Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 23:12:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Bjork Nut Subject: Cult of the All-Father Disclaimer: Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the author. Author encourages safe and sane sexual behavior. Author cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that result from proper or improper application of the information contained in this story. This story is meant to be a masturbatory aid only. Any similarity between people and places in this story and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as "boy" or "son", all characters in this fiction are just that, fictional, and as such, do not exist in any reality or corporeal form, but if it makes you feel better then, yes, they are of legal age and enter into their activities consensually. If this type of material is illegal in your location please be smart and go somewhere else, same applies if you are under the legal requirement to access this type of fiction. Thanks to Nifty for providing the public with this archive. Please consider donating to allow this resource to continue. Feedback is welcome, flames will be ignored. **************************************************************************** The Cult of the All-Father Andrew lay on the couch watching the television with his brother Ryan. The boys were lounging about and watching American Ninja Warrior on the TV. Andrew, a precocious 10-year-old, loved to spend time with his big brother Ryan. He particularly liked it when they would lounge about like this, just relaxing together. Andrew was using Ryan's thighs as his pillow as the watched the show. His brother's hand rested on his head and every so often he would run his fingers through Andrew's hair. The brothers did almost everything together. Ryan, being 17 years of age, felt that this was his way of helping their dad out, by helping watch Andrew. The boys lived with their father, Mike, in the suburbs of Seattle. It had been just the three of them since a little after Andrew had been born. Their mom had not survived Andrew's birth, she had passed away from complications shortly after Andrew had been delivered. Ryan remembered his father going through an incredibly dark time, but, Ryan had been there for him, along with his grandfather and uncle, and their church community. Mike and his son's belonged to a very special community. For all intents and purposes, the family worshipped at a local Unitarian church, but, Mike, additionally, belonged to a secret sect. He was part of the Cult of the All-Father. The Cult of the All-Father as a secret, fraternal organization that had begun millennia ago. The cult crossed many denominations, but, their primary belief was the worship of the All-Father, the Favoured Son and the Holy Essence. Mike had been brought into the cult by his father, a year later they welcomed in Mike's brother into the cult, and, likewise, Mike had initiated his oldest son Ryan into the ministry of the All-Father and was looking forward to doing the same soon to Andrew. Tradition dictated that new initiates had to be at least 11 years of age so that they could appropriately take in the teachings of the All-Father. Back on the couch, Andrew shifted on the couch and was now staring up at Ryan. His eyes took in the contours of his brothers torso, he felt a strange tingling deep in his stomach as his eyes moved across his brother Ryan's pecs, he had a strong urge to sweep his tongue across the pert nipples. His brother was completely smooth except for a small line of hair that ran from the bottom of his belly button down until it disappeared beneath the waistband of his rugby shorts. Andrew loved looking at his brother's muscular body, especially when all he wore were his rugby shorts, because then he could also see Ryan's thick and muscular thighs. Despite his few years in life, Andrew knew that he liked guys. He knew he had been born gay because of the way muscular male bodies made him feel. But, the body that had the biggest effect on Andrew was his father's. His was a specimen of a man. He stood 6ft tall and was a wall of muscle and sinew. His dad was a former rugby star, he had played in Europe most of his life before moving back to the United States. Now his dad competed in fitness competitions and worked as a coach at one of the local universities. Andrew turned his head in towards his brother's abs, his nose brushing the waistband of his brother's shorts. Ryan, peeked down at what his brother was doing, catching his little brother's eyes, he gave a smirk. "What you doin," he said. Andrew stared up at his brother, an evil smile spread across his lips. Andrew stuck his little tongue out at his brother, locking his stare on his brother, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up his brother's treasure trail. Ryan shivered as his brother's moist tongue traced its way up to his belly button. Less than a second later, Ryan's cock exploded to full erection. As Andrew's tongue slid up Ryan's abs, Ryan grasped at the sensation his brother was giving him, he placed his hand on the back of Andrew's head and helped him up his torso. Taking it as a gesture of approval, Andrew continued up Ryan's chest until his tongue grazed over his brother's nipple. Andrew raked his tongue around the nipple and then clamped down and suckled on his brother's rosy colored nipple. Ryan gasped with arousal as his brother suckled like a baby on his tit. His nipples had always been sensitive, but, this, this was a whole new level. He had horsed around with Andrew before but their antics had never been sexual, this situation took Ryan by complete surprise, a welcome surprise. Ryan shuddered as he felt the scrape of Andrew's teeth on his nipple. Andrew pulled off Ryan's nipple and smiled at him. Ryan met his gaze and and smiled as well. Then, an overwhelming sense of guilt came over Andrew and he broke the stare, with teary eyes he whispered, "You're not mad, are you, Ry?" Ryan grabbed Andrew by the head and brought him into a hug. "Aww, kiddo, no, I'm not mad," he said, "Just surprised is all." Still holding Andrew in his arms, Ryan rolled them onto the couch and settled himself between Andrew's legs he smiled down at his little brother and gave him a wolfish grin. Andrew laughed, his childish laughter filling the room. Ryan nuzzled, nipped, and, slurped at Andrew's neck. Andrew exploded in fits of laughter, bringing his legs up and tried locking them around his brother's waist. The movement resulted in Andrew's ass sliding across the length of Ryan's cock. Ryan groaned with desire. The boys were so caught up in there erotic horseplay that they didn't hear their father walk into the room after a long day at work. Mike saw the antics that were going on, seeing Ryan's ass clad in his shiny shorts got his cock going. He cleared his throat as he walked into the room, not wanting what he saw on the couch to progress any further. Ryan and Andrew turned at the sound and quickly disengaged. "Hey Dad," Ryan said as he disentangled himself from his brother and sat back in his previously vacated seat. Andrew sprang off the couch and ran to hug his dad. The family had no problems demonstrating affection for each other and their father regularly went around naked or in just his underwear. Mike wanted his son's to be proud of their bodies and unashamed, as the teachings of the All-Father suggested. "Daddy," Andrew called out happily as he hugged his father. Mike picked up his youngest in a great big bear hug and swung him around. "Dad," Andrew said in a gasp as his father squeezed him. "I finished all my homework already, do you think we can play wrestle tonight?" "Oh, kiddo, I would love to," he said, "But tonight is Tuesday and your brother and I have a bible study session planned for tonight." "Aww," Andrew responded. He pouted for a little bit and then perked back up, "Can I come?" he asked his father as he set him back down on the couch. "I'm sorry kiddo, but, you are still too young to fully be able to take in the teachings of the All-Father." Andrew rolled his eyes and pursed his lips in annoyance. "Alright," he said and laid back down on the couch in huff. Ryan chuckled at his brother and said, "Soon enough little bro, soon enough." He swatted his brother's but as he got up from the couch. Mike smiled at the boys his eyes lingering on his oldest. "Ryan," his father said, "What happened to your falo?" Ryan's hand instinctively went up to his neck and felt the bare skin there. The falo was the sacred symbol of the Cult of the All-Father. It was sometimes referred to as the All-Father's hammer, or, the Favoured Son's spear. The falo was a long shaft surrounded by two spheres. Ryan's dad had given him a golden falo on a gold chain when he entered the cult. He tried to wear it all times, but, he usually took it off during practice since he didn't want to risk losing it. "Sorry, dad, I must have forgotten to put it on after practice. Let me run up and grab it and we can head down." "Sounds good, I will wait for you downstairs," Mike said to his oldest son. Turning to his youngest, he said, "Now Andrew, I want you to go take a bath and then head on off to bed. I don't want you to get into any trouble while your brother and I are in session, you got that." "Yes, dad." Andrew responded sullenly and proceeded to follow his older brother out of the room. Mike made his way down to the basement where he and Ryan would review the teachings of the All-Father. Since the beginning it had been deemed best that those that followed in the ways of the All-Father learn from their fathers, as the All-Father had done with the Favoured Son. The Favoured Son had then gone forth, filled with the Holy Essence, and had passed on the teachings of the All-Father, and, so it was through the ages. The Cult of the All-Father was a male only society that sought to mold and shape the creation of the All-Father into being the best representation of the All-Father that they could be. Those that lived in his teachings and adhered to the ways of the All-Father would be blessed. Mike walked to the area of the basement that he had sectioned off and dedicated solely to the proper worship of the All-Father. The curtained area was spartan, a sturdy work table pushed up against the wall served as the altar to the All-Father, on it were two large pillar candles, which he proceeded to light. "All-Father, who art in Heaven blessed be thy name. We believe in one God, the All-Father, Maker of all things visible and invisible. And in one Lord, the Favoured Son, begotten of the All-Father, Light of light, By whom all things were made. Who for us men, and for our salvation, came down and was incarnate and was made man. He suffered for us and on the third day ascended into heaven and into the loving embrace of the All-Father. And in the Holy Essence, the Lord and Giver of life, who issues from the Father, who with the Father and the Son together is worshiped and glorified. Thy will be done on earth as in Heaven." After reciting the Creed of the All-Father, Mike, crossed himself and stepped back from the table. He made his way to a small cabinet and proceeded to undress. Placing his clothes on the bottom shelf, he grabbed the vestment that signaled him a priest of the All-Father. The silky feel of the satin robe caressed his body, its coolness doing little to tame the rising heat within. He grabbed his book of scripture and closed the cabinet. He drew the curtains to enclose the area and sat down on the open futon that was centered in the middle of the space. The rustling of the curtains as Ryan entered the sacred space brought Mike out of his meditation. He smiled as his son entered the room. He was proud of Ryan and the man he was becoming. Handsome, respectful, conscientious, and, athletic, his son caused him to swell both with pride and in excitement. Ryan walked into the space clad in a satin garment as well, his, however, was of a different cut than his father's. Ryan's covering looked like a cross between a tank top and a wrap dress. The garment highlighted Ryan's chest and abs, the fall of the fabric drew attention to his bubble butt and his manhood. Mike rose from the futon and brought his son into his embrace. He kissed his son on the forehead and said, "Welcome my son, in the name of the All-Father, may the Holy Essence fill you with His strength." Ryan smiled at his father and responded, "I am His vessel and willingly submit to His instruction that he may strengthen me." Mike smiled at his son and pulled on the tie that was keeping Ryan's garment closed. As the garment opened, Mike ran his hand up his son's torso, feeling his son's muscular firmness beneath. He fanned his fingers across Ryan's sensitive nipples, Ryan bit his lip as he shuddered under his father's touch. His garment slipped of his shoulder and fell to the ground. Mike pulled his son back into his embrace and gave him a passionate kiss. "May the wisdom of the All-Father guide us," he said. Ryan kneeled before his father, undid the the satin tie that held his father's robe closed. As the robe fell open, Ryan saw his father's mighty shaft and grasped his throbbing erection. Ryan was filled with desire everytime he saw his father's 10 inch dick up close. The massive club that created him was meaty and strong, his phallus was perfection Ryan thought, the beautiful mushroom head formed the perfect cap at the end of his stalk. Ryan's mouth filled with saliva as he slowly opened his mouth and took his father's penis into his mouth. Above him his father sighed in ecstasy as his son skillfully sucked him off. Mike could feel himself get close to cumming so he pulled his son of his dick and guided him up. The men kissed each other lovingly and filled with passion, their tongues dueling with each other, lips bitten and suckled. Mike pushed Ryan down onto the futon and straddled him in a push-up position. Love and lust filled his eyes as he stared at his son beneath him. He licked at his son's earlobe, traced his tongue down across his neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin there. Beneath him Ryan writhed with excitement. Mike made his way down his neck, licking at the adam's apple before tracing his tongue across his son's clavicle. Both of them were leaking pre-cum profusely by this point. Mike dropped his hips a bit and dragged his slicked cock along his son's shaft, both shuddering at the sensation. Beneath him, Ryan, struggled, not to touch his father, but, the teachings of the All-Father instructed that, in his role as vessel, he could only receive the All-Father's grace. Unless his Father-priest instructed otherwise the vessel must submit to the guidance of the All-Father, and his father had not yet given him leave to become an active participant. As he reached the end of his son's clavicle, Mike raised Ryan's arm's so he could deep into the well of his armpit. He breathed in the heady scent of his son and licked at the skin there. He could feel his son's muscles quivering under his tongue. Mike took delight in knowing that Ryan was very sensitive to his touch, as if the Holy Essence was already filling him with rapture. Mike slowly moved away from his son's armpit and clasped his lips around his son's nipple and suckled at the teat, repeating the process on the other one. Ryan exploded in gasps and moans as his father's tongue scraped and dragged across his nipples. His father's moist tongue teased and tickled his nubs, he teeth nipped at them gently causing Ryan to go into fits of ecstatic agony. His breathing heavy and labored, muscles quivering with anticipation. Making his way down his son's abdomen, he traced the peaks and valleys of his son's eight pack with his moist tongue. As he went lower Mike began to pick up the faint taste of his son as his tongue crossed the pools of slick pre-cum that his son's dick was leaving on his abs. Mike stopped as he reached his son's iliac crest. Using his knees he parted his son's legs and kneeled between them as he sat back on his haunches. His son, beneath him, panted and writhed in stimulation. Father and son locked eyes, in that moment, both felt themselves filled with the grace of the All-Father. Mike grabbed his son's engorged cock in his hand, slick with pre-cum he squeezed the shaft, feeling the velvety firmness beneath, the action drew forth from the tip, a shiny bubble of pre-cum. Ryan gasped with joy, his stomach rising and falling frantically as he tried to control his penis from erupting. Slowly Mike pulled up on his son's cock, as his palm skirted against his son's coronal ridge, he plunged back down until he felt his son's bushy pubes against the back of his hand. He continued the motion for a few more strokes. Until he saw Ryan bit his lips and clench his body so as not to spill his seed. Mike let go of his son's cock and let him recover for a bit. Looking at his son, he said, "What is the creed of this church, son." Ryan caught his breath, closed his eyes, and said, "We believe in one God, the All-Father, Maker of all things visible and invisible. And in one Lord, the Favoured Son, begotten of the All-Father, Light of light, By whom all things were made. Who for us men, and for our salvation, came down and was incarnate and was made man. He suffered for us and on the third day ascended into heaven and into the loving embrace of the All-Father. And in the Holy Essence, the Lord and Giver of life, who issues from the Father, who with the Father and the Son together is worshiped and glorified." Ryan opened his eyes to see his father smiling at him, nodding in approval. "You make me proud son, you make the All-Father proud," Mike said. Still kneeling between his son's legs he places his hands beneath his son's knees and bent his legs up. "Now my son, tell me what are the virtues that the All-Father requires of his son's." His hands slid down along Ryan's calves in sensual caress. "A man must be patient, loyal, and understanding," he began, "A man honors the All-Father by being respectful, being a man of service and responsibility. He must be courageous, live with integrity and above all he must have honor." Mike smiled at his son resting his hands at his son's ankles, "Tell me son, have you followed the All-Father's teachings in all you have said and done this week?" Ryan, shifted his gaze away from his father and let out a sigh, "No, father-priest, I have not." he said not meeting his father's eyes. "Tell me about the error of your ways." he said. Ryan sighed again and he began to recall the incident. "I allowed myself to become angry, lose my patience and disrespect my fellow man. Last week at practice I lost my temper with the new guy, Joshua. His demeanor and attitude were not the most positive and I allowed that to affect me and push me over my limit. I lashed out at him because of my own faults. I allowed myself to fall behind in my work, which caused Coach to lecture me and threaten to bench me, which put me in a foul mood, which then exploded onto Joshua. For this I am sorry, Father-Priest." Mike looked down at his son, a stern look on his face. "Is that the extent of your transgressions?" he said. "Yes, Father-priest." Ryan responded. "I am glad to hear your honesty, and, that your lapse was not severe. The All-Father hears your heart and recognizes your shame and he absolves you. The Favoured Son forgives you and he wishes you to know his mercy." Mike said. He then proceeded to raise Ryan's ankles to his shoulders, he inched his way up so that his slicked and dripping penis stood at Ryan's puckered asshole. He looked down at his son, "Are you ready to receive the All-Father into your body? Are you ready to fill your heart with love as the Favoured Son did for us?" he asked. Ryan looked up at his father, hunger and desire in his eyes, "Yes, father, yes." Mike proceeded to sink all 10 inches of his cock into his son's warm velvety embrace. Ryan cried out in pain and in joy. Arching his back he threw his head back at the intrusion, but, he wanted it, no, he craved it. He needed the All-Father's blessing. Once Mike felt his balls slap against Ryan's ass, he gave his son a short, forceful thrust, Ryan's eyes blazed at the pain this cause. Mike did not pity his son, after all, he needed to learn the lesson for his lapse in behavior. Then slowly he started pulling back, the veiny shaft and coronal ridge of Mike's cock scraping against Ryan's tunnel walls. Ryan, let out a moan of anguished passion, as his dad began to longstroke his ass. Mike gasped in pleasure as the vibrations from his balls slapping against his son's ass traveled up his body. The vise-like grip of his son's ass was squeezing the cum from his balls, so he changed his strokes. He grabbed his son's ankles off his shoulders and pushed the legs up and back so that Ryan as nearly folded in half. Mike slid his cock back until just the tip was held in place by his son's sphincter. He moved his hips in a corkscrew fashion, the new sensations rocked both of them. Ryan gasped and cried out to the All-Father. Mike smiled at his son's piety, wrapping his hand around his son's shaft he squeezed tightly and proceeded to thrust up into his ass, snapping his hips on the upswing and making a loud slapping noise against his son's ass. Ryan's eyes began to water under the erotic assault. The joy and pleasure that coursed through him made the discomfort worthwhile. Mike, simultaneously, pounded his son's ass and jerked him off. He thrust into his son faster and faster. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the basement. Ryan was wailing in pleasure at this point, but, his father showed no signs of letting up his onslaught. He could feel the ridge of his father's dick scrape across his love nut. He was panting, covered in sweat and his legs quivered with strain. His whimpers and moans were driving their message to his father. Mike did not want to cause any undue pain to his son so he decided it was time to bring this lesson to a close. He started jackhammering his dick into his son, Ryan, cried out at the pain of his pleasure. The sound was music to his father's ears. Mike gripped the shaft tighter and started jerking it faster. "Oh, son, can you feel it," Mike said, his head was tossed back in ecstatic rapture, "Can you feel the presence the the Holy Essence coursing through us? The All-Father and the Favored Son are both here with us, son. Can you feel it? Ryan could not form any words in response. All he could do was moan and cry out in agreement. His father kept driving his cock into his ass. "Oh...oh...son, so close...On my god, oh my god, here it comes, Ryan...here it comes, take it son, take it, here it comes...take it son, take it, the blessing of the ALL-FATHER!!!!" His father roared as he blasted his cum deep into his son's ass. Holding the exploding cock in place, Mike shuddered and spasmed as his seed left his body and entered his son. His seed went deep into his son's ass and with it he transmitted the blessings of the All-Father. Mike gasped and panted as he drained himself into his son's ass. Ryan cried out a second later as his own cock exploded between himself and his father. His father's grip along with the assault on his prostate caused his erection to blast out one of his biggest loads. He felt like he was literally covered in the Holy Essence as his cum pooled on his stomach and face. Father and son panted furiously as they began to come down from their orgasms. Mike's cock slowly eased out of his son's cock as he began to deflate post-cum. His cum trailed out behind his cock and oozed down the crack of son's ass. He bent down and placed his mouth at the opening and began to lick and slurp the load out of his son's ass. Ryan was pushed to his limits sexually by the overstimulation he had just received, and, while he would normally have enjoyed a post-fuck felch, his father's actions felt like pins and needles coursing through his body. Ryan cried out and placed his hand on his father's head to stop him from going any further. Mike understood the message and pulled away from his son's ass, he made his way up to his son's face, seeing the pain and pleasure that was registered in his son's face, he was once again filled with love and pride for his boy. He closed the gap and kissed his son passionately with his cum-covered face. Ryan could taste himself and his father in the kiss and kissed back with a vengeance. Father and son mauled each other passionately as they rolled and wrestled on the futon, covering themselves in the Holy Essence of the All-Father.