Samael’s Brotherhood

[wtvrfzzz]

Been almost a year since I scored some T so of course I decided to write! As always, sorry for never finishing my previous stories.
*The narrator has no name for now, can't think of anything. *Please do suggest / leave feedback 

I never thought it would come to this. From the mirror across the room I catch myself thrusting onto this recently graduated twink who will soon have his life changed forever. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t see myself in him. Like him, I was clean cut, preppy, & skinny. Like him, I was insecure and felt constricted with the way I lead my life. A decade that felt like a life time.

Now, it was a different person in the reflection. The reflection told transformation. Starting from the top with my head ,a faded buzz cut and a septum piercing with some stubble. A chain necklace  with a padlock encircled my neck. No longer was my collarbone visible like this twink, it hid under the dense shoulder that flowed onto my broad pecs. Both nipples are pierced, shining slightly among my bushy chest. Arms were thick in volume with both forearms and biceps contoured. I had my left arm locked over the twinks shoulder and the right one locked onto his hips, overpowering him from moving any further. I maintained a pace to not come quick. I like to build up the precum and slowly fill whoever’s ass I’m breeding. My round and firm butt cheeks protruded at every thrust I made. I’ve always had a bubble butt even before taking the gym seriously. It was one of the reasons why I ended up on this path, starting out as the ideal cumdump to slowly building my rank as an initiator. 

 

As for the rest of my body, I treated it equally since pumping iron is an important practice when you are a part of Samael’s Brotherhood. Another was to be branded, or in formal term, insignia imprinting. Behind my neck, a burnt scar of an inverted pentagram sized no bigger than a coin etched onto my skin. Below it, curved to encircle the pentagram was a tattoo in Latin that reads, Sanguis meus tibi. 

 

My blood is for you

 

Further down, reaching the waist is a tramp stamp displaying a pair of scorpions pointing its sting to each other. Of course, the pièce de résistance is in the front, just below the navel. A standard biohazard tattoo. Both tattoo and branding are obligatory to have if you’re in the brotherhood. 

Still gazing into the mirror with the sight of me plowing this twink whose name I now remember as Brandon, I felt grateful for turning out this way. It was fate that I joined the brotherhood. If anything, I envy Brandon. To discover and appreciate the brotherhood for the first time again. There he was, bouncing on my 6 inch cock relentlessly with his wide glossy puppy eyes, close to being fully spun. He usually smokes but I chose to give a bootybump instead since the inhibition released is far more drastic than smoking. It sends you to a wild state of surrender that’s only necessary if one wants to be a part of the brotherhood.

Brandon had clearly crossed that wild line, mumbling incoherently at times but still lucid. Every 8-10 minutes he would ask if I had come, begging for my potent load when the response was negative (hah). If he wasn’t asking or begging, he would be moaning in deep heavy breaths that would drive me closer to reaching the point of no return. Hence why I try to control my pace.

We were both drenched in sweat thanks to the T. It had been more than an hour since I started plowing him. Neither of us were tired in the slightest as we were in sync. Brandon’s slender smooth figure made the fuck effortless as I barely felt any of his weight. I still had my arms locked around him with my head right behind his, whispering how well he was doing and how lucky he was that it was my seed.  Even after an hour, his ass was still tight. Clearly a good sign that this is where he belongs. 

This was also the first time I’ve met Brandon. He’s the 3rd member I’ve initiated and was vetted before hand by the newer members. At 24, he’s now the youngest after me to have joined the brotherhood. Once it’s official, with Brandon we would be 52 brothers. It was 28 when I joined 10 years ago. Expanding isn’t a priority as Samael had founded the Brotherhood as a way for nihilistic gay men that share certain interests to bond for life. Most of the time, one does not seek the brotherhood, rather it seeks you.

 

The first time I was introduced to the brotherhood, I was spun at a bath house taking loads while I was still on prep. I was bout to get my 13th load. My breeder started to speak midway. He was impressed with my ass, kneading it with both hands and gripping onto my waist. He then asked if I thought it was necessary to continue taking prep. How did he even know I was on it? I didn’t say anything.

 

“Do you know how liberating it is? To be connected in a sick twisted way with pleasure being the sole purpose?”

 

I was lucky to have Samael himself make the proposition. At 6’2, he was fit and lean yet his veins popped out and his face looked hollow at certain angles. He looked good at 50 whereas I was 5’10, lanky and just turned 26. It was from him that I learnt to take my time when it comes to breeding. Samael took his time to explain to me in detail of the brotherhood. Somehow, his words mixed with the effect of the T convinced me to seek out further. The timing too couldn’t be better as I was the last few members that were initiated through a gangbang. I still remember that night. I had been strapped onto a fuck bench for the entire night in a leather jock. I was taking my 17th charged load. I had been off Prep for 2 months. My forehead was dropping bullets of sweat, obviously spun from my first booty bump. Samael approached to kneel and craddle my head to tell me how proud he was that I was committing myself to it. I could only nod in my inebriated state as I hear my breeder moaned for the 3rd time before collapsing his weight on me to ask if I felt his warm toxic babies. I was in ecstasy by what was said because despite being incapable of speech, I truly did feel the warmth of his load jetting into me, rope by rope. The sensation had put me on a different dimension. There was also another breeder who was telling me how being poz is starting a new life and that I wouldn’t miss my neg days, how he hopes that its his load that’s going to seal the deal. Even with my limp dick, he successfully jacked me off to feed my supposed last neg load. I don’t remember everything from that night in detail but the highlights are definitely ingrained in my memory.

 

I got branded the same week and booked the tattoo appointment the day the results came out. Although it seems hedonistic, there is a guide or fundamental tenets as Samael puts it. Out of 10, one of them was the importance of physical exercise. It took me a while to get used to the gym but the more I went, the better I felt. It was also good for cruising. I’d get loaded up in the shower when it wasn’t busy or blow some DL guys in the parking lot. A side effect of joining the brotherhood, which I see as a good thing is how raunchier I became. Before, I would cruise in the forest but never in the gym. Now, even in the washrooms I would linger and wait. Something bout sucking cocks that have an after taste of piss turned me on. When one of my brothers and I gym together, we would lick each others pit off to savour the sweat before fucking in the shower together. I became piggier and less inhibited, even while sober. My brothers tell me to embrace this newfound tendency and to never be ashamed. 

 

With Brandon, I wasn’t sure how he was. He had already smoked T when I found him on all four. I started to rim him first to gage how sensitive he was. Apart from the low exhalations, he seemed to be someone who’s in control. I took the liberty to ask him yes/no questions while he was sucking my cock. So far he does have a pig side to him that you wouldn’t tell. He nodded ok to piss, ok to pits, sweat, the usuals. To truly test how far he can go, I made him a booty bump after he was done sucking. That was when the party had actually started. 

 

Back to how we were still fucking doggie style and Brandon’s out of his mind, I proceeded to ask him why he wants to join the brotherhood…

 

 

[subalex]

So fucking hot. Beautiful writing that captures the moment. Encourage you to keep writing. You are good.

[Pnp-pig]

Great start.  Looking to wanking through the rest of this tail

[SlampaBay]

So good. Can’t wait for more.

[wtvrfzzz]

 

“Because I crave cock & my hole needs cum. Any kind of cum. It’s in my nature.”

 

“Any spun slut can say that, give me a better answer boy.”

 

Each syllable that came out of his beautifully dick sucking lips was followed by his short breaths.

 

“Because it’s my destiny to serve a higher purpose. The defiance to what everyone else thinks, the debauchery that it offers. The comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone in having these fantasies. Please…tell me you’re close… please..I can’t wait any longer”

 

A decent answer that deserves to a reward. 

 

“No, not anytime soon.”

 

Brandon’s back was glistening from the sweat. The heat was as if the sun was still up rather than it being a little after midnight. Change of plans. I instructed him to stay still while I lowered the temperature and gather some gear. My precum was less than I’d hope when I pulled out. The usual trail that would be oozing from the hole downwards was shorter. I initially entered the room to his ass up on all fours, fully nude. It would be a standard initiation I imagined. The same place where I had initiated 2 other members. No frills and procedural. Yet Brandon’s determination & approach paralleled that of mine. I had to pass the baton onto him. 

 

Favouritism was discouraged within the brotherhood for we were all equal, but many had bent the rules irrespective of rank. Samael was fond of me during the first couple of months. We would have our alone time after every gathering. The earlier members were envious and weren’t shy of it. They were 5 of them. All had joined when it was half its size. They taught me a lesson one time after a full moon ritual. We had initiated a new member who Samael brought home after. Most of us left once Samael’s gone. Perhaps it was expected that each new member would be given more attention? I had no resentment. Each of us was fair game. There was no concept of having a partner as the bond of the brotherhood transcend our past heteronormative world.

 

As I made my exit, I was ambushed. A sudden kick to my calf dropped me onto the ground and the next thing I knew, my hands were yanked back, wrists bounded together by a rope. My feet were tied as tight in a bunch with my hands. Any attempts to scream were futile as we were in an abandoned warehouse far from the city. This is where we normally meet. The atmosphere was still and quiet. Similar industrial buildings nearby were left in destitute. Aside from the seasonal squatters, there was no sign of civilization within a mile radius. 

 

“So far you’ve had your pleasure, it’s time for you to learn what pain is”

 

There I was on the floor, hogtied and hard rock from the humiliation. My jock couldn’t contain it. One of my captors first noticed it before drawing closer. Ben had a stocky hairy body. In addition to the leather vest and chaps, he had a pair of studded knee high boots on. Lifting his right leg, he stomped onto my lower back. I howled from the pressure of the sole digging into my flesh. He kept his foot down for a while before lifting it. A deceptive relief. Moments after the painful pressure returned but with the other leg. I howled less. The alternations had a sadistic rythm. I couldn’t predict it. I would tense up expecting another even if there wasn’t any. Once I was certain he was done, I let out an exhale.

 

“Don’t think we’re done yet”

 

I was paralyzed from the constrictions. It was impossible to look up or around fully. Just straight ahead. The little upward tilts I could make with my head only permitted me to see up to their waist. Any more would strain my neck. My pleas remained incomprehensible from the gag. I suddenly sensed a touch on my hole. A thumb brushing onto it. I was hard again. The thumb lifted and returned, moist before circling to ease myself. 

 

“You’re lucky to have precumed so much man, we never use lube”

 

The thumb popped easily.  Then the index finger. Finally the middle. My hole welcomed it. Whoever was fingering me knew what he was doing. I was moaning back to how I was during the ritual. The fingers started to feel coarser than before..leaving a burning sensation within me.

 

“Really goddamn lucky to have this much precum. Have some”

 

The gag was taken off. My mouth was liberated for a split second before being stuffed again by a cum coated hand. It was different to the one that was still working my hole. Even before joining, I was no stranger to receiving cum at any given chance. It’s what made me part of the brotherhood. The smell and the salty bitter taste in both my ends fuelled my inner pig. 

 

When the fingering came to a halt, a heightened wave of horniness swept me. My heart raced faster. Sweats formed. Granted, I had a few puffs earlier but this was unrelated. I started to huff. My breaths were deeper, heavier and louder than before. I heard snickers and Ben mentioning how fast I learn. 

 

“This one has potential fellas. Look at that fuckin body. Who knows, it could be him standing here one day”

 

Ben crouched down to get closer. He had a sinister grin when he spoke.

 

“From the looks of it, this doesn’t seem to be a punishment, does it? No?”

 

I could only shake my head. The eye contact we made conveyed more than what I could verbalize. He saw the look of lust from my diluted pupils. He saw the pores on my face perspiring in hunger. He knew I had given into full submission. Before he stood up, he held my chin down to spit in it. I quietly thanked him.

 

My hole was invaded again. This time it was inanimate. A plug I assumed. Metal. Cold contact. It easily popped in. Lighter than I expected. It was different than other plugs I’ve had. It was as if my hole was exposed, expanded in some way. What a fool I was for mistaking the tunnel for a plug.

 

The knot that held my limbs were then adjusted. It got tighter and caused me to arch. My legs were spread wider apart. My hollow hole could feel the draft. Footsteps then followed. Ben and the rest got closer. I hear straps being unbuckled and zippers being pulled. Were they undressing? I couldn’t contain myself.

 

I can tell my brothers were standing around me. Aside from my spun out breaths, there was dead silence.

 

In an instant, a gush of concentrated chem piss expelled into my hole. The stream shot in an arc, its trajectory uninterrupted and precise by Ben. Not a drop wasted. The same couldn’t be said for the rest. The 3rd brother overflowed my hole. My brothers had to wait for the puddle of piss I contained to turn shallower. Not even halfway through his piss, the next person made my hole spill over again within seconds before jumping in front of me to make it drink it. I slurped with no complaints.

 

The last one couldn’t wait and took the liberty to finish all over my back. Was it the sound of the liquid filling my hole up to the brim? Or was it the hypnotizing stench that lingered?  It might also be the heat from the chems, accompanied by the piss covering most of my body. All that matters is that I was in overdrive. It was moments like this where I knew what my calling was. I couldn’t thank my brothers enough. I was left by them for a while to take everything in. Absoring not just their filthy piss but what had transpired. Not a single iota of regret nor shame. Even after sobering up, I look back with zero disgust. 

 

I wonder if Brandon could handle what I went through. I returned to Brandon with a duffle bag of goodies. I made him put on stained white jock and commanded him to spread himself eagle style on the mattress. I then took out some ropes and started to knot an anchor at each point. Brandon was proactive. He knew where to place his hands and feet within the loops. There was no turning back now…does he know what’s in store?

[PozTalkAuthor]

I love stories where a poz brotherhood, with initiation, is involved!

[Pnp-pig]

Two words. FUCK HOT!!

[spoonboy44]

Thank you for your story :)))

Still looking for a name? I'd suggest some form of Michael, Gabriel, Raphael or other angel name. Another fallen angel to join Samael. 

[wtvrfzzz]

Brandon being almost as tall as I was didn't make it difficult to attach his limbs at the edges. I knew the length I was used to would be the same. His ass now spread wider, I can see the tight puckered hole contracting and expanding with my precum dripping out more than before. I had underestimated myself. Seeing his buns jiggle from the slap I gave inspired a series of several more that left Brandon to moan differently. Of course, I had to finger him to know how much of my precum was in him. His insides were warm with its texture like velvet. I was impressed at how tight he still was when I felt his grip as I pulled out to offer a taste. Like a thirsty bitch he slurped, expecting more. A testament to how cum craved he was. 

I continued to collect my precum out of him. Impatient, I dived to eating his hole out, sucking it in hopes of easing it for what's coming. Though I rarely kiss the initiates, it would be a transgression to waste cum in the brotherhod. My lips met Brandon's with my tongue pushing my runny fluid into him without a protest. He lapped the outline of my mouth to savour the most of it. In vain, he tried to reach up to my mouth again as our lips parted when I stood, salivating for more. I stared down to the desperate look he gave, panting with the last drops of precum I fed dripping down both sides of his chin from the edge of his mouth. I held his head with my thumbs brushing it back in.

"Don't you worry, I got you."

He nodded silently, signalling gratitude. It wasn't enough for me. Still cradling his head with the palm of my right hand, I pulled it off to give him a light slap.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you"

"You're very welcome"

Brandon's hole now 'clean', it was time. 6 different toys were taken out from the bag. 3 butt plugs, 2 beads and 1 dildo that was as long as a wine bottle with the girth of a can. All in full steel. I decided on the first plug and placed the rest in each cells of the pentagram that was carved under the mattress. One of the 5 candles at each point were lit & I dipped the first plug in a jar of cum that the Brotherhood contributed. Before inserting, I sprinkled a pinch of T to freshen him up. He was starting to get quiet. Slowly his hole was intruded by the cold, steel glazed bulb that brought his loud screech back. The moment his rectum took it in, I heard a long sigh. I stood up to view the base of the plug in between his peachy buns slowly bouncing itself up and down to match his inner contractions. It wouldn't be long til his deep breaths returned back to the hungry huffs and pants I had earlier heard. When half the candle turned to wax, it was time to move on. Brandon screamed his loudest when the plug was pulled out. A scream of relief with a lasting yearn. The plug wasn't glossy as before, indicating how absorbent his hole was. 

I could see how spun Brandon was again with the sweat he produced. I pulled his long fringe back to the back of his head in a clip and wiped his face. I still had compassion. His hole was wide open, far from closing up in its contraction. It was now blooming.

The beads were next. 7 balls with size starting as small as a golf ball to a softball. Brandon diligently took each ball without a flinch until the last. It posed a challenge. He moaned louder as I introduced the final sphere into him. His hole enveloped a quarter of it before we came to a halt.

"Breathe slowly. Believe in your calling. Know what you were made for. Go on.."

Dead silence with only the sound his sweat drops, Brandon quietly inhaled as much as he could to allow the ball in, swallowing itself from my push. The sight of the loop curving itself was perfect. The beads were in him til the rest of the candle finished burning. The pure bliss he felt from the beads ceased when I pulled out the largest ball. Gradually the 3 balls were pulled out of him with moans that made my cock twitch. I enjoyed the spun sounds that Brandon made. It kept me hard. The change of his pitch in his moans and the rapid pantings he produced were music to me. I pulled the last 4 instantly to hear the loud tune of his cries. 

"How are you feeling?"

"FF--f-fucking great please fill my hole, please.."

The trembled stuttering voice caused my rock hard cock leak. I had to properly breed him. My plunge into him was smooth like butter thanks to his loose hole. I rammed rougher with a kind of vigour I didn't know I had. It was crucial to hear his yelps in rhythm with my charged load building itself up. The louder it was, the closer I got. 

"Are you ready? Tell me you want it, prove it!"

"I fucking want it please, I surrender myself to you, make me your sacrifice, give me your seed I fucking beg you"

It was the longest string of sentence I've heard from him since the 2nd booty bump. He shouted it clear with conviction, full consciousness. Unable to hold it any longer, I clasped onto his back as I release the potent life changing load into Brandon, losing track of the number of ropes I had came in him. Was it 6? 8? The orgasm was long and intense. I held onto him for a while, sensing my seed leaking. I popped in the other butt plug.

"T-t-thank you..."

"We're only halfway done bitch."

I stood back to the sight of his back glistening from the light of all the newly lit candles surrounding us. Perhaps it was time to brand him.

It would be less painful either way in this state. That was what I had experienced.

I headed to the stove with the iron rod displaying the insignia. Waiting it to heat up, I placed my hand to feel the back my neck, tracing the shape of the pentagram scar I received more than a decade ago. As I checked for the iron glowing, I fully see that it was actually a sigil of baphomet. I rushed to turn my back into a mirror to inspect myself. It was there. I could feel the outlines of the figure protruding out my skin. It didn't take long for the rod to be red-hot. I had to mentally prepare myself from not coming again from Brandon's screams.

Edited June 28 by wtvrfzzz
typo

[PozTalkAuthor]

I missed it, as I was working hard. But it becomes hotter and hotter each chapter! More, please!

[wonderfulwoof]

awesome

when can i bttm

[Pnp-pig]

Hot man! Thanks I gotta go clean up I blow my load all over !

Edited July 2 by Pnp-pig

[wtvrfzzz]

A sharp hissing sound filled the room before the scent of the burning flesh. The rod I held in my kevlar covered right hand pressed onto Brandon's back for not more than a minute. He gasped before the crescendo of cries came, clearly in agony. His eyes however were gleaming in a sort of accomplishment I has once recognized as my own. I know he would go far in the Brotherhood. It's not often that I get hard this long when it comes to new members. Perhaps 2 or 3 initiates have lingered behind my mind throughout the years. Though my recollection of them is now foggy, the intoxicating times that we spent were crystal clear. Brandon definitely deserved to be in that memory chest. 

I clasped both my hands onto Brandon's back with a wet rag in between to soothe the scar in a straddle. He arched as hard as he could to offer his pulsating hole up to my stiff cock, engulfing the tip of it with a squeeze that yielded me to sink the rest of my shaft into the newly made cunt. I collapsed onto his back with my legs locked onto his with my  hands still held on his neck. Skin to skin, we were attached with my long hard erection enveloped within him whole. I made no movement. I was confident that there's more to unravel with this cunt.

Brandon showed no signs of slowing down. Still bounded and in heavy huffs, he arched himself up and down. He gyrated himself onto me as my limps clasped onto his tightly. My charged shaft was being stroked from his movements, slowly milking my precum. Though I remained still, it took an enormous mental strength to hold myself from releasing my sacred seed. It wasn't time. We were in this rhythm for almost 20 minutes.

I whispered encouragements to him, observing his facial expression with eyes devoid of the person I first saw hours ago. He had been reborn. No more signs of hesitation or uncertainty, his glimmering pupils expanded, showing zero doubt. They contained a look of unwavering dedication to the Brotherhood. My work was almost done.

The sweat radiating from both our bodies lessen the friction of my clasp. The more Brandon's back rise up to thrust, the loser my grasp got. It was my turn to take over. I finally threw the rag off to hold his arms wider before sinking down to him with my legs doing the same. He was quick to follow my straddling as a sign to stay still. I reached onto the knots at the edge of the bed with my hands and feet in a pull, tightening the restraints to fully immobilize him.

Bodies no longer locked, I stood above to view him again. Here lies a a maverick, in its truest sense who has finally ascended. There was something satisfying in seeing him struggling to move. 

"Please fuck me again, please I know it's not over yet. Please please"

Even his arch failed. Only his fingers and toes wiggled. I leaned down to shut him up with a gag. After closing the loop behind his head, I noticed the outline of his scar forming, compelling me to leave a kiss & a smooch that made Brandon screech. Thanks to the gag, drool poured out from his mouth. I swiftly cupped some of it as a secondary lube to stroke my hard on. Other

The final act was about to commence.

Rather than putting my weight onto him, I began to squat on his lower back, faced down to his glistening upper back. My cock twitched every time I stare at the insignia scar. I lowered myself down, supporting myself with both arms on the bed before bulldogging into Brandon. I couldn't spare any more time. Dawn was approaching soon. His cunt was warmer than before. It slushed my precum that I cupped to feed Brandon with his wide mouth. I yanked the gag off to let him relish my cum coated palm. I also needed to hear that pleading voice to send me in overdrive. It didn't take long  for me to reach it when the moans vocalized itself. Something I failed to mention was how deep Brandon's voice was. It was the most masculine part bout him. The depth of his pitch resonated my eardrums in harmony. 

"Fuck, I don't think I've ever felt this kind of chemistry with anyone. What a cunt. I assure you that your commitment will be merited. Lose yourself, bitch, don't be shy"

My pace increased with his moans. If it weren't for the Brotherhood, I wouldn't have learnt the methods and ways I could achieve pleasure. I wouldn't be able to practice nor promote the progeny required. These were lessons for a special group of men to follow. For instance, it teaches how to remain at the point of no return and why it is important.

I was 20 minutes in Brandon. I starred at his eyes while I thrusts into him. Still spun, his ass was no longer tight. Was he to become normal, like the rest?

 

 

[Pnp-pig]

I wanna be Brandon! Great story!

[wtvrfzzz]

Or was he different? Like the rest of the initiates, his cunt had been made. What follows is a series of rites to determine one's rank within the brotherhood. It is customary for novices to have their rank set by the Brotherhood prior to initiation. A new Brother is expected to obey and respect the regime that has been made specifically for him. I was curious to see the plan set out for Brandon.

I came to release my seed into him almost a little before it had been 30 minutes. A feat that I'd say I was proud of given the amount of T I've consumed. A combination of Brandon's voice & the sound of my balls slapping onto him fast tracked my orgasm. The final thrusts leading up to my climax forced out an eruption. A groan so loud that it took me by surprise. I saw the web of veins trickling with sweat from my forehead down to the neck popping.

Once my seed was drained, I needed to catch my breathe. All Brandon could verbalize were repetitions of "Fuck" and "Oh My God". I could tell he was satiated from the smirk he held with eyes closed. His lips too were shut but his breathed remained trembling. As soon as the restraints were loosen, I sealed his cunt with another steel plug. I wiped his body with a towel, congratulating him with my arms wrapped in a cradle. It wasn't long before I thoroughly scrubbed him in the shower to also give him a shave. Besides the eyebrows, he was shaved close to completion. Right down to the scalp, not a strand of hair stuck out of his polished head.

The Brotherhood requires Brothers to adhere to the rule of maintaining a skinhead for a full year. Its purpose was to facilitate elder Brothers to impart their knowledge at any opportunity when they are in proximity. Novices must acquiesce. Failure to yield would result in rank stagnation. 

I remember 5 months in as a novice. Fresh & full of high viral load, I was in demand. A monthly gathering had been held in another part of this warehouse. I was still the latest Brother. On a dais, Samael sat on an upholstered chair in the center. Ben stood to his left and Paul, another Brother of equal rank to his right. The rest of us formed a curve that met from one end of the platform to the other, forming a semicircle.

The gathering was heading to another direction. It was stricter than the previous ones. It became apparent the moment I felt Samael's gaze and nod. My shoulders were held and pulled up by the Brother to my left and right. I was brought out of the file to face Samael's feet. My knees were on the floor while my chin was right at the edge of the platform. In a jock, my arms were pulled back with a long bar placed in between my wrists and my ankle. It served as a restrain that exposed my hole. The room turned silent when Samael raised his right hand. 

"Let us remind our younger Brother that there is still...so much more for him to learn, to appreciate the beauty of our beliefs." 

Paul then spoke a word in Latin followed by another two or three that merged to a chant which brought all the brothers to sing in unison. It was ominous. Though I wasn't touched, I felt tremors. Ben then approached with a box to reveal a gas mask. Right before securing it on my head, we locked eyes. A blank stare of pity that turned to pride when he nodded with a wide smile to the rest of my Brothers. A series of tubes latched onto my mask. Without a warning, smoke started to fill in, forcing me to inhale it to avoid my eyes from stinging.

I could barely see Samael above from the smoke. I did catch a glimpse of Paul turning a nozzle that controlled the flow of the amount of smoke entering in me. Once it came to a halt, I was rejuvenated. My hole started to bloom, in and out I feel the inner rings protruding. I knew I had to cunt myself out again. Ben validated my thoughts when he declared the importance of ensuring one's hole was properly cunted. 

"A fine cunt is when it's not too tight or too loose, like an actual cunt. This novice's hole can do no wrong, it needs a bit of work done first. Brothers, you may proceed. "

No brother was left behind. Each of them seized my hole, treating my cunt with spunk. Pulling out was forbidden. Any spillage was either devoured or fed. After my 12th brother had shot his load, I felt the circumference of my hole puffed, highlighting its transformation. By the time my 15th brother started to rim, he couldn't help but to smooch my ass lips that our brothers created. I was indebted to them.