Feature writer: Ashan
Feature title: The Cult
Uploaded: MCStories 8th December 2005
Story codes: MC, MM
Link: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Ashan.html
THE CULT – PART 1
The young student shook his head slowly. Whatever he said to Sanjay just didn’t seem to get through. In the three weeks since he had started college what had seemed like a God-given opportunity to bring a new soul to Jesus had come to nothing. Tom shrugged. He guessed he’d just have to pray harder and try harder. Sooner or later God’s message would get through to his Indian roommate.
Tom had always been a Christian. His fathers’ role as a church minister had seen to that but as the boy had grown into a young man his faith had become stronger. As a pupil at one of England’s less famous private schools he’d shunned his class-mates adolescent experiments with drink, tobacco and drugs. As he concentrated on his studies and his sporting prowess he didn’t even notice the lustful glances that were increasingly cast at his lithe athletic body.
Like any teenage boy Tom has his sexual urges. He dreamt of girls and would feel shame and a desperate need to pray when he woke to find his sheets wet from his erotic dreams. Tom knew though that when the time came God would provide him with a wife. Until then he would keep himself pure and devote himself to Jesus work.
In the summer before he went to college Tom did meet a girl. A girl who fell head over heels in love with the tall blonde blue eyed athlete he had become. It was all very romantic and very sweet. He held Anne’s hand and, just once, kissed her briefly on the lips before promising to hold her in his heart as his adult life began
So the young man who started his studies at Oxford was a bit naïve, a bit innocent but determined to devote his life to the service of his Lord.
Although devoted to his religion Tom did not consider himself narrow minded. Before following his father into the Ministry he planned to work in the third world providing practical help to the poor and preaching the gospel.
In order to further those ambitions he chose to study Comparative Religion as well as Theology and chose a college with a good mix of students from around the world.
Tom gad been delighted when he learned he was to share a room with a foreign student. Not only foreign – but a non-Christian- someone on whom Tom could test his evangelical skills. He was convinced, that with Gods help, his new room-mates soul would be the first he would save.
Tom like Sanjay from the first moment he saw him. At 6′ 2″ he was a couple of inches taller than Tom and his Tamil background gave him a dark, almost black, skin.
The two men took to each other though Sanjay would often tease Tom about his refusal to drink and determination to remain a virgin. It was only when Tom attempted to discuss religion that Sanjay become annoyed or defensive.
As he walked through the colleges ancient quad Tom tried to think where he had gone wrong. He had tried broaching the subject of Jesus in so many different ways and each time his approaches had either been rebuffed or ignored.
Maybe, Tom thought, It was something in Sanjay’s own religion that was causing the problem. He stopped with a sudden burst of realization. He didn’t even know what Sanjay’s religion was.
He’d been preaching not discussing. The way to reach Sanjay’s soul was by discussing both their faiths not lecturing about Jesus. When Sanjay compared the two he couldn’t fail to see that the way to God was through Calvary.
Tom really hoped Sanjay would be in their room when he got back and he could hardly contain his excitement when he opened the door and saw the young Indian lying on his small single bed reading.
Tom looked at him carefully before choosing his words. Sanjay was obviously relaxed…wearing just a pair of track suit bottoms his course book lying on the matted dark hair of his chest.
“Hi Sanjay” Tom ventured “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure…course you can…anything you like” the Indian replied.
Tom launched into the speech he’d been preparing in his mind as he walked back to the room. He explained how important Jesus was to him and apologized for not asking Sanjay about his beliefs. He ended with a smile inviting his roommate to tell about his believes.
Sanjay smiled wickedly. “Are you betting your God against mine Brother?” he asked with smiling laugh in his voice.
Tom was thrown by the response. He would never ‘bet’ his God but as Sanjay continued to talk he smiled in relief. The Indian told him he would happily learn more about Tom’s religion if he was prepared to study his.
“Tell you what” he said “I’ll go along to your worship…if you’ll try mine”
For Tom this was the opening he wanted. He was so convinced of the rightness of his faith that he was sure that the smallest exposure would soon allow Jesus to enter any sinners’ heart.
Three days later Sanjay found himself being led into a cold Chapel a short way from the college to listen to the preaching of a visiting American pastor.
Tom led him in with a huge smile convinced his friend would soon be safe in the arms of the Lord.
Sanjay was convinced that the opposite was true, He was destined for an hour of total tedium and he consoled himself by lusting over his friend’s body.
As Tom led him into the chapel Sanjay admired his cute arse framed in a pair of tight black trousers and his muscular shoulders displayed by his white cotton shirt. Tom normally wore boring clothes…but his dressing up for church made Sanjay feel horny his dick rapidly tenting up his loose blue jeans.
To Toms’ dismay the preaching of the Reverend Paul Holster the third had little impact on Sanjay. When Tom eagerly asked him what he thought of message of salvation Sanjay said little though he did promise to attend a Christian service again if Tom kept his side of the bargain and worshiped with him.
Tom had thought that would not be a problem. To actually witness pagan or heathen worship should, he thought, strengthen his own faith. He got a bit worried though when Sanjay explained that his own religion had no temple in Oxford and that the worship would involve the two of them alone in their room.
Tom was a man of his word though and sat nervously on his bed as Sanjay prepared an “alter” on the communal desk the shared between their two beds.
Sanjay took great care preparing the place of worship. On either side of the desk he place scented candles and incense and glasses of sacred tea to drink during the worship. In the center of the desk he placed an open book in Sanskrit lettering above which was photograph of an elderly fat man sat in the lotus position. The picture was surrounded by a frame of colored lights that flickered continuously.
Tom looked on nervously. “So what am I supposed to do?” he asked.
“It’s easy” Sanjay replied as he knelt in front of the desk “Come here and kneel next to me and follow what I do”
Tom felt unsure of himself but felt he had to keep his promise. Reluctantly he knelt next to Sanjay and took a deep breath.
“Here drink this” said Sanjay offering Tom the “sacred tea” he had prepared. Tom drank deeply and smiled as the drink was far more pleasant than he had expected.
Sanjay smiled too for he know his battle was half won. The “sacred tea” was genuine containing potions that would help him later. But Sanjay was a modern man. Copious amounts of Viagra, Ecstasy and alcohol made the drink even more potent and effective particularly on a drug free young virgin like Tom.
Tom felt his head swim and was glad to feel Sanjay’s strong arm guide him forward toward the altar he had created.
“What am I meant to do?” he asked drowsily.
Sanjay pointed at book. “Here” he said “underneath the Sanskrit I have written the phonetic words in pencil, Read these while you look at the guru”
Toms’ eyes swam as he tried to focus on the words. Eventually he could read the phonetic sounds “Tam ord ashol fein” seemed to be the mantra that was to be repeated. Tom said the words uncertainly a few times until for some reason they seemed to come naturally. He giggled a bit as he began to repeat them quickly again and again.
“Now dear Tom… Look at the master as you say those words”
Sanjay’s instructions penetrated Toms mind and he looked up at the picture of the fat old man. As he stared at the photo something deep in Toms Christianity made a final attempt to resist.
“NO” he screamed tearing his eyes from the picture.
Sanjay’s arms were around him now, the Indian boy kneeling behind him his arms around Toms` body. Tom felt his breath on his ear but payed more attention to the words he spoke than the hard piece of flesh he felt rubbing against his arse.
“What’s wrong brother?” Sanjay asked “It’s just our deal…just say the words.
Tom looked at the picture and muttered “Tam ord ashol fein”.
From that moment he was lost.
Tom stared at the picture of the fat old man. He was wearing baggy white clothes and his sweaty balding head was pretty disgusting. A long matted white beard looked as if it had never been washed or trimmed but suddenly for Tom this was the sexiest, hottest picture he had ever seen.
The more he looked at the picture chanting the words “Tam ord ashol fein” the hornier he became. “That’s it brother” he heard Sanjay whisper, “Feel the love”.
Tom focused on the picture chanting the mantra and hardly noticed as a pair of dark hands slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and began to stroke his hairless white chest.
For Sanjay weeks of frustration were coming to an end. He had been sent to England to search for a boy just like Tom – a sweet white blonde plaything and acolyte for his guru and Master.
His Master’s description had been detailed and precise and when the very image of his Masters’ description was made his roommate he was more convinced than ever of the accuracy of the Guru’s visions.
Yet all the plans he had to win the boy over had proved useless, Sanjay had believed that all young Englishmen were immoral and degenerate and would quickly be tempted by his offer of potent drugs and mystic experiences.
Instead he had to endure weeks of preaching about Tom’s stupid, untrue religion. Drugs and booze were out and even masturbation became something only to be indulged in while Tom was out of the room.
Now, at last, the lovely, priggish boy was in his arms his smooth chest beneath his hands with his eyes glazed as he stared in awe at the Gurus picture the enchanted words he was chanting taking him ever deeper into a lustful trance.
Sanjay’s own dick was rock hard and after all the frustration he could wait no Longer. Tom was to be his Masters toy. He knew that, but there was fun to be had first for, after all, the Guru liked his followers to skilled in the arts of love not clumsy virgins.
While his left hand continued to stroke Toms chest Sanjay let his right hand drop behind the white boys back and onto the rampant throbbing lump in his own blue jeans. He let out a long slow sigh as he groped his own hardness and felt the damp of the pre-cum seeping through the blue denim.
Clumsily Sanjay undid the buttons of his jeans freeing his seven inch almost black dick. Breathing deeply he grasped his cock firmly and slowly pressed the cut head against Toms trouser-ed arse. Feeling his dick press against the black material and seeing his white pre-cum seeping into the material drove Sanjay into an ecstasy almost as great as his drugged up room mates.
Tom took no notice as he slowly rubbed his dick back and forth across his arse then up and down the crack he was longing to penetrate.
For Tom by know was aware of very little except the picture he was staring at, a picture of a man who in Toms mind was undoubtedly the sexiest human being who had ever lived.
So little registered as Sanjay’s left hand dropped down his body and massaged his cock before slowly unzipping his trousers and pushing them down to the kneeling white boy’s knees.
He was unaware of the hard black cock pressing against his naked arse as Sanjay’s hands began to wank his uncut six incher.
Sanjay’s mind though was entirely on the boy in front of him. Tom’s brain might be lost in lust for the Master but Sanjay’s thoughts were all of the sweet piece of flesh he held. Slowly he raised his fingers to Tom’s mouth. The blonde eagerly began to lick and suck his hand. Sanjay neither knew nor cared what Tom thought he was sucking. He just knew that Tom’s mouth was providing the lubrication for his own deflowering.
The Indians left hand continued to wank his friends cock as he slowly dropped his spit covered right hand down to the boys arse. Slowly at first he began to trace his fingers up and down Tom’s totally hairless crack pausing slightly each time his fingers encountered the puckered rose of his hole.
If anything Toms trance and ecstasy were deepening. The word of the mantra were now little more than a slurred groan and Sanjay could feel that the young Christians throbbing cock was close to explosion
Sanjay knew though that he was approaching a critical moment. As he pushed first one, then two, then three fingers inside Tom the pain might be enough to break the effect of the spell and the drug-induced ecstasy he had created.
Slowly Sanjay started to tickle the entrance to tom body with his index finger…as his finger nail brushed again the tight hole he could feel a slight nervous quiver…a quiver that hardened his cock more than he had ever thought possible.
The Indians careful planned to open Toms arse slowly with his fingers retreated in the face of his lust and the demands of his dick. His cock was thinking for him now not his brain…and its message was simple but insistent “I have to be in there now”
Somewhere deep in his mind Sanjay knew that what he was about to do could never be regarded as “making love”. He was preparing to use and abuse a body whose mind was somewhere else entirely. He was going to do something that was against everything the un-drugged, un-spellbound, Tom believed in. And somewhere deep in his mind he knew too that this had once been done to him.
But those thoughts were nothing compared to the demands of his dick now firmly placed at the entrance of Tom’s hole the first few fractions of an inch already pushing tentatively inside the virgin entrance.
Placing his hand on Tom’s shoulders Sanjay pushed harder. For a few seconds it seemed Tom’s instinct would keep the intruder out the swollen glans unable to push past the muscular ring.
Then in the space of less than a second everything changed. As Tom let out a huge groan Sanjay felt his dicks mushroom head penetrate the entrance to Tom’s body. The rest of his cock swiftly followed and Sanjay looked down to see his pubes pressed firmly against the white globes of Toms arse.
Some of pain must have reached Toms befuddled brain for his body was now sweating profusely and his head fell to the floor even though his eyes remained glued to the guru’s picture and his lips continued to mutter the hypnotic mantra.
Sanjay stared down at his conquest. At base of his hairy stomach he could see the base of his dick now firmly impaled inside the young white student. In front of him was the sweaty, but perfect back of a stunning young man while on the floor Tom’s angelic face was still staring up at the altar that had corrupted him.
The Indian knew that if the pain of being fucked had failed to wake him nothing else would break Tom’s trance. As he slowly began to withdraw his dick before slamming it back inside Sanjay decided to give Tom a piece of his mind about his weeks of frustration. Tom wouldn’t remember his words, of course, but it would feel good to say them.
“Okay boy…here we go” Sanjay said ” This is where I fuck your stupid Jesus out of you…now you’re going to learn what a real god with real power can do. All those times I’ve watched you kneel to pray and wanted to fuck that cute arse and sweet mouth are over. Now you will pray for me to just that.”
Sanjay’s frustration was so great that this was never going to be a long sex-session. Within less than a minute he felt his cock beginning to throb and knew he was about to cum. As the first burst of sperm left his dick he felt Tom explode as well shooting huge threads of sperm across the floor.
Tom finally collapsed face down. Sanjay was still inside him his heavy body crushing him. The Indian knew ha had done enough for tonight. He would have loved to have continued fucking Tom all night. But this was a long game. Sanjay knew that Tom’s body would be addicted to the pleasure he had felt tonight….that he would have to return to sample them again and again. But although Tom’s body had been fucked…Sanjay didn’t want to fuck his mind.
A sore arse would tell Tom he had been raped and Sanjay didn’t want that. His task was more complex. To own Toms body was easy…his task was to persuade the mans mind to voluntarily give his love to the guru.
Sanjay smiled. He knew he would succeed. He lifted Tom’s comatose body and placed it on the bed. He carefully wiped every piece of sweat and sperm from his body. The carefully he dismantled the altar he had built. He lay on his bed smiling and muttered the mantra he had taught Tom “Tam ord ashol fein”
For his own pleasure he repeated the mantra in English. “Satan take me now”
THE CULT – PART TWO
Oxford in autumn would be enough to raise anyone’s spirits. Crisp winds and golden fallen leaves showed the ancient city at its best.
Sanjay, though, needed no external stimulation to bring a smile to his face. His physical conquest of his Christian room-mate Tom and the rough, rapid fucking he had given him would keep him happy for days.
As he wandered through the quad of the medieval college where he and Tom were students he could feel his half hard cock brushing against his loose denims. It was all Sanjay could do to resist the temptation to find somewhere secluded and wank himself to frenzy over the memory of the previous nights’ events.
This morning, though, Sanjay had work to do. While his victim slept a drugged, dreamless sleep the young Indian prepared the next step in the path that would lead Tom to a new god. Ironically it was a prominent Christian who would act as his tool in destroying the young mans faith.
Sanjay had first had the idea as he and Tom had walked to Church the previous evening. While Sanjay thought lustful thought about his friends body Tom had twittered on about the American preacher they were to listen to.
Tom had talked at length about the holiness and dedication of the Reverend Paul Holster the third and of how the pastor had brought hundreds to Jesus through his inspired preaching.
Indeed, Tom told Sanjay, it was one of the Reverend Holsters sermons that had persuaded him to seek a religious vocation and he looked on the American as his personal spiritual guide.
Sanjay knew that to destroy the Reverend Holsters reputation in Toms eyes would go a long way to destroying his faith in Jesus.
As Sanjay approached the Chapel where he hoped to find the American evangelist, in the room the young men shared Tom was slowly waking from his long sleep.
As his eyes fluttered open the young Christian felt a wave of horror wash over him but the feeling and the memory of what had caused it passed in an instant. Tom felt strange though, his thoughts were muddled and he felt almost as if his body was not quite his own.
Instead of rising from bed, without thinking as he normally would Tom found himself having to give conscious orders to his arms and legs in order to reach a seated position on the side of the side of his bed. It was only when he achieved that position that Tom felt a huge shock. He suddenly realized that he was stark naked!
Tom had rationalized his fear of nudity as being proper religious modesty. In fact he was paranoid about other people seeing him naked…in particular of them seeing the organs he modestly though of as his “private parts”.
Toms’ first reaction on discovering his state was to pull a sheet across his body and look desperately around the room to ensure that neither Sanjay nor anyone else was present to see him in such an immodest state.
The feeling of relief at realizing the room was empty lasted only slightly longer than the wave of horror that had washed over him a few seconds before.
How had he ended is such a state? Had Sanjay seen his body? Had the Indian removed his clothes? What HAD happened last night?
The seemingly unanswerable questions repeated themselves endlessly in the young mans mind. Yet however hard he tried Tom could remember nothing of events after leaving the Reverend Holsters service.
Rising gingerly from the bed and holding the sheet around his waist to preserve his modesty Tom looked around the room seeking some clue as to what had happened.
All appeared as normal except that on Sanjay’s bed there lay a slim green leather-bound volume. Tom didn’t recall having seen the book before and while normally he respected his room-mates privacy and possessions he saw little harm in taking a closer look.
While one hand clutched the sheet to his waist he used the other to pick the book up. On its cover were some Sanskrit words embossed in gold. Below them in smaller lettering were the English words “Thoughts of the Guru Ashol Fein”.
The book was obviously religious and Tom wondered whether it had played some part in the events that had left him in such a strange state.
Tom sat carefully on the edge of Sanjay’s bed and after ensuring the sheet would not slip away to reveal his body he took the book in both hands and carefully opened the first page.
The title page echoed the words on the cover but also contained another line of words written phonetically in English “Tam ord ashol fein”. He had no idea what the words meant although they seemed strangely familiar.
Toms eyes moved to the page opposite which was taken up by a grainy black and white photograph. Like the words the face in the photograph was oddly familiar. It showed an elderly man with a long unkempt beard smiling mysteriously at the camera.
Tom stared at the photograph. “The man has a beautiful smile” he thought and he brought the book closer to his face so that he could see it more clearly.
As the young man stared at the picture he scarcely noticed the raging erection that had taken hold of his cock. The sheet fell away from his body and for reasons he neither understood nor desired he began to mutter the words he saw printed before him “Tam ord ashol fein”
Tom repeated the phrase continually and after each repetition he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With each breath the raging desire his body felt increased and his cock hardened even more- if that were possible.
With his eyes glazed Tom stood up and walked to his desk. Carefully he propped the book open in front of him and sat facing it all the while chanting he mantra that was enslaving him.
Tom had never masturbated in his life but now he felt his hand begin to explore his own body for the first time. Gently he rubbed his hairless chest and was stunned by the sensations he felt as his fingers brushed against his nipples. As one hand began to explore those feelings further with ever-harder twists and tugs the other dropped down his stomach.
He pushed his fingers through his golden pubic hair before running them gently up his engorged dick. He could stand it no longer. For the first time in his life he formed a tight fist around his cock and began to masturbate furiously.
All the while his eyes remained on the grainy photograph and his mantra continued though by now regular groans were interrupting his chanting.
While one hand continued pumping his cock the other had now left his chest to pleasure his arse. With the weight of his upper body pressing down first one, then two, then three fingers pushed inside his sphincter.
In his crazed brain it still wasn’t enough. His fingers could not give him the pleasure that had been awoken by Sanjay’s brown giant the previous night.
Although Toms mind was now little more than a wild circus of instincts, desires and dreams deep down he knew he had never felt as good before…but he needed more.
The hunger in Toms hole was the only thing that could have taken his eyes away from the Gurus picture. Desperately his cornflower blue eyes searched his desk for something that could fulfill his needs.
A few pencils and biros lay about and he thought briefly about trying to ram a computer mouse up his arse before his gaze fell on a silent presence in the far corner.
There stood the small statuette of Jesus that his father had given him on the day he left for college. As an evangelical Christian Tom didn’t believe in statues and idols but this had been in his family since Victorian days. It was a brass figurine of the Lord in a long flowing robe portrayed as victim before Pontius Pilate, his arms tied behind his back and his face a picture of grief.
Tom reached out and picked up the statuette. Slowly he drew it to his face and gently kissed its mouth. Holding this precious family heirloom and symbol of his religion could have given Tom a last chance to escape but the beast within him was, by now, too strong.
Slowly he slid the figurines head into his mouth, his tongue licking and covering it with spit. Soon he had three or four inches of it in his mouth and was pulling it back and forth as if he was getting a good face fuck.
He giggled and pulled the antique from his mouth. Pinning his eyes, once again on the Gurus picture Tom stood up and placed the statuette on the chair behind him.
Chanting his mantra Tom slowly lowered his body. First Jesus head, then his neck, chest and legs entered him. His families most treasured possession and the effigy of his religion was now nothing more than a dildo in Toms’ hole.
Sanjay’s visit to the Reverend Paul Holster the third had proved to be more successful and more profitable than the Indian could ever have dreamt. The sort of mind-change Sanjay was attempting with Tom was difficult and time-consuming, manipulating someone for an hour or two was easy.
Sanjay had been planning to control the American evangelist and team him up with a seedy prostitute. His video of the event would be a powerful weapon in destroying Toms` faith.
He didn’t need to bother.
The church was empty when Sanjay entered, as was the office which the Reverend Paul had made his temporary home. On the desk was the Ministers lap top which the Gurus servant quickly began to tap.
The financial accounts revealed that the Reverend Paul Holster the third was a very rich man. His television preaching in the United States and on cable TV around the world brought in millions of dollars.
Of more interest to Sanjay were the video-recordings he found when he used his computer skills to dig deep into the lap-tops files. There he found recordings of the great preacher in sleazy sex-sessions.
The Reverends particular perversion seemed to involve being spanked by young blacks and it appeared that it little mattered whether the youngster carrying out the act was male or female
The Indian laughed. He knew that after he had confronted the Preacher all the money donated by fat, gullible Christians to his mission would end in the Gurus pockets but for now his priority was to use the evidence he had found to complete Toms conversion.
As Sanjay returned to his college with the laptop underneath his arm life seemed even better than it had when he left. As he approached Tom and his room he wondered what he might find.
There were two options really. Either his room-mate would still be asleep or he would have woken and would be quietly disoriented and dazed about what had happened.
What he saw was totally unexpected.
Tom was, by now, lying flat, face-down on the floor. The Jesus statue was deep inside his arse while his lips were kissing the Gurus picture. His white arse was humping up and down his dick pushing against the floor sliding through the pools of cum he had already produced.
Sanjay could not believe that the young Christian who had been so boring and so unreachable for so long was actually so submissive and so open to suggestion.
He closed the door and crossed the room quietly although he doubted that the sound of a full herd of elephants would impinge on the consciousness of his rutting roommate.
Slowly Sanjay undressed until he stood naked above the head of the still humping Tom. Bending down he removed the book from Toms lips and carefully placed his right foot in its place.
The feeling of naked flesh against his face was sufficient to drive Tom into an even greater frenzy. With a roar he firmly grabbed Sanjay by the ankle and began to kiss lick and slaver over the Indians foot.
Unlike Tom, Sanjay’s mind was not befuddled by drugs or spells but the sheer erotic force of seeing and feeling the young blonde worshiping at his feet – and worshiping his feet hit him like a physical blow.
As Tom continued to lick and kiss his skin Sanjay sank into the hard chair that stood behind him and he slowly began to massage his swollen dick. He let his eyes travel down his room-mates body from the golden haired head frantically tonguing his feet, over the smooth muscular back and down to the white fleshy orbs of his arse still humping away at the floor.
Sanjay had noticed that something was protruding from Toms hole when he first entered the room but try as he might he couldn’t imagine what object the young Christian was using to pleasure himself.
Filled with curiosity as well as lust Sanjay bent down and gripped Toms shoulders pulling him up into a kneeling position. Toms greedy mouth was in front of his groin and in a flash the sex-crazed student was licking and sucking at the feast in front of him.
Pushing his head down onto his dick with one hand Sanjay reached behind Toms back with the other and grasped the object protruding from his arse. Slowly and gently he pulled it free from the tight hole and brought it towards his face to examine it.
Sanjay could barely contain his joy or his laughter when he saw the shit-stained Jesus statue.
“Here, my friend, I can give you something better than that” he said as he pushed Tom down on to all-fours.
Within seconds he was kneeling behind the student his massive dick once again pressing hard against the entrance of his hole. Only Toms spit was lubricating Sanjay’s cock but Tom was past feeling any pain and the Indian certainly felt no pity for him.
“Tell me what you want” the Indian asked only to find he had to repeat the request after eliciting little more than a long moan.
Eventually the words did somehow fight their way into Toms smashed mind and slowly as if trying to find words in a foreign language he managed to frame a reply.
“I want…. I need to be fucked” he eventually managed to splutter.
“Then you will be, my fine young thing” Sanjay replied as he pushed the entire length of his cock inside Toms body in one relentless thrust
“Now turn on to your back…without letting my dick slip out of you” the Indian ordered.
Tom struggled to obey but eventually succeeded in lying on his back his arse resting on the kneeling Indians thighs and his body still well and truly impaled.
Sanjay smiled as he watched Toms struggles and unquestioning obedience. He reached down and squeezed and twisted the young mans nipples while beginning to rhythmically fuck his arse.
“Tam ord ashol fein” Sanjay chanted, the ancient words matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Tam ord ashol fein” echoed the whispering voice of young Tom as sweat poured from all the pores of his body.
Sanjay used his right hand to wank Toms dick as he pumped away. Sanjay could not believe how tight and hot Toms hole was. He knew that this was a worshiper deserving of his guru. He knew that Tom would be the gurus property but, for now, he was his.
Pumping harder and harder into Toms arse he picked up the Jesus statue. “Suck this” he ordered holding its head against the Christians lips.
Tom licked greedily either unaware of the taste of his own shit or, possibly, enjoying it. Sanjay thrust the statue in and out of Toms mouth in pace with his own cock.
He thrust faster and faster and as on the previous night it took the two students only a short time to climax Sanjay shooting deep inside the white-boys guts and Toms cum arcing in the air before landing on his own face and the protruding legs of Jesus.
Sanjay sighed and rested for a few minutes. Then for the first time he spoke a new mantra. “Fein ashol ord tam” he whispered. The reversed mantra immediately sent Tom into a deep trance-like state.
The wild sexual frenzy had disappeared from his limp body and his eyes appeared vacant and empty.
Moving almost robotic-ally he obeyed Sanjay’s instructions pulling away from his body, showering and dressing in the old-fashioned pajamas he slept in.
Lying on his bed he received his final orders from Sanjay.
“You will remember nothing of this tomorrow” Sanjay “You will remember the church service last night and praying some Sanskrit prayers. You will want to discuss those prayers with me. You will think you attended your lectures today.”
Sanjay turned away, meaning to leave Tom alone. Then the thought that he faced a day of endless religious discussions with Tom flashed across his mind…he couldn’t bear the thought of uninterrupted Jesus-crap-talk with nothing to distract him.
Smiling he took far more ecstasy and Viagra tablets than were sensible and laid them next to Toms bed. “Remember to take your vitamins tomorrow” he added to his previous instruction.
Sanjay smiled and quickly cleaned and tidied the room. He saved the Jesus statue till last. After wiping it clean with one of Toms t-shirts he held the statues lips against the head of his cock. “Kiss that fucker” Sanjay thought “some of us know what worship really involves.”