Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2018 22:49:45 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Entering the Chapel Part 4 Entering the chapel- 4 This is a work of gay fiction with scenes of consentual sex between men. IF this offends you than you're in the wrong place and you should leave. This story is the sole property of the author and may not be reused without his written permission. If you get some enjoyment from this story and others on this site consider an ongoing contribution to nifty at- nifty.org /donate. Entering the chapel - 4 cajuncock Laying strapped to a padded table in the dimmly lighted room surrounded by naked, hooded, erect men all holding lite candles was scarey even for me. To make it worse I was deep in the sub basement of a set resembling my own home. The mosaics on the walls and ceiling of the room depicted men, boys, animals all having joyful sex. There was a deep, bass sound of chanting in the background. Three very tall, blond, muscled men wearing hidious masks stood behind my body. Their bodies were covered in fur vests hanging to their waists. Three long, thick uncut cocks were exposed and dripping pre onto my body on the lowered table drapped in black satin. The music stopped and the tallest of the men uttered an order. Two accolites raised my legs and the three masked men marched around my body spraying it with the sacred, red liquid. They anointed me generously around my genitals. One by one they entered me but only for a mere second, just pushed the tips of their erections past my tight ass muscle. The twenty or so men in the room followed them doing the same. The room smelled of incense and the sweet smell of male lust. Suddenly, all the lights came on and an unseen man yelled "Cut!". Everyone seemed to relax, moving away from me. "That was just not right." yelled the director. "Why can't our sacrifice look just a little afraid? Fuck even his cock is standing at attention! Someone take care of that so we can do another take." One of the young, teen attendants immediately jumped onto the table between my legs and began sucking my cock. It took only a few minutes with his obviousluy well skilled and practiced mouth to bring me off. Hearing my gutteral moans others in the room watched as my strapped down body twisted in my excitement. No one seemed to mind. We would do still another take to get this right. Blue pills and poppers were handed out to all of the extras to prep them for another try. So much was normal for any filming. How did I end up here? It was all Fritz's fault! Fritz and the film's director, Georg, had been guests at my Czech B&B earlier in the year. Fritz was the writer who produced the scripts for many of Georg's films. Jan, my project manager, had a brief fling with Fritz that ended up in my bedroom with me in the middle. The following day Fritz was shown the hidden chapel of Priapus, the fertility god, whose form was a giant penis. He was worshiped throughout Europe in various forms. Quickly. Fritz began working on a script revolving around Priapus worship. The first draft was presented to Georg, along with a tour of the ancient chapel. They left promising to keep me in contact. Near the end of the season Georg returned with some wealthy, gay backers. The group had reserved all of the rooms of the B&B for three days. Fritz did a presentation of his film ideas. The group then toured the ancient chapel. That seemed to secure the money for the film. At the end of the regular season Georg returned with his crew to do some exterior shots. Young, porn actors were also included. Over 2 days they managed to make a few basic shots with the actors. Fritz assured me that the historical site would not be touched. He'd managed to convince Georg that filming the interior scenes would best be done in a studio setting where there was better control. Upon hearing of the planned project, Greg, my resident historian, had strong objections to using the ancient chapel for filming. We all agreed that his concerns were valid. Arrangements were made for photos to be taken of the chapel and grottos which would be used to recreate the same scene at the studio. We began negotiations over money. This was quickly resolved to my satisfaction and the dates were set for the filming at the B&B. It would take place a week after we formally closed for the season. Hopefully, the weather would hold out for that week. Apparently, all was set up until one, last hitch. The actor hired to play the essential role as the sacrifice to Priapus bailed. It seems that he'd run off with a Greek millionare and his equally handsome Arab boyfriend. Having seen photos of the trio on the Greek's yacht in some of the European gay magazines, I couldn't blame him for giving up his film career. I imagined them making their own, private films while sailing around the Greek islands. But the last minute departure of one of the main characters left some scenes yet to be done. I was quietly approached by Fritz. I did bear some resemblance to the departed actor. Fritz proposed that I stand in for some of the unfinished scenes. I had some objections to having my face plastered on film. I was assured that with the proper make up I would not be recognized. The idea had some appeal to me so I agreed. I would wear a mask in the scene and only my naked body would be exposed. Even my one tatou would be covered up. The makeup artist, a very gay young man, did an excellent job. He even sculpted by body hair to a point where I did not recognize my body. While he worked on my body, Jan was in constant attendance. He cast a protective guard over my body. So this is how I ended up at the studio in Prague laying on a padded table set up as an altar. After a few poor tries at the scene, the final take was about to begin. I hadn't even bothered to read the script assuming that I had no lines. Fritz told me just before we began that I'd just do what came naturally to me- don't over act. The scene began with me, a hood covering my head, being taken into the chamber. The hood was removed to reveal my heavily made up face. A ceremonial mask was placed over my face and I was forced onto the altar. Tied down my anal area was sprinkled with red tinted water, supposedly to look like blood, and my anal entrance was well lubed by one of the makeup staff. Having just cum during the break I was flacid, my soft, thick, long cock laying across my stomach. The scene proceeded according to the script. The poppers and the viagra had produced the desired affect on the men standing naked around me. As the high priest approached my body my legs were lifted and spread by his two assistants. My exposed hole was filmed close up. Cameras had been placed under the end of the altar to catch the moment of insertion. The high priest's cock, a much larger one than I'd expected, was filmed as it touched my opening. Right on cue my own cock hardened at the thought of the invasion by his tool. He asked me if I was faithful to the god Priapus. I yelled "YES!" and he lunged forward impaling me. My body twisted at the sudden fullness. Stroke after stroke was filmed by different cameras as he invaded my bowels with his large weapon. I gave up all pretense of acting and yielded to him. A surge of lust overtook me as I was filled with his load. One by one all of the others followed him in filling my body with their cum. Finally, the director yelled "Cut!" The scene was over or so I thought. Cum was dripping from my over used hole. I expected that I'd be released from my bindings. But no one seemed to be interested in doing that. The director walked over to me. Smiling, he explained that some additional footage needed to be done. Close ups of various cocks fucking my hole were needed just in case the others were not right. For these all of the crew, and Jan, had voluteered. I looked down to see a line of men forming at the end of the altar, all naked. Jan was at the head of the line with his monster cock stiff in his hand. I smiled at him and nodded my understanding. Cameras had been put in place, fixed to capture the scene. For the next two hours each member of the crew, and some others, fucked my welcoming hole. I could feel the spent cum dripping out of my over used hole. In the end I'd taken countless loads and felt very satisfied. My own cock had erupted over and over again until my stomach and chest were covered in my own juices. Later Fritz explained that the juice I'd taken during the break had been laced with a sexual stimulant to insure that my performance would be realistic. Jan helped my used body to my bathroom in the hotel where he drew a hot bath for me. He joined me in the oversized tub as he washed my sore hole before I settled in the tub onto his familiar cock. That night we both slept soundly cuddled in the king size bed. I felt more satisfied than any other time in my life. Ok, we needed to add some hot action! Let me know if the story should continue- jaskejr@hotmail.com Remember to clean up after reading all of the stories on nifty. You might want to set up a donation box for nifty, putting money in for each time you cum while reading a story here.