I had been an acolyte of the cHurch of Universal Scientific Hedonism (HUSH) for some years now. I had been progressing in my studies quite well. I just passed the final test, Complete Mental Orgasm. I could now get my body to orgasm at will, and to keep that orgasm going as long as I desired, or keep it from orgasm as I wished. I had complete control. Or so I thought.
After passing the test, I was accepted by the brotherhood to become a full-fledged Brother! It was a time of great celebration. It was rare that a new Brother was confirmed into the order. At most it would happen one or two times every year. The entire brotherhood was preparing for the Ceremony Of Confirmation and Konsecration (COCK).
The temple was being cleaned and decorated by the Acolytes. The Brothers were preparing the sacraments for the ceremony. Special food and music was being made especially for me. I was spending special time with certain trusted friends and my mentor, preparing for the ceremony. This was a very special time for me. I felt so loved and honored by all those around me - Brothers, Acolytes, and worshipers alike.
Finally, all the preparations were made. I had made my final meditations, and I was ready. I had seen the final COCK celebration many times, but there were portions of the ceremony that were known only to the Brotherhood. I was dying of curiosity. All the Brothers seemed to have some kind of special ability that they shared only with those closest to them. Anyone who knew of these powers was sworn to secrecy. There was something special about not knowing in advance what would happen that served to increase the pleasure.
I had been told that the main thrust of the ceremony involved giving up my control completely to those around me, and trusting them to see me through the ceremony. As an Acolyte I had already learned to trust on so many levels. I couldn't imagine what could be left.
The great bell of the temple began to toll. I was in the meditation room, awaiting the arrival of the heads of the brotherhood. They shortly arrived, and we began the processional from the meditation room through the complex. Brothers, Acolytes and Worshipers lined the corridors, smiling, touching me. Hands continually rubbed over my body as I walked quietly through the corridors, every touch filling me with love and pleasure.
Finally, we reached the great stone door to the Temple of Ascension. I had passed it many times, wondering always what was behind it. Now I would find out. The door was controlled by a special genetic lock, keyed to recognize the genetic code of any 2 Brothers at a time. If someone was not allowed entry, well, they wouldn't have to worry about trying to get in a second time. I always wondered why the door had to be opened by 2 people.
The two Brothers at the lead of the processional inserted their penises into two holes - one on either side of the door. The cock locks clamped on to their penises, and would not release them unless they were allowed in. Other Brothers began pleasuring the first two. After a few moments, the two lead Brothers began moaning, exercising their mental control bringing themselves to orgasm. I noticed the holes were sucking on the Brothers penises, sucking in all the cum they produced for analysis by the lock. The holes lit up, and released the Brothers from the cock locks. The great bell stopped ringing, as the temple door slid slowly upward, with a great grinding of stone.
Several Brothers were carrying torches. We entered through the door. The last two Brothers through the door inserted their penises into cock-locks on the inside of the chamber, were helped to orgasm by the others, and the door soon closed. The room was dark, lit only by the torches several Brothers had brought inside. The chamber was warm, very humid, and smelled of incense, like sandalwood. And there was another smell here too, like clay.
The Brothers with torches went through the room, and lit wall sconces that were evenly spaced throughout the chamber. As the firelight spread through the room, I could see a vast stone chamber, with a huge vaulted ceiling. It was so high I couldn't see the apex. In the center of the chamber was a large round stone dais. The surface of it was perfectly glass smooth. Spaced around the dais were stone columns, waist-high, with bowls in the top of each. I could see a faint glimmer from each of the bowls - they had some kind of liquid in them - but I couldn't tell exactly what it was.
As I looked to my right, I noticed a small antechamber set into the great stone wall between two of the vaulting pillars. There appeared to be a large carved stone bathtub set into the floor. Near the tub were a series of soaps, towels, wash-cloths, and several shaving razors. Several Brothers escorted me over to the antechamber, and began to prepare me. First, I was shaved - head to toe. I didn't understand why - but I went along with it. A freshly-shaven body was definitely more sensitive and pleasurable.
Once my body was shaved completely - I was helped inside the empty basin. It was very deep - enough to cover me up to my neck sitting down. If I hunched down a little I could completely submerse. Then, seven brothers stood around the basin. They were each passed a goblet by Jayden, my mentor. As each of the brothers drank of the potion, Jayden explained that this was to be a very special bath. I would not be cleansed by water - but by the cum of my fellow Brothers. As a Brother - one's cum gained special powers - and the potion they each drank heightened those powers. It also had the effect of making the brother's cum change color based on the strongest power in their cum. Each of the 7 primary colors represented a different power - and I was to be bathed in all of them.
As I watched, the Brothers began cumming... a lot. It was as if they were streaming cum into the basin, and I was getting covered with it. They began to paint my body up and down with the rainbow cum. I closed my eyes as they painted my face and head. Jayden told me it was OK to eat some if I wished - and I did. Each color had a different flavor - not just the typical salty-sweet flavor of cum. Each brother gave me a mouthful of cum, and continued to paint my body. The basin was now filling with cum - and I could feel it coating my entire body. Needless to say I was hard as a rock - but oddly enough I didn't feel a need to do anything about it - it just felt good. I also noticed the rest of my body was growing completely relaxed - to the point where I no longer wanted to move.
It was then that I realized that I had stopped breathing, and that I couldn't speak. And yet - I wasn't scared either. Jayden explained that the next part of the ritual required my body to remain absolutely still for an extended period of time - and that one of the powers of the cum I was being bathed with would allow my body to live without oxygen for quite a long time. So I just relaxed and allowed the cum to fill my body. I felt like a sponge - absorbing it in through every pore and orifice. Finally - the tub was filled. The brothers stopped cumming. Then they began to rub the cum into my body. A fully body massage by 16 hands was pretty amazing. Next they flipped my body over gently - rubbing the cum into my back and my anus.
Once it was determined that I had bathed long enough, I was flipped back over (face up). Someone reached into the basin and pulled out a drain plug. The cum was drained off somewhere - and then I was washed clean with the wash cloths by the Brothers. Once I was completely cum-free, I was helped out of the basin. Apparently I could move when others wished it - but not by myself.
I was taken to another antechamber. This one was at the very back of the Temple - near the heart of the mountain itself. It felt very warm here. I was led to a large dais - on top of which was what looked like a casket. It was metal, and it had something that looked like clay inside. And it was separated into the shape of a man - head, arms, torso, legs. Each piece of the casket had it's own separate top - also filled with the clay-like stuff. I also noticed a large clay spike where a person's rear end was supposed to go. I looked askance at Jayden. He told me not to worry - it was there for a reason - but it wouldn't hurt. In fact - it would probably make me feel good.
Jayden explained that it was necessary to make a complete mold of my body - but he didn't say why. Then he reminded me that I wouldn't be able to breathe in the mold - which is partly why I had taken the cum bath. I realized this was the reason I had been shaved as well... I didn't want all those hairs stuck in the clay! The Brothers helped me up the stairs, and helped me to lay down in the casket. The clay felt warm, wet, and squishy against my skin. Each part of my body was pressed firmly into the clay to make sure I was making a good impression. Then, the clay spike was gently pushed into my anus. I felt it hit my prostate, and keep on going deeper and deeper. The clay filled me wonderfully.
Then, one by one, each lid was closed over me - first my feet, then my shins, my thighs, my torso and arms. I realized that somehow, through all of this, I still had my hard-on. Suddenly it dawned on me why - we would need a mold of that as well. Special care was taken to ensure that part of the mold was done properly. Then at last my face was covered. I could feel the weight of the clay pushing down on every part of me. I felt a bit like clay myself at that point.
Before my face was covered - Jayden explained that the mold would have to be baked for a period of time to allow the clay to set. He told me I would feel warm towards the end - but not to worry - I would not be injured. After all the lids were closed - I felt the dais and the casket moving. It must be being put into the drying oven. I was content to lay there - relaxed and filled, weighted down as I was by the clay. I could feel parts of me getting warmer - my toes, my fingers, my nose and the tip of my penis. Eventually the warmth spread throughout my whole body and it felt wonderful. It was odd too - it felt like the clay was almost alive - trying to mold itself to me - pushing into every pore, every nook and cranny, between my toes, under my fingernails, everywhere. Slowly - I could feel the clay settling, hardening, drying out. When it felt like the clay had completely hardened - and I was starting to get a bit warmer than was comfortable - even for being in a sauna, I felt the dais being rolled out again.
I lay patiently waiting for the lids to be removed from the mold. I suspect they were waiting for it to cool - it was probably a lot hotter on the outside than on the inside. Once the mold had cooled, the lids were slowly and carefully removed. I could feel the cool humid air on my skin, and smell the sandalwood of the Temple chamber again. I was helped slowly to get up from the mold - careful to make sure the mold of my rear end stayed in tact.
After all my hard work to get this far, it felt so good just to be cared for by others, to give myself over completely to the hands of my brothers. Once I was completely free of the clay mold, I was taken to the far back of the chamber, opposite the main door. I could see that the back of the chamber was actually facing into natural rock.
It seemed there was a cave in the middle of this rock wall. I could hear a bubbling sound - like water in a spring. The clay smell was very strong here - it was coming from the spring inside the cave. I was instructed to enter the spring. I touched the water gingerly with my toes. It was hot, hotter even than bath water. And it made my toes tingle in a way I had never felt before. I looked hesitantly at the Brothers, who were all gathered around me. They looked at me with a knowing gaze, told me not to worry, that I would really enjoy the next part. So, I slid slowly into the spring, all the way up to my neck.
It felt amazing. It was like my whole body was being massaged all at once. My whole body became very relaxed and very very heavy. I just let myself go. My whole body became so relaxed - like in sleep - it felt so good just to be still and let all the pain and hard work ebb away into the... water? At some point I realized this was not just plain water I was bathing in - there was something special about it. My body began to tingle again, and then I noticed the water began to get thicker, or I began to get lighter. I was still not breathing - nor did I feel the need to. I looked at my hands under the water - and they seemed to be stretching, bending. I grabbed my right index finger with my left hand and pulled. I felt a wonderful tingle, and my finger started getting longer - stretching like clay.
I started playing with my stretchy body, pulling, twisting, bending. It was as if my bones were made of cartilage. And the more I did this the stretchier I got. Until, finally, I pulled on my finger a little too hard, and it completely detached from my hand! And yet, it felt amazingly good when I did this. I looked at Jayden. He told me my body was being changed by the waters, and not to worry. He said to keep playing, and enjoy myself. So I did.
Eventually, my body felt like it was actually melting, disintegrating, and yet, I could still feel it. I looked down at my chest, which looked more like soup than flesh, and I pushed my hand into it. It felt all warm and ticklish, and amazingly good. I started mixing up my own body, until finally, my head went all the way into the water. At that point, I just felt like this soupy lump of clay. I couldn't move, but I felt so relaxed I didn't care. My body was swirling around in the current of the water, and I kept feeling so light and sensitive to everything. It was almost like every cell in my body was now as sensitive and pleasurable as my penis was.
After some time, I felt as if I was rising up out of the water. Some sort of finely-woven fabric was lifting up from the bottom of the basin, and taking me with it. I could feel myself being moved, and then poured into something. I realized this must be the reason for the mold that was made of my body earlier, I was being re-shaped into my original form. I could feel the doors of the casket being closed, but it all felt very disjointed, lots of mixed signals. And then the warmth began, I could feel it much more strongly this time. And yet, it was never painful. Just warm. It felt amazingly good. I was clay, being baked in an oven, and I liked it!
Eventually I felt myself begin to cool. And I realized that I had more sensation now. It was as if my body was beginning to remember what it was supposed to do. I could wiggle my toes and my fingers, even open my eyes. The lids of the casket were opened, and I could see, hear, move my body just as if nothing had happened. And yet, I knew there was something different.