REBIRTH 1

Feature Writer: Chaim Utrecht <[email protected]>

Feature Title: Rebirth1

Published: 25.08.2021

Story Codes: Religious, Authoritarian

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

Rebirth 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He said, “You still want me to do that some more?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

xxxxx

Predicted.

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

In my dream my teenage body seemed to melt as a man stroked my sensitive skin. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see him, he was dominant and took advantage of me. I was not being able to see him but that made my other senses more intense. My body trembled and shuddered with delight as he stroked my skin, he felt me all over and kissed me. That kissing made me horny as hell! The unseen tongue possessed my mouth, it was making my dick jerk and twitch, and it didn’t matter at all that I couldn’t see the man. Now I think He was the Father, he was kind but very powerful, sweet and he took possession of me. The man’s tongue went on.

It was all over me, his tongue went all over the front of my body! I never had realized in my dreams that my body was so sensitive. Especially the soft, inside flesh of his thighs. That was magical! The man, who was Father, was turning me over and some instinct told me that I should lift his hips so my butt was up, and that same instinct told me to get his knees as far apart as I could.

I immediately went into my submissive role. Father felt my hard little dick and he then bound my hands behind my back as he went down on my hard dick. He told me not to cum or I would be severely punished and said he had to suck it and get to know his property. He sucked and played with both my dick and my full balls.

He edged me for a long time and he kept taking my pre-cum as he said, “You are a very sexy sweet little boy!”

I didn’t know why I opened myself up for him, but I did in my dream without hesitation. I surrendered myself to him. He praised my willingness and continued, he fingered my bare asshole and lubed me and he took me to a chair and bend me over it. My chest was supported by the back of it and he bound me to it.

The man quickly and expertly tied my wrists together with a length of rope. I flexed my wrists experimentally, and found them to be tightly bound. He moved in and tied my ankles and only my toes were touching the floor and I found I was not able to move more than just a few inches. My ass was now spread apart some more with my asshole up and exposed. I was not scared, my cock was hard, hanging down with my balls. My mouth was at the right height to take his cock, but he decided to fuck my ass, and once his cock was at the entrance he just pushed and went inside stretching my pucker. It caused me to gasp in wonderful shock, caused me to arch my back, caused me to gasp in pain and amazement.

“Ah! My ass!” Wincing in pain, I groaned as he forced his cock deeper inside to reach the depths of my asshole.

The friction was creating a burning-like pain.

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

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

“That’s it! Knew you’d like it.” Father said as he thrust away.

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

I begged, “Oh, please, Father,” in a gasping whisper, “Please, fuck me. Make me yours. Take me to paradise.”

Father groaned, “Oh, novice boy. You’re a damn good fuck.”

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

He went back and forth, back and forth, first slowly but later so strongly and rapidly that at each forward movement, my butt met his groin. Father’s breath was coming quickly and I felt his dick opening me wider and wider. He slowly withdrew and paused.

“I’ll fuck you as often as I can. How’s that?”

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

“Novice boys don’t really understand what fucking is all about till they’ve been whipped,” Father said and I was far from sure I wanted to be whipped but I badly wanted to be fucked more.

“That’s gonna fucking hurt!” I stated the obvious.

“Of course, novice boy, what do you think?” Father confirmed, “No gain, without pain. A few strokes of the whip and you’ll be my good, obedient boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually he stopped and said, “The whip will give you lovely, sexy, red lines on your butt, and I rather think you’ll enjoy getting them,” Father whispered, “You want the whip now, don’t you?”

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

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

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

“Now we start the real thing, novice boy, be prepared,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He fucked me even harder as I felt myself get to the stage that I wanted to cum, but I couldn’t reach for my dick.

I was suddenly aware of what he asked me, “Boy, do you know that you are mine and here in the Monastery to service my cock whenever I want your little ass?”

I screamed, “Yes Father, anything you want, anything.”

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

I was so surprised that I had cum without even touching my dick that I yelled, “Thank you Father!”

The Father slapped my ass and promised me, “You will soon understand why you will be punished for that, you have to restrict yourself, a novice boy can’t cum without my permission.”

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

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

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

“Good boy. You are learning fast.”

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

“Thank you, Father.”

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

“This little boy hole is made only for my cock.”

Father pulled out leaving the head of his throbbing hard cock right at my pucker, and immediately rammed it back into my guts with all his might. I groaned and Father started to piston fuck my little asshole with everything he had. He had only used a small amount of spit and no lube for this fuck. Oh holy shit, despite the pain, my cock felt so good. I was having a hard time not coming from the long hard strokes.

He battered my ass with stroke after stroke. I was sobbing of pain and lust, but was not incoherent yet. Later I learned there’s a pain point where the logical brain checks out on me, and I can, for example, no longer form coherent sentences. That’s what happened in my exciting dream, because finally, when I knew the Father was about to cum, he pulled completely out. My brain checked out, he drilled his cock into me with the most violent stroke yet and just yelled nonsense.

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

I was yelling out, “Oh Father, oh …” I was babbling, screaming and sobbing, begging him, “Please help me. Please.”

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

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

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

He spoke and said, “Beg for my seed, boy. I want to hear you beg.”

I surrendered completely and had not limits anymore.

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

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

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

At that moment Father shoved his whole cock all the way into my ass and I felt the pleasure of his hot seed filling my ass.

He roared into my ear one final time, “I own you”, while his cock spasmed and spurted load after load of his seed deep into my bowels.

At that time I was barely able to focus on where I was. I noticed brother Sebastian looked down at me as I came back to reality.

THE END