Date: Fri, 08 Jan 2016 17:30:32 -0600
From: hybb543@vfemail.net
Subject: Cum-Eaters in the Land of Milk and Honey

Cum-Eaters in the Land of Milk and Honey

With the sun an hour away to the east, Eurasinia was enveloped in
darkness. Yet the servants of the ancient House of Agmondon were already
busy preparing for the arrival of day.

Malock walked softly down the stone corridor to the kitchen. He was the
overseer of all slaves in the House and had been the most trusted servant
of god Agmondon for many years. It fell to him to ensure all went according
to his divine plan so that the old deity was kept well-satisfied. His first
stop, as always, was the kitchen. He opened the kitchen door and was
pleased to see everyone astir.  Walking to a side room, he leaned against
the doorway and quietly watched the proceedings.

In the center of the room was a small oven where a servant was busy stoking
a low fire. Constructed on top of the oven was a structure whose function
was not immediately evident. From a distance it looked to be simply the top
of the oven where food was cooked. But a closer look made it clear that it
served a different function. It appeared a ritualistic altar of sorts, for
its surface was contoured to take in the precise shape of a man lying face
down. A small man.

Two sharp handclaps broke the silence. A door directly across from Malock
opened and a servant ushered in twelve robbed boys of various races and
ages. He led his procession around the circumference of the room and
stopped before the structure. He instructed the first boy in line to
disrobe, which he did. Clasped around his young cock was a chastity device
fashioned out of the horn of some animal. It was secured by leather straps
that wrapped beneath the boy's scrotum in an intricate weave that fed into
a lock. The key to this lock only a few servants possessed. The servant
knelt before the boy, unlocked the device, and led him up three short steps
onto the surface of the altar where he was laid face down. This servant
withdrew to attend to the second in line in exactly the same manner as the
first.

Another servant now approached the altar and positioned himself directly
behind and between the boy's legs. He expertly parted the boy's buttocks
with the fingers of one hand while applying a dab of animal fat to his anus
with the other. He then reached down and bought up what looked to be a
marble wand. It was 18 inches long and curved into an arc some 120 degrees
at one end. The straight end of the wand was thick and fit comfortably in
the servant's hand. The curved end was much thinner and tapered, but at its
very end a wider ball of marble had been affixed. It was this end the
servant now inserted into the boy's anus. He proceeded to work the wand
back and forth inside the boy, but never inserting it deeper than 3 or 4
inches.

Within a few moments he saw the boy's body twitch, involuntarily responding
to the wand's massage.  He looked down at the servant squatting on the
ground below, who nodded his head as he looked up at the underside of the
altar. On the altar's surface was a hole, cut out at waist level, through
which the boy's cock and balls hung through. As the servant above varied
the pressure and motion of the wand, the servant below could see the boy's
seed flow into the clay chalice that protruded half out from the lower
level of the oven which housed the fire. When the flow subsided, the
servant below grabbed the boy's cock at its base and wrung out the
remaining seed into the chalice.

The boy, spent, was stood up, washed and then re-fitted with the chastity
device. As this was done, another boy was drained on the altar in the same
fashion, and then another and so on, until the chalice was seeded by
six. The chalice was then removed and replaced with a shallow bowl which
was seeded by the remaining six boys. Both the chalice and bowl were handed
over to servant cooks.  These cooks stirred in heavy cream, milk and honey
in the chalice, and mixed oatmeal with the seed of the bowl. Both the
chalice and bowl were briefly warmed by fire and then handed to Malock who
left the kitchen and walked many lengths of corridors until he stopped in
front of a great doorway.

Opening the heavy doors Malock could see Agmondon seated upright on the
edge of his bed. He was very old and grey and looked frail. Malock
immediately cast his gaze to the floor as he crossed the bedroom and placed
the chalice and bowl on the table next to the old god. Agmondon raised the
chalice to his lips and sipped, placed it back on the table and commanded
Malock to prepare a Receptacle of 80 for his midday meal. Malock bowed and
left the bedroom, walking quickly down the corridors. Although midday was
hours away, a Receptacle of 80 was a tall order and required careful
planning to ensure the old god's meal arrived at the specified hour. He
decided to personally oversee the operation.

By the time he arrived at the slave-wing of the House, he had already
mentally selected which slave should serve as Receptacle. But he did not
know off-hand exactly which of the 20 halls this particular slave had been
quartered. With over 150 boys to a hall, it was not as if he could simply
go from room to room until the boy was found. So he entered an
administration room and asked a servant who found the slave in his records
and sent for him. When the boy arrived, Malock had him disrobe and bend
over. He licked his finger and stuck it into the boy's anus, telling the
boy to clench down hard. He did and Malock was impressed with his strong
grasp. He asked the boy whether he could hold 80 and the boy said he
could. Malock began preparations immediately.

 As the appointed hour approached, everything was just about in place. The
boy who would serve as Receptacle had been given many enemas, including one
with wine, and was ceremoniously bathed and perfumed. He was now lying face
down near the bottom edge of a narrow bed which layed in a great spacious
room. Beneath his hips pillows had been placed so that his backside jut up
and out, almost obscenely, into the air. Above him there was a stage where
older slave boys began to dance sensuously. The performance was for the 80
slave boy donors who were just now being ushered into the large room. It
was a performance meant to arouse them and it did. Upon seeing the
performers the slave boys immediately grasped their cocks. They were eager
for release, having just been freed of their chastity devices moments
before after 3 long days of sexual denial.

Malock waited patiently for a moment or two until he saw that at least a
quarter of the slave boys appeared ready. He lined these up and explained
to all once again how they must be ready at a moment's notice to spill
their seed. But only in its proper place, gesturing towards the Receptacle
whose bare upturned buttocks quivered in the fire-lit darkness of the great
room. Timing was everything, he said. He pushed the first boy forward who
took position behind the Receptacle. He gazed up at the dancers briefly and
mercilessly began to stroke his cock. He felt the urge to release in
seconds, looked down and placed the tip of his cock against the
Receptacle's well-lubricated anus and pushed, making sure only his cockhead
entered. Stroking his cock with his hand, his own buttocks clasped together
and he emptied himself into the Receptacle. As soon as he withdrew, another
slave boy took his place. Then another. And another, each time Malock
urging speed and efficiency. If too much time was to lapse, he knew, the
body of the Receptacle would absorb much of the precious seed.

After the 80th donation, the Receptacle's anus was quickly fitted with a
leather plug. He was then placed on a cot, faced up, and carried to the
room where his god Agmondon was lying down on a bed.  Above this bed a
scaffolding-like structure had been erected. They turned the Receptacle
unto his back, ensuring his buttocks protruded through the hole cut out on
the canvass surface of the cot. The leather plug was removed and the slave
boy had to fight the tremendous urge he now felt to expel his rectum's
heavy payload. The servants carried the cot over to the bed and placed it
onto a pair of the scaffolding's steps. In this position, the slave boy's
protruding ass was about 12 inches directly above Agmondon's face. Agmondon
repositioned himself slightly, reached up and lightly tapped the boy's hip
once, opening his mouth as he did. At once the boy relaxed his sphincter
muscles, but only for a brief moment. It was enough for a glob of white
seed to be released and begin a slow decent downward, connected as it was
to the boy by a thin sticky white thread. Within moments the weight of the
glob proved too heavy and the thread snapped, sending its pearly thickness
onto the old god's lower lip, which he lapped into his mouth hungrily.

He issued a command to place the Receptacle on the lowest steps, which the
servants did. Now only an inch separated the old god from the slave's
buttocks. He craned his neck upward slightly and felt a pillow being placed
under his head. His face now buried in the boy's ass, his tongue eagerly
sought out and found his anus. Placing his lips widely around its rim, he
began to suck so as to create a vacuum seal. The boy's rectum responded
involuntarily to the vacuum by protruding outward into the old god's mouth,
but the slave made sure that its contents would not be released until the
signal was given. The old god slowly caressed the boy's thighs with his
hands and then suddenly slapped them twice in rapid succession. The slave
released both his outer and inner sphincter muscles at once, and the hot
seed of 80 slave boys, just over 105 drams or 14 ounces in total liquid
volume, rapidly ejected from his puckered rectum into the mouth of the old
god. Agmondon had to immediately swallow or else risk losing some of the
precious seed his old body so desperately craved. His mouth then filled
more slowly a second time which he swooshed from side to side with his
tongue.

Agmondon then had the pillows removed and laid back, allowing what remained
of the seed to drop from the boy's anus onto his lips and cheeks. Satiated
for the moment, Agmondon nevertheless thought of the immediate future and
instructed Malock that before he retired for the night, he wished to be
infused by Charkin.

Charkin was Agmondon's favorite slave boy and it was easy to see why,
thought Malock, as he walked back to his quarters to rest for awhile. To
call him a boy was not entirely accurate, however. Charkin was already a
man, being well into his third decade. What made him special was the size
of his cock. It was of legendary proportions. Long ago, during Charkin's
puberty, he was identified as well-endowed and was thus spared the chastity
device for fear it would restrict the growth of his cock. Now, Malock could
not feel lust; under his own robes hung a perpetually limp cock, his
testicles having been removed long ago. But he could feel envy. So he had
personally bathed Charkin when he was younger whenever he could.

As the day drew to a close, Malock walked to the room just outside of
Agmondon's bedroom. The old god had been fed his dinner and was now
awaiting his nightcap. Charkin stood against the back wall of this room
while the servants organized the other 20 or so slave boys in
attendance. Once everything was prepared, they all proceeded across the
hall. Agmondon was kneeling on all fours on the edge of his bed as they
walked in. All quickly averted their eyes. Charkin had performed this duty
many times and slowly walked up behind his god, lifted his robe as well as
Agmondon's. He could see that Agmondon was well-lubed and already loose,
but Charkin also knew that no matter how well prepared he was, his enormous
girth still required him to proceed slowly.

Grasping the paper-thin, wrinkled flesh of his god's hips, he gently eased
his cockhead in, reveling in the glory of the divine anus. He paused, then
saw that the old god was eager and was easing backward. Charkin then knew
he could begin to softly thrust forward. He worked his cock in and out for
many minutes, until he felt the old god begin to loosen. Sure enough,
withdrawing completely, Charkin saw that the divine anus was left gaping
open. He looked over his shoulder to Malock who then readied the
others. Two boys were made to kneel at either end of the 20 slave boys
lined up against the wall. These 20 were already masturbating and now they
would find relief. The kneeling boys took their seed by mouth and were
careful not to swallow. When they held 10 seedings in each of their mouths,
they rose and approached Charkin who withdrew his massive cock from the
deity.  First one boy, then the other, deposited the seed they held in
their mouths into Agmondon's gaping anus. Charkin slid his cockhead back
inside and stroked himself with his hand until he too deposited his seed.

All servants and slaves then withdrew from the room and left Agmondon
alone. He collapsed on the bed face down and lay there very still for many
minutes so his body could absorb the life-giving seed that he had taken in
throughout the day, just as he had each day for more than seventy years. He
eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the immortality which would
soon be his.

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