Feature writer: Perseus
Feature title: Ass Abbey
Uploaded: ASSTR 1996

Story codes: blasphemy, sacrilege, satanic, gay, WS, demons, devil worship, ritual initiation, satyrs

Reaching out to Perseus or anyone who knows his latest email address. I read this story in 2008 on ASSTR, it’s no longer accessible through their website (some error message comes up) – I kept a copy of it (as I do with all my favorite stories to read when offline) because I really enjoyed it. I have tried to reach you my email, but all the emails given on ASSTR bounce back – please contact me on

Ass Abbey


Josh was hustled quickly from the ornate 15th century choir stalls, and whisked off into the crypt of the building. The boy’s saucy attitude was apparent as he smirked at the verger.

“Where are we going? The dungeons? Oh, scary!”

“If I were you I’d show less attitude, young man.”

“You talk big for a sissy in a black dress.”

“You have disrupted the Solemn Office. For this you will be punished.”

Without warning, the verger had Josh in a half-nelson. He was amazingly strong for his size. Stunned, Josh could hardly resist as he was forced down a series of dark and twisting corridors. The young man had been hitch-hiking across Britain during the summer school break. Exiled to a private Prep School in the Midwest by his moderately wealthy, profoundly disinterested New England family (who took a dim view of his penchant for raping girlfriends), his only possessions on the overseas trip were a large rucksack and a cocky attitude. It was the attitude that got him in trouble during the service. Josh realized that his rucksack must be up in the Gothic abbey somewhere. His grip on the arrogant smirk was slipping fast.

At first the 18-year-old boy—who, of course, thought himself a man—was amused by the fact that he had so successfully gotten under the skin of the pompous official. But, truth to tell, all of a sudden the little boy inside him found the gloomy crypts positively creepy. And there was something serious about the man’s grip on him that intimidated Josh to silence.

Abruptly, Josh was hustled into a room behind a heavy oak door. Putting his knee against the lad’s lower back, the verger forced the boy swiftly down to kneel on a large prie-dieu. Before he realized what was happening, Josh found that his hands had been cuffed somehow to the sides of the desk down near the floor on the front. This forced his head and upper chest down against the book desk. Then the verger lifted the boy’s legs up and held them tightly together, body parallel to the floor. Quickly, the man popped off Josh’s shoes, undid his fly and stripped the jeans off his legs. Kicking to no avail, Josh found that his knees were forced down onto the kneeler. The verger knelt atop him, forcing his legs between the boy’s knees which he strapped tight to the frame at the outside corners. The entire struggle had taken only 30 seconds.

As the boy caught his breath the verger locked the heavy oak door, plunging the room into darkness for a moment before the verger flicked a lighter. Quickly he lit several fat candles, whose light showed a small chamber with a vaulted ceiling, a carved altar opposite the door, and other smaller niches in the side walls. On the floor before the altar was an iron thurible with a few weak wisps of incense smoke curling through the pierced cover. Josh, inhaling these fumes, was startled by their pungent musk. The smell was so compelling that, for a moment, he forgot to be afraid.

The scene: a dark blond, muscular youth, in tee shirt, briefs and socks, hunched over an antique prayer desk which was fixed to the floor before the small altar, his arms stretched straight down in front, head hanging over the desk, knees spread wide and tied to the relatively high kneeler; his full buttocks stuck back and out, stretching the thin cotton seat of his underpants, his muscular tawny young thighs spread and bent deliciously; six bee’s-wax candles, accentuating the warm glow of the young flesh; and a trim, 40 year old man in a simple black gown, admiring his work.

The brief silence was broken by a smack as the verger brought his hand down on Josh’s tight young buttocks. The boy yelped and cried out, but the spanking continued. The helpless boy tried to wriggle his ass aside but the man grabbed his waistband at the back. As Josh struggled, his underwear was pulled deeper and deeper, wedging into his ass crack and exposing more and more of his cheeks. As the blows fell on his naked skin, they stung more and he squirmed harder. The tightly pulled up underwear soon had the additional effect of bunching his genitals, as well as pressing directly against his sensitive anus, and the continued squirming had the effect of massaging these erotic areas.
Josh’s cries and protests went completely unnoticed as the blows rained down. The stinging pain soon had him in tears, and he had less energy to cry out at his tormentor.
Curiously, despite the pain, or even enhanced by it, the rubbing of the underwear on his anus and cock was stimulating a sexual response. He groaned as his cock started to swell in its painfully restricting pouch. As the boy’s cock became hard, he struggled less and pushed his hips back to ease the increasingly painful pressure at the root of his swelling penis.

After a while, Josh realized that the blows were coming less frequently and landing softer. The verger let his palm rest on Josh’s red and sensitive flesh, cupping his buttocks for longer and longer periods between hits. After a while it was clear to Josh that the man was openly massaging his buttocks. Coming after the previous pain, the pleasure was greatly intensified and Josh could not help emitting a moan as his cock became fully erect. As he pushed his hips back to ease the pain at his root, the man’s hand slipped into his crack and pushed a wad of the bunched fabric firmly up into Josh’s anus. His erect young dick, painfully restricted, pointed straight down between his spread thighs. The boy emitted a deep groan. The sexual pleasure of his hard cock was exactly offset by the aching pain throbbing at its sharply bent root. He was desperate to relieve the pressure, but he could not make his willful cock deflate. How he longed to be able to release the tight briefs. He felt the man’s hand pluck playfully at the waistband under his belly, almost but not quite releasing him.

“Please,” he grunted.

In one nimble move, the man twitched Josh’s waistband clear of his cock, tucking it behind his balls. Josh’s throbbing cock sprang free. The rush of relief was almost orgasmic. He moaned and caught his breath. Moving to the side, the older man took an incense brick and placed it in the thurible. As a fresh plume of scented smoke puffed out, Josh found himself breathing deeply, trying to define the smell. He couldn’t pin it down, but it gave him a pleasant rush.

The man was no longer pulling on the back of his shorts, yet they remained bunched in his crack, firmly pressed into his dry asshole. The verger knelt behind the boy, admiring his hot red ass cheeks with the cotton shorts bunched into a rope in the butt crack. Leaning close, the man blew a long cool stream of breath at Josh’s crack and buttocks. Josh twitched and jerked, as the faint teasing breath tickled his hypersensitive ass skin; it was at once so ticklish, and so frankly sexual, that he gasped sharply. But his struggle did no more than make his cock, now free, bob and throb.

The verger went to work, never hurrying, blowing gently all over the boy’s buttocks, crack, inner thighs, balls, and cock. Josh’s breathing grew ragged as the stimulation continued, making the young man hotter and hotter. Every so often the man would stop, gently massaging Josh’s back or thighs, and adding more incense. It was during the first of these breaks that Josh really looked at the altar. It was directly before his face, just a yard away, but at first it had been too dark, and then during the spanking he had been struggling too much, to see any detail. Even now it was slightly obscured by the incense. But now his eyes had adjusted, and he could see that it was elaborately carved with naked figures.

They were all male. And they were all having sex: men masturbated themselves or each other, watching from the edges as comely youths were abused by lusty satyrs, their handsome young mouths and anuses penetrated by fingers, cocks, serpentine tongues and large wooden dildos. The whole frieze was like an ornate scroll work of limbs, cocks, tongues, and buttocks, intertwined in a perverse pagan orgy. In the center was an elaborate arrangement he couldn’t quite see through the incense. Taking in a deep breath of the heady fumes, he blew them aside. Revealed in the center, arranged in a curving triangle like the trinity, was a lewd sex chain of larger figures: a boy on his back with his legs in the air, being forced to lick the genitals of a well-hung bearded man, who in turn slavered enthusiastically at the anus of a satyr, who himself bent down to thrust an immense dildo into the asshole of the boy. The two upper figures, man and satyr, held the boy’s arms and legs tightly, making it clear that a kind of rape was intended, but the boy’s expression was one of ecstasy. All three figures were coming, their ejaculate hitting the center of the triangle in a six petal rose.

Josh stared at the erotic altar, incredulous. Suddenly he felt the man begin to blow air on his private parts again. He jerked as the air played around the edge of his anus where his underwear was deeply embedded. There was a moment of clarity where Josh saw that he was in a situation that was evil. An unknown man had abducted him, tied him up, stripped him nearly naked, spanked him painfully, and clearly intended to abuse him sexually. And yet it could not be denied that the increasingly sexual attention he was receiving truly felt wonderful, hotter than any sexual encounter he had ever had.
He ought to struggle, yell, try to free himself or get help. And yet — his adolescent hormones were all in favor of rushing to orgasm.

‘And, of course, there was the undeniable fact that he was helplessly bound, and that no one was ever going to hear him through the stone walls and solid oak door even if he yelled for help all day. And that the air blowing on his balls really did feel terrific.
And that the incense was giving him a hell of an erotic head rush.

Josh moaned and squirmed his hips in a slow, grinding circle. The man blew a stream of air up and down his shaft, lovingly. Josh could tell that his head must be right between his inner thighs, face upturned. How he longed to close his legs around the man’s neck, to make him suck his cock dry. Like that satyr on the left of the altar…

As the verger continued to tease him, blowing air with breaks to massage him gently, Josh became almost hypnotized staring at the altar through the incense, squirming gently with sexual frustration, until the lewd scenes became almost real, combining with the tendrils of curling white smoke. He could see the figures moving and flowing, the boys’ smoothly muscled bodies in elegant torsion as their rounded buttocks were impaled by sliding pistons of cocks or dildos, sucking eagerly at dripping dick heads, or kissing the mouths or buttocks of satyrs or other boys. After a while he became fascinated by one scene: a boy held aloft and spread at the four limbs, his nipples pinched with tongs, while beneath a satyr crouched with huge tongue thrust deep into the boy’s open asshole. The tongue was large enough that the effect was certainly that of tongue-fucking, more than rimming. And the boy, his neck and back arched in ecstasy, released a solid column of gushing jism, erupting spontaneously from his untouched cock.

Josh stared fixedly at this, seeing the point where tongue entered asshole in minute detail. After a long while he realized that the verger was blowing on his asshole, so close that the breath was warm and moist against him. He could feel the underwear getting warmer and warmer until he realized that the man’s lips were lightly pressed to the very fabric. He groaned, motionless. After a long moment the man pressed harder and Josh felt the man’s cheeks touch his spread buttocks.

It was going to happen. Josh, bound, almost naked, helpless, was about to have his ass eaten. He knew he should shout, protest this lewdness; instead he was near breathless with excitement. The man began to lick the fabric, soaking it with saliva. Then Josh was left gasping as the man proceeded to elegantly tease the drenched, bunched up cotton from his asshole, using only his nimble tongue. He never touched Josh’s ass flesh directly, skillfully touching only the fabric. Once teased out, the man licked the fabric flat against his crack, making it really wet, plastering it completely against him in a thin layer. Then he proceeded to stretch the cloth, pushing his tongue into the boy’s bottom, never bunching up the fabric but using it like a thin cotton condom. He then played with the foyer of Josh’s ass, licking and nibbling through the cloth to a depth of an inch or so.
Josh was staring in rapt fascination at the altar scene, a thick sexual energy slowly building.

Suddenly the tempo changed. Briskly, the man inserted his tongue at the top of the waistband, then rolled Josh’s underwear down over his ass. Still using only his tongue, he shoved the shorts down the boy’s spread thighs as far as he could, leaving the hairless ass completely exposed. Then, moving his tongue in vigorous circles, he licked up the insides of Josh’s thighs, pausing to suck on his ball sack before moving aggressively up, licking the sensitive ridge between his legs all the way up to Josh’s virgin anus and plunging right in.

The boy was bucking wildly by the time he got there, but the verger grabbed his hips and held him still for a passionate, wet rim job. Spit dripped down his ass crack, tickling his balls and cock. Josh moaned and panted as the tongue, made of equal parts sandpaper, velvet, and muscle, made love to his tender asshole. As the aggressive rim job continued, Josh lost himself in the perverted altar carvings, mesmerized, feeling himself to be part of that lewd pagan orgy.

It was only some time later, as the verger reached around to play with his nipples, that Josh realized he was getting desperate to come. Indeed, he felt almost like he was going to come without touching his cock, like the boy on the altar, only somehow it wouldn’t happen. The need to come got greater and greater.

The rim job continued vigorously. He loved it, oh, yes, it made him feel — oh, yes, hot, hot, HOT, he wanted it to go on forever — but the need to come was making his balls ache. Surely the man intended do something else — his inexperienced but supremely horny mind searched for other options — like suck him, or fuck his ass. Josh wasn’t too sure he wanted that, but the tongue felt so good he was starting to think something bigger would feel even better. But the rim job went on and on. Groaning, wiggling his ass, he longed to come, longed for the man to do something, anything…
He began to think that maybe he could ask the man; ask him to let him come. It seemed so demeaning, and yet he had to come, just HAD to… After a few minutes of this internal debate, he gave in.

“Please,” he whispered. “Oh, please… I need to … come…” The noisy anal slurping continued unabated. He raised his voice, and said “Please!”

Hearing his own voice, husky, sexy, reverberating in that dark stone room made him strangely excited. It was like hearing someone else. Someone who might make him do — things. Forbidden things. Things lying in the dark recesses of his mind. He had to say more. He said in a firm, clear voice.

“Please, please make me COME!”

And, with that word, it was as though a dam had been removed inside his psyche and he began to beg with abandon. The sound of his own voice, pleading, sexual, drove him on, as he begged the man to do it, make him come, jerk his cock, force him, force him to come while he ate his ass, anything, raping him, fucking him till he came, fucking his horny ass, fucking it hard…

He begged with such fervor, living out the scenes in the carving, not realizing that he was soon begging to be used in every way portrayed. Not realizing for several minutes that the man was no longer licking his ass. No, that was definitely not a tongue up his ass.
It was a strong, thick finger. And it was finding a passage through his inner ring.
Josh was a little panicky — still intensely aroused, but nothing had been that far up him before.

The man opened him up, adding fingers and thrusting deep, as Josh felt his horny body cooperate, unlocking the fortress that housed his virginity. Then after a while the man stopped and went to a credence nook at the side. Josh craned his neck and saw that there were several dildos with very long handles and a cruet of oil. The man selected a medium size white one, about the size of Josh’s own cock, and greased it up. He then poured oil on Josh’s ass and worked it in.

Josh pleaded with the man not to do it, but he seemingly paid no attention and inserted the prosthetic cock fully. Josh groaned deeply and willed his ass to close, but his rectal muscles ignored the order and welcomed the intruder warmly, gripping it like a long-lost friend. The dildo narrowed at the base like a butt plug before ending in a sturdy wooden handle. As his anus reached the narrow spot it snapped tight. The dildo was lodged firmly, its large head against his horny young prostate.

Josh felt overstuffed, his virgin rectum stretched on the impaling member. Try as he might, he could not shake the dildo out of his ass. Indeed, the shaking made the long, weighted handle wobble, which had the effect of making the dildo head grind in circles against his tender prostate.

He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t help himself, bucking his hips sharply to create a fucking sensation. The verger smiled. The lad was making the dildo handle into a pendulum, driving his sex clock into a tick-tock frenzy. The alarm had been set for a massive orgasm, but there was much yet to come before then. Indeed, it was time to go further. The man took a small knife and removed Josh’s underwear and tee shirt, then pulled off his socks so that the boy was fully nude.

The verger watched with pleasure as the muscular boy squirmed in writhing sexuality, his cock now bobbing in tempo with the oscillating dildo handle. The boy’s tender moist mouth was open, emitting rhythmic grunts of pleasure.

Keeping his eyes on the boy’s pretty lips, parted and pink, he swiftly removed his own vestments. From a concealed closet he removed his costume and donned it: satyr mask, hairy leggings, and goat-hoof clogs. The man, though short, was impressive, with muscular shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and tightly sculpted buttocks. His rippled, hairy stomach and trim lats focused attention on an impressive penis, fully rampant with a dark purple head. The leggings, plain dark tights on the calf, were covered with long goat hair over his shapely thighs, each held in place with a tight elastic band just below the spring of his buttocks. The clogs completed the lewd ensemble, as well as giving him greater height. Every muscle tensed, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, saying the ancient words and waited for the energy to come into him.

Now. Nimbly, the faux-satyr sprang between Josh and the altar, thrusting his hips in the boy’s face. Holding Josh by the hair, he spanked the boy’s downy cheeks with his hard cock for a while before shoving the whole thing into his mouth. Josh struggled as he was forced to accept the full length of the rock hard member, gagging as it hit the back of his throat. He swallowed convulsively, involuntarily clamping his throat muscles on the cock. He couldn’t breathe. Then the cock withdrew, leaving Josh gasping. It approached again, but Josh closed his mouth. The satyr jerked Josh’s head sharply, slapping his dick against the boy’s lips. Josh, having made a minute examination of the altar, certainly knew what was expected, and also knew he had no choice. Groaning deeply, he gave in, licking the cock of the man who held him captive.

As he serviced his captor, Josh was acutely aware that they were living out a scene from the carving: a muscular youth forced to fellate a lusty satyr. The knowledge of this somehow made Josh hotter, and he continued to buck his hips. The dildo filled him at one end as the man’s cock filled him at the other. Eventually his throat grew more relaxed, and he sucked well, tonguing the man’s shaft vigorously.

The satyr-man growled with pleasure, pumping the boy’s head up and down his shiny shaft. With his other hand he reached back to pleasure his own anus, spreading his goat-thighs wide and rubbing it hard. Then he spits on his fingers and gave himself a rough finger-fuck. The satyr moved lasciviously, exulting in his dominance of the handsome boy, pleasuring himself without shame.

The fellatio continued…

At long last, the man coiled up with impending orgasm. Grabbing Josh’s head with both hands, he released his seed, pumping it straight down the boy’s throat. Man and boy convulsed, the one in orgasm, the other helpless even to gag as the semen gushed down his violated gullet.

Finally, the man withdrew. Josh was gasping for air. After the man had recovered somewhat, he took a collar and leash from the table and fastened them to Josh’s neck. Standing with his back to the boy, he passed the leash between his legs and bent over, spreading his legs wide and backing up. With the leash, he pulled Josh’s face right into his manly ass crack. Josh resisted, but the choker collar tightened, cutting off his air.
The boy knew he had no choice. Tentatively at first, and then with increasing vigor, he rimmed the man’s asshole. Amazingly, he soon found the tangy, salty taste of the man’s ass to be delicious. After a while it was no longer necessary to keep pressure on the leash, and the man-satyr could move his hips freely, squirming with pleasure as the helpless boy slurped at his ass hole.

Josh knew this was completely degrading, and yet again he found himself obsessed with the fantasy image of a half man, half beast satyr forcing an innocent youth to perform lewd acts. Josh ate the man’s ass well, remembering how wonderful it had felt when the man had rimmed him. Thrusting his strong tongue deep, he made passionate love to the man’s asshole.

It went on for some time, but finally the lascivious ass-eating had the man-satyr ready for rougher play. Pulling his buttocks away from the boy’s wet face, he sprang behind him and grasped the dildo handle, holding it still. Unable to stop pumping his hips, Josh fucked himself on the dildo. The man poured more oil on it, and Josh shamelessly rode the slick shaft, his handsome features distorted into something wild, something pagan…
Something very like the crude vitality of the ancient carvings.

The satyr-priest knew it was time for the final consummation of the ritual. Abruptly, the man withdrew the dildo. Josh was left gasping, his well-fucked hole gaping. The boy felt empty, and was once more acutely aware of his throbbing cock aching for release.

“Please,” he begged. “Please…”

The man mounted him, ramming his huge erection to the hilt in one searing thrust. Josh cried out, a deep guttural grunt of pain and sexual need, as the man fucked with abandon, thrusting like an animal. The beautiful, muscular youth gave up his virginity, struggling, bucking, finally moaning with acceptance as the tight muscles of his anal canal softened, feeling each sturdy thrust like an explosion of pleasure.

The lusty satyr fucked his victim well, thrusting his greasy fingers in the boy’s soft sucking mouth, or twisting his tender pink nipples, or nibbling on his lightly-haired neck, playing the taut body like a cello until the boy was moaning musically, submissive to the sexual stroke of his bow.

Gleaming flesh and carved stone blended with the exotic smoke in the flickering candle light, blurring together in a timeless fantasy. Silently, the walls watched, absorbing the grunts of the participants, joining them to the memories of centuries of lust, moans echoing beyond the range of hearing.

When it was time, the man stroked the boy’s cock, releasing a solid spray of juice that shot five feet straight out to splash against the carved rose at center of the altar. Spasming uncontrollably, Josh experienced one long incandescent explosion, gallons of cum draining his swollen balls dry, ass muscles clutching at the swollen cock that was pumping a load of its own into his bowels. Spent, Josh slipped into unconsciousness.



When Josh awoke, he was hazy for some time. After a while, he realized he was not in familiar surroundings. He lay on a high cot in the center of a small stone cell. A bit of thin sunlight came through some slatted shutters, just enough to see by.

At the foot of his bed, up in the corner like a hospital room, was an old TV set. Amazingly, it appeared to have a black and white porno film on. There was a close up of a hand massaging a pair of muscular buttocks. Josh had, typically, awoken semi-hard. With this pleasant visual stimulus, his 18-year-old dick was fully erect in seconds.

It was only when he tried to reach for his cock that he found he was tied up. Startled, he rose to a half sitting position. His hands were tied to the cot frame at either side. Also his ankles were tied to the outside corners, spreading his legs. He was wearing a rough white gown of some sort, zipped up the front.

He settled back in bed, unsure what to do. He glanced up at the TV again. The camera had pulled back, showing more of the scene. Josh realized it was homo porn: there was this kid, an all-American type, tied to a funny desk, while this athletic-looking older guy blew air on his ass… Josh shot nearly upright as realization dawned. Broken memories, terrible, perverse, hot, flooded into him.

“No!” he cried out. “Oh, no, no, no…”

There he was on the screen, squirming with mounting lust as the man massaged him. Josh watched, horrified, as the man went to work with his mouth, playing with the underwear in Josh’s asshole. His stomach clenched. He could never have enjoyed this filthy, perverted…

The scene cut to Josh’s face. He saw his own handsome face, eyes closed, lips parted, moaning with desire. There could be no doubt about it. Josh had enjoyed it. A lot.
Josh slumped back onto the mattress and groaned in misery. He felt so degraded. It was disgusting, an outrage. But, somehow, he had to watch it…

The camera zoomed for close-ups of the lewdly carved altar scenes. The figures sprang vividly to life, and Josh remembered how hot the scenes had made him at the time. Then the camera was back on his face for a close-up before panning down his muscular back to show the man with his face buried in his ass crack, now covered with a thin sheet of spit-soaked cotton. The man raised his head, and began to remove Josh’s underwear with his tongue.

Josh held his breath as he saw his own buttocks and asshole gloriously revealed. Wet with spit, reflecting the candlelight, his ass gleamed beautifully. He had to admit it was a gorgeous ass. He found himself watching breathlessly as the man slowly licked up his thighs, gasping as the man finally licked his naked asshole.

Josh found that he was grinding his hips, working the head of his erect penis against the robe he now wore. He knew he shouldn’t be turning on to this degrading scene, but he couldn’t help it. The powerful narcissistic thrill of seeing himself have sex was hot stuff. And god — that rim job! He could still remember how it felt, the man’s tongue driving him wild with pleasure… Eyes glued to the TV, he squirmed and rolled, trying to get his cock close to his hand. No matter what he did, he couldn’t quite do it. Nor could he roll far enough to hump the mattress. He was stuck. An 18 years old kid, horny, alone, watching a porno movie of himself that was, frankly, hotter than hell. And he couldn’t jack off.

And the movie WAS hot! It was a narcissist’s dream come true. The long shots showing every detail of his beautifully muscled body, his handsome face moaning with lust, the close-up shots of his ass being serviced by the lascivious man… hot, hot, hot!

Josh watched the screen avidly, brushing his cock as much as possible against the robe he wore. Humping his hips. He even worked his butt against the bed, trying to bunch the robe up his crack.

The door to his cell opened quietly. He didn’t notice until people started to enter the room. There were six of them, dressed in monk’s robes of black wool, with hoods drawn. They said nothing, standing in two rows on either side of the bed, staring down at him. Josh gaped at them. One man leaned over and unzipped his robe from top to bottom. The monks drew the cloth wide, revealing his naked body. And his very erect cock.

Josh rolled, trying to hide his groin, but it was impossible.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing to me?”

Josh pulled at his restraints, to no avail. The men said nothing, staring at his nude body.

Then, from the TV, came his voice: “Please… Please make me COME!” followed by the continuous begging he had spouted, debasing himself, talking dirt.

Josh remembered what it was like, that moment when he let loose, got into the degradation. It had been so hot. And now… the humiliation of it. These men, listening to his lewd talk, watching him beg for sex on film, while he was lying here, unable to hide his naked body from their gimlet eyes.

Unable to hide that he was really turned on. As the begging continued, growing ever more lewd, he could not stop squirming his hips. Now he had not even the robe to rub against. On the screen, the finger fucking had started. Josh watched in fascination as his ass was penetrated. Then, the verger started to prepare the white dildo.

Suddenly, one of the monks moved, opening a cupboard in the wall below the TV. Inside was a rack of long handled dildos, similar to the ones on the screen. Josh realized that they were going to fuck him with the dildos while they forced him to watch the same on TV. Somehow the idea made him hot.

But, as he saw the dildo pushed into his ass, and lodged, the men did nothing. As Josh, on the screen, squirmed and shook, working the dildo in his ass, they still did nothing. Josh felt an itchy tingle in his ass, that burned gently.

Still, nothing happened. Josh squirmed.

“Uh — what — what are you going to do? I mean — with me?”


“I mean — obviously this is some kind of homo pervert thing, right?”


“I mean — you’re making me watch this tape, all tied up & naked — and with those — those ass dildo things there — I just wondered what you were going to do, that’s all.”

Nothing. Obviously he was getting nowhere.

On the TV were hot close-ups of his body, humping air, fucking himself on the dildo lodged in his ass. It was so hot. Josh’s ass tingled. He could feel that dildo in him, stretching him, filling him…

He began humping in time with the screen. He couldn’t help it. And with the men staring at him, seeing every move — it was so humiliating! But that must be what they wanted. Fuck the bastards! Well, if they wanted a show, he’d give it to them, just to spite them. So he gave in to the feeling, moving as lewdly as he could.

Still, his ass burned. He decided they wanted to hear him beg for it. So he told them that he would understand if they were going to put a dildo in his ass; then he said, go ahead, do it; then he said please; then he started frankly to beg, asking them to fuck him, rape him, impale his ass… None of it worked. He was seriously horny, slamming up and down on the mattress. Then, on the screen, the verger, having donned his satyr costume, forced his cock down his victim’s throat.

That’s it, he thought. So he offered, with increasingly lewd detail, to suck their cocks. All of them. He thought he could detect some swelling under the robes, but the men did nothing.

Then the man on the screen forced Josh to eat his ass. Josh groaned. No. He couldn’t. He resisted for a while, but finally offered to kiss their asses. Then to lick. To french-kiss. Anything they wanted. He would do it all. Suck their dicks. Eat their assholes. They could use each of the dildos in turn on his ass. The men were obviously hard, now. But they didn’t move.

On the TV, at long last the forced rim job ended. Josh was panting and groaning as he watched the man grab the dildo handle. Watched as the TV Josh fucked himself shamelessly on the latex cock held firm for him.

Then he watched as the man mounted him, popping his cherry. Josh, on screen and off, bucked in a frenzy. The monks lifted their robes, exposing their erect cocks, and began to masturbate. Josh was on the verge of tears. He began to beg again, desperate, asking the men to fuck him, fuck his ass, fuck his mouth, sit on his face — he would be their sex slave. Please. Just let him come.

But no. On the TV, Josh came, and as his come hit the altar, the six monks came too, spraying his body, cock, legs, arms, chest, and head with sticky white come. Josh, his mouth open, stared with pathetic need at each spurt, like an addict who can see his drug but not reach it. Six cocks softened, leaving just one throbbing with painful urgency.


The tape had ended. There was silence.

Josh closed his eyes and groaned in horrible frustration as the cooling semen began to drip, tickling his sensitive skin. All that man-juice and none of it his. Tears squeezed through his lashes to mingle with the jism on his cheeks. He licked his lips, tasting come.

There was a humming noise, and Josh realized that the tape was rewinding. The monks picked up a small round stool, padded all over; lifting his body, they placed it under the small of his back, raising his ass off the cot about 12”. Josh was too exhausted from his struggles to resist as they put a collar on him and chained it to the headboard. Then leaving his ankles tied as they were, they untied his wrists and forced them along his sides, cuffing them together in the open space beneath his raised ass. Then they set the dildos and an open jar of grease on the bed.

Right next to his hands.

They left the room and shut the door. In a sudden rage, he knocked the dildos over.
The tape started to play again. He heard the struggle in the dark, then the scratch of a match as the candles were lighted. He saw himself tied to the kneeler desk, from several angles. There must have been a dozen tiny cameras hidden strategically in the walls and ceiling. Josh’s breath came faster as he watched. His eyes lovingly caressed his beautiful tan skin, adored the chaste white of his underwear concealing the treasury of his sex. He didn’t think it was possible to be any hornier than he had been, but there was something mysteriously powerful about seeing himself bound, half naked, in that innocent moment just before the long, slow descent into degradation and ecstasy… a feeling that pierced his gut with a paradox he could not have described.

The silent walls knew, and recorded the moment of no return. Josh’s mind might still rebel. But his soul was theirs. The long spanking scene, which he had missed the first time, began. Punishment. On the screen, and off. The pressure of his trapped orgasm continued, impossibly, to mount.

His cock and his ass were on fire. He could move his hands beneath him, reach his ass and balls, but not his cock. Teeth clenched, he strained against the collar, choking as he attempted to get the stool out from under his back. Impossible. Try as he might, he still couldn’t touch his cock. But he could reach his asshole quite easily. Now he understood the nature of the next torment. He could use the dildos to satisfy his burning ass. And probably make the need to come even worse.

Working his hips, he could feel his asshole pucker open and closed, like a fish out of water. No, he thought. I won’t do it.

His ass replied: DILDO. NOW.

His mental resolve crumbled to dust, blown away by the primitive need, and he grabbed for a dildo. In a sudden panic, he remembered that he had knocked them away. He clawed frantically at the bedding. The jar of grease was still there, but most of the dildos had apparently fallen off the cot. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a dildo handle, just out of reach.

“Oh, god!”

He tipped his head back in frustration. But then his hands took the initiative, plunging into the jar of grease and thrusting greedily at his burning hole. Arching his back, spreading his thighs wider, he pointed his ass hole down and probed it with trembling fingers. His face relaxed into a small smile as he pleasured his hungry hole, giving in to its demands.

“Yes. Ooh, yes… “

But then the lube, cool and soothing at first, began to warm his inner flesh.. To warm, and then to burn. He grimaced as he felt the heat mount on the sensitive skin of his anus. And the friction of his vigorous finger fuck was making it worse. Quickly, he scooped up a fresh gob of lube and plastered it to his ass, sighing as the thick white grease cooled the burning. But then, several minutes later, the heat was even worse, roasting his horny sphincter.

He squirmed and groaned, working his fingers and applying lube, caught between relief and torment. And try as he might, he could not penetrate himself very far with his fingers. Not far enough to reach THE SPOT. DILDO. NOW.

Desperate, he began to bounce up and down, rocking the mattress. He could just barely see the one remaining dildo handle, and was momentarily seized with panic as it rolled near to the edge, but then cried out in triumph as it rolled back toward the center. Straining at the collar, choking as his wind was cut off, he finally grasped the handle. He raised it up to look at it.

It was the largest of the collection. Much larger than the one the verger had used the day before. He closed his eyes in resignation. Shit.

He plunged the dildo tip into the jar of lube and placed it against his excited, tormented hole. It took him several minutes to force it into his tight young rectum, grunting in pain, wanting to stop, but liking it, wanting it; wanting it to split him open like an oyster. Wanting it to pry loose the white-hot pearl of pleasure that burned inside him.

With a loud cry, he forced the dildo in completely, feeling his ass snap shut on the narrow base. Mouth open, breathing deeply, he squirmed slightly from side to side, feeling his guts move, accommodating the huge invader. Then, as his anal passage softened and embraced the monstrous toy, an intense satisfaction radiated through him. Tentatively, he twisted the handle, biting his lip as the dildo head crushed hard against his swollen love nut.

Josh’s smooth thigh muscles trembled as lust commands issued from his brainless sex gland. Bliss. Then the burning began again.

Whimpering, he tried to satisfy the heat now inflaming his prostate. The need drove him, made him twist and work the dildo mercilessly, made him so desperate that he forced his ass to relax enough to pull the huge toy in and out. On the screen, Josh could see himself fucking with a dildo as well. That had been nothing compared to this.

He felt himself entering a kind of frantic trance. Having the monks watch him earlier had been degrading — but somehow, being alone in his torment was even worse. To ease the feeling, he began to mumble.

“Fuck me. Make me. Spank me. Punish me. Punish my ass. Punish my cock. Fuck me.”

Over and over, it became a mantra of sorts.

After a while, the door opened. Another monk came in. The sexual reek in the room was palpable. He closed the door and stood at the foot of the raised cot. The handsome boy was plastered with sweat, his blond hair flat and damp, his bloated cock jutting obscenely, the piss slit swollen and crusted with pre-cum. Most satisfying of all was the delightfully brutal way the lad was fucking his sweet bubble butt. Splendid. He leaned over to smell the thick, musky pheromone rising from his hot crotch, the pale blond pubic hair like the smoke of incense.

Then he pulled up a stool and sat right at the foot of the bed, looking straight up between Josh’s quivering thighs, watching Josh degrade himself. Josh couldn’t stop, didn’t even care. He fucked himself with abandon.

Sometime later the video came to its conclusion. As he watched himself come on the screen, Josh arched his back, trying to come too, but falling back and groaning in misery as the tape ended. The monk pulled back his hood, revealing stern but handsome features.

“Well done,” he said. In the silence Josh heard the tape start to rewind again.

“Oh no — no — please not again — no, please — I’ll suck your cock, eat your ass, anything, get fucked, anything you want me to do, please! Let me come! It hurts, I need it so bad!”

“Do you solemnly promise? Say it again!”

Josh, seeing hope of release, babbled, “Oh yes, yes, I promise, I’ll do it, suck your cock, suck your butt, anything you say anything please just do it fuck my ass if you want oh PLEASE—”

“Very well. I accept. All of that which you have offered.”

Ecstatic, Josh began humping furiously, grabbing the dildo handle again for one last wild ride. Deliberately, the monk pulled from his pocket an old gardening glove, the thick leather palm cracked and rough from years of use. He dipped it in the jar of lube and held his hand poised next to Josh’s thrusting cock Between clenched teeth Josh groaned.

“Oh GOD yes, do it!”

Smiling, the monk closed his gloved fist around Josh’s hot penis, reaching with his other hand to twist and squeeze the lad’s vulnerable scrotum. Josh gasped and recoiled as he felt the harsh leather touch his tight cock head, then convulsed as the monk started rubbing his thumb right over the sensitive piss slit.

On the very edge of ejaculation, the intense sensation deprived him of the power to come. His cock locked in torment, his balls twisted, his ass stuffed and burning, Josh yelled incoherently, all of his muscles fluttering in random spasms like a fish on a hook.
Silently, the monk counted to sixty.

Then, releasing the lad’s balls and taking his thumb off the penis tip, the monk stroked Josh’s cock gently and deliberately, with his other hand grabbing the dildo handle and pushing it in.

Thrusting helplessly into the man’s hand, impaled on the obscene dildo, Josh’s orgasm was released at last.


Josh had not imagined that the orgasm, when it finally came, would be even more painful than what had come before. There were no individual spurts, just one long shuddering blast. He was unconscious when it ended.

The monk looked down at his handiwork while removing the glove. The boy’s body, still arched, was covered with an elaborate swirl of intertwined ropes of semen. The man raised one shapely eyebrow as he noted the rune pattern created by the shining cum streaks. Bending down over Josh’s left nipple, he observed a pearl of jism clinging to the erect tip. His tongue flicked out and caught it. He straightened and replaced his hood, eyes gleaming in the recesses of the cowl.

“Delicious,” he said.



When Josh awoke the second time, he was not alone.

Two monks sat at the foot of the cot, to which he was tied as the first time he awoke. There was no sign of his recent ordeal. Seeing that he was awake, the men gave him a sponge bath, going about their business silently and efficiently, and doing a very thorough job on his ass before drying him with thick towels. Then they massaged oil into his skin, including his cock and asshole.

Josh had never been bathed like this before, and all the intimate attention made him really hard, but the men did not masturbate him. Afterwards, he was fed some breakfast, again a very strange thing to submit to. His many questions went unanswered. After the food, his wrists, ankles, and neck were fitted with polished leather cuffs having attachment loops; then he was untied from the bed and dressed in the white robe again. He was then marched down a dim corridor and brought to a rather grandly carved door. When it was opened, Josh gaped in shock.

Within was a large octagonal chamber with a star-vaulted roof. Seated around the edge of the chamber in raised wall niches were a large number of monks in black. Opposite the door, in a specially fancy niche, was a man wearing impressive red robes and a miter. But the shocking thing was the scene in the middle of the chamber.

In the center of the room, on a padded circular platform, were three people in a living tableau: arranged in a triangle were a youth, a bearded man, and a costumed satyr, the boy licking the man’s cock, the man eating the satyr’s ass, the satyr dildo-fucking the blond boy. Josh realized that this was the same as the central figure of the carved altar in the crypt cell. On the floor in a large circle around this tableau were 12 youths about his age, in a daisy chain: each boy’s face was buried in the next boy’s butt. They were all rock-hard, with their hands tied tightly to their sides, the upper leg bent up high at the knee to offer better access at the rear.

Still stunned by the sight of it all, Josh was marched around this lewd tableau and brought before the grand red personage.

Josh saw that the man was attended by four more youths, each a stunning example of male beauty, clad in red leather collars with broad lace trim. Glancing down, he saw that the young men were sporting red leather cock rings, their lovely erections held at attention by slender silver chains attached to the ring and disappearing behind their hips. Josh wondered what the chains were attached to; one of the lads, observing Josh’s glance, turned slightly and pulled on one shapely buttock, letting Josh see that the chains were attached to shiny red butt plugs. Josh, embarrassed that he had been caught looking, glanced up to catch a condescending smirk and looked away, blushing furiously.

He felt a hand push him. “You must kneel before the Lord Abbot!”

Josh started to obey, then felt the hand again.

“Not that way. This is the proper posture.”

And Josh was guided to kneel with his back to the Abbot, then made to press his forehead to the floor and raise his hindquarters. The attendant monks folded back his robe to reveal his rump to the Abbot. Josh heard the voice of the Abbot, deep and commanding.

“Welcome to Ass Abbey, home of the Priapic Order. You will begin here your life of obedience and worship as a junior novice. This Eve, at the stroke of midnight, will be the initiation. However, before this sacred rite, you must clear yourself of all past debts. Those who enter here must leave the past behind, free of former obligations. Does any have such a claim on the youth now presented?”

One of the monks stood and the red man motioned him forward. He pulled back his hood and Josh peeked sideways and saw that it was he who had finally let him come yesterday. The man’s handsome face was crossed with a deliciously lewd leer.

“My lord Abbot, yesterday this slutty boy did promise to perform services upon my person, in return for which I did ejaculate him. In specific, fellatio and analingus were offered, as well as anal intercourse, and all other acts which I might order of him for my pleasure.”

The red man addressed Josh. “You will fulfill your promise to the utmost. In front of the entire Chapter here assembled.”

Josh sat up in a panic and turned to plead with the Abbot. “No! No! It’s not true! It’s a lie!”
There was a deadly hush.

“May it please your Grace, I have proof.”

“Present it.”

The monk produced a remote control and thumbed it on. On each face of the octagon, above the seats, a large screen TV flicked to life. Josh watched in horror as the screens showed a bird’s eye view of himself on the cot, bound, naked, frantically fucking himself with the huge dildo. Obviously there must be a video camera concealed in the ceiling of his cell. Josh cringed to think what the whole tape must show. In this excerpt, Josh was fucking his ass hard with a large dildo for several minutes while the monk watched. Obviously, this part was not necessary as proof, and had been put in to mortify Josh. It worked. He could see several of the monks working their dicks under their robes, ogling the screens. Finally, the tape advanced to the point where Josh started begging. Offering, then promising, to service the monk. Then, the monk reaching to Josh’s cock.

Oh, please, no, turn it off, Josh thought.

But no. The tape ran on, showing Josh writhing helplessly in the grip of that harsh leather glove, and finally his stupendous orgasm as he shouted and raved to be fucked.
The man in red made a curt gesture and one of his attendants slapped him hard in the face, knocking him to his knees.

“It is you who lie, insolent boy! You must now pay your debt to this man before all here. We will watch as you suck his cock, as you worship his anus with your tongue, as he fucks you. But before that you must be punished for your insolent lies. Let the one you have wronged choose your punishment.”

“As your Grace pleases. Let the boy be strung on the display deck.” The tableau trio on the platform scuttled off, and Josh was hustled on to it. His wrists were snapped to a chain from the ceiling as his feet were kicked apart and attached to the floor rings. The monk approached, and forced a pecker gag into his mouth, strapping it in place. The monk then tore off Josh’s white robe.

The platform began to revolve. Josh was terrified as he looked at the circle of men staring at him, bound and helpless and totally naked. The monk groped him lewdly as the others watched, probing his crack, pinching nipples, hefting his balls, stroking his cock. Once Josh was hard the monk again pressed the remote control. The screens showed a still of an earlier moment in the tape, while the six monks had watched Josh watching himself on TV. Then the scene moved, and Josh’s voice was heard: “Please — use a dildo on me — I need it — please, just fuck me with one of those dildos, this tape is so hot, watching me get it, oh please I’ll let you do it fuck me hard with dildos, all of them, please-”

The monk hit the pause button. Josh’s cheeks were burning.

“What do you say, my brothers. Shall I give the slut what he wants?”


“You can see for yourself how the boy blushes as his degradation is exposed on film. I have prepared many excerpts so that you may hear his depravity in his own voice as he is punished, and so that you may feast your eyes on the spectacle of his delicious body as it was used to fulfillment by the Verger!”

‘The assembly cheered. Josh struggled hard to free himself, but to no avail. His punisher beckoned to a servant lad. A tray of dildos was brought to him.

Josh tried to keep his ass closed but the man was an expert, prying his ass open and forcing in the first, smallest dildo. He teased it gently until Josh’s sphincter was breached. Then the real fucking began. On the screen, the film continued, showing a montage of Josh in flagrante, while the audio track was the long, long begging he had been forced to perform for the six monks. And, so that no detail of his punishment would be missed, every other screen showed a live close-up of Josh’s midsection, where as he revolved the men could see in minute detail the dildos fucking penetration of his anus alternating with his rigid cock.

Totally helpless, naked, bound, Josh was fucked with 6 different dildos for the pleasure of the assembly. His cheeks burned as he heard, amplified, his own voice begging for perverted abuse, and he could not help watching as the film showed every pornographic detail of his earlier rapes. Josh hung his head in shame as he was forced to enjoy each thrust of the dildo. For, every so often the monk would masturbate his throbbing cock, bringing him to the edge and stopping. But, worst of all, was the embarrassment he felt at having guys his own age seeing him like this. Each revolve of the platform made him face the Abbot’s attendant, the handsome black haired one who had caught him looking, and who now made it clear that he was enjoying Josh’s discomfort immensely.

Finally, the prepared tape ended. The monk removed the pecker gag, but not the dildo.

“For the end of your punishment, you must beg again. As all hear you, you will beg to suck my cock. To eat my ass. To be fucked. And, as you do it, you will fuck yourself while they watch.”

The monk took a telescoping post and put it in a socket in the platform, extending it and attaching it to the dildo that was inside Josh. The monk twisted his nipples, forcing Josh to slide up and down the full length of the 10” dildo, and to make it easier he released Josh’s hands from above and clipped them together behind him. Soon Josh was so hot that he fucked himself hard.

The monk stood before him and disrobed. “Beg to suck this cock!” Josh begged.

The monk turned and spread his cheeks.

“Beg to kiss my ass! Beg to lick my crack! Beg to suck my butt hole! Beg to worship my anus deeply with your unworthy tongue!” Josh begged.

“Now, beg me to come up your ass!”

Josh begged. Begged for all of it. Kept begging as he fucked himself in a frenzy on the impaling dildo. Kept begging even as the monk made him come. While they all watched.
After he came, he was released from the bondage and fell to the floor. The monk positioned him on his back, head in the center of the stage. The camera was reset to show his face in a huge close-up. The monk knelt over his sweaty body, triumphant. His turgid cock flopped onto Josh’s lips.

“Time to keep your promise, boy.”

Josh did as he was told, licking and sucking as they all watched. After a bit, the man wheeled around and presented Josh with his smooth ass crack. Step by step, he forced Josh to proceed, giving him instructions in detail. Once he had done this for a while, the monk set up an alternating pattern, sitting his ass on Josh’s probing tongue for a while, then sliding back as Josh licked between his legs, licked his balls, licked up the length of his penis, and opened wide as the man forced his cock into his throat for a few deep thrusts, before moving back again, forcing Josh to worship his anus once more.

Josh, humiliated, could hear the lewd commentary of the other monks as they ogled his work on the big screen. “Such a tongue! Ooh! Yeah, baby, suck it! Look how he eats that ass. Brother Librarian is certainly making him do it right!”

The oral service continued. Josh sucked really hard on the man’s cock, hoping to make him come and get it over with, but the man never let him get that far, spending more and more time making Josh rim his quivering hole.

Finally, the monk stood up. His cock was like a spear before him. Josh struggled to his feet. The monk grabbed Josh by the wrists and clipped them to his collar, underneath his chin. Forcing Josh to bend over, he filled his ass with lube using a baster. Surprisingly, the man then lay flat on his back on the stage.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, boy!”

Everyone laughed as Josh reacted with dismay. The handlers picked him up as he struggled, holding his legs spread, and lowered him onto the prone monk. There was a hush as they paused to position the monk’s dick head at Josh’s anus. Josh could see it in close-up detail on the screens as he turned; could see it as, inch by inch, he was lowered onto the huge erect cock. His rectum, well-stretched from the large dildo, well-oiled, swallowed the cock whole. A huge wave of warmth spread throughout his gut and he moaned with the pleasure of it. The man’s dick squirmed inside him, pushing his buttons.

Straddling the man, in front of all the monks, he began to fuck. The handlers held his feet, keeping him well spread so that the camera got good penetration detail.
Josh, fascinated, watched the screens as he slid up and down the man’s fuck-pole.
Seeing it intensified the sensation in some strange way. His cock became fully erect.

“Do a good job, boy. You must continue to fuck yourself until you make me come.”

Josh worked hard, squeezing his rectal muscles to jerk the man’s cock, humping him. Of course, all this just made Josh hotter as well… Ten minutes later, the man came, blasting Josh’s ass with a geyser of juice. Everyone applauded, and the meeting began to break up into an orgy. Monks bustled about, lighting braziers of incense, and within minutes the room was filled with that distinctive musky reek. Meanwhile Josh was lifted off the cock, ass dripping jism.

To his utter amazement, the boy who had been in the tableau was forced up on stage, and Josh’s ass was held to his lips as the boy sucked all the semen from his well-fucked hole, licking it clean. The men holding him could see that the rim job was making Josh wild, and with a lewd grin, one of them milked Josh’s cock to a second orgasm. Josh didn’t want to come, but the hot scene and heady clouds of smoke overwhelmed him. Afterwards the men holding him picked him up and carried him away, cock still twitching. People reached out and caught some of the cum off his torso, licking their fingers.

As they made their way slowly around the edge of the chamber to the door, Josh saw that the 12 young men from the daisy chain were being passed around, forced to service the monks, horny from Josh’s performance. Since there were four monks per youth, he saw that each boy was forced to masturbate two men while simultaneously getting fucked; and the mouth of each naked boy was servicing a cock or asshole, at the whim of the man in front.

As he passed the abbot, he could see that the man was being served by his special attendants. His robes were twitched aside, legs up, and Josh could see a that the brunette was hunched down, rimming the abbot’s asshole, while the redhead attempted to suck the abbot’s stupendous 12 inch cock. The other two boys, the blond and the black-haired youth, were forced to kiss and masturbate each other while the abbot gave them a good hard finger fuck. Their respective butt plugs, having been pulled, hung from the cock ring chains.

Each seemed desperate to make the other come first. As he passed further away, Josh looked back to see that the black-haired boy was coming. He was grabbed and, apparently as a consequence of the game, shoved down on the Abbot’s lap and forced to take the man’s prodigious cock up the ass. He struggled and cried out as the other attendants held him, pinching and tickling his nipples as he was raped. Just before the door closed, he looked over to meet Josh’s stare. Josh grinned, enjoying that last lewd glimpse before the heavy doors swung shut.



The midnight initiation was held in the secret chapel. Unlike other abbeys, this one had kept its original, much smaller Romanesque structure when the larger Gothic abbey was built. Its windows and doors sealed, the 12th cent. original church had been converted over the centuries, covered with pornographic ornament and fitted with sex equipment. The only entrance was through secret passages through the crypts.

The tourists, visiting the official Gothic abbey during the day, would have never dreamed what was going on in the secret chapel late that night…

The service began in the Galilee Porch, which had been a baptistery. In the center of the smallish room there was a bowl-like depression in the floor with a drain. Around the lip of the depression were set a circle of steel rings. Standing just behind this was a large, ancient font, the size of an antique bath, filled with clear water. As Josh was led in, he saw that a large group of monks, probably 30 or so, were congregated behind the font, wearing curious formal black robes consisting of two separate pieces: each an arm sleeve with a long fall of cloth hanging from the shoulder to the floor. The two halves of the garment were clasped at the neck and joined with a chain just below the chest, but joined nowhere else, leaving the front and back nude. Each man also wore an ornamental belt and black slippers. There were roughly the same number of novices present, wearing short open lace surplices which left them naked below the midriff, and white slippers. The novices’ hands were tied behind them.

Josh had been dressed in some of the spare clothes from his rucksack taken the day of his abduction: tee, jeans, and underwear but no shoes or socks. He was marched over to the floor drain and his hands were cuffed to a hanging chain; his ankles were spread to either side of the floor depression and tied to heavy rings. The clothes were then cut from his body with a ceremonial knife, and burned in a charcoal brazier, except for his underwear. This item was rubbed deeply into Josh’s ass crack to get his musk, and then a bound novice was brought forward and forced to come against the wad of cloth, soaking it with his huge load. The slimy wad was stuffed into Josh’s mouth and tied in place with a square of cloth to gag him.

Then two monks came forward with a basin, scissors, and cream, which turned out to be hair remover. The monks trimmed and then creamed the hair from his groin and ass crack, wiping the lotion on his legs and chest as well to remove the light blond down until his body was smooth and hairless.

Then two more came forward with enema equipment. Josh struggled, but there was nothing he could do as the water was forced into his ass. The warm water flooded him, making him hard, and he squirmed with shame as he realized that they would all watch when he had to release the enema. The tip of the enema hose ended in a pierced butt plug, so he could not release the water until his captors chose to pull the plug. He squirmed helplessly as the pressure grew, his cries muffled by the slimy gag that dripped semen down his throat. He was miserable, but the pressure was keeping his cock nice and hard. Finally, they released the water, which gushed down into the floor drain. He endured two more enemas until the water ran clear.

Josh thought the worst was over but he was very wrong. Hands and feet were released, and he was made to lie on his back spread-eagled in the drain basin. His wrists and ankles were clipped to rings at the edge. Josh was miserable, since some of his enema water had splashed on the basin he was lying in, but it soon got worse. Eight or so of the monks crowded around him and grabbed their cocks as they started to piss all over his body. The streams hit him everywhere.

He rolled and struggled but could not escape the yellow torrent. As each man emptied his bladder, another took his place at the edge, joining his freshly gushing urine to the general rain. Just when Josh thought it was over, the novices were allowed their turn, some of whom could barely pee they were so hard. It went on for several minutes before they were all through. Josh lay, twitching and gagging, as the overflow seeped away. He was utterly soaked, and some of the piss had hit the cloth gag. The smell was overwhelming.

Some water was thrown over him to rinse most of the urine away. Then he was untied and lifted up, the soaked gag was removed, and his soiled body placed in the sweetly-scented font bath. Here Josh was lovingly bathed and cleansed, his hair washed and scented. He was dried off, and then his hands were tied behind him. He was too overwhelmed by the degradation of the enema and piss shower to struggle much.

A procession was formed and he was marched into the chapel itself. Down the length of the dim nave, Josh saw ancient frescoes showing demons and angels engaged in fierce sexual intercourse, the angels binding the demons and subjecting them to whippings, genital bondage, and dildo punishment, while the demons kidnapped angels and took them to hell, raping their asses and mouths, crushing their hairy assholes against the angels’ beautiful manly faces, and subjecting them to even filthier indignities.

The procession entered the long choir. The monks took up positions in the grandly done back row, each in a sort of throne-niche, while the novices squatted on misericords in the front row. As the boys sat down, Josh realized that each seat had a dildo carved into the top of it. The boys squirmed into place, their smooth buttocks on either side of the dildos as they impaled themselves on the well-worn wooden posts.

At the end of an ornately carved divided choir was a curiously short stone altar, and above and behind this was a gigantic canopied throne. Here, in full regalia, sat the abbot. Wearing a divided robe like the monks, but of red satin, with a red miter on his head, he held in his hand a staff ending in an upside down crucifix. As Josh was forced to stand before him, he saw that the arms of the cross were made of carved wooden dildos. The end where the legs of the upside-down corpus would have been was instead a massive cock, which formed the elongated tip of the cross. Josh could see that the tip of the cross-staff looked greasy and well-used. The abbot addressed the assembly.

“Has the initiate been purged and baptized in the water of the brothers?” “Yes, my Lord,” they answered.

“Then he shall be anointed and sealed in the baptism of the Order of Saint Priapus of the Holy Crotch.”

Josh was turned around and his legs forced apart. The abbot took oils from a ring-cup and lubed his ass well. After the enemas, Josh’s ass was warm and relaxed, and he squirmed as the abbot greased him up. Then his cock was anointed, and Josh blushed as the large man worked his shaft lovingly, stroking it expertly until Josh was squirming again, thrusting in his palm. The abbot indulged in stroking and fondling Josh’s freshly shaved and bathed body for several minutes as the boy’s attendant monks held him spread.

Then Josh was forced to his knees and told to repeat the oath of the sexual servitude after the abbot. At first Josh refused, but his balls were twisted cruelly until he gave in, repeating the oath…

“To serve or be served, to penetrate or be penetrated, to lick or be licked, as my Lord Abbot wills; to obey my superiors in all things great and small, especially to perform with my sex any novelties or entertainments as may amuse them to command of me; to follow the Priapic Rule in all things; and most especially to be at all times a vessel of wanton lust, lewdness, perversion and depravity.”

He was then told to seal the sacred oath with the kiss of love — fellatio. The monks held his head and he was force to fellate the abbot’s massive cock while they all watched. The abbot got very hard, but had not come before Josh was pulled away.

Then he was forced to repeat the oath again, after which came the kiss of submission — analingus. Josh was pushed under the throne, and saw that the throne was open like a toilet seat. From underneath, he was forced to kiss, lick and eat the abbot’s muscular ass.
When the abbot was satisfied, Josh was forced into the midst of the choir. Two stout poles were put into floor sockets about 4 inches apart, and Josh’s wrists and ankles were tied to them. The abbot spoke.

“Brothers, the candidate has been baptized and sealed, and has sworn the oaths with the kisses of love and submission. Before his first cum-union, examine him yourselves to verify that he is worthy!”

The monks hustled around, feeling and groping him everywhere, lewdly fingering his ass and hefting his balls. Josh, humiliated, squirmed as the men teased him. The men were obviously impressed and aroused by his smoothly muscled body, as well as the fact that the stud was completely unable to prevent the most intimate fondling of his private areas. Three times they stimulated his cock to near-ejaculation, only to leave him gasping on the edge each time.

After the last monk had reluctantly left off feeling his inner thighs and pinching his nipples, Josh was untied and led up and on to the low altar. On all fours, his ankles and wrists were attached to rings at the four corners. A large gold chalice was placed beneath his spread ass. While these preparations were made, four large braziers were placed at the corners of the altar, and great quantities of the strange incense were cast on the hot coals.

Plumes of pungent perfume slowly filled the choir. When all was ready, the room fell silent. The abbot mounted up, kneeling behind him on the altar slab. Josh tensed, expecting an ass fuck, but what happened was different. The abbot placed the tip of his dick firmly against the boy’s sweet, pink ass bud but did not push in. Instead, he jerked himself off. In a minute he came, the force of his orgasm such that much of the jism blasted some little ways into Josh’s rectum. After he finished, Josh could feel the come leaking out of his ass and dripping into the chalice.

Then, one by one, the other monks came forward. First, each stood on a block and inserted his cock in Josh’s mouth for a quick ritual suck. Then he mounted the altar and came against Josh’s asshole as had the Abbot; meanwhile the next monk in line used Josh’s mouth to get hard. As the orgasms continued, the semen dripped into the cup. Josh’s ass was tingling.

After the last monk, the chalice was removed, and Josh watched as the novices began to hump their wooden dildos. The monks stroked the boys’ hard young dicks to the edge of orgasm. The chalice was carried round as each boy was brought off. When it was carried back to the altar, it was almost full to the brim.

Witnessing all this ejaculation had made Josh very horny indeed. His young prick dripped pre-cum on the marble altar slab.

Then the abbot brought his staff before Josh. The boy watched with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as one of the monks oiled it up slowly. Panic filled him as the 12 inch tip, 3 inch thick at the base, was placed against his rectum. Josh tried to clamp down but his anal muscles were so relaxed from the earlier enemas, etc. that he couldn’t really resist. He groaned as he felt its fullness dominate his gut, then grunted loudly as his sphincter snapped open for the invading pole. Josh sighed as he felt a wave of warmth flow from his gut to engulf his hard penis.

The abbot worked the staff gently to make sure the youth was fully opened up, and then set up a fucking rhythm, pushing and pulling the wooden cock in and out. Oil was constantly added to keep the fucking smooth and deep. Whimpering and moaning with pleasure, unable to help it, Josh responded to the deep stimulation, pushing his hips to take the penetration deeper. Mindless of the public display, he moved his body shamelessly while the monks ogled the lewd scene.

The tempo built slowly, thrust after thrust hammering on the boy’s horny prostate, driving Josh to the edge in a steady crescendo. Then, lodging the staff deep, the abbot took Josh’s cock in hand and in three stokes brought him to a huge orgasm, aiming the jism into the chalice as it erupted. As he came, jerking and writhing, his ass was held in place with the dildo-staff to allow his semen to be collected in the cup.

Josh’s head was spinning from the huge orgasm. Before he had recovered, the abbot emptied a small vial of potion into the chalice, stirring it in, and held it to Josh’s lips. Suddenly the huge dildo was pulled from his ass, leaving his anus stretched and gaping. Josh opened his mouth to groan as simultaneously the chalice was tipped, giving him a big slurp of the mixed white cream, the orgasms of over sixty men and boys combined with the mysterious potion. The musky taste was salty/sweet, with another, exotic taste, impossible to define, like the incense, but stronger. Josh licked his lips to get every drop.
The monks shuffled forward, each taking a tiny drop of the cum-union by dipping his pinkie in the huge chalice and placing it on his tongue.

Josh felt increasingly strange as the potion in the chalice started to take effect.
Woozy, spinning, he sprawled atop the altar as his ankles and wrists were released. Amazingly, he found that his cock was incredibly hard, already fully recovered after the huge ejaculation.

The large curtain behind the altar parted, and a satyr with a huge tongue and rigid phallus entered, bounding toward him. Moving as though underwater, Josh looked around through the clouds of incense, seeing all the faces eagerly awaiting something. A hazy feeling of great sexuality washed over him. The boy guessed that the potion was some kind of drug, but it felt so good he didn’t care. With the loss of volition, he sensed a coming fulfillment.

The satyr leapt onto the altar, legs a-straddle over the sprawled blond youth. Without thought, Josh lifted his face into the manly ass crack, breathed in its erotic musk, and welcomed his demon lover with a deep, passionate, wet kiss, worshiping that nether mouth as if it alone were source of all beauty, all lust, all ecstasy.

Time became meaningless. The satyr was his priest, his god, his lover. With abandon, Josh abased himself, writhing with primitive rhythmic lust as he worshiped the lascivious being’s cock and ass, rolling up to kneel in adoration, parting the luscious buttocks with his hands, burying his face in the dark cleft. Josh hardly noticed as another horny satyr appeared and joined in, the boy merely lifted his head from the ass crack for a brief ecstatic smile as the other satyr thrust deep into his ass.

Once the satyr-priests had begun the sacrificial rape of Josh on the altar, the sub-prior took the chalice and staff around the stalls to the novices, dipping the cock-tip in the cum-union potion and having each novice lick it off. As the sex potion took effect the novices tore off their lace surplices and knelt to worship the monks.

“Bacchanalia! Priapus!” the monks cried.

Each grabbing a novice, the monks formed a loose circle around the altar. Each man used his boy’s mouth and asshole as he saw fit; if some of them accidentally raped each other—they hardly noticed. All eyes were fixed on the spectacle of Josh and the satyrs entangled on the altar.

Josh didn’t notice. Cocks, mouths and assholes combined in an ineffable perfection that was at once dance and hymn. Josh was the altar in an eternal heaven; he both priest and victim; he the conduit of worship, his asshole and mouth connecting within to form one continuous tube of desire, filled with sacred fire.

Fucked/fucking, rimmed/rimming, sucked/sucking, Josh dissolved in a hallucinogenic cloud of sexual ecstasy… Erat in Principio, et Nunc, et Semper, et in Sexula Sexulorum. AMEN.

1 thought on “ASS ABBEY”

  1. Deliriously demented perversion of a novice fairy boi fuck toy. Mouth watering consumption of endless streams of sperm.

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