Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2021 21:50:34 +0200
From: Chaim Utrecht <groeiutrecht@gmail.com>
Subject: Rebirth, part 1 (Authoritarian/Adult-youth)

Rebirth
Part 1
by Chaim
groeiutrecht@gmail.com

Now that I became a true brother, I lived humbly in their mighty shadow,
but I revive in their strength.

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In May, with my studies completed, I had decided to spend the summer at the
reclusive Monastery in order to try to decide what to do next with my
life. I was not looking for something religious and how I got the invite
was still a bit of a mystery. I didn't know the congregation, nor its rules
but they offered three months, no strings attached, accommodations for a
graduating high school student. I considered it as my good fortune to have
been offered a place to stay where so I could contemplate on my future. So
far, as the offer stated, I was the only novice at the Monastery, and I
liked it that way. I wanted to find a place in solitude to understand my
secret fantasies and desires and get a clear view of my future.

Now I was in the Monastery's chapel. Get the picture, a blond, toned youth,
eighteen years old, just in my white tee shirt, briefs and socks bound to a
huge prayer chair. Yes, I was hunched over a prayer chair which was fixed
to the marble floor before the altar. My arms stretched straight down in
front of me, my head hanging over the elbow rest, my knees spread wide and
tied to the kneeler.

Entering the Monastery I was dragged in by a nearly naked brother. In a
flash I saw that he was wearing a wide transparent white robe that left
nothing to my imagination. The outline of his cock and balls under the
wafer-thin cotton was clearly visible and prominent. I saw he was not
wearing any underwear under his robe, and a squirting cock was embroidered
on the white almost transparent linen. The brother was my age but more
muscular and there was no hair in sight. He had to shave himself completely
or be shaved like that. I was shocked and amazed and my head immediately
filled with weird questions.

The brother didn't give me much time to think about this, without warning I
was hustled into the chapel. The same boy who opened the door for me was
now putting his knee against my lower back and he forced me to kneel down
on a huge prayer chair. Before I realized what was happening, my hands were
cuffed to the sides of the chair, downwards close to the marble floor in
front of me. This position forced my chest down against the elbow rest of
the prayer chair. The brother lifted my legs up and held them tightly
together.

"Ah" I yelled panicked, "Stop it! Get off me!" I combated, swinging and
swaying, desperately attempting to make him stop, "Oh fuck! Let me go! Let
me go!"

I yelled, still panicked. He ignored me and just was gazing into my
eyes. Panting and heaving, I stared back at him, enraged. Believe me, I was
furious and in shock but was unable to resist him, I was bound and
helpless. Everything went so quickly, my trainers were popped off and the
brother undid the fly of my tight blue jeans and stripped them off my
legs. Kicking to no avail, my knees were forced down onto the kneeler. The
boy sat on top of me, forcing his strong legs between the my knees which he
strapped tight to the frame at the outside corners of the prayer chair. I
knew and felt this way my butt stuck back and out, stretching the thin
cotton seat of my briefs, my young thighs spread and bent. I could hardly
see the chapel, it was dimly lit with candles and the windows the stained
glass windows let in little light. I was scared and still in shock, as the
boy slapped my face to get my attention and said to me,

"I am brother Sebastian, listen carefully, do not think of the past, this
is your future."

I tried to protest, fought my bonds but he slapped my face again and as I
calmed down. He continued,

"This is your future, forget your preconceived limits and throw off your
inhibitions. The Prior of this Monastery is our Father now and he rejoices
in your subservience. I will guide you through the process of your
surrender and ease the way for you to accept your future and the rules of
the Monastery. Father is the chosen, he is our protector and master, we
have to follow him and worship the Holy Seed. Accept him without any
restraint as your Father and you feel happy and enlightened."

That sounded obscure and like spiritual nonsense. That sounded obscure and
like spiritual nonsense. Enlightenment was something for religious
Buddhists or lost students of anthropology. I was just ambushed by a
half-crazed lunatic. I still had enough of a hold on my senses to protest,

"I'm telling you, there is no way I can accept this or him or whatever
nonsense! This is insane! It against the law, let me go! You forced me
inside and tied me up. You slapped me, this is ridiculous and absurd!"

He answered me calmly while he showed me a thin rubber band,

"You will accept your future, or I might be tempted to do give you more
than one snap with his,"

pulling on the thin rubber band to dramatize his threat. He was quiet for a
second or two. I yelled at him,

"Okay, I bet I can take it. I'm really tough! You'd never make me to accept
this shit!"

"No," he said, letting me off the hook. "I'm not gonna force you, but you
can't insult Father without punishment. I'm just gonna do this once, so
you'll know how serious it is. You ready tough guy?"

"Yeah," I said, gritting my teeth and looking down at the marble floor. I
knew this was gonna hurt. The brother put the thin band against my skin of
my upper thigh, right against the crease, pulled the band back, hesitated a
spilt second and released it. The thin rubber band hit my upper thigh,
"Ahh!" I cried out. The pain of it surprised me, "Shit! Fuck! That hurt,
man! Goddamn, that hurt!"

The brother smiled, "Now you understand how serious it would be to give you
three of those, don't you?"

he said, "You still want me to do that some more?"

he teased and looked down at me. To my embarrassment my dick was hard as a
glass rod. The brother smiled down at me,

"You don't understand," he smiled, "you and your body will welcome
Father. It is a sin to insult Father. You want him. You need him."

The brother's hands lifted my face until my eyes focused on his eyes, and
he smiled again.

"We've been watching you for years, Michael. You are that small kid who
played with his little dick and dreamed of the strong teens around him. I
know everything about your fantasies, your longing for bondage, your
experiments. The Grindr, Recon accounts on your handy, all your impossible
and desperate attempts to find a dominant master and longing for sexual
release. Yes, I know your excitement and constant failure, your desire to
serve, to become a humble boy again. Now that day had come, you will
surrender to Father. He, Father, has chosen you to serve him."

The words were soft and insistent and I felt myself melt in his grip,
strange enough a sense of joy and surrender pervading my body and my
mind. I started to renew my protestations, but his mouth closed over mine
and an incredible sense of longing filled me.

"Just admit it, you need it. I'm one of his boys, a brother and Father
ordered me to prepare you for him. You will be our little young novice, a
boy in training to be in his service. Soon you will be humble and eager to
learn everything to become a brother like me and to please him all the
way. Collect yourself, you have to be a good little boy and you have to
surrender to him and his congregation of the Holy Seed. You don't
understand it now, but believe me, this Monastery of the Holy Seed is your
new home and your final destination."

Strange enough I wanted it, I wanted it all, because deep inside I knew he
was right. Something happened to me, suddenly my young body craved to be
filled with the unknown pleasure to belong to this congregation. Still my
mind resisted, determined that I could not do it. This was unreal, I
blinked my eyes rapidly a few times, trying to adjust to my new
surroundings. It was always the same when I woke up from a exciting
dream. but this seemed so real. It took a moment or two for my brain to
understand that it was real.

I have been walking down the track to this Monastery. I remembered I
spotted a stone, lifted my foot to kick it, and then, the next step, I was
here in this strange chapel.

I looked down at myself and smiled at the strangeness of what I saw. Now I
remembered, remembered it in almost every detail. I had a strange exciting
dream before I came here, was it really a dream? Some distant memory seemed
to be telling me, I was here to serve a Father and would be doing things
that I hadn't done before.

My eyes focussed now, I looked around. The brother was standing next to me,
almost naked, maybe this was how a brother should be, revealing himself
totally in all his glory. I wanted to be like him so Father could see me
and think I was worth choosing to be his humble servant. I could see the
brother was happy, for him being seen nearly naked was perfectly
acceptable. The brother wasn't nervous, embarrassed or even ashamed. It
took a few minutes but now a bit of my dream was very clear. Those bits
were very private and should always be kept from the sight of others, but
the brother knew, he was openly looking at me, I wondered if he could read
my mind.

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Predicted

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I was hard, this was absolutely insane, even in my wildest dreams, I
couldn't have been predicted what happened when I hammered on his door of
this Monastery. But it was predicted. I thought of my exciting dream. No,
it was not really a dream. It was his real experience, reality and dream
merged. It was a dream but it was still my experience, I didn't know, maybe
I lost my mind. I guess you begin to understand things slowly, over time
and through experience, but this was different. The first time I remember
stepping back and saying 'Yes, I'm gay, a real bottom and want to serve a
man,' was when I left high school. Looking back, it seems I might have
guessed right then about who I was going to be. None of us can predict the
future though, but I had this dream, lively and real.

In my dream my teenage body seemed to melt as a man stroked my sensitive
skin. It didn't matter that I couldn't see him, he was dominant and took
advantage of me. I was not being able to see him but that made my other
senses more intense. My body trembled and shuddered with delight as he
stroked my skin, he felt me all over and kissed me. That kissing made me
horny as hell! The unseen tongue possessed my mouth, it was making my dick
jerk and twitch, and it didn't matter at all that I couldn't see the
man. Now I think He was the Father, he was kind but very powerful, sweet
and he took possession of me. The man's tongue went on. It was all over me,
his tongue went all over the front of my body! I never had realised in my
dreams that my body was so sensitive. Especially the soft, inside flesh of
his thighs. That was magical! The man, who was Father, was turning me over
and some instinct told me that I should lift his hips so my butt was up,
and that same instinct told me to get his knees as far apart as I could. I
immediately went into my submissive role. Father felt my hard little dick
and he then bound my hands behind my back as he went down on my hard
dick. He told me not to cum or I would be severely punished and said he had
to suck it and get to know his property. He sucked and played with both my
dick and my full balls. He edged me for a long time and he kept taking my
pre-cum as he said, "You are a very sexy sweet little boy!"

I didn't know why I opened myself up for him, but I did in my dream without
hesitation. I surrendered myself to him. He praised my willingness and
continued, he fingered my bare asshole and lubed me and he took me to a
chair and bend me over it. My chest was supported by the back of it and he
bound me to it. The man quickly and expertly tied my wrists together with a
length of rope. I flexed my wrists experimentally, and found them to be
tightly bound. He moved in and tied my ankles and only my toes were
touching the floor and I found I was not able to move more than just a few
inches. My ass was now spread apart some more with my asshole up and
exposed. I was not scared, my cock was hard, hanging down with my balls. My
mouth was at the right height to take his cock, but he decided to fuck my
ass, and once his cock was at the entrance he just pushed and went inside
stretching my pucker. It caused me to gasp in wonderful shock, caused me to
arch my back, caused me to gasp in pain and amazement.

"Ah! My ass!" Wincing in pain, I groaned as he forced his cock deeper
inside to reach the depths of my asshole. The friction was creating a
burning-like pain.

"Ah, it hurts! Your cock is too big. Take it out, Father" I whimpered.

The burning pain continued to torture my ass lips but Father kept shoving
his dick in deeper. The thickness spread my asshole apart and the noise
filled the chapel as Father started to fuck me. I was not used to be fucked
and the size and the tempo of him. It hurt and was uncomfortable to take a
cock like this for the first time but despite the pain my own dick was
still hard and leaked. Father moved one hand up and grabbed my shoulder to
pull me back as he thrust in deeper, his thrust got a moan out of me along
with the noise of my now pleasurable pain.

"That's it! Knew you'd like it." Father said as he thrust away.

Father's dick slide in and out as I willed my muscles to relax and enjoy
the fuck. I begged,

"Oh, please, Father," in a gasping whisper, "Please, fuck me. Make me
yours. Take me to paradise."

Father groaned, "Oh, novice boy. You're a damn good fuck."

Was did really a dream or reality? I shivered and felt his praise deep
inside, it went up from my bowels over my spine to my brain. Father praised
me and I was happy that it almost hurt, oh that sweet pain, I would do
anything to hold on to that feeling.

He went back and forth, back and forth, first slowly but later so strongly
and rapidly that at each forward movement, my butt met his groin. Father's
breath was coming quickly and I felt his dick opening me wider and
wider. He slowly withdrew and paused. "I'll fuck you as often as I
can. How's that?"

He didn't wait for my answer, but suddenly, so suddenly that I felt some
surprise, his cock travelled again into my bowels and it pressed against my
prostate gland, sending an overwhelming pleasurable sensation along my
spine. Father thrust his dick deeply, slowly, pushing his entire length in,
and he paused for another moment. He took something and he showed me the
whip.

"Novice boys don't really understand what fucking's all about till they've
been whipped,"

Father said and I was far from sure I wanted to be whipped but I badly
wanted to be fucked more.

"That's gonna fucking hurt!" I stated the obvious. "Of course, novice boy,
what do you think?" Father confirmed, "No gain, without pain. A few strokes
of the whip and you'll be my good, obedient boy."

I couldn't believe my ears, "That is what you want, Father?" I asked, "Me
as your good obedient boy?"

"Your choice, if you have any choice," Father chuckled and made it clear,
"We both know there are no limits in the Monastery and I'll own you."

Father extended the whip over my body, and dangled the tip over my face.

"Kiss it, lick it, make love to is, novice boy! Show how grateful you are
for the attention I'm going to give you. When I'm done with you, your hot
novice ass is going to be covered with beautiful red marks. You will feel
it and it will hurt, but you will happy to feel the pain if it's for my
pleasure."

"Yes, Father!" I moaned, as I strained to raise my head, and eventually,
was able to kiss on the leather tip, and slobber it with my spit.

"See, you have no choice. I'm your Father and have my cock balls deep in
your tight little ass and you want my cock spunking inside you. You'll be
mine to whip and to fuck. I'll own you, you are just a little novice boy,
so do you want to be owned? Do you accept the things you cannot change,
that's your real choice."

In my dream Father didn't use the whip on me, "Your time will come soon,
novice boy, there is a time and place for everything."

but it took him only seconds to get into his rhythm again, as he pumped his
cock into my bare asshole. Father soon had me screaming at each thrust and
I was moaning and I felt his balls slap my thighs as he fucked me. Father
stopped, but the pause lasted perhaps for five seconds before the action
recommenced. Father drew his dick back, till the inside edges of his helmet
were touching the inside muscles of my asshole, and then he rocked forward,
smoothly sliding his cock up to its base. With this, he soon established a
rhythmic motion, in and out, in and out. I picked up on the motion, and
began to exercise some muscle control of my own, at each rearward movement,
I clenched my asshole. Soon, Father's pace accelerated, and he kept going
for a long time, occasionally stopping to re-lube me. Eventually he stopped
and said,

"The whip will give you lovely, sexy, red lines on your butt, and I rather
think you'll enjoy getting them."

Father whispered,

"You want the whip now, don't you?"

There's that feeling in my loins. The way he asked me seemed so seductive!
Damn, that feeling was getting strong. I was definitely in unfamiliar
territory and loving it. Silently, I nodded my head. As he lifted the whip,

"Just as a sweet introduction, you get two, to get the feeling,"

I braced myself. The first lash across my bare back was very light. It
didn't hurt at all, but that feeling in my loins had now moved down to my
balls and was now beginning to ache! The next lash across my back was a
little harder, but still didn't hurt much. I believed there couldn't be any
marks. Father was just playing with me, but after that he got very serious
about my whipping.

"Now we start the real thing, novice boy, be prepared,"

I winced at the first serious lash, gasped at the second, whimpered on the
third, bit his lip at number four and howled at the fifth then screamed for
the next seven, though my dripping cock had gone rock solid under me by six
and at twelve, though I was yelling and blubbering, something inside me
didn't want it to stop and I wanted to submit to the whip and be whipped to
spunking.

In my dream Father thoughtfully gave me another couple after the dozen,
then grabbed me by my hips and plunged straight in, and somehow the burning
agony of my caned ass combined with the feeling of the ravaging cock that
now owned me, plundering me insides, ensured that me that I belonged here
but could my ass handle such a powerful cock like his tool forcing it's way
into me. I started to feel intense pain, I was in agony, I gritted my teeth
together and started to cry out in pain, The Father did not seem to care
that I was in pain, I finally yelled out,

"Father, stop, please stop, I can not handle this, your cock is too big,
please stop."

Father leaned over my back and whispered in my ear,

"You came here to surrender, novice boy and I am going to breed your
fucking ass again, and I expect your little ass to open up easily. It is my
duty to dump at least three loads in a novice boy and you are now my novice
boy, so you will take this and when I cum, you will thank me for it, do you
understand me?"

I groaned,

"Yes Father, I will do everything, just the way you want, but please take
it easy, it's my first time. I'm a boy, I'm not that strong, I don't know,
I can handle it."

In my dream I felt it, my surrender, as Father told me the truth,

"Let's get one thing straight right now, I am your Father, I have a cock
and you have a little tight pussy, you're my novice boy and a boy like you
needs to be fucked, there are no limits here."

with that Father shoved his cock straight into me again, I screamed and
Father slapped my right ass cheek,

"I own you, take all of my cock up that tight boy pussy of yours, I love
fucking a pussy like yours raw, do you like having my cock up your tight
little ass?"

At this point Father started to pull his cock almost all the way out of my
ass and then he slammed it all the way back in. I felt his balls as they
slapped against my butt, I screamed in agony as he kept this up for what
seemed hours, after about some minutes I felt the pain starting to subside
as I realized my own cock was rock hard. Soon I was loving it, I wanted his
cock for so long, I suffered all these months enjoying this kind of dreams,
but how to find him and this Monastery? In my dream was grunting and
started to moan, I was finally beginning to feel pleasure, when Father
slapped my ass real hard and I loved the feeling, this was the first time I
got fucked. 'I've missed so much' I thought to myself. Father pulled his
dick out almost all the way and pushed it back hard, so hard that I lunged
forward as far as my bounds allowed me.

"Farther that's so nice, thank you for fucking my ass, please ram your big
dick hard as you like, I love it!"

He fucked me even harder as I felt myself get to the stage that I wanted to
cum, but I couldn't reach for my dick. I was suddenly aware of what he
asked me,

"Boy, do you know that you are mine and here in the Monastery to service my
cock whenever I want your little ass?"

I screamed,

"Yes Father, anything you want, anything."

In my dream was moaning out of control by now, and I started to feel
extreme pleasure and before long I was moaning and saying all sorts of
things, it was as if Father had turned on a switch inside me and I was no
longer in control of my body, I was saying things that I never would have
imagined I could have said. I begged him to fuck me, to make me his boy and
with that my cock erupted without touching it. I yelled and was cumming all
over the marble floor. I had lost complete control of my body, I was so
surprised that I had cum without even touching my dick that I yelled,

"Thank you Father!"

The Father slapped my ass and promised me,

"You will soon understand why you will be punished for that, you have to
restrict yourself, a novice boy can't cum without my permission."

He had slowed his fucking down as he was thrusting in and out of me, he
would twist his body from side to side as he pulled out of my ass and then
force it up or down, side to side and I was screaming in pleasure as he
continued to do this, by this time I was rock hard again. Finally Father
pulled out of my ass and turned me around to face him,

"You take it well, boy, but we are not finished yet."

he grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up. He pushed me against
the wooden X-Cross behind the altar. In a flash I was tied, facing the
cross. My legs were spread wide and tied tightly to the outside
eyelets. Rope cuffs were put on my wrists and tied tightly to the top
eyelets, causing me to stand on my toes. My body was stretched tight and
completely vulnerable.

"Good boy. You are learning fast."

He praised me, and I felt myself get excited at his praise, felt a warmth
of happiness spread through my body when this unexpected praise came from
him.

"Thank you, Father."

I whispered it, meaning it, excited I was doing something right, whatever
it was. I heard him chuckle softly and I felt his hands on my body. Father
was explored my body and tortured my prominent little nipples before he
took a small step back. He spat on his fully hard cock and without any
warning, rammed it balls deep into my ass again. I let out a yelp as the
pain and his large cock filled my ass,

"This little boy hole is made only for my cock."

Father pulled out leaving the head of his throbbing hard cock right at my
pucker, and immediately rammed it back into my guts with all his might. I
groaned and Father started to piston fuck my little asshole with everything
he had. He had only used a small amount of spit and no lube for this
fuck. Oh holy shit, despite the pain, my cock felt so good. I was having a
hard time not coming from the long hard strokes. He battered my ass with
stroke after stroke. I was sobbing of pain and lust, but was not incoherent
yet. Later I learned there's a pain point where the logical brain checks
out on me, and I can, for example, no longer form coherent
sentences. That's what happened in my exciting dream, because finally, when
I knew the Father was about to cum, he pulled completely out. My brain
checked out, he drilled his cock into me with the most violent stroke yet
and just yelled noncense.

He slid me down onto his cock and I was babbling as a little boy. He was
impaling me balls deep and I cried with happiness. I kept moaning but
couldn't beg for more as he took control of me completely. This time I was
more than happy to be tied up and forced on his cock and I was yelling out,

"Oh Father, oh..."

I was babbling, screaming and sobbing, begging him,

"Please help me. Please."

my dick was rock hard. I couldn't think anymore, was this is pleasure or
pain? I twitched violently, almost beside myself I was able to express my
need,

"I want to be here at the Monastery with you, Father. Yes Father, please
just keep fucking me, make me your boy. Breed me."

Father kept fucking me harder and harder, till he started to slow down. He
untied me and turned me around. He looked me in the face and spat in my
open mouth, I didn't care. We were chest to chest and face to face with my
legs wrapped around his waist, my own dick pressed between his six pack and
my stomach, he spoke and said,

"Beg for my seed, boy. I want to hear you beg."

I surrendered completely and had not limits anymore, and I did as Father
demanded,

"Father, I want you to fuck me, I want you to shove your cock up my ass and
fuck me. I want you to breed me. I have never imagined that anyone could
make me feel so complete. You are the Father of the Holy Seed and I will
worship you always, please fuck me!"

With that Father fucked his cock into me, I could not hold off any longer
and my dick started shooting off, my seed splashed between Father and
myself. I was moaning out of control as Father fucked me with his picked up
the pace and was slamming me against the X-cross and my legs where bouncing
all over the place as Father started to yell at me,

"Yes boy, you need this and your going to get it, your going to take my
load up your ass."

at that moment Father shoved his whole cock all the way into my ass and I
felt the pleasure of his hot seed filling my ass. He roared into my ear one
final time, "I own you", while his cock spasmed and spurted load

after load of his seed deep into my bowels. At that time I was barely able
to focus on where I was.

I noticed brother Sebastian looked down at me as I came back to reality.

Thanks for reading!

Chaim

groeiutrecht@gmail.com