Feature Writer: Chaim / [email protected]
Feature Title: Rebirth 2
Published: 31.08.2021
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Author’s Notes: Now that I became a true brother, I lived humbly in their mighty shadow, but I revive in their strength. Thanks to those who took the time and energy to email me encouragement and their own hot fantasies and experiences! Which was a pleasant surprise! Thanks. For your information, the story is a fantasy but I am a sub and bottom boy.
Introduction: 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, a blond, toned youth, eighteen years old, just in my 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.
Rebirth 2
Dream and reality (the last lines of the first chapter …)
After some time I remembered my dream, the way 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 stone wall and my legs where bouncing all over the place as Father started to yell at me.
“Yes boy, you need this and you are going to get it, you are 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.
xxxxx
Can you take it?
I noticed brother Sebastian looked down at me as I came back to reality. He grinned at me and said,
“You were unconscious but it must have been wonderful. It’s always wonderful to know a novice boy’s subconscious desires. Fantasy and reality flow into one here. That’s the magic of this monastery, remember that because much will be revealed.”
Over the next minutes, I slowly recollected what had happened in my dream, but as if through a haze. I wasn’t sure if it really happened or was just a freaky dream. I kept getting flashbacks of Father’s cock being shoved in and out of my ass until a burst of hot cum shot down my bowels.
That’s when brother touched my navel and we saw that something sticky had dried up on my belly. Embarrassed as shit, I realized it was this Monastery I dreamed about before I came here. Was it a dream, what if the dream really happened? No, that wasn’t possible! Yet I felt so empty, and somehow I knew that the only thing which could fulfill me, the only thing which could make me complete, was this unknown place.
Brother Sebastian kissed my lips softly and walked away . I was alone and felt vulnerable in my bondage. I wanted more of him, he couldn’t leave me this way. The brother came back. How much later, I don’t know for time was not a dimension anymore. He carried a large white candle, with the symbol of the spurting dick on it, that flickered its light in all directions. The light only partly revealing his nearly naked body. The most visible part of him was the outline of his dick, he was hard but strange enough my own dick was hard too. It exalted with expectation. I waited impatiently, but he placed the candle on the altar, drawing up a stool, he sat at my feet. He didn’t lose the restraints that bound me. He left me untouched, bound just in my white tee shirt, briefs and socks. My butt as in the air as a silent invitation. The brother knew that I had to learn to accept the fact that I was a young novice and his victim and prisoner, there was nothing what I could do and said,
“Look at you! A blond eighteen years old gay boy, bound to the prayer chair. Yes, boy, you look good this way. Hunched over, butt up nicely, before the altar of the Holy Seed. I love the way you express your devotion for the Seed of the brothers. Your arms stretched straight down in front of you in admiration, your head hanging humbly over the elbow rest, knees spread wide and tied to the kneeler to expose your dick and balls to the brotherhood. Fuck it must feel great to be in that position. Be proud we took you in and did this to you.”
I myself knew the truth, In a strange way the brother was glad with my inexperience and resistance, but he loved my surrender. Although he was a brother himself, here to serve and to submit to the Holy Seed, he liked the dominant way in which he could train me, it excited him to see my struggle. Whatever it would take, I wanted be a brother like him and knew that what lay ahead of me was inevitable. Brother Sebastian spoke to me softly,
“Relax novice boy, that you are still wrestling with your future, your fate, your sacrifice is normal. I gave seen this before, all new boys do. You will accept your fate. In the hours that will follow, I have to punish you for your hesitations and introduce you to your new world in almost every way imaginable.”
It had been wishful thinking but I had hoped that I could change things in my direction. After some years I thought my life was meant to be the embodiment of a hopeless search. Now it seemed to be my fate to be here. It was desperate till I heard the brother’s voice behind me, suddenly I knew what my previous thoughts were wrong. Life could be kind, it was not hopeless. This congregation of the Holy Seed, my new world, would give my life a meaning, this made my life worth living for, but I was concerned and afraid. The brother could do practically everything whatever he liked to me. I had no experience at all and feared the pain. The brother spoke again,
“Your dream was a distorted prediction of your future. Your subconscious brain already brought your desires and the future together for you. Nice, you clearly enjoyed it. Now we will continue, you will feel each part of the preparation and at last you will feel what it is like to be broken in. Most novices don’t even try to put up a fight, what is wise. I expect that you surrender willingly, will just let me do what I feel I have to do. I will accept your sacrifice as long as you are willing to surrender.”
The brief silence was broken by the smack as the brother brought his hand down on my tight butt cheeks.
I yelped, “Yes brother.”
He slapped my butt again twice, once to each cheek. These were harder slaps, and there was a momentary sting.
“We need to work on that attitude!”
My butt clenched, and I shivered. My dick bobbed and started to leak as the brother caressed my ass and opened my crack to look inside. I don’t think I could have been more embarrassed or sexed up at that moment. My butt tingled, my dick was leaking, and this brother was playing with my ass!
“Oh, boy that butt seems to like my hand slapping.”
he was taking charge of me and I knew it. Three more hard slaps right across my butt cheeks. These were the hardest ones yet. I couldn’t understand why these hurt so much. I felt humiliated, my dick was still hard, and was betraying how much I was turned on.
“You’re just a boy who needs to have someone discipline you, aren’t you?”
Those slaps from the brother were hard, and my butt tingled a lot more. Four even harder slaps on each cheek. I yelped and cried out,
“Oh please!”
he slapped me again hard and by this time I was crying from the pain, my little butt burning like hell,
“I’m sorry, brother!” I cried, “I’ll be good, I promise, brother!”
but his spanking continued. I was helpless, but tried to wriggle my ass aside. The brother grabbed the waistband of my briefs at the back. As I struggled, my briefs were pulled deeper and deeper, wedging into my ass crack and exposing more and more of my white butt cheeks.
“Yeah, novice boy,” I heard my him whispering, “Take it, it’s your fucking punishment.”
He looked at my dick and smirked.
“You love it, don’t you? I can’t hear you!”
As his slaps hit my naked skin, they stung more and I squirmed harder. Unprepared to take all of it, I start to beg,
“Please, brother, please stop!”
but the tightly pulled up briefs soon had effect on my imprisoned dick and balls, as well as pressing directly against my sensitive sphincter. My cries and protests went completely ignored as the slaps went down on me. The stinging pain soon had me in tears, and I had no energy left to cry out. The brother obviously enjoyed this and said,
“Welcome to your new world and accept the pain as your new pleasure. Father will be satisfied, does that please you?”
I sobbed like a little boy.
“Oh yes, brother.”
He slapped me again, this time harder By this point I was crying, my butt hurt so much. “Never lie to me. answer truthfully.”
After a minute, I felt my butt be encased by the brother’s hand, the hand of punishment that now started to soothe. The brother massaged my little ass slowly and deliberately, his fingers were long enough, so he was able to reach under me. The brother extend a couple of his fingers between my legs to right below my balls to massage and squeeze them from they went the whole way to the top of my gluts. The brother started to rub me along my briefs and thigh. Soon, the stinging in my butt died down and my tears had stopped. Brother Sebastian reached between my legs and encased my now half-hard dick and balls and squeezed them.
“Why those tears if you are happy to please Father? You will soon forget the outside world completely. This is something different, special, and something you’ll never forget, because this is the start of your new life.”
I still couldn’t imagine what he meant, would I never return home? I was dying to ask him what it was, but by now I’d gotten used to his rules, I knew it was useless. Deep inside I knew the answer already, this was my new home and new life.
“You will soon forget everything but this Monastery and Father’s desires and he will protect you. Father will reward you and punish you as he sees fit. Do you understand that?”
Curiously, despite the pain and his words, or even enhanced by it, the rubbing of my briefs on my sphincter and cock was stimulating a sexual response. I groaned softly as my dick started to swell in its painfully restricting pouch. As my cock became rock hard, I struggled less and pushed my hips back to ease the increasingly painful pressure at the root of my swelling cock.
“You are a foolish novice boy, but you didn’t disappoint me so far. Just learn to beg for it, say it — please, punish me to please Father!”
And I did, of course I did, there was no option.
“Please, punish me, to please our Father!”
He did, brother Sebastian rubbed his fingers over my butt and traced the red marks watching my face to see the effect. I winced, but it was a mixture of pain and pleasure, he slapped his ass lightly,
“Careful, novice boy, definitely no cumming without permission!’
He slapped his ass a little harder, and I winced in response.
“C’mon, novice boy, make me proud. You know you need this, ask for it, beg for it if you’re really determined to reach your goals, that is.”
I groaned, “I am really determined, brother. I know I deserve your punishment, please get on with it!’
Quick as a flash, the brother raised his hand and slapped hard into my ass. I yelled as the pain on my butt intensified. I begged for it, showing him my surrender and determination.
“Oh brother, punish me again!”
He did, the brother slapped my ass again. Brother Sebastian wasn’t holding back, no way, these were hard strokes, but I was taking it, although I was writhing each time his hand hit me. By ‘eight’ I was still begging for the next one, even though the brother was sometimes now switching to my thighs which hurt much more. I was suffering by now, quivering with every stroke, there were burning welts all the way from half-way up my thighs to the top of my ass. I jerked and yelled,
“Oh brother, please, punish me again!”
I was quivering, his muscles bunching and clenching. I was suffering but it was a really exciting to be in his power! The brother lifted his hand and brought it down hard at the crease between buttock and thigh. I yelled, and wanted to grasp my throbbing buttocks, but couldn’t bound an tied up as I was. The brother grabbed my head by my hair and glared into my face. I felt defeated, tears were welling up in my eyes.
“Can you take it or can’t you?”
He asked and before I could answer three more were delivered full force, and I was yelling and writhing for each one, but didn’t ask him to stop. After the last one, I was trying to sniff back my tears. Brother Sebastian stroked my hair.
“Good boy,” he whispered, “You’ll make it all the way, won’t you?”
He nuzzled my head into his hand and I kissed it. I accepted my punishmend as a reward. After a while, I realized that the brother’s slaps were coming less frequently and landing softer on my skin.
“I love your surrender, novice boy.”
Brother Sebastian let his palm rest on my burning skin, cupping my butt for longer and longer periods between hits. After a while it was plain the brother was openly massaging my exposed butt cheeks. I groaned softly, recovering after the previous pain and the pleasure intensified. I could not help it, my dick was obvious fully erect. I pushed my hips back to ease the pain at his root of my dick and with that the brother’s hand slipped into my crack and ordered,
“Hold still, you’re going to get your reward.”
xxxxx
Reward
First the brother circled the top of my scrotum with his finger and thumb and gently massaged my balls, still imprisoned in my tight briefs in his palm. Gradually his hand tightened around my balls until he was squeezing and pulling them painfully.
I groaned in response, “Oh please …”
feeling the warmth of his hand. The brother’s pull slowly stretched my ball sack as he squeezed the balls against the bottom of my sack. I felt a dull ache in my balls and the brother gently touched and stroked each ball in turn accentuating the different sensations in each. The brother’s hand was fully in my briefs now and slowly traced the seam along the underside of my hard dick from sack to tip, and then around the ridge of the glans. I groaned softly and thrust toward his touch, hungry for more, desperate for release from my building lust.
“Oh brother, please, yes …”
But the brother pulled his finger away, and before my disappointment could resolve into fear of what would come next, something unexpected happened. The brother put a hand on each cheek of my ass and separated them. The cool air caressed my hot ass hole. My pucker quivered and gleamed like a rose bud as he blew hot air inside my crack. Some seconds later his fingers went inside and he touched my pucker, and my sphincter spasmed. The brother proceeded to press and pushed his finger along with the fabric of my briefs firmly up into my tight sphincter. I tried to to clench my hole, but he just pushed and penetrated me without much trouble. I groaned, my erect young dick, painfully restricted, pointed straight down between my spread thighs. I felt how he inserted his finger in my ass and slowly sawed it in and out. The brother twisted and flexed the finger stretching my clinging hole enough to fit a second finger in. I had never been penetrated, but all my resistance melted as he stretched my hole.
The two fingers rotated and loosened me up, and I relaxed. Nothing that I has ever done before, prepared me for the sensation. A new world opened to me and that was it for me. I was defeated, it felt good but I felt humiliated at the same time and I started to cry. Brother Sebastian kept talking to me, saying things like
“Oh yeah, that’s a tight pussy,” and “Just let it happen, novice boy, I know you like it.”
I was trying to conceal my crying, but as he moved his finger in and out he was making me whimper. I felt emotionally defeated from being sexually dominated this way. I was just hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much but worse than that, he was alternating between fingering me and tugging and playing with my throbbing dick, which betrayed my excitement. My thoughts swam on the ocean of mixed emotions floating through my head.
“You’re going to love this. You sure are tight. Just relax and accept it.”
It was almost too much for me, I had never taken it up the ass before. I considered to say ‘no, please don’t do that’ but I was afraid to tell the brother no. Like a good submissive boy, I tried to follow his orders and tried to relax.
He was gentle. The brother worked his finger into my asshole slowly, almost lovingly and with great care. Finally he added a third finger and when his fingers were inside there was a burning pain. He held his fingers still, with his other hand massaging my butt again. When he knew that I had adapted to the invaders, the brother began to slowly, deliberately fuck my boy-pussy. Once the pain subsided and I could think again, I couldn’t believe how long the brother’s fingers were. I felt it up inside my gut. I couldn’t believe that I had come in this position but here I was, having been spanked and now my ass hole was stretched and open. He as finger fucking me! Unbelievable. I jerked with surprise and pleasure when the brother began to fuck me with his fingers, rubbing over my prostate gland, giving me a feeling he had never experienced before.
In and out almost the whole way, then back in again. I quickly got lost in the feeling and forgot the pain, not knowing how long or how many times the brother pleasured me and not realizing that I was groaning for more. After a while he stopped and pulled his fingers from my boy-pussy but he left the cotton fabric of my briefs inside.
“Good job, novice boy. I’m proud of you.”
Brother Sebastian then reached down and gave me a couple of nearly playful swats on the butt and the pleasure of my hard dick was offset by the aching pain throbbing at my dick’s sharply bent root. I was desperate to relieve the pressure on the root of my dick, but I could not deflate it. Strange enough I longed to naked, to be able to release my tight briefs. I felt the brother’s hand pluck playfully at the waistband under my belly, almost, but not quite releasing my hard dick.
“Please,” I grunted, “Please …”
In one single move, brother Sebastian twitched my waistband clear of my cock, tucking it behind my now exposed balls. My throbbing member sprang free and the rush of relief was almost orgasmic. I moaned and caught my breath,
“Oh, thank you!”
Moving to my side, the brother took position and I was breathing deeply and I trying to define my situation. There I was, bound and on my knees in front of the altar in a uncomfortable position bound position, just a couple of hours after I entered the Monastery. The brother reached around and took my dick in his fist, milking it slightly. I shivered, this was almost too much to handle. The gentle milking caused me ooze a clear spurt of precum, and more dripped from my moist slit.
The brother gently was stroking my boner now. I was relieved he freed my dick, but now I became aware of the sensation of his strong hand sliding over my dick knob, thumbing the sticky drool that had leaked from the wide open piss lips, my toes curled. I tried to turn over onto my back in an almost reflexive response, but couldn’t.
I groaned low, unable to keep quiet. It took all my strength to keep from groaning out loud, making me to grit my teeth from the excruciating sensation. But I knew was bound and that I couldn’t move. Brother Sebastian gripped my shaft under the bloated glans, and he sped up the flicking of his thumb on my throbbing erection. I gritted his teeth even more, and I fought my bounds. My toes curled tight, and I gasped from the amazing sensation of his thumb grazing back and forth on my now captive crown.
The brother whispered to me, “I have you under my power novice boy, so just be quiet and take it.”
I was helpless, my dick no longer belonged to me. The brother was in charge and as the brother’s thumb tortured my dick head, he simply surrendered to whatever he wanted to do. The intensity of the sensation was something I had never felt before. It felt so good to be out of control, it was weird but really different and all I could do is surrender. I groaned and my involuntary fucking instinct took over and I tried to move, desperate to forced my way in and out of his fingers.
“Oh shit, brother.”
I groaned, eyes squeezed shut and me hips picking up speed as much as the bounds allowed me. For this part, the brother allowed me to fuck his fist. Feeling emboldened, I just drove my dick into his milking fist.
The brother warned me, “Don’t spill your seed without permission!”
And he reached out with his free hand to grasp one of my erect nipple nubs, and added a sensation that made me to arch my back towards his milking hand.
I panted, “I need to cum, brother.”
The brother didn’t slow down but said, “Fight it, novice boy, don’t cum yet. You don’t have my permission to bust your nut.”
I could feel the cum boiling up in my balls. I tightened every muscle in my body trying to fight it and he kept milking at a steady relentless pace, his fist pumping up and down my dick.
“Beg me, novice boy”
The brother ordered and my bloated glans expanded to a smooth, glassy knob as it popped through the brother’s fingers.
“Please brother,” I heard that I sounded like a little boy pleading for his permission but I also knew that I couldn’t cum until he said so, “Please, I can’t hold it …”
I was sweating, panting and my body was shaking with the strain and effort of not cumming.
“We own you.”
It wasn’t a question he was declaring it as a statement of fact. I didn’t respond, I was almost crying from the exertion of holding my cum back.
“Say it. Make me believe you.”
I was biting my bottom lip but opened my eyes and looked at him again when I said it, “You own me”
As I said it I knew that it was true. The brother’s mouth turned into a smile as he saw that it was true. I felt really embarrassed, I was nearly naked and out of control, tied up and in his power, the brother was jerking my dick and edged me. What had happened? Where was my free will, my self-determination, fighting spirit and independence, worse my dignity? This was wrong, but I didn’t care, I was loving it so much and gave up everything. I was simply begging him for permission to cum.
The brother sped up his stroking even faster and I let out a loud groan, my heart almost exploded in my chest!
“You close novice boy?”
“Yeah brother.”
“You need to shoot that hot load you been holding back?”
“Shit, yeah! Brother, I need to cum, please, let me cum, brother.”
The brother smiled down at me, “You feel like you can’t hold back any longer?”
“Brother, don’t stop, please teasing me. I’m almost there …”
The brother stood silently and without warning, leaning in close, towering over me, he whispered, “Good novice boy, I think you are ready!”
He took the silver cup and brought it under my dripping cock head. The brother was going to let me cum! He was going to let me cum!
Suddenly he ordered me, “Cum for me boy!”
And in a flash I helpless and defeated, my sick spit out four or five long thick spurts of seed. My seed went in the silver cup and I whined with each ejaculation of my dick. The brother laughed quietly and continued to thumb the wet glans of my dick, making me squirm. I whined softly allowing my dick and orgasm to be controlled by him. For what seemed like minutes, the brother teased my sensitive glans and I struggles my bonds helplessly out of control, I surrendered to the brother’s sweet torture, cried softly from the ecstasy. My dick had never felt so intense and sensitive.
Despite my powerful orgasm I had an amazing recovery, my orgasm didn’t swept me away but seemed to comfort my confused mind. My now superior brother granted me several seconds of bliss before turning it turned into a collapse.
I panted and mumbled incoherent, “Thank you.”
He laughed at me, “Looks like you’re exhausted, why don’t you close your eyes and grab a nap. I’ll wake you and we will continue.”
The brother didn’t have to say that twice, I closed my eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep. The exhausted sleep of the sexually satisfied.
I awoke confused, it took me a minute to remember all of the events. Shaking off the confusion of sleep, I realized it was dark, there was absolutely no light in the chapel. I tried to roll over, but couldn’t move. Suddenly, I heard the scratching of a match being drawn across flint. A spark of light, and candles were lit, on the altar and at either side of me. The light was faint, but enough to reveal my surroundings. I opened my eyes, took in as much as possible, and my mind tripped. All light was focused on item. The silver cup of the Holy Seed reflected in the candlelight.
It seemed as if a magnetic silent force was emanating from it, it became the center of my universe. I stared open-mouthed as if I was witnessing a miracle. There it stood, the silver cup of the Holy Seed, questioning, compelling, filled with living seed of the brothers, the symbol of my desire. The ultimate reason why my young balls were filled themselves. It demanded my attention, almost forced me to submit.
The brother was lighting more candles around it and simply stood there, watching me. He just stood and watched, ignoring me. as if nothing had happened and I didn’t exist. I panicked, I wanted to carry on, move on, surrender and fill this magic cup. My balls hurt of desire, my dick came alive and I groaned softly.
What was he up to? I tried to move, but quickly realized I wasn’t going anywhere and my attempt to move would be useless. I lay there helpless, looking at him, waiting for the next step.
The minutes passed, still the brother did not move. Wisps of smoke drifted in the air, and the smell of oil and my own sweat filled my nose. With horror, I realized I was getting turned on, just looking at the brother in his white transparent robe. I admired his young toned body, especially the outline of his erection. I felt my own dick lengthening and lifting, it grew against my belly. How could I be aroused? I tried to will myself not to get hard, but the more I thought about my circumstances, the more aroused I became. Was the handsome brother hard because he liked me? I was totally helpless, tied up and naked, with the brother, admittedly physically very attractive, standing close to me. I didn’t know his intentions, I didn’t really know about him. My dick was getting harder and harder with each passing minute and I accepted the brother’s power over me and, as torturous as it could be, this was my fate. The brother smiled down at me and said,
“You did well novice boy, but you have to fill the cup of the Holy Seed to the edge before you can meet Father and to take things to the next level.”
At first I didn’t think he was serious about this.
“I gonna empty your balls in an effective way, novice boy.”
There was no way to stop him, I was helpless, tied up and naked and felt completely at the mercy. It was one thing to be locked up and tortured, but somehow, this was worse. I felt now his victim and I lost the strength to express my fears and doubts. I was a novice boy and the fact that some part of me seemed to enjoy this enormously was the worst of all. I didn’t understand what happened to me, here I was defeated and loved it. I lay here and there was nothing to distract me from the thoughts of what I had become and my new life.
“It is time for your first milking. You will fill the cup of the Holy Seed.”
THE END