Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 23:43:18 -0500 From: Jim Weir Subject: Boned in the Skull My mom sent me back east "for a good education" or because "He screwed up the flying deal. We should have exposed that one at birth" I'm never really sure about mom's sense of humor. Mom always said "He's the black sheep of the family." Dad said "We have plans for him, he's malleable." When I found out what that meant got got really mad. I wanted to confront them about what I had overheard but then they would want to know why I was in the basement under dads study. If they knew that was where I go to snort line or two they would flip. I had been at school about 2 weeks when I got a cryptic note slid under my door. I could not read it because the symbols made no sense. After hours of study my head pounded my eyes hurt so I threw it on the dresser in frustration. I went to get a couple of ludes out of my stash, thats when I saw the note reflected in my coke mirror. It was printed backwards. "It is your time. When someone says to you POWER you must follow without question." I didn't know what to do so I called my Daddy. He said " I have spent allot of money making connections for you, don't fuck up again or I'll go with one of your brothers." "But Dad you don't know what this is about." "It's about POWER!" click the phone went dead. I was stunned but had no choice really; my grades were always a little below average. I'm not stupid I just don't like to work. I dream of the day I get a job where I get paid to go on vacation. I figured I can go along with anything I had to so one day I can have my dream. I had just smoked a joint laced with angel dust and started across campus to my political science class when a man walked by and said. "POWER" I almost ran away. Where would I go? Mom doesn't like me much, she would not hide me. Dad told me go; so I followed. He lead me around and around till I was lost then suddenly left me standing in front of a door. The door was hidden by bushes and I'm sure only those chosen knew it even existed. The door swung open and I walked into darkness. From nowhere a voice sounded "What will you do for POWER?" " I'll do whatever it takes." I answered. " Whatever it takes?" " Yes " "Remove your clothing and put on the robe you will find on the next door." I did as I was told. I found the robe hanging just in front of me as I became used to the darkness around me. I took off my clothes and pulled the robe around my body. I hope it's not a dick contest or I'm fucked I thought to myself. I used to hate my small dick until it dawned on me; I only cared about my orgasm away fuck the bitch. "Come" I jumped with a start then went through the door. The room was dimly lit with torches and draped with tapestries. They showed pictures of battles and gore; some were pure sex, many were a weird mix of both. I was stimulated by the pictures and was glad I have such a small dick so the robe would hide my erection. 14 other men stood in a circle and I was told to join them. There was a thrown with a low alter in front only about 2ft tall. I wondered what part that would play this evening but my guess was way short of the mark. "Here in this hall we contract men to our cause. Each of you alone are nothing. With our help you may rise higher than you ever could alone. You must obey our word without question. You may bear false witness as a matter of course but to us you will obey. You will go to church and act the pious man but you will worship us alone. Do you so swear? " 15 voices answered "Yes" "You will prove your loyalty and make the contract by the joining of essence. Remove your robes." We all knew there was no going back now. The falling robes revealed that mine was not the only boner. I had often longed to suck a dick. I used to watch the other guys shower back in the guard; thats why I had to leave. I could not even take the physicals, anymore when the Doc touched me my dick gave me away. "Pair off and use your brother to achieve your goal. Use him well. As you fuck his mouth you show your need, as you are fucked in return you show your submission too us." The men turned to each other and found a partner. 7 pairs of men, 14 dicks, 14 mouths being fuck to show their commitment to the "contract". I was left alone to watch the lust build as one by one the men gave over to the animal passion being forced on them. When it seamed orgasms were seconds away a voice said "SWALLOW the offering of Bal" No one pulled away each drank of the cock in his mouth and sprayed their own cum down the others throat. My balls strained for release. A man wearing a golden mask came in and sat down on a skull shaped alter. He pulled back his robe to show the most beautiful male organ I had ever seen in my life. It was 7 inch long and uncut. It was not stiff yet but hung down his leg full and dripping sticky juice from under the hood. I licked my lips and hoped I would get a closer look. He clapped his hands and I was grabbed from behind. Two large men in robes led me to the foot of the man in the mask. I knelt down as if in a trance unable to take my eyes off the wonderful male organ in front of me. "Will you serve Bal above all others?" came a voice from the very air it seamed. "Who said that?" I said as a chill ran down my back. "Answer fool!" boomed the voice. "Do you seek power?" "Yes, I like making people do what I say." "I give the power of life and death to those who serve me well." "I will do as you say I swear to God." "You may proclaim your God to the sheep you gather with on Sunday but you worship me!" I sealed my fate with the words "I'm yours to do as need." "Receive the essence of Bal!" I leaned forward and took the head of that cock in my mouth running my tongue under the for skin. The cheese was thick but I could not stop I had to swallow it all. Again the man clapped his hands and those guys in robes brought out a golden ram. "Make Bal ready to mount you." said the man in the mask. "What?" "Make the image of Bal ERECT!" I thought about running I thought about crying then I thought about POWER. Power over the people that always laughed at me when I screwed up. I hate those people. They think they're so smart. Laffin at me when I screw up a saying or something. Now I can get even. I crawled over to the goat and took his dick in my hand. It sprang hard instantly causing him to raise on his hind legs and bellow. I took his rod in my mouth tasting the wild and pungent flavor. He came I swallowed. " A sign! He's the one! Son of a son of a son of Bal. Three filled. He must be thrice filled." The man in the mask shoved his dick in my mouth while the goat mounted my ass. It should have hurt like hell but it didn't. I felt numb like win I do to much coke. They fucked my savagely and I loved it. They both came at the same time filling me with cum. "You must be thrice filled. Lay on the alter and drink of the Brethren." All 17 men circled me as I layed down on the low alter with my head to the scull and my feet to the bones. I was surprised when they started to piss. "Drink of the Brethren!" I opened my mouth and drank. I started to wallow in the the shear lust of being used. I knew my submission now meant I would get to use others in turn. I drank with relish, I sucked the tap. " You will meet at the Grove and renew your pledge. Now go and wait my word." Outside I could not look the others in the eye. "Don't be ashamed we all wish we were you." "Why?" "You still don't get it? W you get to be President."