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Eclipse - 11.Delectorium, Part 2

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Jonson Chase (Boi Rah Daim)		Tye Dylan (Boi Rah Yojin)
Image created by Jockscan using AI tools	Image created by Jared4ever using AI tools	Image created by Jockscan using AI tools

Previously

Jonson O’Brian and Tye Gibson, two exceptional gymnasts on the cusp of becoming spies for their government, were abducted from Earth during a blood moon eclipse. They disappeared instantaneously in front of hundreds of witnesses at a nightclub where they had performed, paying their way through uni. They appeared on a planet named Attica in another galaxy. A sexually perverse world fed by two suns emitting photopleasuric light and energy throughout the solar system. They were hunted down, captured and prepared to be the Pleasure Primes of Attica.

Having been prepared in the Solar Sanctuary, their bodies filled with unrelenting pleasure, they are on a journey to a most holy place where they are scheduled to be milked. They have arrived at the place called the Delectorium, a tabernacle of lust and pleasure. The place where they will eventually be milked, which will initiate the Festival of Cum.

“Open Wide,” Zephir spoke loudly as the bulging gates began to open inwardly.

“Come inside!” He said in a softer, more jovial tone, smiling, looking at Jonson and then toward Tye’s heaving form.

The bulging gates welcomed the Pleasure Primes, slowly parting inwardly, revealing a line of Temple Priests dressed in their ceremonial white loincloths interspersed with Delectorium Attendants wearing their distinctive red thongs and golden sandals laced up their legs to just below the knee.

Attendants spent their time in the Delectorium attending to the effigies of Danteros, practicing their orgasm control skills on the abundant supply of Temple milking stock, or warriors graduating from the Factory. Cruel masters of agony and ecstasy manipulation, their lives are devoted solely to bondage and bulge. Imperium and domination over the virile powerhouses of male strength, the enemies of Attica, who were captured and subjugated to serve their lascivious masters. Their skill in pleasure control was unrivalled in their part of the galaxy and highly sought after on the various worlds and regimes reliant on the cosmic cum trade and not forgetting the lucrative trade in sexual slaves.

The Delectorium Playroom was packed; emissaries, traders, and brokers of male sexual slaves and services were in attendance, in respect for Attica and its mighty God. Zephir was in for a surprise; he was not yet aware that royalty was present inside the Delectorium, the King of Erotica, a small mineral-rich planet bathed in the Photopleasuric rays of their binary suns, in the same solar system as Attica.

The Playroom was packed. Sealed off from the outside courtyard, where the normal crowds were permitted to gather, it was used to entertain dignitaries and was the place of preparation before the Pleasure Primes were to be taken to the Holy of Holies, the milking chamber of the Delectorium. Zephir’s personal Priest attendants had facilitated Heroticas Jaxon’s arrival and had agreed to keep the King’s arrival a surprise for the High Priest.

Heroticas Jaxon, the 10th of the Jaxon Dynasty, ruled Erotica in the same manner as his ancestors, yet he managed to capitalise on the planet’s mineral-rich deposits and erotic strata. Many of Attica’s pleasure-generating Zorah stones and altars were mined and enhanced on Erotica. As famous in the galaxy as Attica’s cum products, Erotica’s vibrant trade in sexual implements and toys had made the planet rich. Known as the Iron Cock, a reference to Erotica’s sought-after minerals and the Jaxon’s lascivious reputation, Heroticas’ presence at this inaugural milking of the newest and most sexy Boi Rahs added a further layer of decadence.

Mitor looked to his left. They had placed Kar next to him. The metal collar was holding his head tightly against the metal, but he could move his head slightly. He glanced right, and it was the familiar sound of his fellow Preyan that he could hear fighting his bonds; it was Ethon. Further past Ethon, he could see Jai at the end of the large semi-circle metal frame. That meant that Kai was on the other end. To the front of them, he could see the Priests of Danteros and the Attendants moving, an army of devotees forming a line from the front of the bulky frame stretching to the gates. Glints of gold in the distance indicated that the huge gates were moving. He felt the hot metal on his chest and thighs; the restraints, too, were hot. He struggled valiantly, especially when the current of energy began to flow into his pecs and his thighs. It wasn’t like the delicious pleasure energy the Zorah stone had been delighting his body with all afternoon. This was diabolically filling his chest and thighs with pins and needles, and every now and then, a spike of pain would stab him in one of his nipples or shoot down his leg.

“AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sweat dripped down his forehead and into his eyes, and he could hear his fellow warriors as they struggled in their own worlds of pain. Mitor needed to escape the slowly evolving torturous energy being delivered through the metal braces, squeezing his delectable young body to the back of the frame.

“AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” That was the familiar sound of Jai, down on the end of the frame. Next, Ethon screamed, then Kar. Their bodies absorbed the diabolical torturous energy that was exploding inside them indiscriminately and without mercy. Their bodies struggled, and the frame creaked and clanged as The Five Warriors became drenched in sheens of sweat, twisting their bodies as best they could, thrashing against their latest torture.

“Ethon, GAHHHHHHHH!” Mitor screamed to Ethon as his right leg filled with searing pain. “Are you GAHHHHHH, OK?”

“My arms are stretched too AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, tight. I can’t budge them or my BAHHHHHHHHH legs!” Ethon’s voice was husky. His body was soaked in sweet, delicious sweat. His face contorted as the energy felt like it was squeezing his heart in a fist.

Searing pain shut down all conversation. All five Warriors screamed out in unison, atonal cries carrying through the humid air and the clinking of the metal frame in the hot late afternoon sun as the energy torturing the captives intensified. Each warrior trembled, crying out incoherent sounds; it was the welcome that Tzofira had ordered the Delectorium attendants to provide, lasting several minutes as the golden float made its approach through the Tabernacle courtyard to its designated parking place.

Attendants and priests went to work immediately organising the throngs of horny men that had followed the golden float into the Delectorium’s courtyard. They formed them into another semicircle so that the stage area resembled a circle if viewed from above. One half bounded by the torture frame housing the writhing warriors, and the other side being formed by the horny audience.

“Quiet them down!” Zephir ordered a couple of magnificent Delectorium Attendants, who sent the appropriate hand gestures to the attendant controlling the metal torture frame, filtering the torturous energy until it stopped. Five relieved warriors panting and sweating, defiantly rattling the huge metal frame housing their helpless bodies.

Zephir spoke in ancient Attican tongue as the Priests assembled the stairs for him and Tzofira to use to exit the regal float. The sound of the High Priest speaking the ancient tongue made the crowd hornier and more expectant; it was the inflections and tonal gymnastics that struck the sexual chord, like an evocative sonata, it stirred deep sexual; Attican urges.

Tzofira felt it too. Zephir’s words were reaching into depths of his depravity, stirring his carnal monster, stoking his penis.

This place is so sexual, his words … his words, so erotic, focus Tzofira! He had to use all his willpower to control himself. Tzofira had cravings so intense, he wanted to fuck anything he could get his hands on, his thoughts were all he had to keep from losing control over his body. Stay calm Tzof - you have much work to do.

A strikingly handsome Delectorium attendant helped Tzofira from the float. He seemed oblivious to the lusty spell that Zephir’s words were casting. He smelled sweet, one of Tzofira’s favourite scents. It helped him overcome the lusty language the High Priest was projecting out into the courtyard.

Delectorium Attendants wore their distinctive red thongs and golden laced sandals on most days; however, they also wore a scent derived from plants found only a little glade deep in the Attican jungle. The nectar from the plant’s pink flowers helped mask the effects of the Delectorium’s lustful vibe; it also rendered the attendants unaffected by the High Priest’s ancient Attican tongue. Without the scent, the Attendants would succumb to the innate sexual spirit inhabiting the tabernacle. They would die in crazed lust-filled orgies.

A visit to the Delectorium Tabernacle left visitors with lingering sexual appetites; it fanned fires of lust and stroked delicious fetish desires in almost every attendee. It was not difficult to be overcome by the lascivious spirit of the place, and it was one of the duties of Delectorium Attendees to ensure visitors’ time at the Tabernacle was limited. A visit greater than two days could lead to a depraved death, and for this reason, the Attendants wore the scent to protect their brains from succumbing and to ensure their guests' visits were limited to a safe duration. On the eve of the Festival of Cum, when the tabernacle’s sexual allure was at its greatest, the attendants were anointed in the protection of the parfum, on their necks, and inside their belly button cavities. All other visitors, except the High Priest, were allowed limited exposure.

“Thank you!” Tzofira whispered to the handsome attendant as he stepped down onto the shiny surface of the expansive courtyard.

“Thank you for coming, Scout!” The attendant whispered in return.

“Everything you have requested is arranged.”

“The Jaxons are in the Royal Box!” He whispered to Tzofira, who was surprised to hear the news that the King of Erotica was on planet.

“Zephir is not aware?” Tzofira asked.

“It has been arranged as a surprise for the High Priest!” The Attendant whispered with a knowing glance toward Tzofira’s inquisitive eyes.

“Excellent News!” Tzofira whispered as he drew close to the Handsome Attendant’s neck, breathing in the perfume scent; he needed as much help as he could muster in the coming hours, he could feel the sexual spirit of the Delectorium gripping his fertile mind, teasing his body.

Zephir completed the incantation, his words had stirred the lusty Delectorium spirit, he had launched the erotic avalanche, which would build throughout the evening culminating in rivers of Boi Rah cum. Exquisite torrents of pleasure, the food of Danteros.

Tzofira stepped from the float, the heat and lusty vibe of the venue was strong. He ran his fingers across the attendant’s buttocks, feeling the smooth skin covered in the sheen of sweat.

“You flatter me, Scout!” The handsome attendant said, glancing down toward Tzofira’s wet loincloth.

“Impressive!” He added.

Tzofira inhaled the Attendant’s scent once more moaning as the fragrance filled his nostrils.

“You will serve me this day, Attendant!” Tzofira announced watching the smile growing on the attendant’s pretty face.

“Of course!” He responded to Tzofira.

“Good, debark the Pleasure Primes, bring them to the centre platform. We will enjoy their horny and fertile bodies for the witnesses to enjoy!”

Tzofira then removed his fingers from the Attendant’s buttocks and made his way toward the centre platform and his waiting Five warriors.

The Attendant obeyed his new master, stepping up onto the float, his eyes and ears consumed by the beauty of the new Pleasure Primes in their States of Pleasure, their bound god-like bodies, writhing and their moans exquisitely filling his head with sexual fervour. He wanted to touch them, as Tzofira had fondled him only moments earlier. Their bodies stretched and presented so erotically.

Heroticas Jaxon will be glad he decided to visit us the attendant thought as he unlocked the device anchoring Jonson and Tye’s displayers to the floor of the float. He adjusted the controls, ensuring the devices hovered several inches from the floor, held like magnets from floating away. Jonson and Tye’s legs still spread wide, their arms pulled upward and outward from their bodies. The Displayers started to move, following the Attendant like obedient drones, the trio made their way off the float following the handsome attendant’s equally magnificent body toward the central platform.

He pulled courageously, fighting his bonds. Jonson’s thoughts were lusty. Fuck, look at that red thong clinging to his beautiful body, fuck I ’m so horny, must get free and wank. Gahhhhhhhhhhhh this bondage is making me so horny; he is fucking beautiful! Bahhhhhhhhhhhh.

Tye too, felt the warm air caressing his body as his drone Displayer followed the handsome attendant across the courtyard toward the centre of attention, his penis sliding inside his loincloth thong, it shimmered with delightful sensation, sliding as his thrust his delectable body in slow provocative ways. He could feel the pleasure energy bubbling inside him, maturing and developing him into a sexual, decadent masterpiece.

They crossed the stage and were greeted first by Tzofira. He was standing at his assigned place between two new shiny white bondage devices, having moved from surveying his Warrior toys situated behind the two white devices. He was standing centre stage, behind him, and between the two white devices were two equally shiny white poles. Tzofira held out two hands toward the approaching Pleasure Primes writhing inside their hovering Displayer devices, He took control of them from the handsome Attendant who made his way and stood between the two poles with his hands clasped together behind his back and his long delicious legs spread, read to serve Tzofira or the High Priest.

Tzofira motioned with his right hand, pointed at Jonson’s floating Displayer, for it to move to his right. Tye’s Displayer hovered in place to the left of the elaborate stage set-up. The crowd had thronged to the front of the stage, held back by battalions of Temple Priests and a golden rope strung between them around the perimeter of the stage. The audience looking up and over toward the elaborate stage set up. Seven magnificent young and virile men bound before them for their erotic entertainment, sexual toys, fantasy boys waiting to be enjoyed. They all thought that Jonson and Tye would be dragged to the shiny white devices. They hoped they would, they hoped that the High Priest and his Scout would permit them access to worship such erotic decadence before their journey to the milking parlour.

Zephir glided up to the stage, flanked by two Attendants. He walked the perimeter around the curved front of the stage; the crowd needed to see him on this most holy day. He muttered words and sang ancient hymns, his words reaching out into the throng and stirring a communal lust, a collective desire as Zephir paraded alongside his two beautiful attendants. He stopped in the middle of the stage, looked around to his left and then to his right.

“You will witness the decadence of pleasssssssssssure today, taste the juices of magnificence, Danteros will share his bounty with you!”

The crowd was in awe, in expectation, and in a collective hush pregnant with lust, which kept them in a trance-like state. It was the sound of the High Priest’s words, his hymns, his very presence, which took them into the trance.

Zephir then spoke directly into their minds, stroking their sexual psyche.

“You must have cum!”

“You MUST have your taste of cum.”

“Crave it - my hungry souls.”

“Bulge, Penis, Bulge”

Zephir then clapped his hands, bringing the throng out of their Mesmer.

Hundreds looked around themselves, some were playing with themselves, others were lost in lusty thoughts, their eyes open and crazed. And then when they looked up onto the stage, their eyes were drawn to the High Priest. Zephir spoke to the lascivious crowd.

“Thank you for coming, tonight you will taste cum, you will witness the pleasure and beauty of bound gods!” His voice was clear and pregnant with power.

“The Pleasure Primes of Attica will be milked before Danteros, Their semen perfected and crafted like fine wine, plentiful cum will flow in the Holy of Holies, and the sound of their orgasmic cries will be broadcast throughout this expansive Delectorium, this expansive temple precinct and out into our solar system to our allies, and customers. The will know that Attica is powerful and great!”

The crowd launched into a collective heave. Some started to demand the launch of the Festival of Cum. But Zephir soon tamed the raging beast, tempting their sexual minds, offering them their own decadent offering.

He turned and looked across to the Jonson and Tye on either side of the two shiny white devices, before turning his gaze back to the crowd.

“You will have your pleasure toys, you will dine on pre-cum, suck their cries from their mouths as they scream, taste these beautiful, specimens. You will have delectable bulge tonight!”

They thought he meant the two Boi Rahs, and the crowd started to chant with hungry fervour.

But Zephir smiled at the crowd, then toward Tzofira. He gave his order.

“Scout bring me the two warriors you milked in the Sacred Solar Sanctuary, the ones whose cum capped off the Pleasure Prime Penetration session today!”

Tzofira reacted immediately, motioning several Delectorium attendants to release the two long bars forced against his warrior toys, clamping them all tightly against the back of the huge semi-circular frame. They weren’t free, but the threat of more torturous energy had been rescinded for the time being. Jai, Kai, Kar, Mitor and Ethon could breathe easier knowing the bars had been released.

But they came for Kai and Jai, releasing the two warriors, still buzzing with energy from their brief torture, yet still horny from their experiences riding the Surge Pulsors in the Solar Sanctuary. The handsome attendants were as strong as they were attractive; they untied and dragged the two beautiful young warriors toward the white bondage devices in the centre of the stage. Grabbing them each by the hair, the attendants forced Kai and Jai to look out toward the hungry crowd.

Zephir spoke, while Jai and Kai struggled behind him at the hands of their Handlers. Jai near Jonson, still writhing in delicious pleasure. Kai on the other side near Tye’s magnificent pleasure wracked form.

“You will dine on these magnificent creatures, they will be bound before you and helpless, they will be at your mercy, at our mercy! You will taste of their cum, use their bodies as objects of your desire. They will be as fertile as the Pleasure Primes. Tied to the Synchronic Milkers, their beautiful bodies will undergo a sexual-synchronaptic connection to their assigned Pleasure Prime. Their bodies will be slaves to the sensations experienced by the Pleasure Primes tied before Danteros. The same magnificent pleasure sensations but of lesser intensity, we don’t want to kill them...” He laughed aloud before continuing.

“Whatever their symbiotic host produces, the Synchronic Milker will ensure that the vessel tied to it will reproduce. Precum and semen production, their harvest will be identical. Their cries for mercy, cries of erotic torture, will mingle with the amplified sounds of the Pleasure Primes being milked before Danteros. You will dine as Danteros Dines tonight!”

The crowd erupted in an orgy of delight and expectation watching Jai and Kai struggling in the grip of the Delectorium Attendants.

“But first, we must engage the sexual-synchronaptic connection between the Pleasure Prime and the Warrior pleasure slave. Your erotic toy for the milking festivities!” Zephir announced.

“Bring the Cum chalices!”

This was the job of the handsome Attendant that Tzofira had deputised. He collected the Semen Snifters from the golden float, carried down to the Delectorium with the precious Pleasure Primes. Bowing his head, he held the Chalices, now half full of Jai and Kai’s semen to Tzofira, who took them across the stage to the High Priest.

Zephir then thrust them up, and outward toward the audience throng.

“Semen milked only hours ago in the Sacred Solar Sanctuary, the food of the Pleasure Prime, the essence of these two Warriors, and the catalyst ingredient in the sexual-sychronaptic connection between the Pleasure Prime host and his erotic pleasure slave! Behold!” He announced before placing the Cum Chalices back into Tzofira’s care.

Tzofira stood to the side holding the Cum Chalices reverently.

Zephir then smiled and turned toward Jonson’s magnificently displayed writhing form, stretched deliciously inside the Pleasure Prime Displayer device. Jonson was seething and writhing, drool spat from his beautiful face as he reacted to endless waves of delicious sensation coursing inside him and over his skin. His skimpy, drenched loincloth gently flapping as Jonson thrust and turned his hips provocatively.

The Displayer devices rotated slightly so that Jonson and Tye were facing the crowd, once again centre of attention, the crowd let out a collective moan of appreciation as they gazed upon the pure magnificence, the sexual aura of the Sacred Attican Sexual Pleasure Primes. It was an overwhelmingly remarkable sight. But the High Priest needed to intensify the sexual lust brewing out in the courtyard of the Delectorium.

He called for the Artisan, the designer and creator of the Pleasure Primes’ erotic loincloths, who was ushered toward Zephir, standing near Jonson’s magnificent helpless form and at the same time, the Attendants holding Jai, forced him over to the other side of Jonson’s floating Pleasure Prime Displayer device. They presented the struggling young warrior to the crowd, stretching his legs wide, as he struggled defiantly in their competent grip on his delicious body.

Tye was flanked by Kai in the same way, four magnificent erotic sexual toys were displayed to the throng of pure horniness, the crowd was spellbound by the spectacle unfolding in front of them.

Zephir then introduced the Artisan and his role in creating the erotic wear of the Pleasure Primes and the Five Warriors, now in service to Tzofira and the Temple.

The Artisan was allowed time to approach Jonson and to touch the Pleasure Prime in his Holy State of Pleasure; the garment the Pleasure Prime was wearing was a key factor in the process, and it was the Artisan’s honour to behold the results of his efforts. He scooped some of Jonson’s spittle, mixing it with the Boi Rah’s sweat, tasting his fingers. The Artisan wanted to wank right there and then, but he had been given the honour, and he respected his role.

Once satisfied with tasting Jonson’s sweat and drool, his hands then worshipped Jonson’s body, causing the Pleasure Prime to writhe and thrust his hips in a decadent display of erotica. The Artisan was diligent and unfazed by the Boi Rah’s intense reactions to his touch. He could feel the pleasure energy buzzing into his hands as Jonson writhed delightfully, gazing intently at the Artisan worshipping him so intently.

“GAH, p - p - please, must cer - c - cum!” Jonson whispered loudly down toward his attentive devotee.

His hands then contacted the top of Jonson’s loincloth, the Artisan was so proud of his work and so excited. So full of lust, the drenched thin leather, the heat being generated from the Pleasure Prime’s ultra-pleasurised body was sumptuous. He glided his right hand down the front of the loincloth, positioning himself so his left hand could traverse the back flap of the loincloth and caress Jonson’s delicious butt. Enjoying the curves and erotic furnace that is the Pleasure Prime bulge. He almost came as he felt fresh warm precum oozing through his fingers, through the loincloth front flap. The Pleasure Prime vibrated in ecstasy as he gripped the mighty mound. The Artisan then looked toward Zephir, who nodded and smiled knowingly.

“You know what to do Artisan!” The High priest said slowly with an excited inflection in his voice.

Zephir then turned and spoke loudly into the horny throng heaving in a collective lust.

“Remove the loincloth outer flaps, reveal the Pleasure Prime’s magnificence, it is time!”

The Artisan felt pre-cum inside his own thong; he could only imagine the divine sensations coursing through the body of the helpless Pleasure Prime at his mercy. His nimble fingers worked the thin sexy straps loosening them on each side of Jonson’s heaving hips. The drenched leather felt heavy, it was full of Jonson’s essence, his sweat, his erotic juices, his body’s bounty. He glided the garment flaps over the Boi Rah’s buttocks, over the thong bulge lurking erotically, causing Jonson the throw his head in delicious abandon so that sweat flung from his drenched blond hair, hitting the Artisan and reaching out toward the High Priest.

The Artisan gave Boi Rah Daim’s loincloth flaps to Zephir who motioned for the Artisan to toy with Tye and then remove Tye’s loincloth flaps as well. While the Artisan was busy with Tye, Zephir then approached the crowd holding out Jonson’s delicious loincloth flaps.

“Behold the Pleasure Prime’s loincloth, wet with the harvest of his body, this garment gives him pleasure, it is holy!”

They clamoured to touch it, to sample the Boi Rah’s juice. Their worship intensifying, their lust seething and hot. But they were not given that chance, Zephir had other plans for the garment, he let them gaze upon it, he let their lust grow and intensify.

It took several minutes for the Artisan to return with Tye’s equally decadent loincloth flaps, Zephir held both garments out from his body and addressed the crowd.

“These are sacred Pleasure Prime loincloth outer flaps; they caress the Boi Rah’s buttocks and bulge. They are sacred and represent their erotic purpose and presence. They are to be worshipped and honoured.”

He motioned for the Artisan to take the garments from him.

“These will be hoisted on the poles next to each of the two warriors selected to feed you!”

Zephir needed to progress the courtyard festivities, he had dignitaries, allies and high-ranking priests waiting to enjoy the planned orgy of entertainment waiting inside the Delectorium Play Room, but little did he know that, royalty; one of Attica’s closest allies and supplier of the temple’s eroticware, Heroticas Jaxon was on planet. Zephir motioned for Tzofira to join him at the centre stage. They also brought Kai and Jai towards the front, standing behind the High Priest and Scout, flanking them so that the crowd could see both the officials, the loincloth poles, the shiny white Synchronic Milkers, the two Warriors and most importantly the pair of Pleasure Primes, writhing in their states of pleasure, dressed only in their erotic thongs, inside their floating Pleasure Prime Displayer devices. It was a decadent sight, pregnant with expectation and lust. Zephir knew that if he didn’t proceed soon, the crowd would become hyper-lustful and difficult to control.

“Bring the Boi Rah’s” Zephir ordered.

Two Delectorium Attendants glided the floating Pleasure Prime Displayers with their decadent cargo toward the front of the stage. There was still enough hot afternoon light left, but the Attican suns were due to set in the northern part of the sky soon, they shone intensely, and several feet apart as viewed from the planet’s surface, bathing the planet in rich afternoon Photopleasuric light. It was a stunning dusk, but a fitting dawn of the first Boi Rah Daim and Boi Rah Yojin Festival of Cum.

The crowd gazed intently at the majesty of almost naked Pleasure Primes seething in uncontrollable sensation, writhing erotically. Bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, every rippling muscle popping with pleasure, their faces displaying their horniness as they moaned and clamoured for breath. Their collars were blinking with a single green light; the only adornment other than their commanding loincloth under thongs, bulging and glistening in juice. The garment so inviting, so alluring, its thin leather strap hugging them around the Pleasure Prime’s hip to a junction at the top of the Pleasure Prime’s curvaceous butt crack before delving into their butts caressing them tightly, fuelling their sexual arousal like mini erotic turbochargers. The garment specifically made by the Artisan to adorn and enhance the Pleasure Prime’s spectacular body sat in pride of place on Jonson and Tye’s bound forms. Their displayer devices turned slowly so the crowd could see the Pleasure Prime from different angles, so their bulges could be displayed for their inherent sexual beauty.

“These Pleasure Primes will be milked and harvested, Their immense pleasure stores will be funneled through their penises, through these magnificent bulges, orgasms so intense, so rich, so dangerous. Their semen will be sought after across the galaxy, prepared, and refined. Earthmen chosen by the Scout and transported to Attica to be our most sacred and virile demigods; their pleasure will feed Danteros!”

Zephir stood back a step so that the floating Pleasure Primes, displayed spreadeagled, oozing their sacred Juices took centre stage. Tzofira also stood back so that the crowd of horny men ravaged and hungry could gaze upon Jonson and Tye’s sexual aura, the atmosphere exploding with lust, they watched the Pleasure Primes writhe, they listened to their deep erotic moans, the music of decadent pleasure filled the outside courtyard for several minutes.

Then Tzofira, on the order of Zephir, interrupted the erotic show.

“Bring me Jai and Kai” He ordered loudly and with a mischievous smile erupting on his face.

Kai was brought across the stage toward Tye and Jai over toward Jonson. They struggled under the strong hands of their attentive Delectorium Attendants. Tzofira walked over toward Tye and where Kai had been forced to nearby Tye’s floating Pleasure Prime Displayer. It was a beautiful sight to behold, Tzofira had cum several times that afternoon and he was rock hard inside his little ceremonial loincloth. He was horny, very horny and he touched himself, lifting his loincloth flap for the crowds to see, his wet bulge straining under-thong. He enjoyed the communal groan and lustful sigh emanating from the crowd. He let the loincloth flap fall back down to dutifully cling to his raging man bulge, licking his juices from his fingers as he spoke.

“Tonight’s harvest will be shared!” He said, that mischievous smile beaming out into the crowd.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, Pleasure, decadent delight, sweet pre-cum fountains for you…” Tzofira said, pointing out toward the lusty throng of men. “…Beautiful bound bodies writhing for your entertainment, writing for your sexual fantasy, you shall touch them, you shall drink of the bulge fountains, even as we dine, as DANTEROS dines in the most holy place!”

Tzofira then grabbed Kai by locks of the delicious, virile Warrior’s hair, forcing him out in front of the crowd, and centre stage.

“Remove his loincloth flaps, display this Warrior’s thong bulge. This is MY sexual property, my Toy given to me by Danteros, and I am allowing you to enjoy his magnificent body tonight. Kai of Karthos, once fierce and powerful, he is now a captured sexual object, your toy to enjoy this night!”

He did the same with Jai of Batingah, over where Jonson’s bound writhing form was displayed. When both Warriors had been relieved of their loincloth outer flaps, their loincloths were taken and hung below Jonson and Tye’s loincloth flaps near the two shiny white Synchronic Milking machines waiting patiently centre stage.

Naked except for their beautiful and impressive wet thong pouches, Jai and Kai, were forced to the front centre stage, the Delectorium Attendants, were forceful and powerful, they had amazing strength, it was something they worked on in the Delectorium’s physical activity gymnasium rooms and by absorbing mighty pheromones on a daily basis serving the Delectorium. These handsome, impressive attendants used their Danterosian strength and prowess daily in their sexual service; so, Jai and Kai, powerful and magnificent, young fighting machines, were no match for the Delectorium Attendants handling them on the stage.

Jai struggled inside his handler's strong grip, his legs had been forced outward, so he looked like he was ready to pounce into battle, the erotic defiance on his face as he struggled made the lust-filled crowd seethe deeper and deeper into an erotic trance-like state. Jai could hear several of the throng cumming as they gazed upon his struggling body.

“Get your hands off me!” He seethed, so horny yet so defiant. Jai wanted to break free from their grip, he needed his men with him, his weapons, he needed to take these lust-crazed Atticans down and destroy this evil place. They had stripped him of most of his clothes and most of his dignity. Tzofira, on the other hand, was having nothing of it. Tzofira struck Jai’s handsome jaw with a mighty uppercut. It caused Jai to lose balance, but his handlers quickly got him back into position. He faced the horny crowd, his face still abuzz and stinging. He felt Tzofira’s hand under his chin, squeezing his stinging face as Tzofira presented Jai to the crowd.

“Defiant, horny, magnificent, and handsome, this is Jai, formerly a captain in the Batingah guard, he was captured in the jungles on one of the Batingah offensive pushes, they would kill all of you if they could, they would destroy everything we have. But this beautiful young man was no match for our jungles, his capture was glorious, and now the ferocious Warrior is ours to enjoy!”

Jai was seething in anger, glaring at Tzofira as the Scout addressed the lust-filled throng, he was becoming feisty, and rage was starting to replace his horniness. Tzofira was enjoying himself with Jai’s humiliation, and Jai knew it.

They pulled Jai and Kai’s hands backward, holding them fiercely, as if preparing to tie them with rope, but the Attendants merely wanted to show their power over their handsome and dangerous captives. Tzofira walked across to Kai, who was seething with sexual allure, his face defiant and proud, his magnificent toned body, bulging and flexing as he struggled inside the Attendants’ grip. When Tzofira arrived to gloat over him, Kai looked away in defiance.

Tzofira grabbed Kai’s face and forced the beautiful young warrior to face the crowd, gripping so hard that Kai couldn’t speak. Tzofira could feel the rage exploding in Kai’s body. Enjoying his power over the beautiful fighting machine at his mercy.

“This is Kai, I milked him in the Solar Sanctuary along with Jai!” Tzofira glanced across stage to Jai, still fighting his Attendants’ grip on him.

“Kai of Karthos, we caught this erotic specimen in one of our pits, covered in fat Varsian Leeches, he had fallen in with three of his men, only Kai had survived, his men were white; sucked dry of their blood and Kai was next on their plate! We ‘rescued’ him and restored him in the Waters of Delight before taking him to the Factory for his preparation. Now look at him! Simply perfect, horny, and defiant, let me say his penis is fruitful, his bulging pouch, delectable!” Tzofira let go of Kai’s face, caressing Kai’s magnificent musculature, worshiping the warrior’s delectable body. He let his fingers caress Kai’s wet bulging thong pouch.

“Sumptuous! He is perfect, his bulge will be harvested tonight, he will feed you his virile juices!”

“GAHHHHH!” Kai screamed as Tzofira fondled him in front of the audience. Enjoying the way Kai struggled so vigorously.

Tzofira then demanded the Cum Chalices, the semen filled the chalices, some of it already fed to the Pleasure Primes on their journey from the Solar Sanctuary to the Delectorium. The semen was still warm, given the moist afternoon heat, it was near impossible for the semen to cool. He was handed the Cum Chalice, the Semen Snifter containing Kai’s Semen. He held it out for the crowd to see, dipping two finders into the sumptuous semen.

“Kai’s Cum!” Tzofira announced. “Milked from this delectable warrior only hours ago!” and as he spoke one of the Attendants holding Kai, forced his knee into the small of Kai’s back while others gripped Kai’s arms and shoulders, thy forced the virile warrior’s hips forward, presenting Tzofira and the raging, lusty crowd, Kai’s magnificent thong bulge, so wet with sweat, and pre-cum.

Tzofira looked at it, his eyes worshipping the delectable sexual object, its curves, the glistening juices; Kai’s mound was perfect and Tzofira felt pre-cum slip from the lips of his penis as he gazed longingly and fervidly on Kai’s man mound.

“This will feed you gentlemen!” Tzofira announced without taking his eyes from the thong pouch. He used the two fingers that he had dipped into Kai’s cum harvest and coated the bulge, combining Kai’s harvested semen with the delectable juices already coating the bulge. When he was finished worshiping Kai’s bulge, Tzofira thrust his fingers into Warrior’s mouth, forcing Kai to consume his own very sexual essence.

While Tzofira was almost choking Kai, the High Priest bent down in front of Kai’s bulge, still being presented by the Attendants, he licked the bulge from its base around each testicle, showing through the erotic, thin leather encasing Kai’s genitalia.

Kai screamed out as a huge pleasure spike filled his bulge, his testicles buzzing, his urethra engrossed in delicious and intense pleasure; he spurted precum onto Zephir’s hungry face as the High Priest worshipped the Warrior’s bulge fervently.

Zephir, when having had his fill, stood facing the delicious horny and helpless Warrior. He had a mouthful of Kai’s juices, and his face glistened in the Warrior’s sexual essence.

He walked across, leaving the horny Warrior to struggle at the hands of his attendants and Tzofira, moving across the stage to Tye’s heaving, pleasure-wracked, spreadeagled form. As he approached the floating device with its precious cargo twisting and moaning, Zephir took a few seconds to take in the magnificent beauty of the sexual object struggling in its confines. Tye’s body was so curvaceous, in perfect form, glistening in sweet and salty sweat. It was now time for the dual dusk, and both of Attica’s Sols were now several feet apart in the Attican northern skies following their earlier transit that day. They were setting and producing a wrap-around stereophonic sunset. The Delectorium courtyard lights were starting to glow, and the Pleasure Prime Displayer devices were lighting up, bathing Jonson and Tye in a wrapping of delicious warm light. Zephir admired Tye’s body inside the Displayer’s lighting system, watching how each gym-toned muscle flexed and contracted as the Pleasure Prime fought his bonds. Zephir circled the device, admiring its precious cargo before turning to the crowd.

“He is sanctified in the purity of pleasure!” Zephir said, looking at the crowd, his finger tracing the thin leather strap of Tye’s erotic thong along Tye’s right hip.

He glanced at the mighty Pleasure Prime thong bulge. “Perfection, Pleasure perfection. This bulge will feed Danteros’ lust tonight; it will be harvested. Sumptuous and priceless juices will be extracted from this erotic object of our desire!”

He turned to the crowd again, his finger still tracing the thong’s leather strap, the High Priest’s touch anticipating every movement of Tye’s pleasure-wracked body, every gyrating and hip flexion.

“Worship the bulge!” He said forcefully as a master would berate his slave.

 

He paused momentarily to hear Tye’s delightful moaning.

“We MUST worship the bulge!”

Tye looked downward, lost inside an erotic fantasy running through his mind, but he could see Zephir playing with his thong strap. Drool ran from the corner of his mouth.

“Touch me, please; give me pleasure!” He demanded before throwing his head upward and backward as a shimmer of delicious sensation buzzed his slimy, wet thong bulge.

Zephir smiled, watching Tye’s body strain and flex as he enjoyed the sensation.

“His pleasure is kneading him, developing, and progressing; it must be harvested at the perfect point in its development; Danteros is a fussy eater; The Boi Rah’s pleasure must be perfectly prepared, his body fertile, lithe, and succulent, dripping in juices. His pleasure must be consumed and extracted.”

Some of Tye’s spittle landed on Zephir’s shoulder as the High Priest glanced back at the horny throng of men clamouring to get a view of the erotic spectacle up on the stage.

Zephir ignored the spittle on his shoulder; he expected to be bathed in Pleasure Prime juice, whether spittle, pre-cum, sweat or their holy semen offerings; he would engross himself in an orgy of sexual decadence this night as the Festival of Cum explodes into fruition.

“But you must have your fill!” Zephir said to the enraged crowd.

He turned toward Tzofira and the Delectorium Attendants holding Kai and Jai.

“Tie them to the Synchronic Milkers!” He instructed Tzofira.

“And take the other three Warriors, Mitor, Ethon and Kar to the Delectorium Play Room, tie them to the poles in preparation for the Pleasure Primes’ arrival.”

Delectorium Attendants swarmed the stage to release and transport the three warriors away to the imposing Delectorium Tabernacle building; they would be transferred into the building via one of the secret service points, and their arrival would keep the expectant luminary entertained and titillated.

Zephir then motioned for an Attendant to move the two floating Pleasure Prime Displayers toward the shiny white Synchronic Milkers behind them.

“But first, we must establish the Sexual-Synchronaptic connection; we must ensure you are all fed your fill of lust and luscious warrior juice on this most auspicious occasion! Food is always more appetising and delicious when it is presented and plated for the consumer!”

Over at the Synchronic Milkers and while Zephir was addressing the horny throng, Tzofira and his group of attractive Attendants had dragged Kai and Jai across to the diabolical machines. The Milkers sparkled in the Delectorium Courtyard’s stage lighting. The two machines were fifteen yards apart; between them, on shiny white poles, were the loincloth flaps of the Pleasure Primes, displayed above the loincloth flaps of the two Warriors who would be milked in a synchronous spectacle throughout the auspicious night of debauchery. Jonson’s sacred loincloth flaps were displayed above the sexy Jai’s loincloth flaps, and Tye’s were displayed above Kai’s. The erotic garments hung like dormant flags overseeing the elaborate milking stage. Sigils of bondage and virility.

Jai looked at the Synchronic Milker device, fighting the strong and competent hands of the Attendants holding him. He fought them, but it was Tzofira, grabbing him by his sandy blond, curly hair and forcing him to look at the milking machine, which made him seethe even further. He was so horny and so enraged at the same time. He spat toward the machine, causing Tzofira to tighten his grip on Jai’s hair. Jai’s enraged scream resounded out into the watching crowd.

It is so shiny and clean; they are going to tie me to it - “BAH!” Jai screamed fighting them, knowing they would soon have him stretched helplessly on the diabolical machine, they would humiliate him in front of these horny men. He was a mighty warrior, a fighter, but now he was in his enemy’s captivity, he had become a sexual plaything, a toy for them to fuel their voracious sexual cravings.

The machine waited patiently, the Synchronic Milker was a joint venture between The Temple and one of the powerful houses of Erotica, a planet in the same solar system as Attica, powerful dealers in Erotica and the semen trade, more powerful than the spice traders in their neighbouring solar systems, in their hedonistic galaxy.

“Tie them!” The crowd started to chant.

“Stretch them!”

“Show us their bulges.”

“We must worship their bulges.”

“Tie them!”

“Tie Them!”

The crowd had become demanding, an almost insatiable lust enveloped the courtyard, causing Zephir to smile.

“Danteros’s spirit is here, he is fueling their lust!” He said to Tzofira. Zephir then gave the order loudly out into the crowd.

“Tie Jai of Batingah, Tie Kai of Karthos! Tie them to the Synchronic Milkers - They will be harvested tonight; they will feed these loyal followers of Danteros their bulges, their bodies; they will spurt pre-cum, and it will bubble from their erotic bulges as we feed on their juices. And when the milking hour arrives, they will enter majestic, torturous, and long orgasms for us to harvest and feed upon. Silky smooth semen, the bounty of their bodies!”

Zephir then turned to Tzofira and nodded. It was time.

Kai fought them valiantly, screaming “No, Never, No” over and over as they dragged his beautiful body to the shiny white Synchronic Milker.

Made from a special duricrust bauxite compound plentiful in the mines of Erotica, the shiny white metal held comparable properties to the Zorah stones, also imported from Erotica, used to pleasure their victims. The metal was cold to the touch; the machine utilised a central buttress attached to a thick central stem that lifted from the floor of the stage, and gold lights flickered around the stem. Four extensions extended from the central pillar; these extendable arms utilised pleasure-inducing restraints that would ensure the rider experienced uninterrupted delicious pleasure from the tips of their fingers to the balls of their feet. To ensure the victim is presented completely helpless, a collar system would be used to firmly fasten the victim’s head in constantly changing tightness vectors designed to restrain the victim firmly and cruelly; the collar, however, served as the Sexual-Synchronaptic connection between the Pleasure Prime and his symbiont sexual slave, it was an integral part of the Synchronic Milker Machine.

Zephir supervised Kai’s installation, watching as the beautiful young warrior twisted and turned, fighting the uncannily strong handsome Attendants manhandling his agile body as Kai tried desperately to break free of their dominance. Watching the thong clinging dutifully to the Warrior’s delectable body, glimpses of buttocks, then bulge. Kai struggled well and Zephir was assured this virile young buck would entertain his patrons as the night progressed.

“No, get off me! Gahhhh!” Kai heard Jai, who also struggled valiantly across the stage, heading for the other Synchronic Milker. But Kai’s attention returned to his own assailants when strong hands encircled his neck. One of the handsome attendants was lifting him from the stage, and the others were grabbing his legs, spreading him in the air as he was held up for the crowd to view as he twisted desperately.

Zephir, standing between the two Synchronic Milkers, turned to his left, then to his right, and then toward the hungry crowd. He held out his arms, one pointing toward Jai and the other toward Kai, who helplessly struggled, lifted for the audience to witness.

“Your erotic toys!” He said loudly, his voice strong and forceful as if being broadcast.

“They will soon be the pleasure symbionts to the Pleasure Primes. They are yours to enjoy; We give them, Danteros gives them to you, your lusts and your every sexual craving. Once the Sexual-Synchronaptic bond is established, their bodies, their bulges will be the slave of their Pleasure Prime master!”

He paused.

“Whatever the Pleasure Prime host experiences will be reproduced in the body of the symbiont. Their milkers will filter the sensual signals from the Pleasure Primes, so that we do not kill these Warrior symbionts, but every drop of pre-cum, semen or sweat will be duplicated in their bodies. As their Pleasure Prime masters entertain our distinguished guests in the Playroom and ultimately, when Danteros dines on their stored, delectable pleasure stores, you too shall be fed by these magnificent virile warriors.”

The crowd erupted in fits of ecstatic mayhem.

“Tie their sumptuous bodies to the Synchronic Milkers so we can initialise Sexual-Synchronaptic Bond with their Pleasure Prime host. So we can gaze upon their sexual beauty!”

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Kai and Tye screamed in unison. They were lifted to their milkers, crying out for mercy, twisting and turning their lithe bodies, desperately seeking freedom. Legs and arms were stretched to the waiting glowing ankle and wrist restraints, their bare buttocks were caressed by the machine, energy buzzed into each hemisphere of their buttocks, it quickly used their erotic thong straps as conductive circuits, and the energy started to buzz from the tight strap up into the anuses, and it was using their thong pouches as pleasure delivery-conduits.

Kai shivered as his body accustomed itself to the inescapable pleasure sensations invading up into his body, buzzing his testicles, and delighting his penis. He was straining and pulling each restraint, desperately seeking relief and freedom. He could see Jai struggling across on the other Synchronic Milker, Jai was looking up desperately at each of his wrist restraints, then down toward his thong bulge, he was being pleasured by the machine like he was.

“Your Warrior fountains of pleasure, your juice providers have been installed!” Zephir said walking across to Jai while speaking to the horny throng.

“Deliciously appetising!”

“Bring the Pleasure Prime!” Zephir referred to Jonson, the Boi Rah Daim, the light-haired human seed.

The Delectorium Attendants assigned to Jai moved across to Jonson, while those assigned to Tye completed the same task. The glided the floating Pleasure Prime Displayer devices carrying Jonson and Tye over to each of the helpless warriors spreadeagled on the Synchronic Milkers.

Jonson was moaning delightfully, the warm moist air on his sensitive skin felt luxurious as the machine glided across toward Jai. His mind awash with sexual thoughts, erotic fantasy flooded his thoughts, it was connected to inescapable pleasure swilling inside and around his body. He was lost in pleasure, and the sight of Jai struggling, his exceptionally beautiful body, honed and muscular, stretched helplessly on the machine supercharged his horniness. Jonson’s eyes widened, and his skin tingled all over as the floating bondage device came to a halt next to the helpless Warrior.

He couldn’t speak, Jonson’s mind was awash in erotic thoughts and the sight of Jai’s bulging, thong made him extra horny. Spit flung from his mouth, he was completely focused on wanting Jai, tasting the sweat in Jai’s armpits. He could only imagine the taste of that erotic bulging pouch. He imagined Jai’s penis and as he did his body shimmered in a wave of pleasure. Pre-cum fresh and thick emerged from his penis, filling the inside of his thong pouch with more luxuriously warm lubricant.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Jonson moaned in abandon; his eyes fixed on the erotic Warrior's sumptuously writhing body.

His moan intensified as he felt the High Priest’s hands on his bare buttocks. Jonson then rolled his eyes as the High Priest’s tongue licked between his peachy butt cheeks. It tantalised him, enraging the sexual spirit possessing him, the pleasure gurgling inside him as his penis glided inside his thong pouch. His eyes firmly planted on Jai’s tall, muscular body, writhing helplessly only feet away.

“Bring the Warrior’s semen!” Zephir commanded licking his lips, tasting Jonson’s pure erotic essence.

“The Pleasure Prime will undergo the sexual-synchronaptic connection with this erotic toy, Jai of Batingah!”

One of the handsome Delectorium attendants arrived with the Cum Chalice containing the remaining semen harvested from Jai earlier that day in the Solar Sanctuary. He handed the vessel to the High Priest reverently, his head bowed.

Zephir then moved into position between the Synchronic Milker machine tantalising Jai’s helpless body and the floating Pleasure Prime Presenter with Jonson stretched equally helpless body brimming with holy pleasure. Two magnificent erotic specimens ready to be bound together by a diabolical sexual conduit of pleasure. He looked at the two perfect musculatures, their handsome faces straining and drooling.

He dipped his right-hand index finger through the golden lip of the vessel and scooped a wad of Jai’s harvest. He held it up in the hot and humid air.

“Your cum warrior, will activate the sexual conduit between the Milker device you are tied to and the Pleasure Prime! Your bodies will be joined in a sexual bond even more powerful than the restraints holding your physical bodies.

Jai pulled desperately on his bonds, his struggles only fueling the High Priest and enraging the festering erotic thoughts in Jonson’s head. Jai’s thong bulge buzzing pleasure into the warrior’s semi erect penis sliding inside its erotic pouch home. It was prepping him. His collar tightened too; energy buzzed into his neck down over his body. He was almost horizontal laying and stretched on the Milking Machine, Jai was helpless, he had been plated up, his body, his sexuality, his beauty ready to be admired and consumed.

“Nag, ner, gah!” Nothing intelligent came from Jai’s mouth as he gasped for breath, his head firmly held against the back of the Synchronic Milker, his amazing body stretched helplessly.

Zephir then turned to Jonson, placing his cum coated finger on the glowing green button on the side of Jonson’s collar. He then re-dipped his finger into the Cum Chalice vessel and pressed the glowing light blue button on Jai’s collar before relocating himself between Jai’s heaving, stretched legs; he stood at Jai’s thrusting thong bulge admiring its beauty and presence, Jai was as much a sexual god as Jonson, they were perfectly matched for the Sexual-Synchronaptic bonds. He poured some of the remaining cum from the Chalice onto the wet bulge. Massaging the mound carefully, ensuring Jai’s pure sexual essence coated his left hand. He kept his right hand for Jonson’s bulge.

Zephir then directed the Attendant to hold the chalice and pour the remains of Jai’s semen into Zephir’s right hand. Zephir then coated Jonson’s magnificent thong bulge with the remaining semen coating that hand. It caused Jonson to cry out in total abandon, thrusting his bulge into Zephir’s hungry hand as the High Priest went about his duties.

It was a mighty spectacle to watch as the High Priest at work, the crowd watched in awe and expectation desperate to taste Jai’s body to taste the cum, to devour his body in their lust.

With the semen applied to their collars and Jai and Jonson’s magnificently erotic bulging thong pouches, Zephir then activated the sexual-synchronaptic bond between the two helpless young men. Their collars glowed in slow pulses, indicating that the connection had been established, but the pleasure flow had not been initiated.

It was time for Zephir to create the same sexual-synchronaptic bond between Tye and Kai. He departed Jonson’s delicious bulge, still feeling the warmth and exquisite juices of the sumptuous pair on the palms of his hands. So before commencing work on Tye and Kai, Zephir motioned for one of the Delectorium Attendants to approach him. The tall handsome attendant did not need to be told his duty; he knelt on one knee before the High Priest, who held forth his hands.

“These hands have fondled the Pleasure Prime, Boi Rah Daim - light haired human seed!” Zephir announced Jonson’s sacred Attican name in full. “They have also fondled the bulging thong pouch of the Warrior sexual toy; Jai of Batingah - former enemy of Attica. “Their joint juice record coats my holy hands!”

The Delectorium Attendant grasped both of Zephir’s hands and sucked every ounce of pre-cum, cum and sweat from the High Priest’s hands, his tongue meticulously reaching between Zephir’s fingers, licking and sucking each finger one by one, before wiping the High Priest’s fingers and palms with a moistened cloth. His final duty, once Zephir’s hands and fingers were spotless, was to present the remaining cum milked from Kai of Karthos in Kai’s Cum Chalice.

He held the Cum Chalice above his bowed head up toward the waiting High Priest.

“The semen harvested from the sexual toy, Warrior - Kai of Karthos, your holiness.” The Delectorium Attendant announced; the flavour of Jonson and Jai’s juices still fragrant inside his mouth as he announced Kai’s Cum Chalice.

Zephir took the Cum Chalice from the Attendant and turned to the enamoured crowd watching his every move. He then announced the Sexual-Synchronaptic bond between Tye and Kai. He went about his business in the same fashion as he had performed with Jonson and Jai, creating the connections between their collars and their bulges, carefully using the remaining salty semen harvested from Kai’s bulge in the Solar Sanctuary earlier that day. Worshipping their bodies, carefully fondling their bulges in the same careful manner as he had performed on Jonson and Jai.

The task completed and his hands cleaned by the same Delectorium Attendant, Zephir then moved to the centre stage. Behind him, two magnificent warriors were stretched helplessly on the diabolical Synchronic Milkers: offerings for the people, sexual vessels, conduits of pleasure and juice for the lust-filled crowd, waiting for their erotic torture to commence.

Jonson and Tye were presented one final time to the crowd; they would soon make their way inside the Delectorium’s Holy Harvest facilities. The restaurant of deity, the pleasure feeding house of the Mighty Danteros - God of Attica. Their bodies oozing precious pre-cum down between their stretched legs as they writhed in absolute and unrelenting pleasure, fertile horny minds alight with sexual fantasy and erotic scenarios. The hyper-horny Pleasure Primes were ready to feed Danteros their holy pleasure.

Zephir turned one final time to take in the luscious view of the four sexual men struggling helplessly on the stage, it was a powerful and majestic show of sight and sound to behold. Bondage, such magnificent bondage.

He turned back to the crowd.

“Establish the Sexual-Synchronaptic bond pleasure flow between the Pleasure Primes and the chosen Warrior symbiont!”

Thanks for enjoying the fantasy with me, I hope you are enjoying the fun as much as me.

Jonson and Tye will be milked, their long road of pleasure will explode soon (ish)…