he handed his original prepared point over to the twins who retreated to their position near the emcee. The gong rang again, and the points were again presented. The entire assembly chanted “With this drug, we connect ourselves to the energies of the Dark Lord, we offer the pain that follows as our sacrifice.” Then points inserted in slave necks, arms, or cocks at precisely the same moment—Covens always acted in strangely connected ways during the Rites—then registered, then pointed, in unison. As the slam hit home, and the needles were withdrawn the men stood and grabbed their instruments of pain. As the assembled slaves started shouting in response to their punishment, the dark energy from the walks began flowing, as a wind blowing, all the torches went out and then sprang back with an even more intense red. Brother Alex, as Master of Pain, unhooked the metal dildo prepared to push it a bit further into the boy. But Timmy, his entire body glowing black with the Dark Lords energy, shouted with great gusto, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as my offering.” At that his hole stretched wide and the entire length of the dildo slid into his guts, the big metal visible through his perfect white abdomen, like a silver ghostly alien. Despite the ways the dark energy inside him made Timmy crave pain and punishment, he still cried out as the huge tool stretched him deep and had. Then each man in the Pentagram delivered one punishing crack of his bullwhip on the back of his offering. Around the room, pain was inflicted as they all chanted the ritual words. The Procession proceeded apace, stopping six times, for the recitation of the ritual words of offering and the infliction of agony to all the slaves via bullwhip. By the end, all of the offerings were staggering, mouths open and drooling, their minds lost in a euphoria triggered by the big slams and the intense pan they had endured on their sacred journey. Yet somehow they always chanted on cue, saying the ritual words of offering. Finally, they reached the Pentagram and the men and their slaves each took their places. Timmy remained on his hands and knees, in the center point, with Dimitri behind him. The slave was facing forward, as the ritual chants about pain and the Dark Lord continued. The dark wind blew stronger and more powerful, ebbing and flowing with the solemn, beat of the drum. Those with supernatural sight could see the dark energies flowing into the boy, even as his ass and tummy bucked and sagged under the weight of the heavy metal arm embedded inside it and his back bled from his fresh welts. The metal arm inside him now glowed with the same dark light that shone in his veins. Timmy wiggled and struggled, and the arm pushed itself out, so Dimitri slowly pushed it back, then began to actively use the big thing as a dildo, slowly building in tempo, as Timmy groaned and cried out, his face a mask of dark desires. Timmy was in pain, but the dark slam had changed him, made him crave the abuse more than unaltered Tina ever had. Around him, his brother Bearers had been affixed to their punishment benches, flexible apparatuses exacty like those in the audience, while their masters struck their backs and asses with belts, straps, canes, and tawsess. Their eyes were black, as the dark winds used them as focal points, channeling the wind into the lines of the Pentagram, and ending in a swirl above Timmy’s back before entering his soul. Suddenly, a final Gong sounded. The High Priest shouted, “This is the final moment of offering, the last of the Great Hour of Pain. Offer to our Dark Lord your deepest pain.” He then donned the Great Stag mask and picked up his whip. Around Timmy the Bearers and Masters drew bullwhips, and starting striking their slaves, as the slaves shouted and cried out. The dark winds turned blood red, and continued to come from, the walls, from the assembled then into Timmy, channeled through the points of the star and each bearer. Dimitri did not draw his whip, as everyone expected, but instead reached into a box and produced a large ball, at the end of which was a plug. The entire thing gleamed with a thick coating of crystal. He quickly screwed the thing onto the end of the huge dildo jutting from Timmy’s hole, and began to push, driving the replica of his massive fist even deeper into Timmy’s hole. Timmy came fully into himself and began screaming, his face a mask of anguish. As he screamed, he cried, “I offer every part of myself to you Dark Lord, take me.” After the big ball was midway in, Timmy stopped screaming. He lowered his chest to the floor, his arch perfect, and he silently accepted the huge stretch, tears streaming down his face. His veins still coursed with dark black evil blood, his body shuddered in pain. Once the ball was seated, Dimitri picked up his bullwhip and began slowly repeating the brutal pattern of welts on his back drawing a fresh line of blood. Timmy’s back glowed black, so deep was his lost in the Dark Lord’s embrace, that his blood did not run red. With each blow, he screamed, “Pain,” then “Pleasire,” over and over, “Pain” “Pleasure.” When Dimitri had rewelted the boy the ritually required three times he held the whip aloft, and shouted “we beseech thee, seal our bond, we have offered up a great sacrifice of pain.” Suddenly, the enchanted ceiling, which had been swirling with windy skies turned pitch black, and all torches and light were extinguished. The entire crowd held its breath, then their was a crack of red lightening coming from the walls and the flash channeled itself through the offerings—slaves and bearers—and entered Timmy through the huge plug in his hole. For just a second his whole body glowed red, and he convulsed and screamed as the big dildo ficked in and out of his ass six times, as if possessedn, the big monster pulled itself completely out, and then rammed itself to the root of the ball deep inside Timmy’s stretched and now punished hole. The thing glowed with an evil, malignant light, and symbols of dark alchemy flashed in red all along its length. Then, as Timmy screamed in agony his body convulsed and after the sixth hard full fuck from his fist to the end of the huge ball, Timmy’s body expelled the massive heavy dark thing. As if mesmerized, Dimitri moved forward and sank his cock into Timmy’s sloppy, loose, prolapse. The Dark One had sealed their union. The moment Dimitri and Timmy were joined in their unholy union, the Crowd above in Animal House also reached an orgasmically dark moment in a driving house set. The DJ was a Bearer of great antiquity, but who appeared as a tatted, dark haired, daddy of 60. Lord Bull, Marius Maritinelli, was in touch with the proceedings in the chamber below through his supernatural senses. He was shirtless, and his big muscle chest was covered in salt and pepper fur. He had worked the massive crowd into an absolute frenzy that night. Kneeling under the DJ table was a 20-year-old Thai boy, as pretty as they come, who had approached him in the bathroom line before his set. Presently, his pretty red mouth was full of DJ Bull’s huge cock. He’d taken the boy to the green room, filled his hot little pussy with Tina, and then plugged him with a relatively easy plug—he’d be wearing it for all of DJ Bull’s six hour set. He’d carried the boy concealed in a blanket to the DJ booth high above the crowd, and the boy had serviced him, as a fuck hole, a mouth hole, and as a urinal during his set. DJ Bull was famous among DJs for never needing a bathroom break—because DJ Bull ALWAYS had a hot Asian boy or a hot jock handcuffed on his knees for his sets. As Dimitri’s hugely engorged cock entered the delicious, fiery, satanic depths of Timmy’s ass, several things happened at once. For Dimitri and Timmy, that first fuck represented their blessing by the Dark Lord, and the strings that would tie them together for centuries tightened further. At the same time, DJ Bull flipped a switch which gradually brought his driving, fuck-me beats into the Sacred Chamber below. He also, in that exact moment—experienced an earthshattering orgasm of his own down the grasping, velvet throat of the pretty Thai boy. Concurrently, every male in the back room and the maze of Animal House came at precisely the same time. The dancing crowd experienced a surge of dark, ecstatic energy as well, and some of those gurating against each other found that they had creamed their pants in ecstacy. In the chamber beneath, all the men were fucking. Even the emcee, overwhelmed with the dark sexual power, was getting boned—in his case DP’d by Lars and Anders. As they fucked, rhythmically and hard, pounding and pounding to the music, the dark winds began to cease, and slowly, gradually, over the course of about 1/2 hour, the room began to lighten. The enchanted sky turned lighter until it shown a clear blue. Upstairs DJ Bull was transitioning out of Dark House, getting ready for the next DJ. This meant the music in the chamber grew less intense as well, and the mood became more and more ecstatic. It was almost time to worship the God of Revelry. For the experienced guest, looking back on Dimitri and Timmy’s Joining in Pain (the name the brotherhoods thinkers called the last hour of the Rites of Pain when the event celebrated a joining) all would agree it was one of the most powerful they had seen. No one would say it was THE most powerful, as these events were always extremely intense, and every time one attended or participated in one, the first thought was that it was the most intense ever. For Timmy, of course, it was the most powerful experience of his life. Dimitri’s dragon had not been joined in several hundred years, but even he thought it was powerful, almost frighteningly so. Especially since Dimitri had never seen the ball and plug accessory for the metal arm before. Much later, nearly 6 hours, as the entire congregation prepared to decamp to the dance party above, he would remember that in the throes of the Dark Trance Timmy had taken the massive thing after he had pushed its impossible length into the boy. And so Dimitri went to look and found the box. He noted first that that box bore the hallmark of the Twins of the Spider. Inside was a small black card, with white handwriting on it. “A gift from Lord Goat, High Priest of the Undertemple.” The Undertemple was the vast cavernous space beneath the Great Stag’s Temple devoted entirely to worship of only the Dark Lord. Rory had been taken there and disappeared from the Great Temple for four days before Hans, Karl, Lars, and Anders could find and retrieve him. He’d needed an intravenous drip of nutrients, saline, and six vials of the Great Stag’s blue drug to heal him, as the rites in the Undertemple were famously rough on bottom slaves. Upstairs DJ Bull had finished his set, and was making out openly with the naked Thai boy in the DJ booth. DJ Dionysus, Lord Toucan, Ubish Balam Canek, a Mayan bearer with a gorgeous bright toucan tattoo, was slowly and steadily bringing the crowd into joy. Beneath him, a gorgeous Swedish muscle boy knelt, his massive arms bound tight behind him. providing Lord’s Toucans’s massive 12 inch Mayan muscle tool all the love and devotion it inspired. DJ Bull knew he should stay to congratulate the Coven, but he just couldn’t miss the chance to plunder the Thai boy’s pretty hole. So he decided to bring the boy back to his suite, fuck him up and use him, and then bringing him to the Sunday afternoon tea dance in a mask, caged and naked, and bound with a slave collar and leash. That way he could eat some delicious Thai cake and fulfill his obligations to this Coven. Below the dance floor worship of Dionysus was in full swing. The men were all still naked, of course, but most of the leather was removed and replaced with their gold finery. Most men kept a piece of two of leather, especially cock rings, and maybe they’d wear their gold armbands next to their red leather ones. The fucking was rigorous, passionate, and joyful. Some of the masters reclined while their slaves pleasured them and the binary pairings were blurring, with men lying on their backs as two slaves fisted themselves on his mitts while the two fist-riding slaves serviced two other masters’ cocks. Within the Pentagram, though, the master-slave binaries prevailed. Until Timmy brought Dimitri to climax with his pussy while chanting the sacred words, all the wounds of every slave in the room would remain. Dimitri was in no hurry, though. He’d felt orgasm approach and held it off at least twice already. Timmy’s hole was the hottest and most velvety it had ever been, but until all trace of glowing black left the bottom sluts veins, they could not consummate their union under the protection of the God of Pleasure. Dimitri put Timmy on his back, fucking him passionately, engaging with him through kisses and soft words of love, and so gradually, over a 40 minute span, Timmy came back from the dark. As he did, it was like he was suddenly fully aware of just how much pleasure the Greeks massive 14 inches, and how much harder he wanted to be fucked. Now he was fully the little fuck pig Dimitri had creating, demanding “Harder, please, daddy, make my pussy come with your big fat cock. I love your cock my lord, I love you my lord, I love your cock, I love your fist, and love….” Dimitri smiled, pounding harder and deeper, “Say the words, boy, say the words, let both our Gods bless our union.” And so Timmy began the chant, soon taken up by first his brothers, then all the slaves in attendance: “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed.” As he sensed that there was about to be a fiery orgasm, Lord Toucan, DJ Dionysus, began to pound his muscle pigs throat harder. He kept the music happy but slowly turned up a bit of a fuck-me beat, hard, but happy. Below, the energies were flowing, now both blue and black wind blowing, with the enchanted sun shining bright. Then, suddenly, right as every top assembled neared their pinnacle, all light went out, the torches flamed alternated gold and red, and every bearer—whether celebrating in the Pentagsam or not—felt their cocks began to grow, and grown, and grow. Throughout the room bottom slaves shouted as they felt the big tools expand, as all those with supernatural size began to work their way deeper, stretch their boys holes wider, and their ownership of them once more renewed. Timmy was crying out in a mixture of ecstacy and agony, as Dimitri’s dragon cock, perhaps emboldened by all the space the giant metal dildo had created, was growing to nearly double its largest size he’d ever taken. He could feel how the dragon cock pushed and pushed and stretched and stretched. He knew that if his master were to pull out his cock out now, his masters fervent wish to bury his armpit hair in his little slaves butthole would be fulfilled. But he also felt something new, something he had not felt the few other times his magic pussy made his beloved’s cock change shape and grow in size. He understood what the others meant when they said the fuck felt like an exploration, as if its was the dragons way of getting so deep inside him that nothing about Timmy’s body or soul would ever be hidden from his Lord Dimitri. He felt Dimitri fuck and fuck him, not just the man’s massive cock, grotesquely oversized inside him as the Dragon took him, inch by inch, but also Dimitri’s mind and soul fucked him, tearing down his selfhood, possessing it, and then binding his soul and the rest of his days to Dimitri. And then, as Timmy and his brothers continued to chant, Timmy saw the decision the cock demanded he make, and he made it. As Timmy let go, submitted his entire being to Dimitri, his chants became a need, born of dark hunger inside. And then, there was a flash of blue light and Timmy screamed, as suddenly, for just 30 seconds, Dimitri’s cock was replaced by the Great Stag’s horn of plenty. Timmy’s pelvis spasmed and broken open, his hole opened out like a snake’s mouth, and for those thirty seconds Dimitri’s disappeared and the Great Stag and his massive Horn of Plenty fucked him, the Stag smiling at him and raining the blessing of Dionysus on him. It all happened to fast that in the next instant he felt Dimitri’s dragon cock spurt burning, toxic, pleasure inside him. Timmy screamed again, overwhelmed by waves and waves of ecstacy, his boypuss rolling and roiling with orgasm after orgasm. Then, Timmy’s cock suddenly got rock hard and startingspewing rope after rope of cum, Timmy felt it: the path to his beloved’s mind and soul. Feeling the connection he craved like heroin finally completed, Dimitri broke into a joyful smile, and still fucking—and coming—in the hottest ass he’d ever fucked, he leaned down, removed the collar, brought his boys face up, making out with him as tears of joy ran down their faces. The Hour of Revelry lasted just a formal hour, before it began to be less a sacred sexual ritual and more of a joyful celebratory orgy, of the kind that any open minded gay couple might host with their friends on their own nuptials. Most people stayed around for two to three hours. It was, of course, a great honor to be invited to fuck the newly bound, and Dimitri and Conrad delighted in helping Timmy- who was in a dreamy smiley state, intoxicated by the blue drug, looking for all the world like a boy who’s done some super high quality x—select the men he wanted. He of course invited Brother Mark and Brother Alex to fuck him first. Not only was it protocol, as they were the highest civilians in their Coven, but he’d enjoyed a long weekend serving each of them over the last weeks and found them both incredibly hot. He then asked for Rory’s Russian, and then asked Jack, Julio, and Julio Juan to select a personal favorite for his next fuck. It escaped no one that Jack chose a top bearer who was his exact twin if Jack were a 6’5” top with a ten inch Irish prick. Everybody knew that Jack himself would eventually become more than Timmy’s friend, but also his fuck buddy (in fact, a pool had started in the Coven the night the two boys met preceding the date). Jerome had felt it, when Timmy and had met those many weeks ago: for the first time in all the years Jerome and Jack had been together, Jack wanted to sink his hard eight inches into Timmy’s womanly ass and rut like a pig. And so Timmy played, freed completely for the first time of shame, and enjoyed directing and managing his pleasure and the pleasure of his friends. He urged Dimitri and Conrad to wander off and plunder whoever they desired, and he thrilled that he could feel Dimitri’s pleasure mixing with his own, even if his Lord was out of sight. Timmy spoke now with a new frankness, his mind transformed by his baptism in the forces of Dark and Light. For instance, he made out with Rory and Rory’s Lord Vlad while Vlad railed him, praising Lord Vlad on his fabulous body, his fabulous uncut cock, and the way the gorgeous hunk power fucked his second ring. He did not blush as man and after man asked if they could fist him. He sweetly told them no, not tonight, but he looked forward to taking their arms at the orgy being held tomorrow early afternoon, as the tea dance wore down. He used the little cards Jack had prepared guaranteeing a fuck or first to the bearer at the party the next night. Finally, reluctantly, the orgy broke up. It was approaching two in the morning and they wanted to present Timmy on the dance floor. There were thousands of men and women from across the globe, members of Covens far and wide, who had not been able to attend either the cocktail party or the sacred Rites. And so Timmy and Dimitri owed it to them to appear. And so the members of the Coven retired to the gorgeous baths, modeled after Greco-Roman ones, but—with the exception of sure shots and rainshower heads— and began and joyful, playful sexy clean up. Soon all were glittering and handsome again, arrayed in fresh dance clothes, tiny shorts in sheer fabrics on slaves, and masculine tight jeans or leathers for Bearers and other masters. Most dropped an ecstacy, and made sure the hidden zipper pockets on their arms and wrist bands, their jock straps contained their nights supply of trail mix or Tina, or Ketamine or all of the above. And then the joyful group began dancing up the sloping passage that joined their temple to the huge VIP area of one of the world’s greatest nightclubs. It was time to celebrate. And Animal Hoise was ready for its hosts. Xxxx

Thursday, March 19, 2026 Red Roof Inn by Albany airport (Albany NY) I’ll be ass up. The door will be open. All night. Hoping to get filled till I’m overflowing! If you hear by please stop by. I’ll update with room number when I check in on Saturday! 989 three hundred 1450. Text me!

Definitely share this fetish. In Vancouver. I'd love to connect.

I’m still hoping the stud uncle has noticed the liking of poz men and helps out stud fulfil his pig ambitions!

Hmmm so Rick is very aware of Dan’s sexual appetite and the monster within… of his limited stamina and has also considered ‘other’ means of making sure Dan gets pregnant. So many potential different plots for this story! Thank you @mancoco, I look forward to seeing where you take us!

I am currently working on a the chapter where Timmy finally seroconverts and joins the order. But, in the meantime I found a pic that depicts Timmy’s body pretty accurately. This boys skin is too warm (Timmy’s skin is white, with no warm undertones) but his ass is very, very like this twinks.

Awesome start

Just bottomed Anon again for this guy I've never seen. He ate me out and tongue fucked me, fingered me and then pushed his bare cock in and fucked me until he shot his load inside me.

Jordyn must be really horny … to offer himself with no limits

Looking to visit in late April with the main focus on taking as many loads as possible. What's the best place to host a cumdump? I've seen the double tree and club Philly mentioned, any other suggestions?

Oh God!! and then??

cumming to Seattle April 23-27 (arrive late night on the 23rd). Any motels good for anon open door breeding? Would Club Z be busy on a Friday morning around 1am?

Blank image or thumbnails? 🤣

Not much to see. Gotta keep it locked away.

Nice 1st chapter, has lots of potential.

Even though the focus of this story is the pozzing of Dan and how Rick and Dan navigate the journey, we see that each and together have daily tasks like everyone like us readers. Rick goes to work, and Dan has school, work, and errands to do. This aspect of the story makes it more relatable to readers, and I really appreciate @mancoco for doing this. I was curious why Rick had not gotten a butt plug for Dan sooner. Clearly, he knows the more toxic cum that's in an ass/a pussy, the more likely of a conversion. My only logical reason for this omission is that he never really was interested about successfully converting his conquests. He was out to fuck younger guys, and if they converted fine, if not, that's was fine too. Rick got to fuck young, hot guys. The difference with Dan is there's an emotional connection that never existed with the others. Rick has a plan for Dan after he converts, but the details are yet to known to us. All we know now is that Rick hopes Dan's admission into the Poz Brotherhood comes soon. He states that both the effects of HIV and fucking Dan daily is taxing his body and stamina. Let us see/find out how many more charged loads it will take before Dan experiences the fuck flu. Another wonderful chapter, @mancoco! Thanks!

There was a situation when i was 13. I was with a friend and 2 older guys early 20s got us beer. We drank all day in fields near our homes and i was totally plastered. At some point i passed out and it was 10 pm before coming around. My friend was gone. It was me and the two older guys. I staggered home. I dont know if anything happened but years later both were found out to be gay with a taste for young lads. the drinking didnt happen because i got in a lot of shit but my mate continued to hang with them. He became a junkie and ODed in his early 20s.

Hot story

I’ve been lucky enough to have some kind of sexual relationship with most of my dealers over the years but Oscar was so special.

I never understood this either. Dudes should wear a condom if they want to be safe, or they can make the decision to bareback and accept the risks—simple. The adults in the room get it, but many of these boys need to learn the program.

It happens. I just move on to the next.