Samael’s Brotherhood

[PozTalkAuthor]

Curious to see where it goes! I love poz brotherhoods

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A month after, I find myself in the warehouse again for the next gathering. It took me a second to spot our latest Brother. Under the dimmed lights the head of my achievement shone. Brandon wore a leather harness which complimented his knee high boots. We locked eyes and I nodded. A platform not too different than the one I was subjected to was constructed in the centre of the atrium where we congregated. A miniature Greek pillar rose at each corner. Black as obsidian, its vertical grooves contained intricate motifs toward its capital that those in the Brotherhood recognize. A skull of a ram rested on the 4 pillars. Each were hollow and contained a candle, brightly blazing through its void eye and turned to face inwards to the centre of the platform.

Despite the liberty Samael granted to the Brotherhood to be on meds, barely a quarter of us decided to, me included. By now, Samael has taken the role to supervise the rituals and to ensure that his legacy flourishes, raising Paul as his deputy. He had embraced, in his own words, the desired decay that was destined. A mezzanine of perforated iron encircled us on the intermediate level. Alone, he stood with hands clasped on the railing, head forward with a complete view of all 51 of us. 

His achievement definitely pales that of mine when I saw Brandon again. He was making his way up to the platform. Indeed, an initiate's first ritual warrants him to be acquainted by his Brothers. He got on his knees in arch with legs spread, supporting himself with his palms on the floor, arms apart. Paul was right behind him to strap his neck with a collar. He was chained onto a hidden eyebolt, causing his legs to spread wider.

The sight of his new ink on the right side of his cheeks took us in awe. I could even see it in Paul rarely reveals any expressions. He brushed Brandon's cunt, licking a few fingers before protruding him. Once it was wet enough, the rimming began. Brandon was quieter than before, he became more obedient. The moans were still there, but the voice had changed for the better. It was a remarkable progress for us to witness. It wasn't just rimming that Paul was doing, he was also priming up his cunt by gradually inserting some fine Tina dust that would smoothly absorb itself without a pain. 

Brandon started to swelter with his back perspiring beads of sweat. A sign that the ritual will commence soon.

After Paul was done, he called for a stool to sit right in front of Brandon. Still looking down, Paul held his neck, then gripped his shoulders, reaching closer to whisper to Brandon. In silence, we tried to listen but we heard only intervals of Yes in between his breaths followed by the nods of his head. Paul then gave me a sharp gaze, smirking before announcing the importance of tonight's ritual.

"Brothers, every full moon we gather to worship and offer our dedication to the Brotherhood. We are beholden to Samael who had nurtured and guided us to serve the one true deity. Fearless we became in submitting ourselves to the desire that few understand. Each of you chose this path without looking back. Ave Fratres!"

In unison, we chanted back. Paul continued.

"My brothers, tonight is not like other nights. Our new believer who I hold is different. I wasn't the first to sense it, it was our 29th brother who was behind this contribution. Praise to you, brother, praise to you. It is your right to officiate tonight's communion. Approach!"

Surrounding me, my brothers shouted in praise and thanked, fondling and pushing me closer to the platform's steps. I climbed and approached Brandon, caressing his wet back and squatting down to dive into his hole. It was just like I remembered. Tight before being lose once my tongue slips in. Brandon held his posture with the few movements being his arch going higher to give me a better portion of his hole. Not long after I was hard. I got up to adjust myself and looked at Paul. His right arm extended to pass a pipe that was filled with clouds. I looked up to exhale and see Samael nodding, perhaps mouthing "Fantastic".

I immediately entered Brandon with the sole purpose of wrecking his guts. In front of my Brothers, I restrained my empathy. Remarkably, his hole was tight as our first encounter but not once did he flinched or moved. The idea of having to frequently cunt his hole out was what made this night different. He really was a rare find. 5 minutes in and neither of us had spoken. I rammed him without mercy. Only as I was about to reach my climax did I ask him if he misses me, if this is what he wanted. I didn't care if Paul was tuning in. 

"I miss your cock in me, yes."

Few thrusts in and out of him

"It's not what I want.. it's what I need"

The last word, need, caused me to come sooner. Like before, I couldn't contain the moan I released. At least my Brothers cheers drowned it out. Paul held Brandon to keep him still while I kept spurting ropes of my seed into him. Once I pulled out, Paul grabbed my arm before I left.

"You know it is you you who's going to seat here when the time comes?"

"I am hopeful"

"Don't. Own it."

As usual, my seed always comes out and Brandon's puckered hole squeezed a trail that made puddle for the next Brother to slurp on. He lapped it from the floor to Paul, who passed it to Brandon. We never waste in the Brotherhood.

Brandon's cunt proved to be a crowd favourite. Even when it was loose, the remaining Brothers would come in the same time as the earlier ones did. It made the night shorter than we anticipated.

Once the ring of his hole formed into lips, we knew our work was done. The only challenge we faced tonight was making sure our seed stayed in Brandon. We slurped, swapped, spit & fed each other. The smell of rust could not overpower the primal scent of our sweat & semen which permeated the atmosphere. 

Given that I started, it was expected of me to also close the ceremony. I headed to find a plug for Brandon. I waited for my Brothers to gather themselves before I approached. I look to Paul who had his head close to Brandon's, whispering again. Encouragements mixed with Latin that hypnotized him. He had been put on a trance. I looked up and Samael was no longer there. 

No one noticed his displacement.  All I know was that he grabbed my wrist before I could lift my arm as I held the plug. He came in for a kiss, longer than usual with our tongues dancing. 

"Not yet"

Slowly, he made his way ahead of me to give Brandon the final load. He clasped onto the body with his muscular yet thin veiny arms. His muscles allowed him to retain the remaining vigour he had. He barely carried any fat. Still, he took his time with Brandon longer than most of us did. Paul and I were fixated on our saviour, reminiscing back to when it was us.

The rest of our brothers, off from the platform kneeled to prostrate to Samael. It had been more than 3 years since he took part. 

Finally, when he came, the room moved as if it were hit by tremors. The chants that the Brothers made, coupled with Samael speaking in Latin during the whole time he was ramming caused a wave of energy that showered us with a sort of elation.

Samael released the collar off Brandon for him to come up for a kiss. I quickly pop the plug in him. Then, his first words in a while.

"Thank you, my lord."

Samael spared no reply, he held Brandon's arm and walked with him off the platform. 

Where they were heading, we did not know. 

[Pnp-pig]

Hopefully there is more! Thanks this story is hot and my imagination is running wild.

Edited July 11 by Pnp-pig

[TaKinGDeePanal]

Damn, that pic of that wasTinG top with his poz cock balls deep in his bottom's guts fucKing turns me on!

[Anone]

I am really enjoying this story and I hope there's more chapters to come