Date: Sat, 31 Aug 96 17:30:00 -0500
From: perseus@chained-rock.com
Subject: Ass Abbey

Here's a story I wrote after a recent trip to England.

ASS ABBEY

Josh was hustled quickly from the ornate 15th cent. choir stalls, and 
whisked off into the crypt of the building.
The boy's saucy attitude was apparent as he smirked at the verger. "Where 
are we going? The dungeons? Oooh, scary!"
"If I were you I'd show less attitude, young man."
"You talk big for a sissy in a black dress."
"You have disrupted the Solemn Office. For this you will be punished."
Without warning, the verger had Josh in a half-nelson. He was amazingly 
strong for his size. Stunned, Josh could hardly resist as he was forced 
down a series of dark and twisting corridors.
The young man had been hitch-hiking across Britain during the summer 
before his senior year at a private art school. The only child of a 
moderately wealthy but profoundly disinterested American family, his only 
posssions on the trip were a large rucksack and a cocky attitude. It was 
the attitude that got him in trouble during the service. Josh realized 
that his rucksack must be up in the gothic abbey somewhere. His grip on 
the arrogant smirk was slipping fast.
At first the 18 year old boy (who, of course, thought himself a man) was 
amused by the fact that he had so successfully gotten under the skin of 
the pompous official. But, truth to tell, all of a sudden the little boy 
inside him found the gloomy crypts positively creepy. And there was 
something serious about the man's grip on him that intimidated Josh to 
silence.
Abruptly, Josh was hustled into a room behind a heavy oak door. Putting 
his knee against the lad's lower back, the verger forced the boy swiftly 
down to kneel on a large prie-dieu. Before he realized what was 
happenning, Josh found that his hands had been cuffed somehow to the 
sides of the desk down near the floor on the front. This forced his head 
and upper chest down against the book desk. Then the verger lifted the 
boys legs up and held them tightly together, body parallel to the floor. 
Quickly, the man popped off Josh's shoes, undid his fly and stripped the 
jeans off his legs. Kicking to no avail, Josh found that his knees were 
forced down onto the kneeler. The verger knealt atop him, forcing his 
legs between the boy's knees which he strapped tight to the frame at the 
outside corners.
The entire struggle had taken only 30 seconds.
As the boy caught his breath the verger locked the heavy oak door, 
plunging the room into darkness for a moment before the verger flicked a 
lighter. Quickly he lit several fat candles, whose light showed a small 
chamber with a vaulted ceiling, a carved altar opposite the door, and 
other smaller niches in the side walls. On the floor before the altar was 
an iron thurible with a few weak wisps of incense smoke curling through 
the pierced cover. Josh, inhaling these fumes, was startled by their 
pungent musk. The smell was so compelling that, for a moment, he forgot 
to be afraid.
The scene: a dark blond, muscular youth, in tee shirt, briefs and socks, 
hunched over an antique prayer desk which was fixed to the floor before 
the small altar, his arms stretched straight down in front, head 
hanginging over the desk, knees spread wide and tied to the relatively 
high kneeler; his full buttocks stuck back and out, stretching the thin 
cotton seat of his underpants, his muscular tawny young thighs spread and 
bent deliciously; six bee's-wax candles, accentuating the warm glow of 
the young flesh; and a trim, 40 year old man in a simple black gown, 
admiring his work.
The brief silence was broken by a smack as the verger brought his hand 
down on Josh's tight young buttocks. The boy yelpled and cried out, but 
the spanking continued. The helpless boy tried to wriggle his ass aside 
but the man grabbed his waistband at the back. As Josh struggled, his 
underwear was pulled deeper and deeper, wedging into his asscrack and 
exposing more and more of his cheeks. As the blows fell on his naked 
skin, they stung more and he squirmed harder. The tightly pulled up 
underwear soon had the additional effect of bunching his genitals, as 
well as pressing directly against his sensitive anus, and the continued 
squirming had the effect of massaging these erotic areas.
Josh's cries and protests went completely unnoticed as the blows rained 
down. The stinging pain soon had him in tears, and he had less energy to 
cry out at his tormentor.
Curiously, despite the pain, or even enhanced by it, the rubbing of the 
underwear on his anus and cock was stimulating a sexual response. He 
groaned as his cock started to swell in its painfully restricting pouch. 
As the boy's cock became hard, he struggled less and pushed his hips back 
to ease the increasingly painful pressure at the root of his swelling 
penis.
After a while, Josh realized that the blows were coming less frequently 
and landing softer. The verger let his palm rest on Josh's red and 
sensitive flesh, cupping his buttocks for longer and longer periods 
between hits. After a while it was plain the the man was openly massaging 
his buttocks. Coming after the previous pain, the pleasure was greatly 
intensified and Josh could not help emitting a moan as his cock became 
fully erect. As he pushed his hips back to ease the pain at his root, the 
man's hand slipped into his crack and pushed a wad of the bunched fabric 
firmly up into Josh's anus. His erect young dick, painfully restricted, 
pointed straight down between his spread thighs. The boy emitted a deep 
groan. The sexual pleasure of his hard cock was exactly offset by the 
aching pain throbbing at it's sharply bent root.
He was desperate to relieve the pressure, but he could not make his 
willful cock deflate. How he longed to be able to release the tight 
briefs.
He felt the man's hand pluck playfully at the waistband under his belly, 
almost but not quite releasing him.
"Please," he grunted.
In one nimble move, the man twitched Josh's waistband clear of his cock, 
tucking it behind his balls. Josh's throbbing cock sprang free. The rush 
of relief was almost orgasmic. He moaned and caught his breath. Moving to 
the side, the older man took an incense brick and placed it in the 
thurible. As a fresh plume of scented smoke puffed out, Josh found 
himself breathing deeply, trying to define the smell. He couldn't pin it 
down, but it gave him a pleasant rush.
The man was no longer pulling on the back of his shorts, yet they 
remained bunched in his crack, firmly pressed into his dry asshole. The 
verger knelt behind the boy, admiring his hot red ass cheeks with the 
cotton shorts bunched into a rope in the butt crack. Leaning close, the 
man blew a long cool stream of breath at Josh's crack and buttocks. Josh 
twitched and jerked, as the faint teasing breath tickled his 
hypersensitive ass skin; it was at once so ticklish, and so frankly 
sexual, that he gasped sharply. But his struggle did no more than make 
his cock, now free, bob and throb.
The verger went to work, never hurrying, blowing gently all over the 
boy's buttocks, crack, inner thighs, balls, and cock. Josh's breathing 
grew ragged as the stimulation continued, making the adolescent youth 
hotter and hotter. Every so often the man would stop, gently massaging 
Josh's back or thighs, and adding more incense. It was during the first 
of these breaks that Josh really looked at the altar. It was directly 
before his face, just a yard away, but at first it had been too dark, and 
then during the spanking he had been struggling too much, to see any 
detail. Even now it was slightly obscured by the incense. But now his 
eyes had adjusted, and he could see that it was elaborately carved with 
naked figures.
They were all male. And they were all having sex: men masturbated 
themselves or each other, watching from the edges as comely youths were 
abused by lusty satyrs, their handsome young mouths and anuses penetrated 
by fingers, cocks, serpentine tongues and large wooden dildoes. The whole 
frieze was like an ornate scrollwork of limbs, cocks, tongues, and 
buttocks, intertwined in a perverse pagan orgy. In the center was an 
elaborate arrangement he couldn't quite see through the incense. Taking 
in a deep breath of the heady fumes, he blew them aside. Revealed in the 
center, arranged in a curving triangle like the trinity, was a lewd sex 
chain of larger figures: a boy on his back with his legs in the air, 
being forced to lick the genitals of a well-hung bearded man, who in turn 
slavered enthusiastically at the anus of a satyr, who himself bent down 
to thrust an immense dildo into the asshole of the boy. The two upper 
figures, man and satyr, held the boy's arms and legs tightly, making it 
clear that a kind of rape was intended, but the boy's expression was one 
of ecstasy. All three figures were coming, their ejaculate hitting the 
center of the triangle in a six-petal rose.
Josh stared at the erotic altar, incredulous. Suddenly he felt the man 
begin to blow air on his private parts again. He jerked as the air played 
around the edge of his anus where his underwear was deeply embedded. 
There was a moment of clarity where Josh saw that he was in a situation 
that was evil. Un unknown man had abducted him, tied him up, stripped him 
nearly naked, spanked him painfully, and clearly intended to abuse him 
sexually. And yet it could not be denied that the increasingly sexual 
attention he was receiving, truly felt wonderful, hotter than any sexual 
encounter he had ever had.
He ought to struggle, yell, try to free himself or get help. And yet - 
his adolescent hormones were all in favor of orgasm.
And, of course, there was the undeniable fact that he was helplessly 
bound, and that no one was ever going to hear him through the stone walls 
and solid oak door even if he yelled for help all day.
And that the air blowing on his balls really did feel terrific.
And that the incense was giving him a hell of an erotic head rush.
Josh moaned and squirmed his hips in a slow, grinding circle. The man 
blew a stream of air up and down his shaft, lovingly. Josh could tell 
that his head must be right between his inner thighs, face upturned. How 
he longed to close his legs around the man's neck, to make him suck his 
cock dry. Like that satyr on the left of the altar...
As the verger continued to tease him, blowing air with breaks to massage 
him gently, Josh became almost hypnotized staring at the altar through 
the incense, squirming gently with sexual frustation, until the lewd 
scenes became almost real, combining with the tendrils of curling white 
smoke. He could see the figures moving and flowing, the boys' smoothly 
muscled bodies in elegant torsion as their rounded buttocks were impaled 
by sliding pistons of cocks or dildoes, sucking eagerly at dripping dick 
heads, or kissing the mouths or buttocks of satyrs or other boys. After a 
while he became fascinated by one scene: a boy held aloft and spread at 
the four limbs, his nipples pinched with tongs, while beneath a satyr 
crouched with huge tongue thrust deep into the boy's open asshole. The 
tongue was large enough that the effect was certainly that of 
tongue-fucking, more than rimming. And the boy, his neck and back arched 
in ecstasy, released a solid column of gushing jism, erupting 
spontaneously from his untouched cock.
Josh stared fixedly at this, seeing the point where tongue entered 
asshole in minute detail. After a long while he realized that the verger 
was blowing on his asshole, so close that the breath was warm and moist 
against him. He could feel the underwear getting warmer and warmer until 
he realized that the man's lips were lightly pressed to the very fabric. 
He groaned, motionless. After a long moment the man pressed harder and 
Josh felt the man's cheeks touch his spread buttocks.
It was going to happen. Josh, bound, almost naked, helpless, was about to 
have his ass eaten. He knew he should shout, protest this lewdness; 
instead he was near breathless with excitement.
The man began to lick the fabic, soaking it with saliva. Then Josh was 
left gasping as the man proceeded to elegantly tease the drenched, 
bunched up cotton from his asshole, using only his nimble tongue. He 
never touched Josh's ass flesh directly, skillfully touching only the 
fabric. Once teased out, the man licked the fabric flat against his 
crack, making it really wet, plastering it completely against him in a 
thin layer. Then he proceeded to stretch the cloth, pushing his tongue 
into the boy's bottom, never bunching up the fabric but using it like a 
thin cotton condom. He then played with the foyer of Josh's ass, licking 
and nibbling through the cloth to a depth of an inch or so.
Josh was moaning, staring at the altar scene.
Then things went to a new level. Briskly, the man inserted his tongue at 
the top of the waistband, then rolled Josh's underwear down over his ass. 
Still using only his tongue, he shoved the shorts down the boy's spread 
thighs as far as he could, leaving his ass completely naked. Then, moving 
his tongue in vigorous circles, he licked up the insides of Josh's 
thighs, pausing to suck on his ball sack before moving agressively up, 
licking the sensitive ridge between his legs all the way up to Josh's 
virgin anus and plunging right in.
The boy was bucking wildly by the time he got there, but the verger 
grabbed his hips and held him still for a passionate, wet rim job. Spit 
dripped down his ass crack, tickling his balls and cock. Josh moaned and 
panted as the tongue, made of equal parts sandpaper, velvet, and muscle, 
made love to his tender asshole. As the aggressive rimjob continued, Josh 
lost himself in the preverted altar carvings, mesmerized, feeling himself 
to be part of that lewd pagan orgy.
It was only some time later, as the verger reached around to play with 
his nipples, that Josh realized he was getting desperate to come. Indeed, 
he felt almost like he was going to come without touching his cock, like 
the boy on the altar, only somehow it wouldn't happen. The need to come 
got greater and greater.
The rimjob continued vigorously. He loved it, but the need to come was 
making his balls ache. Surely the man intended do something else - like 
jack him off, or even fuck his ass. Josh wasn't too sure he wanted that, 
but the tongue felt so good he was satrting to think something bigger 
would feel even better. But the rim job went on on and. Groaning, 
wiggling his ass, he longed to come, longed for the man to do something, 
anything...
He began to think that maybe he could ask the man; ask him to let him 
come. It seemed so demeaning, and yet he had to come, just HAD to...
After a few minutes of this internal debate, he gave in.
"Please," he whispered. "Oh, please... I need to ... come..."
The noisy anal slurping continued unabated.
He raised his voice, and said "Please!"
Hearing his own voice, husky, sexy, reverberating in that dark stone room 
made him strangely excited. It was like hearing someone else. He had to 
say it.
He said in a firm, clear voice: "Please, please make me COME!" And it was 
like, with that word, a plug was released and he began to beg with 
abandon. The sound of his own voice, pleading, sexual, drove him on, as 
he begged the man to do it, make him come, jerk his cock, force him, 
force him to come while he ate his ass, anything, raping him, fucking him 
till he came, fucking his horny ass, fucking it hard...
He begged with such fervor, living out the scenes in the carving, not 
realizing that he was soon begging to be used in every way portrayed. Not 
realizing for several minutes that the man was no longer licking his ass.
He was fingerfucking him.
Josh was a little panicky - still intensely aroused, but nothing had been 
that far up him before. The man opened him up, adding fingers and 
thrusting deep, as his horny body cooperated. The after a while the man 
stopped and went to a credence nook at the side. Josh craned his neck and 
saw that there were several dildoes with very long handles and a cruet of 
oil. The man selected a medium size white one, about the size of Josh's 
own cock, and greased it up. He then poured oil on Josh's ass and worked 
it in. Josh pleaded with the man not to do it, but he seemingly paid no 
attention and inserted the prosthetic cock fully. The dildo narrowed at 
the base like a butt plug before ending in a sturdy wooden handle. As his 
anus reached the narrow spot it snapped tight. The dildo was lodged 
firmly, its large head against his horny young prostate.
Josh felt overstuffed, his virgin rectum stretched on the impaling 
member. Try as he might, he could not shake the dildo out of his ass. 
Indeed, the shaking made the long handle wobble, which had the effect of 
making the dildo head grind in circles against his tender prostate.
He knew he should stop, but he couldn't help himself, bucking his hips 
sharply to create a fucking sensation.
The verger smiled. It was time to go further. The man took a small knife 
and removed Josh's underwear and tee shirt, then pulled off his socks so 
that the boy was fully nude.
The verger watched with pleasure as the muscular boy squirmed in writhing 
sexuality, his cock bobbing in tempo with the dildo handle. The boy's 
tender moist mouth was open, emitting moans of pleasure.
Keeping his eyes on the boy's pretty lips, parted and pink, he swiftly 
removed his own vestments. From a concealed closet he removed his costume 
and donned it: satyr mask, hairy leggings, and goat-hoof clogs. The man, 
though short, was impressive, with muscular shoulders tapering to a 
narrow waist and tightly sculpted buttocks. His rippled, hairy stomach 
and trim lats focused attention on his impressive penis, fully rampant 
with a dark purple head. The leggings, plain dark tights on the calf, 
were covered with long goat hair over his shapley thighs, each held in 
place with a tight elastic band just below the spring of his buttocks. 
The clogs completed the lewd ensemble, as well as giving him greater 
height.
Nimbly, the faux-satyr sprang between Josh and the altar, thrusting his 
hips in the boy's face. Holding Josh by the hair, he spanked the boy's 
downy cheeks with his hard cock for a while before shoving the whole 
thing into his mouth. Josh struggled as he was forced to accept the full 
length of the rock hard member, gagging as it hit the back of his throat. 
He swallowed convulsively, sucking on the cock involuntarily. He couldn't 
breathe. Then the man withdrew, leaving Josh gasping. The cock approached 
again, but Josh closed his mouth. The man jerked Josh's head sharply, 
slapping his dick against the boy's lips. Josh, having made a minute 
examination of the altar, certainly knew what was expected, and also knew 
he had no choice. Groaning deeply, he gave in, licking the cock of the 
man who held him captive.
As he serviced his captor, Josh was acutely aware that they were living 
out a scene from the carving: a muscular youth forced to fellate a lusty 
satyr. The knowledge of this somehow made Josh hotter, and he continued 
to buck his hips. The dildo filled him at one end as the man's cock 
filled him at the other. Eventually his throat grew more relaxed, and he 
sucked well, tonguing the man's shaft vigorously.
The satyr-man growled with pleasure, pumping the boy's head up and down 
his shiny shaft. With his other hand he reached back to pleasure his own 
anus, spreading his goat-thighs wide and rubbing it hard. Then he spit on 
his fingers and gave himself a rough finger-fuck. The satyr moved 
lasciviously, exulting in his dominance of the handsome boy, pleasuring 
himself without shame.
The fellatio rape continued...
At long last, the man coiled up with impending orgasm. Grabbing Josh's 
head with both hands, he released his seed, pumping it straight down the 
boy's throat. Man and boy convulsed, the one in orgasm, the other 
helpless even to gag as the semen gushed down his violated gullet.
Finally the man withdrew. Josh was gasping for air. After the man had 
recovered somewhat, he took a collar and leash from the table and 
fastened them to Josh's neck. Standing with his back to the boy, he 
passed the leash between his legs and bent over, spreading his legs wide 
and backing up. With the leash, he pulled Josh's face right into his 
manly ass crack. Josh resisted, but the choker collar tightened, cutting 
off his air.
The boy knew he had no choice. Tentatively at first, and then with 
increasing vigor, he rimmed the man's asshole. Amazingly, he soon found 
the tangy, salty taste of the man's ass to be delicious. After a while it 
was no longer necessary to keep pressure on the leash, and the man-satyr 
could move his hips freely, squirming with pleasure as the helpless boy 
slurped at his ass hole.
Josh knew this was completely degrading, and yet again he found himself 
obsessed with the fantasy image of a half man, half beast satyr forcing 
an innocent youth to perform lewd acts. Josh ate the man's ass well, 
remembering how wonderful it had felt when the man had rimmed him. 
Thrusting his strong tongue deep, he made passionate love to the man's 
asshole.
It went on for some time, but finally the lascivious ass-eating had the 
man-satyr ready for rougher play. Pulling his buttocks away from the 
boy's wet face, he sprang behind him and grasped the dildo handle, 
holding it still. Unable to stop pumping his hips, Josh fucked himself on 
the dildo. The man poured more oil on it, and Josh shamelessly rode the 
slick shaft, his handsome features distorted into something wild, 
something pagan, something very like the crude vitality of the ancient 
carvings.
The satyr-priest knew it was time for the final part of the ritual.
Abruptly, the man withdrew the dildo. Josh was left gasping, his 
well-fucked hole gaping. The boy felt empty, and was once more acutely 
aware of his throbbing cock aching for release.
"Please," he begged. "Please..."
The man mounted him, ramming his huge erection to the hilt in one searing 
thrust. Josh cried out, a deep gutteral grunt of pain and sexual need, as 
the man fucked with abandon, thrusting like an animal. The beautiful, 
muscular youth gave up his virginity, struggling, bucking, finally 
moaning with acceptance as the tight muscles of his anal canal softened, 
feeling each sturdy thrust like an explosion of pleasure.
The lusty satyr fucked his victim well, making the boy suck on his 
fingers, or twisting his nipples, or nibbling on his neck, playing him 
like a cello until the boy was moaning musically, submissively accepting 
the total sexual dominance.
Gleaming flesh and carved stone blended with the exotic smoke in the 
flickering candle light, blurring together in a timeless fantasy. 
Silently, the walls watched, absorbing the grunts of the participants, 
joining them to the memories of centuries of lust, moans echoing beyond 
the range of hearing.
When it was time, the man stroked the boy's cock, releasing a solid spray 
of juice that shot five feet straight out to splash against the carved 
rose at center of the altar. Spasming uncontrollably, Josh experienced 
one long incandescent explosion, gallons of cum draining his swollen 
balls dry, ass muscles clutching at the swollen cock that was pumping a 
load of its own into his bowels.
Spent, Josh slipped into unconsciousness.


ASS ABBEY - pt. 2

When Josh awoke, he was hazy for some time. After a while, he realized he 
was not in familiar surroundings. He lay on a small bed in the center of 
a small stone chamber. A bit of thin sunlight came through some slatted 
shutters, but enough to see by.
At the foot of his bed, up in the corner like a hospital room, was an old 
TV set. Amazingly, it appeared to have a black and white porno film on. 
There was a close-up of a hand massaging a pair of muscular buttocks. 
Josh had, typically, awoken semi-hard. With this stimulus, his 
18-year-old dick was fully erect in seconds.
It was only when he tried to reach for his cock that he found he was tied 
up. Startled, he rose to a half sitting position. His hands were tied to 
the bed frame at either side. Also his ankles were tied to the outside 
corners, spreading his legs. He was wearing a rough white gown of some 
sort, zipped up the front.
He settled back in bed, unsure what to do. He glanced up at the TV again.
The camera had pulled back, showing more of the scene. Josh realized it 
was homo porn: there was this kid, an all-American type, tied to a funny 
desk, while this athletic-looking older guy blew air on his ass -
Josh shot nearly upright as realization dawned. He remembered what had 
happened.
"No!" he cried out. "Oh, no, no, no..."
There he was on the screen, squirming with mounting lust as the man 
massaged him. Josh watched, horrified, as the man went to work with his 
mouth, playing with the underwear in Josh's asshole.
The scene cut to Josh's face. He was moaning with desire. There could be 
no doubt about it. Josh had enjoyed it. A lot.
Josh slumped back onto the mattress and groaned in misery. He felt so 
degraded. It was disgusting. But, somehow, he had to watch it...
The camera zoomed for close-ups of the lewdly carved altar scenes. The 
figures sprang vividly to life, and Josh remembered how hot the scenes 
had made him at the time. Then the camera was back on his face for a 
close-up before panning down his muscular back to show the man with his 
face buried in his asscrack, now covered with a thin sheet of spit-soaked 
cotton. The man raised his head, and then slowly removed Josh's underwear 
with his tongue.
Josh held his breath as he saw his own buttocks and asshole gloriously 
revealed. Wet with spit, reflecting the candlelight, his ass gleamed 
beautifully. He had to admit it was a gorgeous ass. He found himself 
watching breathlessly as the man slowly licked up his thighs, gasping as 
the man finally licked his naked asshole.
Josh found that he was grinding his hips, working the head of his erect 
penis against the robe he now wore. He knew he shouldn't be turning on to 
this degrading scene, but he couldn't help it. The powerful narcissistic 
thrill of seeing himself have sex was hot stuff. And god - that rim job! 
He could still remember how it felt, the man's tongue driving him wild 
with pleasure...
Eyes glued to the TV, he squirmed and rolled, trying to get his cock 
close to his hand. No matter what he did, he couldn't quite do it. Nor 
could he roll far enough to hump the mattress. He was stuck. An 18 year 
old kid, horny, alone, watching a porno movie of himself that was, 
frankly, hotter than hell.
And he couldn't jack off.
And the movie WAS hot! It was a narcissist's dream come true. The long 
shots showing every detail of his beautifully muscled body, his handsome 
face moaning with lust, the close-up shots of his ass being serviced by 
the lascivious man... hot, hot, hot!
Josh watched the screen avidly, brushing his cock as much as possible 
against the robe he wore. Humping his hips. He even worked his butt 
against the bed, trying to bunch the robe up in his ass crack.
The door to his cell opened quietly. He didn't notice until people 
started to enter the room. There were six of them, dressed in monks robes 
of black wool, with hoods drawn. They said nothing, standing in two rows 
on either side of the bed, staring down at him. Josh gaped at them. One 
man leaned over and unzipped his robe from top to bottom. The monks drew 
the cloth wide, revealing his naked body.
And his very erect cock.
Josh rolled, trying to hide his groin, but it was impossible.
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing to me?"
Josh pulled at his restraints, to no avail. The men said nothing, staring 
at his nude body.
Then, from the TV, came his voice: "Please... Please make me COME!" 
followed by the continuous begging he had spouted, debasing himself, 
talking dirt.
Josh remembered what it was like, that moment when he let loose, got into 
the degradation. It had been so hot.
And now... the humiliation of it. These men, listening to his lewd talk, 
watching him beg for sex on film, while he was lying here, unable to hide 
his naked body from their gimlet eyes.
Unable to hide that he was really turned on.
As the begging continued, growing ever more lewd, he could not stop 
squirming his hips. Now he had not even the robe to rub against.
On the screen, the finger fucking had started. Josh watched in 
fascination as his ass was penetrated. Then, the verger started to 
prepare the white dildo.
Suddenly, one of the monks moved, opening a cupboard in the wall below 
the TV. Inside was a rack of long handled dildoes, similar to the ones on 
the screen. Josh realized that they were going to fuck him with the 
dildoes while they forced him to watch the same on TV. Somehow the idea 
made him hot.
But, as he saw the dildo pushed into his ass, and lodged, the men did 
nothing. As Josh, on the screen, squirmed and shook, working the dildo in 
his ass, they still did nothing. Josh felt an itchy tingle in his ass, 
that burned gently.
Still, nothing happened. Josh squirmed.
"Uh - what - what are you going to do? I mean - with me?" Silence. "I 
mean - obviosly this is some kind of homo pervert thing, right?"
Silence.
"I mean - you're making me watch this tape, all tied up & naked - and 
with those - those ass dildo things there - I just wondered what you were 
going to do, that's all."
Nothing. Obviously he was getting nowhere.
On the TV were hot close-ups of his body, humping air, fucking himself on 
the dildo lodged in his ass. It was so hot. Josh's ass tingled. He could 
feel that dildo in him, stretching him, filling him...
He began humping in time with the screen. He couldn't help it. And with 
the men staring at him, seeing every move. It was so humiliating. But 
that must be what they wanted. So he started giving them a good show, 
moving as lewdly as he could.
Still, his ass burned. He decided they wanted to hear him beg for it. So 
he told them that he would understand if they were going to put a dildo 
in his ass; then he said, go ahead, do it; then he said please; then he 
started frankly to beg, asking them to fuck him, rape him, impale his 
ass...
None of it worked. He was seriously horny, slamming up and down on the 
mattress. Then, on the screen, the verger, having donned his satyr 
costume, forced his cock down his victim's throat.
That's it, he thought. So he offered, with increasingly lewd detail, to 
suck their cocks. All of them. He thought he could detect some swelling 
under the robes, but the men did nothing.
Then the man on the screen forced Josh to eat his ass.
Josh groaned. No. He couldn't. He resisted for a while, but finally 
offered to kiss their asses. Then to lick. To french-kiss. Anything they 
wanted. He would do it all. Suck their dicks. Eat their assholes. They 
could use each of the dildoes in turn on his ass.
The men were obviously hard, now. But they didn't move.
On the TV, at long last the forced rim job ended. Josh was panting and 
groaning as he watched the man grab the dildo handle. Watched as the TV 
Josh fucked himself shamelessly on the latex cock held firm for him.
Then he watched as the man mounted him, popping his cherry. Josh, on 
screen and off, bucked in a frenzy. The monks lifted their robes, 
exposing their erect cocks, and began to masturbate. This was too much 
for Josh. He began to beg again, desperate, asking the men to fuck him, 
fuck his ass, fuck his mouth, sit on his face - he would be their sex 
slave. Please. Just let him come.
But no. On the TV, Josh came, and as his come hit the altar, the six 
monks came too, spraying his body, cock, legs, arms, chest, and head with 
sticky white come.
Josh groaned in horrible frustration as everyone came - but him. He 
licked his lips, tasting come.
The tape was rewinding.
Then the men picked up a small round stool, padded all over; lifting his 
body, they placed it under the small of his back, raising his ass off the 
bed about 12". They left his ankles tied as they were, but his hands they 
retied, releasing them from the bed and putting them in a pair of cuffs 
underneath his back. Then they set the collection of dildoes and an open 
jar of grease on the bed.
Where he could reach them.
They left the room and shut the door. The tape started to play again. The 
long spanking scene, which he had missed the first time, began.
He was so horny. And his ass was on fire. He understood this next 
embarrassment. Try as he might, he still couldn't touch his cock. But he 
could reach his asshole quite easily. Groping with his hands, he selected 
the smallest dildo and greased it up. At first it hurt, and it took a 
while to get his sphincter to completely relax - but once it did he began 
to fuck himself with long deep strokes.
As he watched the movie again, he used larger and larger dildoes, fucked 
himself harder and harder.
After a while, another monk came in and sat the foot of the bed, watching 
Josh degrade himself. Josh couldn't stop, didn't even care. He fucked 
himself with abandon. The movie ended. Josh was groaning. The monk pulled 
back his hood and spoke.
"Well done," he said.
"Please - I'll suck your cock, eat your ass, anything, get fucked, 
anything you want me to do, please! Let me come! It hurts, I need it so 
bad!"
"Do you promise? Say it again."
Josh, seeing hope of release, babbled, "oh yes, yes, I promise, I'll do 
it, suck your cock, suck your butt, anything you say anything please just 
do it fuck my ass if you want oh PLEASE-"
"I accept. All of that you offer. In good time." Reaching out, he grabbed 
the base of Josh's cock and stroked it.
"OH YES DO IT FUCK ME FUCK ME OMIGOD - YES - AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
After the long, powerful orgasm, Josh drifted off again. The monk left.


ASS ABBEY - pt. 3

When Josh awoke the second time, he was not alone.
Two monks sat at the foot of the bed. Josh was still tied to the bed. The 
men gave him a sponge bath, doing a very thorough job on his ass, then 
drying him with thick towels. Then they massaged oil into his skin, 
including his cock and asshole. All this attention made him really hard 
but the men did not masturbate him. Afterwards, he was fed some 
breakfast. The monks who tended to him would not answer his questions. 
His wrists, ankles, and neck were fitted with leather cuffs having 
attachment loops; then he was untied from the bed and dressed in the 
white robe again. He was then marched down a dim corridor and brought to 
a rather grandly carved door. When it was opened, Josh was speechless.
Within was a large octagonal chamber with a vaulted roof. Seated around 
the edge of the chamber in raised wall niches were a large number of 
monks in black. Opposite the door, in a specially fancy niche, was a man 
wearing impressive red robes and a mitre. But the shocking thing was the 
scene in the middle of the chamber.
In the center of the room, on a padded circular platform, were three 
people in a living tableau: arranged in a triangle were a youth, a 
bearded man, and a costumed satyr, the boy licking the man's cock, the 
man eating the satyr's ass, the satyr dildo-fucking the blond boy. Josh 
realized that this was the same as the central figure of the carved altar 
in the crypt cell. On the floor in a large circle around this tableau 
were 12 youths about his age, in a daisy chain: each boy's face was 
buried in the next boy's butt. They were all rock-hard, with their hands 
tied tightly to their sides, the upper leg bent up high at the knee to 
offer better access at the rear.
Still stunned by the sight of it all, Josh was marched around this lewd 
tableau and forced to kneel before the grand red personage.
"Welcome to Ass Abbey. You will begin here your life of obedience and 
worship as a junior novice. This even, at the stroke of midnight, will be 
the initiation. However, before this sacred rite, you must clear yourself 
of all past debts. Those who enter here must leave the past behind, 
cleansed of former obligation. Does any here have such a claim on the 
youth now presented?"
One of the monks stood and the red man motioned him forward. He pulled 
back his hood and Josh saw that it was he who had finally let him come 
yesterday. The man's handsome face was crossed with a deliciously lewd 
leer.
"My lord Abbot, yesterday this slutty boy did promise to perform services 
upon my person, in return for which I did ejaculate him. In specific, 
fellatio and analingus were offered, as well as anal intercourse, and all 
other acts which I might order of him for my pleasure."
The red man addressed Josh. "You will fulfill your promise to the utmost. 
In front of the assembly."
"No! No! It's not true! It's a lie!" Josh yelled.
There was a deadly hush.
"May it please your Grace, I have proof."
"Display it."
The monk produced a remote control and thumbed it on. On each face of the 
octagon, above the seats, a large screen TV flicked to life. Josh watched 
in horror as the screens showed a bird's eye view of himself, tied 
spread-eagled, naked, using a dildo. Obviously there must be a video 
camera concealed in the ceiling of his cell. Josh cringed to think what 
the whole tape must show. In this excerpt, Josh was fucking his ass hard 
with a large dildo for several minutes while the monk watched. Obviously, 
this part was not necessary as proof, and had been put in to mortify 
Josh. It worked. He could see several of the monks working their dicks 
under their robes, ogling the screens. Finally, the tape advanced to the 
point where Josh started begging. Offering, then promising, to service 
the monk. Then, the monk reaching to Josh's cock.
Oh, please, no, turn it off, Josh thought.
But no. The tape ran on, showing Josh's stupendous orgasm as he shouted 
and raved to be fucked.
The man in red made a curt gesture and one of his handlers slapped him 
hard in the face, knocking him to his knees. "It is you who lie, insolent 
boy! You must now pay your debt to this man before all here. We will 
watch as you suck his cock, as you worship his anus with your tongue, as 
he fucks you. But before that you must be punished for your insolent 
lies. Let the one you have wronged choose your punishment."
"As you Grace pleases. Let the boy be strung on the display deck." The 
tableau trio on the platform scuttled off, and Josh was hustled on to it. 
His wrists were snapped to a chain from the ceiling as his feet were 
kicked apart and attached to the floor rings. The monk approached, and 
forced a pecker gag into his mouth, strapping it in place. The monk then 
tore off Josh's white robe. The platform began to revolve. Josh was 
terrified as he looked at the circle of men staring at him, bound and 
helpless and totally naked. The monk groped him lewdly as the others 
watched, probing his crack, pinching nipples, hefting his balls, stroking 
his cock. Once Josh was hard the monk again pressed the remote control. 
The screens showed a still of an earlier moment in the tape, while the 
six monks had watched Josh watching himself on TV. Then the scene moved, 
and Josh's voice was heard: "Please - use a dildo on me - I need it - 
please, just fuck me with one of those dildoes, this tape is so hot, 
watching me get it, oh please I'll let you do it fuck me hard with 
dildoes, all of them, please-"
The monk hit the pause button. Josh's cheeks were burning. "What do you 
say, my brothers. Shall I give the slut what he wants?"
"Yes!"
"You can see for yourself how the boy blushes as his degradation is 
exposed on film. I have prepared many excerpts so that you may hear his 
depravity in his own voice as he is punished, and so that you may feast 
your eyes on the spectacle of his delicious body as it was used to 
fulfillment by the Verger!"
The assembly cheered. Josh struggled hard to free himself, but to no 
avail.
His punisher beckoned. A tray of dildoes was brought to him.
Josh tried to keep his ass closed but the man was an expert, prying his 
ass open and forcing in the first, smallest dildo. He teased it gently 
until Josh's sphincter was breached. Then the real fucking began. On the 
screen, the film continued, showing a montage of Josh in flagrente, while 
the audio track was the long, long begging he had been forced to perform 
for the six monks. And, so that no detail of his punishment would be 
missed, every other screen showed a live close-up of Josh's midsection, 
where as he revolved the men could see in minute detail the dildo's 
fucking penetration of his anus alternating with his rigid cock.
Totally helpless, naked, bound, Josh ws fucked with 6 different dildoes 
for the pleasure of the assembly. His cheeks burned with shame as he 
heard, amplified, his own voice begging for perverted abuse, and he could 
not help watching as the film showed every pornographic detail of his 
earlier rapes. And, worst of all, as he was forced to enjoy each thrust 
of the dildo. For, every so often the monk would masturbate his throbbing 
cock, bringing him to the edge and stopping.
Finally, the prepared tape ended. The monk removed the pecker gag, but 
not the dildo. "For the end of your punishement, you must beg again. As 
all hear you, you will beg to suck my cock. To eat my ass. To be fucked. 
And, as you do it, you will fuck youself while they watch."
The monk took a telescoping post and put it in a socket in the platform, 
extending it and attaching it to the dildo that was inside Josh.
As they all watched, Josh slid up and down, fucking himself. The monk 
twisted his nipples, forcing Josh to slide up and down the full length of 
the 10" dildo, and to make it easier he released Josh's hands from above 
and clipped them together behind him. Josh was so hot that he fucked 
himself hard.
The monk stood before him and disrobed. "Beg to suck this cock!"
Josh begged.
The monk turned and spread his cheeks. "Beg to kiss my ass! Beg to lick 
my crack! Beg to suck my butthole! Beg to worship my anus deeply with 
your unworthy tongue!"
Josh begged.
"Now, beg me to come up your ass!"
Josh begged. Begged for all of it. Kept begging as he fucked himself in a 
frenzy on the impaling dildo. Kept begging even as the monk made him 
come. While they all watched.
After he came, he was released from the bondage and fell to the floor. 
The monk positioned him on his back, head in the center of the stage. The 
camera was reset to show his face in a huge close-up. The monk knelt over 
his sweaty body, triumphant. His turgid cock flopped onto Josh's lips.
"Time to keep your promise, boy."
Josh did as he was told, licking and sucking as they all watched. After a 
bit, the man wheeled around and presented Josh with his smooth asscrack. 
Step by step, he forced Josh to proceed, giving him instructions in 
detail. Once he had done this for a while, the monk set up an alternating 
pattern, sitting his ass on Josh's probing tongue for a while, then 
sliding back as Josh licked between his legs, licked his balls, licked up 
the length of his penis, and opened wide as the man forced his cock into 
his throat for a few deep thrusts, before moving back again, forcing Josh 
to worship his anus once more.
Josh, humiliated, could hear the lewd commentary of the other monks as 
they ogled his work on the big screen. "Such a tongue! Ooh! Yeah, baby, 
suck it! Look how he eats that ass. Brother Librarian is certainly making 
him do it right!"
The oral service continued. Josh sucked really hard on the man's cock, 
hoping to make him come and get it over with, but the man never let him 
get that far, spending more and more time making Josh rim his quivering 
hole.
Finally, the monk stood up. His cock was like a spear before him. Josh 
struggled to his feet. The monk grabbed Josh by the wrists and clipped 
them to his collar, underneath his chin. Forcing Josh to bend over, he 
filled his ass with lube using a baster. Surprisingly, the man then lay 
flat on his back on the stage.
"Fuck yourself on my cock, boy!" Everyone laughed as Josh reacted with 
dismay. The handlers picked him up as he struggled, holding his legs 
spread, and lowered him onto the prone monk. There was a hush as they 
paused to position the monks head at Josh's anus. Josh could see it in 
close-up detail on the screens as he turned. Could see it as, inch by 
inch, he was lowered onto the huge erect cock. His rectum, well-stretched 
from the large dildo, well-oiled, swallowed the cock whole. A huge wave 
of warmth spread throughout his gut and he moaned with the pleasure of 
it. The man's dick squirmed inside him, pushing his buttons. Straddling 
the man, in front of all the monks, he began to fuck. The handlers held 
his feet, keeping him well spread so that the camera got good penetration 
detail. Josh, fascinated watched the screens as he slid up and down the 
man's fuck-pole. Seeing it intensified the sensation in some strange way. 
His cock became fully erect.
"Do a good job, boy. You must continue to fuck yourself until you make me 
come."
Josh worked hard, squeezing his rectal muscles to jerk the man's cock, 
humping him. Of course, all this just made Josh hotter as well...
Ten minutes later, the man came, blasting Josh's ass with a geyser of 
juice. Everyone applauded, and the meeting began to break up into an 
orgy. Monks bustled about, lighting braziers of incense, and within 
minutes them room was filled with that distinctive musky reek. Meanwhile 
Josh was lifted off the cock, ass dripping jism. To his utter amazement, 
the boy who had been in the tableau was forced up on stage, and Josh's 
ass was held to his lips as the boy sucked all the semen from his 
well-fucked hole, licking it clean. The men holding him could see that 
the rim job was making Josh wild, and with a lewd grin, one of them 
milked Josh's cock to a second orgasm. Josh didn't want to come, but the 
hot scene and heady clouds of smoke overwhelmed him. The men holding him 
picked him up and carried him away, cock still twitching. People reached 
out and caught some of the cum off his torso, licking their fingers.
As they made there way slowly around the edge of the chamber to the door, 
Josh saw that the 12 young men from the daisy chain were being passed 
around, forced to service the monks, horny from Josh's performance. Since 
there were four monks per youth, he saw that each boy was forced to 
masturbate two men while simultaneously getting fucked. The mouth of each 
naked boy was servicing a cock or asshole, at the whim of the man in 
front.
As he passed the abbot, he could see that the man was being served by 
four boys wearing special red collars. His robes were twitched aside, 
legs up, and Josh could see a that one boy was hunched down, rimming the 
abbott's asshole, while another attempted to suck the abbott's stupendous 
12" cock. The other two boys were forced to kiss and masturbate each 
other while the abbott gave them a good hard finger fuck. They seemed 
desperate to make the other come first. As he passed further away, Josh 
looked back to see that one boy was coming. As the door closed, he 
realized that the one who came was being forced to take the abbott's 
prodigious pole up his ass.


ASS ABBEY - pt. 4

The midnight initiation was held in the secret chapel. Unlike other 
abbeys, this one had kept its original, much smaller Romanesque structure 
when the larger Gothic abbey was built. Its windows and doors sealed, the 
12th cent. original church had been converted over the centuries, covered 
with pornographic ornament and fitted with sex equipment. The only 
entrance was through secret passages through the crypts.
The tourists, visiting the official Gothic abbey during the day, would 
have never dreamed what was going on in the secret chapel late that 
night...
The service began in the Galilee Porch, which had been a baptistry. In 
the center of the smallish room there was a bowl-like depression in the 
floor with a drain. Around the lip of the depression were set a circle of 
steel rings. Standing just behind this was a large, ancient font, the 
size of an antique bath, filled with clear water. As Josh was led in, he 
saw that a large group of monks, probably 30 or so, were congregated 
behind the font, wearing curious formal black robes consisting of two 
pieces: each a long sleeve with a long fall of cloth hanging from the 
shoulder to the floor. The two halves of the garment were clasped at the 
neck and joined with a chain just below the chest, but joined nowhere 
else, leaving the front and back nude. Each man also wore an ornamental 
belt and black slippers. There were roughly the same number of novices 
present, wearing short open lace surplices which left them naked below 
the midriff, and white slippers. Their novices' hands were tied behind 
them.
Josh had been dressed in some of the clothes from his rucksack taken the 
day of his abuction: tee, jeans, and underwear but no shoes or socks. He 
was marched over to the floor drain and his hands were cuffed to a 
hanging chain; his ankles were spread to either side of the floor 
depression and tied to heavy rings. The clothes were then cut from his 
body with a ceremonial knife, and burned in a charcoal brazier, except 
for his underwear. This item was rubbed deeply into Josh's asscrack to 
get his musk, and then a bound novice was brought forward and forced to 
come against the wad of cloth, soaking it with his huge load. The slimy 
wad was stuffed into Josh's mouth and tied in place with a square of 
cloth to gag him.
Then two monks came forward with a basin, scissors, and cream, which 
turned out to be hair remover. The monks trimmed and then creamed the 
hair from his groin and asscrack, wiping the lotion on his legs and chest 
as well to remove the light blond down until his body was smooth and 
hairless.
Then two more came forward with enema equipment. Josh struggled, but 
there was nothing he could do as the water was forced into his ass. The 
warm water flooded him, making him hard, and he squirmed with shame as he 
realized that they would all watch when he had to release the enema. The 
tip of the enema hose ended in a pierced butt plug, so he could not 
release the water until his captors chose to pull the plug. He squirmed 
helplessly as the pressure grew, his cries muffled by the slimy gag that 
dripped semen down his throat. He was miserable, but the pressure was 
keeping his cock nice and hard. Finally they released the water, which 
gushed down into the floor drain. He endured two more enemas until the 
water ran clear. He thought the worst was over but he was very wrong. 
Hands and feet were released, and he was made to lie on his 
backspread-eagled in the drain basin. His wrists and ankles were clipped 
to rings at the edge. Josh was miserable, since some of his enema water 
had splashed on the basin he was lying in, but it soon got worse. Eight 
or so of the monks crowded around him and grabbed their cocks as they 
started to piss all over his body. The streams hit him everywhere. He 
rolled and struggled but could not escape the yellow torrent. As each man 
emptied his bladder, another took his place at the edge, joining his 
freshly gushing urine to the general rain. Just when Josh thought it was 
over, the novices were allowed there turn, some of whom could barely pee 
they were so hard. It went on for several minutes before they were all 
through. Josh lay, twitching and gagging, as the overflow seeped away. He 
was utterly soaked, and some of the piss had hit the cloth gag. The smell 
was overwhelming.
Some water was thrown over him to rinse most of the urine away. Then he 
was untied and lifted up, the soaked gag was removed, and his soiled body 
placed in the sweetly-scented font bath. Here Josh was lovingly bathed 
and cleaned, his hair washed and scented. He was dried off, and then his 
hands were tied behind him. He was too overwhelmed by the degradation of 
the enema and piss shower to struggle much.
A procession was formed and he was marched into the chapel itself. Down 
the length of the dim nave, Josh saw ancient frescos showing demons and 
angels engaged in fierce sexual intercouse, the angels binding the demons 
and subjecting them to whippings, genital bondage, and dildo punishment, 
while the demons kidnapped angels and took them to hell, raping their 
asses and mouths, crushing their hairy assholes against the angels 
beautiful manly faces, and subjecting them to even filthier indignities.
The procession enetered the long choir. The monks took up positions in 
the grandly done back row, each in a sort of throne-niche, while the 
novices squatted on misericords in the front row. As the boys sat down, 
Josh realized that each seat had a wooden dildo carved into the top of 
it. The boys squirmed into place, their smooth buttocks on either side of 
the dildoes as they impaled themselves on the anal stimulators.
At the end of an ornately carved divided choir was a curiously short 
stone altar, and above and behind this was a gigantic canopied throne. 
Here, in full regalia, sat the abbot. Wearing a divided robe like the 
monks, but of red satin, with a red mitre on his head, he held in his 
hand a staff ending in an upside down crucifix. As Josh was forced to 
stand before him, he saw that the arms of the cross were made of carved 
wooden dildoes. The where the legs of the upside-down corpus would have 
been was instead a massive cock, which formed the large top arm of the 
cross. Josh could see that the tip of the cross-staff looked greasy and 
looked well-used. The abbot addressed the assembly.
"Has the initiate been purged and baptised in the water of the brothers?"
"Yes, my Lord," they answered.
"Then he shall be annointed and sealed in the baptism of the Order of the 
Holy Crotch." Josh was turned around and his legs forced apart. The abbot 
took oils from a ring-cup and lubed his ass well. After the enemas, 
Josh's ass was warm and relaxed, and he squirmed as the abbot greased him 
up. Then his cock was annointed, and Josh blushed as the large man worked 
his shaft lovingly, stroking it expertly until Josh was squirming again, 
thrusting in his palm. The abbot indulged in stroking and fondling Josh's 
freshly shaved and bathed body for several minutes as the boy's attendant 
monks held him spread.
Then Josh was forced to his knees and told to repeat the oath of the 
sexual servitude after the abbot. At first Josh refused, but his balls 
were twisted cruelly until he gave in, repeating the oath. He was then 
told to seal the sacred oath with the kiss of love - fellatio. The monks 
held his head and he was force to fellate the abbot's massive cock while 
they all watched. The abbot got very hard, but had not come before he was 
pulled off. Then he was forced to repeat the oath of abject obedience, 
after which came the kiss of submission - analingus. Josh was pushed 
under the throne, and saw that the throne was open like a toilet seat. 
>From underneath, he was forced to kiss, lick and eat the abbot's muscular 
ass.
When the abbot was satisfied, Josh was forced into the midst of the 
choir. Two stout poles were put into floor sockets about 4' apart, and 
Josh's wrists and ankles were tied to them. The abbot spoke. "Brothers, 
the candidate has been baptised and sealed, and has sworn the oaths with 
the kisses of love and submission. Before his first cum-union, examine 
him yourselves to verify that he is worthy."
The monks hustled around, feeling and groping him everywhere, lewdly 
fingering his ass and hefting his balls. Josh, humiliated, squirmed as 
the men teased him. The men were obviously impressed and aroused by his 
smoothly muscled body, as well as the fact that the stud was completely 
unable to prevent the most intimate fondling of his private areas. Three 
times they stimulated his cock to near-ejaculation, only to leave him on 
the edge each time.
After the last monk had reluctantly left off feeling his inner thighs and 
pinching his nipples, Josh was united and led up and on to the low altar. 
On all fours, his ankles and wrists were attached to rings at the four 
corners. A large gold chalice was placed beneath his spread ass. While 
these preparations were made, four large braziers were placed at the 
corners of the altar, and great quantities of the strange incense were 
cast on the hot coals. Plumes of pungent perfume slowly filled the choir. 
When all was ready, the room fell silent. The abbot mounted up, kneeling 
behind him on the altar slab. Josh tensed, expecting an assfuck, but what 
happened was different. The abbot placed the tip of his dick firmly 
against the boy's sweet, pink assbud but did not push in. Instead, he 
jerked himself off. In a minute he came, the force of his orgasm such 
that much of the jism blasted a little ways into Josh's rectum. After he 
finished, Josh could feel the come leaking out of his ass and dripping 
into the chalice. Then, one by one, the other monks came forward. First, 
each stood on a block and inserted his cock in Josh's mouth for a quick 
suck before mounting the altar and coming against Josh's asshole like the 
Abbott did, as meanwhile the next monk in line used Josh's mouth to get 
hard. As the orgasms continued, the semen dripped into the cup. Josh's 
ass was tingling. After the last monk, the chalice was removed, and Josh 
watched as the novices began to hump their wooden dildoes. The monks 
stroked the boys' hard young dicks to the edge of orgasm. The chalice was 
carried round as each boy was brought off. When it was carried back to 
the altar, it was almost full to the brim.
Witnessing all this ejaculation had made Josh very horny indeed. His 
young prick dripped pre-cum on the marble altar slab.
Then the abbot brought his staff before Josh. The boy watched with a 
mixture of curiosity and apprehension as one of the monks oiled it up 
slowly. Panic filled him as the 12" tip, 3" thick at the base, was placed 
against his rectum. Josh tried to clamp down but his anal muscles were so 
relaxed from the earlier enemas, etc. that he couldn't really resist. He 
groaned as he felt its fullness dominate his gut, then grunted loudly as 
his sphincter snapped open for the invading pole. Josh sighed as he felt 
a wave of warmth flow from his gut to engulf his hard penis.
The abbot worked the staff gently to make sure the youth was fully opened 
up, and then set up a fucking rhythm, pushing and pulling the wooden cock 
in and out. Oil was constantly added to keep the fucking smooth and deep. 
Whimpering and moaning with pleasure, unable to help it, Josh responded 
to the deep stimulation, pushing his hips to take the penetration deeper. 
Mindless of the public display, he moved his body shamelessly while the 
monks ogled the lewd scene.
The tempo built slowly, thrust after thrust hammering on the boy's horny 
prostate, driving Josh to the edge in a steady crescendo. Then, lodging 
the staff deep, the abbot took Josh's cock in hand, in three stokes 
brought him to a huge orgasm, aiming the jism into the chalice as it 
erupted. As he came, jerking and writhing, his ass was held in place with 
the dildo-staff to allow his semen to be collected in the cup.
Josh's head was spinning from the huge orgasm. Before he had recovered, 
the abbot emptied a small vial of potion into the chalice, stirring it 
in, and held it to Josh's lips. Suddenly the huge dildo was pulled from 
his ass in one stroke. Josh opened his mouth to groan as simultaneously 
the chalice was tipped, giving him a big slurp of the mixed white cream, 
the orgasms of over 60 men and boys combined with the mysterious potion. 
The musky taste was salty/sweet, with another, exotic taste, impossible 
to define, like the incense, but stronger. Josh licked his lips to get 
every drop.
The monks shuffled forward, each taking a tiny drop of the cum-union by 
dipping his pinky in the huge chalice and placing it on his tongue.
Josh felt increasingly strange as the potion in the chalice started to 
take effect. Woozy, spinning, he sprawled atop the altar as his ankles 
and wrists were released. Amazingly, he found that his cock was 
incredibly hard, already fully recovered after the huge ejaculation.
The large curtain behind the altar parted, and a satyr with a huge tongue 
and rigid phallus entered, bounding toward him. Moving as though 
underwater, Josh looked around through the clouds of incense, seeing all 
the faces eagerly awaiting something. A hazy feeling of great sexuality 
washed over him. The boy guessed that the potion was some kind of drug, 
but it felt so good he didn't care. With the loss of volition, he sensed 
a coming fulfilment.
The satyr leapt onto the altar, legs astraddle over the sprawled blond 
youth. Without thought, Josh lifted his face into the manly asscrack, 
breathed in its erotic musk, and rimmed the puckered asshole passionately.
Time became meaningless. The satyr was his priest, his god, his lover. 
With abandon, Josh abased himself, writhing with primitive rhythmic lust 
as he worshipped the lascivious being's cock and ass, rolling up to kneel 
in adoration, parting the luscious buttocks with his hands, burying his 
face in the dark cleft. Josh hardly noticed as another horny satyr 
appeared and joined in, the boy merely liftied his head from the ass 
crack for a brief ecsatic smile as the other satyr thrust deep into his 
ass.
Once the satyr-priests were had begun the sacrificial rape of Josh on the 
altar, the sub-prior took the chalice and staff around the stalls to the 
novices, dipping the cock-tip in the cum-union potion and having each 
novice lick it off. As the sex potion took effect the novices tore off 
their lace surplices and knelt to worship the monks.
"Bacchanalia! Priapus!" the monks cried. Each grabbing a novice, the 
monks formed a loose circle around the altar. Each man used his boy's 
mouth and asshole as he saw fit; if some of them accidentally raped each 
other they hardly noticed. All eyes were fixed on the spectacle of Josh 
and the satyrs entangled on the altar.
Josh didn't notice. Cocks, mouths and assholes combined in an eternal 
heaven; he was the conduit of worship, his asshole and mouth forming one 
tube of desire.
Fucked/fucking, rimmed/rimming, sucked/sucking, Josh floated away on a 
hallucenogenic cloud of sexual ecstasy.


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