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Eclipse - 8.Prime's Path

‘Prime’s Path’ came out in the writing of this chapter, it is tied (pun intended) very closely to ‘The Delectory’ which will occur in a future chapter of Eclipse.

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

Tye and Jonson have been abducted to a planet in a galaxy full of sexual debauchery. They have been taken to Attica a jungle world that serves a lusty, pleasure-hungry God named Danteros.

In a violent and deadly world, they have been chosen to be the next erotic Pleasure Primes of Attica, they have been anointed and confirmed, and they have received their Mantle of office, a special select set of powers that allows them to endure bouts of severe and prolonged agony. Powers that ensure their human bodies can endure such punishment and recover from it quickly.

They have been captured, anointed and have ascended to the Role of Pleasure Prime of Attica. They have received their sacred skimpy loincloths designed to enhance their already erotic and handsome good looks. They must endure their first Pleasure Penetration cycle before their semen can be sanctified and their raging pleasure can feed Danteros.

In the High Priest ’s temple parlour holding room.

“Are you awake?” Tye whispered.

“Yep, hardly slept!” Jonson replied.

Thankfully they had been left to rest in the same room, somewhere in the temple, in the High Priest’s annex. They were tied down on slabs, their arms above their heads. Their ankles were shackled to the slabs. It had been a long night. First, they were tortured in the diabolical steam pods and the effects of the Waters of Desire were still keenly evident.

“Fuck, Jono, I’m so fucking horny! What’s in that water?” Tye thrust his hips trying desperately to trigger a flicker of pleasure in his loincloth.

“Me too Tyes! I need you to fuck me, I need to hold y…”

The blow came from nowhere, it was fast and strong, Jonson’s spittle flung across the room.

“Silence!” The Priest guarding them said forcefully.

“The High Priest wishes to inspect your bodies, he wishes to enjoy, your company” The priest advised before breaking into a laugh.

He then called three other hefty Priests into their holding cell, they manhandled Tye and Jonson up off their slabs, attached the transport rings to their wrists and activated the magnetic forces. Tye and Jonsons’ arms were secured in front of their bodies and the Priests whipped them forward away from the holding cell.

The High Priest ’s Parlour.

Zephir had been working much of the remaining night; working with Tzofira at the Solar Temple, in the Altar Sanctuary. He had not long returned to his annex and had commanded the Boi Rahs be delivered to his Probe Parlour.

He wasn’t tired, even after all that had been happening, the amazing spectacle of the Transmission Rites and the fitting of the Pleasure Prime loincloths, their ascension to Pleasure Prime status, and their initial tortures. Zephir could go for days without sleep if that was necessary. The Solar Transition was imminent, so Zephir continued with his High Priestly duties, such was his devotion to the task.

He was adjusting the settings on the inspection devices when he heard the cracking of the whips. He smiled knowing his erotic toys were on time, he had lots to share with them and he was excited to inspect their magnificent young bodies once more.

Jonson was pushed into the room first, followed closely by Tye, they stumbled forward with each whip crack until they reached the Warlock High Priest’s two personal Priests, flanking Zephir on either side of him. They stepped forward toward the precious arrivals, one grabbing Jonson and the other catching Tye, who had been flung forward by a nasty whip crack.

“GAH!” Tye screamed as the Priest grabbed him, arresting his fall. He pushed his shoulders sideways trying to release himself from the Priest’s grip.

They brought the two Pleasure Primes together to face Zephir, their faces showing their defiance, yet their underlying horniness was clear to the High Priest too. He liked them in this state, and Zephir was very pleased.

He walked up to his two struggling Pleasure Primes and gently cupped the sides of their handsome faces. It was a gentle moment.

“I hope you gained enough rest Boi Rahs?” He enquired.

Jonson turned his face away in defiance.

“Fuck you!” Tye replied.

“I do enjoy your defiance; I will ensure I torture you enough so I can keep that spirit up in you both!”

He then withdrew his hands from their faces and looked across to the Inspection Probes.

Zephir’s voice then filled with lust; he ordered his priests.

“Tie them to the Inspection Probes, we will continue our conversation there, since they cannot bear to look at me!” His evil smile complemented his lustful tone of voice.

The priests forced them over to the centre of the plush room, the shiny metal inspectors glistened in the bright lights shining on them from the circumference of the devices and the lights situated over each Inspector.

Jonson could see Tye struggling, two Priests of Danteros had him and were forcing him to the one of the Inspectors. He could see his device waiting for him. It glistened as they forced him forward by his hefty shoulders, he could see the metal arms waiting to hold his arms and legs. He could see that he would be secured above a central column of the device, it had a series of little white lights down the centre of it; his torso would be suspended about a foot above it. Other attachments were fitted along the central column. But that was all he could make out before he felt their strong grips.

They lifted the two Pleasure Primes after releasing the magnetised wrist restraints. The restraints tightened when they came in contact with the arms of the Inspector. Ankle restraints locked on their ankles and the four arms of the machine extended until their helpless bodies were stretched tightly.

Zephir supervised the installation and ordered his personal Priests to stand back from the helpless Pleasure Primes.

“You should stay in the room gentlemen, you are my personal and trusted Priests, you should get to know the Pleasure Primes too, they will be in your care often!” Zephir spoke with a smile and watched as the handsome four priests nodded their heads acknowledging the Warlock.

Tye twisted his body, the machine was holding him tight, and he couldn’t budge the restraints, he was hoping his special powers would have given him and Jonson super strength or something, but alas. He was horny and even the previous night’s torture session had not taken these erotic feelings away from him. He looked at Jonson’s writhing form, Jono was testing the bonds too, he was the sexiest man alive in Tye’s view, and to see Jonson so vulnerable like that was turning him on. He was sweating profusely, the humidity and heat in Attica was a furious force, even early in the mornings.

“Thank you for coming gentlemen!” Zephir said.

“Like we had a choice!” Jonson said baring his teeth and trying to wriggle from his position. Jonson and Tye were almost in a laying position, suspended about 1 meter off the floor of the High Priest’s impressive chamber. Their bodies lit from above them, below them and from sources around the Inspector Devices.

Zephir waked around them, watching their beautiful bodies writhing, twisting and testing their bondage. He loved the way their sexy little loincloth flaps hung from their almost supine bondage positions; he enjoyed the view of their tight buns flexing as they struggled.

He addressed the four Priests, but he was also talking to the Pleasure Primes. “Beautiful human specimens, ensure you treat them respectfully, but your firmness and strictness must always be exercised. They are sacred, but they are also captives of Attica, they produce the food that Danteros demands.”

He changed his focus to the Pleasure Prime captives. “You will be brought to me each morning by these Priests. They will ensure you are serviced properly. If you are not serviced properly, you cannot provide your servitude and your offerings. You MUST be kept strong, beautiful and your musculature toned and honed.” He paused looking at the four Priests.

“That is their job!”

Tye thought back to the bitter herbs and weird meat they were fed following their torture the previous night, he also remembered the muscle generation systems they were forced to endure.

“They will feed you the nutrients that will encourage your sustenance and enhance the management of your musculature. Your bodies will be subject to the definition devices which will ensure your muscles are toned and capable of supporting your bodies during your service to Danteros!”

Jonson interrupted, pulling on his bonds. “That muscle machine, what, Gah, is it? Fuck! My body is aching all over!” He continued twisting his body, glistening in sweat beneath the bright lights and the humidity.

Zephir replied. “The Definitor is a device that can target every cell in your body, It will work your muscles hard, the Priests have extensive knowledge of human anatomy and physiology. They will decide the frequency and duration of each of your Definitor sessions. If we wanted, we could make your bodies huge or we can starve them of their muscle definition. But Danteros likes his sexual toys to be fit and their musculature to be in perfect harmony. Your bodies will be worked regularly, consider it a necessary, shall we say, extra stimulation. You are feeling the effects of the Definitor today because we must have you in peak condition for the ordeal you must endure today.”

Tye felt his body spasm, he was aching as the High Priest had said, he remembered the Muscle Definitor sending electrical stimulation deep into every muscle of his body, he was still twitching now and then, and he ached all over, but he felt strong and virile. He lifted his head and surveyed his body. He looked good, every muscle in his body had been worked. He glanced across the Jonson noticing, how sexy and erotic he looked, every bump and curve of Jonson’s body was turning him on.

Zephir noticed too.

“Yes, he looks erotic doesn’t he Boi Rah Yojin!” Zephir said to Tye referring to Jonson.

“Your physical health and musculature will be the responsibility of my personal Priests…” Zephir directed them to look at the four Priests standing at attention around the two Inspector devices and their Pleasure Prime captives. “They report to Danteros through me! My responsibility is to ensure your sexual function, your erotic desires, and your ability to produce pleasure are maintained. Just like we tune your bodies physically, we must also work the sexual dimension of your service. That is why you will be tortured and pleasured as I see fit!”

Tye and Jonson began to thrash violently, desperate to free themselves from this sexual perversion they were being forced into.

“Fuck you and your torture-pleasure bullshit!” Jonson screamed in frustration.

Zephir ignored the outburst of defiance; he enjoyed it, and it encouraged him to think of ways to torture and stimulate their masculine defiance.

“Torture and specifically targeted stimulation will clarify and enhance your semen; the flow of your juices also stimulates the orgasmic flows of your pleasure generation which Danteros feeds upon. Your cum, gentlemen will be used in the various products offered by this temple and our Galaxian Partner Allies. So, you can understand that we will require you both to be at peak performance physically and sexually, your lives depend on the harvest of specially engineered semen from your bodies!”

Tye couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he thrust his body violently. “No!” he screamed, twisting his body in frantic attempts at freedom.

Zephir watched on for several minutes, impressed at the beauty of his Pleasure Primes struggling valiantly.

He approached Tye and ordered that the Inspector devices lift their bodies upward and forward. He ordered that the four arms of the devices stretch them further.

The Inspector devices repositioned them more upright, Tye was face to face with Zephir, struggling and trying to shield his face from the Warlock’s attentive fingers.

“Boi Rah Yojin! Yes, you are indeed a stunning example of human stock!” Zephir said, running his fingers around Tye’s upper torso, worshipping the Pleasure Prime’s smooth tanned skin, feeling his tight muscles, testing each one. He enjoyed Tye’s powerful lats and back musculature, before lowering his exploratory fingers to the straps holding Tye’s sexy brown loincloth to his heaving body.

“Your sexual presence and power are strong, you Earthlings use the word Aura, but this is inadequate, my beautiful erotic young man!” Zephir felt the straps of the loincloth, running his fingers along them and across Tye’s hips.

“So, Sex - u - al!” Zephir hissed lustfully, his fingers lifting the back flap of Tye’s loincloth from Tye’s heaving, pert buttocks, he slowly let his hands cup the beautiful smooth skin of Tye’s tight bootie.

“Mmmm, I want you so much Pleasure Prime, but I must prepare you for your first milking, but after that is complete, I will enjoy everything your body has to offer!”

Tye spat the words, trying to dislodge his body from Zephir’s grip. “Fuck you!”

“Get your filthy hands off him!” Jonson screamed defiantly.

It only spurred the High Priest on further, and stepping backward slightly, his hands followed the loincloth straps back around Tye’s magnificent heaving slender hips. He started to explore the front of Tye’s loincloth.

“Mmm, your ‘Aura’ flows through into my fingers Boi Rah! It is extraordinarily strong.”

Tye looked downward over his heaving body, his heart was racing, as he fought the bonds stretching him helplessly tight on the inspector. Zephir was caressing his bulge, it felt sumptuous, but he wished it was Jonson. Zephir was examining him with precise strokes and squeezes. His testicles were abuzz, and he noticed his body lighting up from behind him. Jonson’s inspector device was also alight with a line of tiny red lights behind him.

“The Inspector is using my fingers as probes, my delicious boy,” Zephir said looking up toward Tye’s suddenly alarmed face.

Tye seethed and moaned delightfully as the probing energy erupted inside his testicles. His bulge was alight with delight, tiny slithers of energy were piercing his testicles, and the energy was causing him to ache.

“Gah Noooooooooo, stop!” He begged, twisting and trying to dislodge his bulge from Zephir’s determined fingers.

“This will take the time it needs Boi Rah; I cannot terminate the process! The Inspector is measuring the chemical conditions within your testicles, needles of energy are puncturing your scrotum; nothing your Pleasure Prime Mantle cannot handle, you will recover almost instantaneously.” Zephir said smiling at Tye’s desperate face.

“Stop it you monster!” Jonson screamed watching as Zephir continued his micro-torture session with Tye.

Zephir then lifted the front flap of Tye’s loincloth. Gasping as the beautifully rounded bulging pouch presented itself to him.

“So beautiful!” Zephir gasped, not taking his hands from the bulge. He felt Tye’s powerful enclosed penis length, the full and rich head of Tye’s cock beneath the thin, clingy leather thong pouch. It filled both his palms as he enclosed his hands, cupping the beautiful man-bulge with reverence.

“So delightful, but your semen will need work before we can harvest it before Danteros after today’s Solar Equinox Transition. Your semen is plentiful Boi Rah, I am pleased!”

The aching had ended and the relief on Tye’s face radiated. Zephir was licking the sides of his bulge; his fingers were caressing the tops of Tye’s legs feeling the majesty of Tye’s muscular form as he writhed helplessly before his captor.

Zephir looked up into Tye’s defiant eyes and smiled.

“You will be tortured Boi Rah Yojin…” Zephir paused and nodded toward one of his personal Priest attendants to step toward them, he then returned his gaze toward Tye, who was fighting frantically for release from his bonds. “… Just your sacred loincloth bulge will be tortured, your genitals and sexual function only, but first Boi Rah I desire your body to produce your pre-cum, I need some for your pleasure preparations in the Solar Altar Sanctuary! Once I have enough, I will arrange your torture!”

“Fuck You” Tye replied gritting his teeth, twisting his body to the left.

Zephir enjoyed the valiant show of defiance, he grabbed Tye’s buttocks, reaching behind the helpless Pleasure Prime and pulled Tye’s body upward slightly and then proceeded to lick every part of Tye’s bulge.

“MMMMMF!” Tye was helpless to resist the supernatural force and strength that Zephir was capable of. He felt the tongue caressing his bulge and he felt his buttocks buzzing. Zephir’s grip on his buttocks was strong and forceful, energy was being released from the High Priest’s grip.

Zephir then stepped back and held out his hands to show Tye, they were glowing blue.

“You cannot resist the power, Boi Rah; I will have your pre-cum!” He placed his glowing fingers on the apex of Tye’s bulging under-thong pouch and then traced the surface and ridges of the erotic garment, he worshipped the bulge with care and precision. Imparting the pleasure energy.

It caused Tye to arch his body forward, his moan was delightful and intense. He felt the energy invade every recess inside his bulge, it was like the thong was alive, it tightened between his buttocks, he felt it ignite deep sexual cravings, and his penis was being coated in pleasure velvet. He sighed lustfully and turned his head toward Jonson. Just the sight of his blonde beautiful and helpless Jono made him so fucking horny.

The pre-cum filled his delicious bulge of pleasure and seeped out into Zephir’s hand.

“Good, Boi Rah Yojin! Your holy loincloth will continue to pleasure you while you are tied to this inspector device, it will learn every facet of your bulge and sexual assets as will Boi Rah Daim’s machine. I will inspect him now while we harvest some delicious pleasure from you.” Zephir then nodded to one of the Priests.

Speaking to the Priest, he guided the Priest’s hands to Tye’s heaving bulge.

“Feel the Pleasure Prime’s sexual energy, worship his bulge with the reverence he deserves. This loincloth, this thong and this bulge is sacred, feel how the inspector device is massaging the bulge with just enough energy to tease and delight the Boi Rah. Keep massaging this bulge, learn to manage it, goad it, develop the layers of pleasure he must endure. When you are attending this holy leather bulge and this Pleasure Prime, you are the master.”

The Priest was salivating: He felt the energy, he felt Tye’s sexual Aura, the energy was being transferred from the holy bulge into his hands and was reaching up past his wrists. The Priest followed and adapted to Tye’s slow hip gyrations. He wanted to lick the bulge, it was so sumptuous, so satisfying to feel the young Pleasure Prime trembling into his hands as he worshipped the bulge. He felt the warmth of each pre-cum emission.

Once satisfied that the Priest was performing the bulge worship reverently and competently, Zephir stood back to enjoy the view of Tye‘s writhing body and the Priest’s reverent bulge worship. He moved across to Jonson, nodding for his other Attendant Priest to stand beside Jonson.

“You’re a monster!” Jonson seethed at Zephir, his handsome face screwed up in anger and his blue eyes glaring toward his captor. He twisted his body away from Zephir and turned his head toward Tye’s heaving form.

“I do what must be done Boi Rah Daim! It pleases me to enjoy your sanctified bodies. As I said to Boi Rah Yojin, we are responsible for physical and sexual performance. I will need your juices too, but first I must inspect you.”

Jonson pulled desperately, his beautiful body striving for release from his bonds, and Zephir watched lustfully as Jonson twisted and turned his helpless and trussed body.

He addressed the priest; Zephir though did not take his eyes off Jonson’s struggling form.

“Behold the Pleasure Prime, his struggles are as sacred as he is. Behold his sumptuous cloth. His sexual organs are holy, his bulge must be worshipped reverently. Whether by pleasure or agony, his submission and bondage are sacred.”

The Priest nodded in acknowledgement. He had chosen to adorn himself in just the priestly thong this day, knowing he would be honoured to attend to one of the Primes. His white thong, topped in a line of gold cord which extended around his hips and between his buttocks was already wet. He could not hide his arousal at the sight of Jonson’s helpless body.

Zephir too was extremely aroused, but he maintained his composure for his inspection of the Pleasure Prime. He felt every muscle, squeezing and licking as he proceeded. Zephir even knelt to massage and lick Jonson’s feet. He left the Boi Rah’s loincloth to last.

Jonson twisted his body to avoid Zephir’s attention, but the High Priest only smiled, caressing the side of Jonson’s handsome face.

“So beautiful Boi Rah, I will inspect your semen production, you are going to need premium cum quality when you feed Danteros!” The evil lusty tone cut into Jonson’s brain igniting the deep horniness already rushing through his body.

“The Inspector device will scan your scrotum; this may hurt young man, but it is necessary!”

Zephir then proceeded to feel Jonson’s sumptuous manhood bulge, his fingers diving under the outer, skimpy loincloth flap. Energy shot into the bulge from Zephir’s fingers as he had performed on Tye.

“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Jonson twisted and writhed in pain as the shards of energy pierced his testicles without mercy. The lights behind him on his Inspector device glowed red as it proceeded with its analysis. The process took five minutes and the lights on the Inspector, as they had done with Tye, provided Zephir with its report.

“Please, no more!” Jonson pleaded, his demeanour changing, his defiance still evident though. Jonson’s head fell forward as he attempted to regain a normal heartbeat and respiration schedule. His heavy breathing turned Zephir and the attending Priest on immensely.

“Your semen is also plentiful Boi Rah, but we will need to encourage further enhanced production, it needs to be purified like that of Boi Rah Yojin.

Jonson pulled on his bonds, he had no idea of what this strange alien was talking about, but he knew it was not good news.

“Pain will encourage your body to produce sufficient quantities of semen fluid. I will prescribe your torture session soon, but first I must continue to process the stimulant elixir that will be used when it is time to begin your inaugural pleasure penetration at the Solar Altar Sanctuary later today.”

Zephir directed the attending Priest to view Jonson’s erotic skimpy loincloth.

“Sumptuous, isn’t it?” He said drooling.

The light-coloured thin leather flap draped over the ominous bulging under-thong pouch. It flapped as Jonson thrust his body in defiance. Zephir reached forward to grab Jonson’s slim hips, enjoying the way the Pleasure Prime’s abdominal muscles flexed and contracted as Jonson tried to dislodge his helpless body from the High Priest’s grip.

Zephir used his strength to resist Jonson’s defiant thrashing and desperate attempts to extricate himself from the bondage.

“Hush Boi Rah, Hush!” Zephir feigned concern.

He was gripping Jonson’s hips, his long index fingers, gripping the tops of Jonson’s pert sexy buttocks. Zephir then glanced at the drooling priest, and used both thumbs, without releasing his hold on the Pleasure Prime, and flung the skimpy little leather loincloth flap upwards.

The bulging thong pouch was displayed in all its magnificence, it made the attendant priest gasp in admiration.

“Beautiful, to behold, you will not tire of this erotic succulence!”

Jonson was seething both in defiance and also in his deep-seated sexual need. He looked down at his bulge too.

“Pleasure!” The High Priest said as his hands started to glow again, as they had with Tye.

His hands moved carefully, sexually, goading the Pleasure Prime until Zephir was tracing the rounded protruding bulge, feeling the warm body of the penis wrapped in the erotic thin clingy leather, he squeezed both testicles and his long fingers caressed the thong strap clinging to Jonson’s taint. Zephir then released the first sumptuous wave of pleasure energy into Jonson’s bulge, cupping the magnificent erotic toy in both hands. He felt the surge of energy dissipating into the bulge.

“AGH Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Jonson’s moan joined the ongoing moans from Tye.

Both Pleasure Primes writhed in sexual bliss, the pleasure energy ebbing and releasing them in sumptuous waves, teasing their beautiful bodies in constant erotic stimulation.

Jonson pumped pre-cum, it was warm and forceful it filled the High Priest’s reverent grip, his hands worshipping Jonson’s bulge reverently.

“Good Boi, Pleasure Prime. You cannot resist the sumptuous energy, we must harvest your pre-cum, give me what I want Boi Rah!”

Jonson thrust his delicious bulge into Zephir’s grip, moaning and drooling, his penis gave forth its rich harvest of thick pre-cum.

Zephir smiled and motioned for the attending priest to step forward.

“Take his bulge, worship the thong in all its glory, it is sacred, the pleasure is being generated by the thong it is sacred, it is Pleasure Prime, it must be honoured and worshipped. Resist the need to suckle and taste him, Danteros wants all his harvest today.”

The priest nodded in acknowledgement, and he felt the Boi Rah bulge for the first time, sumptuous, and magnificent, so full of meat, the holy and sacredness of the bulge of the feeling of Jonson’s pre-cum emissions was too erotic, the Priest shuddered as he came inside his Priestly thong, but he did not cease his worship. He was compelled to worship the magnificence of the Pleasure Prime’s erotic thong, his genitalia. He was his sexual toy for these magnificent moments.

At thirty minutes, the Inspector devices turned green, indicating they had collected sufficient pre-cum from the Pleasure Primes.

Zephir enjoyed watching his Priests worshipping Tye and Jonson, he was familiarising them with the new Pleasure Prime toys, and he needed them to understand and value each of the new sexual offerings. They would need to be able to prepare and prime the Boi Rah’s for ceremonies, erotic parties, private viewings and other official events when suppliers and dignitaries were on-planet. The Pleasure Primes would become their responsibility, as Zephir’s proxies.

“Thank you, Priests!” Zephir said impressed with their devotion to their task.

“Take them to Temple grounds, it is daybreak, the sacred day of the Solar Equinox Transition, it is also the first day of the new Pleasure Primes’ reign, they must be presented for worship. Torture them!”

Still ultra horny, and having been pleasured carefully, Jonson and Tye began to struggle, pulling on their bonds.

“No Please!” Jonson gasped, they had ceased his pleasure treatment, and the thought of more agony was shocking and abhorrent to him.

"Take them to the Common, utilise the Agonisers, set their power level low, I want enough energy to make them scream, their scrotums must be tortured sufficiently to enhance their semen production, Danteros will demand rivers of semen this day.”

Zephir turned to leave them and then thought again, he returned to Jonson’s magnificent struggling form, cupping his pre-cum oozing bulge in one hand and Jonson’s cheek in the other hand.

“You will torture well Boi Rah, this beautiful body and his…” Zephir looked over toward Tye, who was being tied for transport. “…are mine to enjoy, but I must share your decadence with the people. See you back here in several hours, I will prepare your bodies for your sacred pleasure penetration and consumption before we harvest your cum.” Zephir caressed Jonson’s heaving thong bulge. “Once the formalities are over, I will then harvest you again, you will both feed me your cum in my private parlour!”

Jonson felt dread, he wanted to punch this evil alien, but there were too many of them, it was useless, he needed to think the situation through.

Excitement is growing and word has gone around; the Pleasure Primes were on show in the Temple Common.

They arrived from the various venues around the Temple, the Common could take at least five hundred people especially when the seating was not in place. Priests of Danteros stood in a semi-circle formation with a red rope held between each Priest. It roped off the Pleasure Primes from the lusty throng of horny men that jostled for a position to view these new sexual toys of Attica.

They were larger than life, and the High Priest’s attendant Priests were supervising the viewing opportunity. The binary sun system was already bathing the planet with heat, and the humidity was increasing rapidly.

Jonson and Tye were tied to presentation devices, inside thick metal frames, their arms pulled to the upper corners of the frame and clasped into the locking fasteners. Their ankles clasped on the bottom edges of their frame. A current of energy circulating their frames ensured the crowd was treated to an entertaining show. The energy displayed itself around the edges of the frames, across the top, down the sides, and along the bottom. The frames were hovering off the ground of the Common. Sparks displayed the power of the current, exploding in a flash of white light and sparking whenever the current built up sufficiently. It manifested itself now and then by sparking and exploding on one or more of the Pleasure Primes’ restraints. The resulting show riled the crowd up, feeding their lust for torture.

The frames began to rotate slowly. Jonson was being displayed in a slow clockwise rotation, the current forcing his body to spasm occasionally, his struggles so delicious, so erotic as his body began to glisten in sweat. Tye was presented to the lusty crowd in the opposite slow rotation. His moans were increasing with each incremental discharge of energy through his magnificent form.

“These are the Pleasure Primes of Attica,” one of the Zephir’s Personal Priests announced to the crowd.

He moved toward Tye and caressed Tye’s left buttock, his finger lifting the thin loincloth flap so that the crowd could view the beauty of his symmetrical and tight buns.

“His loincloth thong forms into his body between his buttocks, it clings to him, it makes him horny. It caresses his genitalia, it enhances his experience, regulating both pleasure and pain!”

He let the loincloth flap resettle on Tye’s buttock, knowing the crowd wanted to feel and touch it.

The other Personal Priest stood by Jonson and continued the commentary as Jonson’s magnificent struggling body came into view, allowing the crowd to view his upper torso and handsome face.

“Boi Rah Daim!” He announced.

The crowd knew the meaning, this blonde-haired handsome earthling would provide the sacred seed, the food of the Gods.

“His pleasure generation organs are so beautifully packaged, don’t you all think?” The Priest said as he bent forward slightly sliding the skimpy loincloth across the surface of Jonson’s wet bulging thong pouch.

The bulge was magnificent for them to behold the thin leather pouch filled with human sexuality, every curve, its mountainous apex sticking out from the Pleasure Prime’s body proudly. The priest ran his index finger over the bulge surface, he didn’t let it lift as he spoke.

“He is wet; our High Priest is preparing for their first Pleasure Penetration at noon when the Solar Equinox Transitions! Zephir harvested their sacred lubricants earlier this morning, they have been bathed in the Waters of Desire and pleasured carefully. But he has decreed and prescribed this torture to energise their semen production.”

A bolt of energy erupted down Jonson’s left arm, interrupting the Priest’s announcement. Jonson’s scream and the twisting of his body caused the Priest to smile.

“Zephir did say he would torture well!” The Priest continued.

He nodded toward the other attending priest standing by Tye’s torture frame, he lifted the front lighter-coloured thin leather flap for the crowd to enjoy the view of his sacred thong pouch. He also retrieved an Agoniser Wand from the side of the frame.

Both of Zephir’s Personal Priests held the Agoniser Wands out for the crowd to see.

“Their loincloth thongs are fully charged with energy from their torture frames, but as you can see this is inert for now.”

Tye received a bolt of energy through his right leg.

“GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” he screamed contorting his body to the right.

The priest smiled.

“This Agoniser Wand will release the same intensely painful burst of energy when it comes in contact with the Pleasure Prime’s loincloth or his under-thong.”

He placed the wand on the slender straps of Jonson’s loincloth sending Jonson into spasms of agony, he held the wand for several seconds while Jonson screamed and thrashed in pain.

Tye’s attending Priest did the same.

Both Pleasure Primes screamed and thrashed violently in a paroxysm of pain. So much so, Tye’s wet Loincloth flap stuck to his sweaty lower abdomen musculature, his entire thong pouch on display, dripping in pre-cum.

Tye and Jonson were fighting to gain composure following the violent assault of energy on their genital regions, their heavy breathing, and their bodies in spasms provided an entertaining show for the lusty crowd.

Zephir’s personal Priests then adjusted the positioning of the floating frames, directing the frames closer to the hyped-up horny group, and once in place, the frames jolted supplementary bolts of energy through the restraints holding Jonson and Tye’s helpless bodies.

“BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Jonson’s scream was accompanied by a jettison of spittle out into the horny horde. Tye flung a line of pre-cum outward in a wild arc as he struggled in agony.

They sprayed them with a mist as part of the show, Jonson tasted the sweetness in the cloud of refreshing mist. It was the Waters of Desire, he felt his body healing rapidly, recovering from the onslaught of the agonising energy bursts they had endured.

His attending Priest then dipped his, hand in a goblet of the waters and caressed Jonson’s bulge.

He felt his pre-cum bubble and fizz, Jonson thrust his hips outward in intense enjoyment. They had done the same with Tye, and the two Pleasure Primes, recovering and horny were ready for the next round of torture.

The Priests held out the two Agoniser Wands to the crowd.

“Who will be first to torture a Pleasure Prime?” They asked as the queue of horny men started to form.

The torture session proceeded for an hour; each participant was directed by the priests to use the wand only on the Pleasure Prime’s loincloth or under-thong. They had enough time to torture the Pleasure Prime slowly and intensely, rubbing the tip of the wand around the bulge or between their stretched legs. Or they could try different places in small bursts. It was up to the individual torturer to use their time as they wished. Between each participant’s torture session, the crowd was entertained by the Priests applying the Waters of Desire to help speed up the Pleasure Primes’ recovery and readiness for the next bout of agony.

Once the session was over, Jonson and Tye remained on display for the horny horde to worship; for them to touch and feel the sacred loincloths, get a taste of the sacred pre-cum, and imagine how erotic it would be to dine on such luxurious sexual toys, and to imagine their milking.

The High Priest ’s Parlour Room.

Zephir did not need to imagine their milking; he was preparing the Pleasure Penetration Rites. He would oversee and supervise the long pleasure infusion process under the power and influence of Attica’s two Suns whilst they undertake their regular, every thirty Attican days, transition. He would then display the Pleasure Primes in their state of uber-horniness before they are led to Delectorium, to be tied to the sacred pleasure altars stretched out before Danteros for him to feed on their sanctified and holy pleasure and their semen is harvested as an offering to Danteros.

Tzofira argued for the Five Warriors to take part in the sacred Pleasure Penetration and the Delectorium feeding session. He argued that they be used in every Sacred Solar Equinox milking of the Pleasure Primes, and although it was a departure from tradition, the High Priest agreed to a trial in the looming Pleasure Penetration session.

Tye and Jonson were returned to the Solar Temple, their torture had been performed in accordance with the High Priest’s orders, and their bodies had recovered quickly, as was the developing power of their Pleasure Prime Mantle, and the application of the Waters of Desire, which also aided their fast recovery. Zephir’s attendant Priests returned the Pleasure Primes to their Inspector Probes back inside the High Priest’s parlours at the Temple.

The Inspector Probes recognised Jonson and Tye immediately. As soon as they had been restrained on their probes, they felt the energy beginning to coat the insides of the thong pouches, soft and delicate, it was a sumptuous feeling. The devices stretched their bodies tightly and the Priests began to worship the Pleasure Prime loincloths as previously instructed by the High Priest. They set the devices so that Jonson and Tye were laying, suspended between the four arms of the devices at a forty-degree angle from the floor and sending word to the High Priest of their return.

“Report!” Tzofira said as he and the High Priest made their way to the Inspector Probes.

“They have been tortured using the Agoniser Wands and the floating frames. We displayed their bodies to the people in slow rotisseries, allowing them to see their beauty from different perspectives.” They reported.

“Continue!” Tzofira said.

“The Wands were only used on their loincloths and bulges, in accordance with the High Priest’s command. The Pleasure Primes’ screams were loud and forceful, and their bodies contorted for the crowd to enjoy during each application of the wand.”

“Their recovery?” Zephir enquired.

“Several minutes. We also applied small quantities of the Water of Desire to aid their recovery.”

Zephir thanked them and dismissed them to the side of the parlour while he and Tzofira proceeded to inspect the Pleasure Primes again.

His bonds pulled him tight, Tye tried struggling but his powerful body, his rippling muscles were no match for the powerful device stretching his body, his penis felt delightful, and his pleasure organ felt his loincloth caressing it. Despite the agony they had inflicted earlier, he now felt only delicious lines of pleasure caressing him. He humped his hips and moaned delightfully when Tzofira began to caress and worship at his bulge.

“Mmmm your torture has seemed to agree with you Boi Rah!” Tzofira said.

Tye felt the Tzofira’s attention, amplified through the thong pouch, the garment was pleasuring him delightfully, he felt the thong automatically tighten between his buttocks, causing him to sigh, he looked down toward Tzofira cupping and worshipping his pleasure-infused bulge. It was erotic and intense.

“Please, pleasure me, so intense, so beaut…”

Tzofira leaned up over Tye’s heaving body he placed his hands on Tye’s mouth, allowing his other hand to continue to rub and squeeze Tye’s bulge.

“Shhn Beautiful Boi Rah!” He said smiling as Tye’s body turned and twisted erotically beneath him.

Zephir had Jonson in a similar state of arousal, the pair of Pleasure Primes succumbing to the pleasure energy with every passing second.

“They are ready!” Zephir announced, stepping back from Jonson’s erotic writhing form.

He called his Priests.

“Bind them in the ceremonial ropes and lead them through the Temple on the wagon, let the people see them as they are taken to the Solar Altar Array,” Zephir commanded.

Zephir and Tzofira then departed the inspection parlour to make ready for the arrival of the Pleasure Primes at the Solar Temple Sanctuary.

Outside the High Priest’s Annex, the horny Pleasure Primes are readied for transport to the Sacred Solar Array Sanctuary.

They tied Jonson and Tye to the short poles attached to the wagon. Their legs spread and clasped to the floor of the wagon; their wrists bound in the golden rope and clasped to the poles behind their backs. Sweat was already forming on their bodies as they set out on the journey, it was several hours before the mid-day equinox, and the binary suns were moving closer together with each passing moment.

The two suns were situated in different parts of the sky usually, one several trillion kilometres further away from Attica than the other. The closer Sol supercharged the furthest sun’s heat. During the equinox event, the two suns would appear as one for several minutes, the furthest sun; bigger and brighter than the closer sun would appear in the sky as if layered, one outer ball of light with a darker smaller ball of light at the centre. It occurred every thirty days and was revered by Atticans as a sacred and holy celestial event.

They marked the event by presenting the Pleasure Primes strapped down to the Solar Altars to endure the powerful solar rays that activate the High Priest’s pleasure potions. The Process had come to be known as Pleasure Penetration or Infusion. The Pleasure Primes would experience the gradual and powerful effects of the potions in the form of extreme pleasure energy, coursing through their virile young bodies. They would become ultra-horny, ravaging and seething with sexual energy. Begging for it to be released, begging to ejaculate, begging for orgasmic relief. Once in this state of Hyper-Erotica they will be taken and tied to the milking stones in the Delectorium for Danteros to enjoy. Their bodies would be pleasured and teased by the priests for hours, allowing Danteros to feed on their stored pleasure energy. He must demand their orgasmic expression as they writhe before him desperately seeking release from their pleasure torture.

Once spent, their offerings harvested, they will be taken to the public milking altars for their bodies to be worshipped and drained of the remains of their semen before the High Priest takes possession of them for his private enjoyment.

The orgy of pleasure was set to start, the solar bodies dancing in the sky, closer and closer.

Jonson and Tye struggled as the crowds came up to their path. Several Priests pulled the wagon holding onto several ropes and the High Priest’s personal Priests rode the wagon between the two horny, and struggling Pleasure Primes.

“These Pleasure Primes will be spread out on the Altars and will receive the sacred Pleasure Penetration, their bodies becoming sacred containers for the holy and erotic energy. They will be offered to Danteros and milked of their juices; their Sacred Semen harvested!” Was announced to the lusty throng.

The Priest grabbed them by their hair, Jonson in one hand and Tye in the other, reefing the heads upward so the crowd could look on their defiant, and handsome faces as they fought their bonds.

“Beautiful and sexual objects! Their pleasure will be the food of the Gods!”

Jonson was tied so that he was facing the left of the wagon and Tye was facing the opposite side of the wagon, it made a slow journey up from the main temple building out toward the Solar Array Altar Facility. Both Pleasure Primes fresh from their torture session earlier in the morning, their Mantles of service still developing, still giving their bodies new and fresh energy. Their loincloths stuck to their bodies as the ever-increasing heat of the morning continued to brew in the sky above the Temple. They pulled and struggled causing their metal ankle restraints to clink and the ropes binding their arms behind their backs creaked, moistened by their sweat.

The Solar Temple Sanctuary - The Solar Array Facility.

A huge image of a Sun over the entrance to the building indicated that the wagon procession had reached its destination. The heat radiating from the sun image over the entrance indicated to the Atticans that the High Priest was present in the building and the image of Danteros had been activated.

The sacred temple was in session!

The Priests halted the wagon at the entrance, beneath the blazing hot effigy of the sun. Tzofira appeared from inside, he was dressed in a skimpy white loincloth, his muscles glistened in the heat, and the golden armband on his right bicep indicated his rank in the Temple. Tzofira would have the same authority as the High Priest, however only the High Priest could medium the wishes and lust of the deity.

The Solar Array Temple was set inside a lush garden, a symbol of the Attican jungles that help protect the temple and provide the temple with ingredients used in its many potions and elixirs.

Tzofira descended the steps down from the Solar Array Temple and made his way down the path. The sacred temple was built around a central Altar Room, it housed different rooms accommodating its resident Priests and their usual daily duties. The milking of prime temple stock and the production of Attica’s signature product lines ensured that this Temple was always busy. Its Priesthood known for its cruel lust.

On the day of the Solar Equinox Transition, the High Priest was in residence. His presence was signified by the ignition of the Solar effigy over the entrance to the facility.

Tzofira then made his way down the path toward the wagon and its struggling precious cargo, and the crowd that had been following the procession had formed in a large semi-circle held in place by several of the Solar Temple’s dedicated priesthood.

“Pleasure Primes, Welcome!” Tzofira said.

“The Solar Temple awaits your revered attendance!”

Jonson was so horny, he was covered in sweat, he pulled on his bonds looking at Tzofira.

“Fuck you!” He bared his teeth at Tzofira

“Bring them, their High Priest is in session and awaits their presence!” Tzofira said running his hand up the length of Jonson’s right leg, feeling the sweaty and hot skin of the Pleasure Prime.

“Their bodies are sacred; they are extraordinary vessels that will satisfy Danteros.”

He peeled the light-coloured leather flap of Jonson’s loincloth from its home sticking to Jonson’s moist bubble butt and the crowd of horny men could only drool at the beauty of the Pleasure Prime.

“Get off me!” Jonson twisted his body.

“Horny and yet still defiant, these Pleasure Primes will thrill Danteros!” Tzofira said running his hand along the loincloth and thong straps tightly clinging to Jonson’s slender hips.

“It is time to initiate their pleasure torture!” Tzofira looked up to the duelling solar show in the sky.

“Danteros is eager to taste them, dine on their offerings!” Tzofira said, “Bring them to the Temple, the High Priest is prepared for their arrival.”

Tzofira turned and made his way to the top of the stairs at the end of the pathway under the blazing effigy of the sun. He supervised the arrival of the Pleasure Primes. The Priests then unclasped the ankle restraints and the clasps connecting their wrist restraints to the poles on the wagon. A golden rope was wrapped around their necks and tied with a choker knot. Each end of the rope was held by a Priest on either side of the Pleasure Prime. One of the High Priest’s personal Priests stood in front of the procession and another Personal Priest stood behind them.

Solar Temple Priests dressed in long white loincloths and golden collars formed an honour guard, they bowed their heads to honour the arrival of the Pleasure Prime Procession. They stood on either side of the path along the edges of the well-kept lawn which fronted the Temple. The Temple’s beautiful facade and well-kept grounds provided a seemingly idyllic setting, a metaphor of the beauty of pleasure, but also the contra to the treatment of the sexual slave stock used in the Temple’s daily activities.

His ropes were eating into his wrists, and the rope collar circling his neck was pulled tightly by the Priests on either side of him. Tye couldn’t move his head without the ropes eating into his flesh, he could barely breathe. He could see Jonson in front of him, Jonson was thrusting his shoulders against the Priests holding on to him. Tye was so horny, and Jono’s defiant struggles were turning him on.

Jonson was forced up the stairs under the blazing solar effigy at the entrance to the Solar Temple first, he was in front of Tye and the sight of Jonson’s pert buttocks and the light-coloured cloth clinging to Jonson’s arse made Tye tremble as he watched Jonson being forced up the stairs, Jonson was so fucking sexy, and Tye was so fucking horny.

Tye’s penis felt sumptuous as soon as Tye’s feet touched the first step to the Temple, he was already super wet and the loincloth thong continued to pleasure him, just as the Artisan had said during his fitting of the loincloth. It was made to serve Danteros and Tye’s mere presence on the Temple’s sacred grounds was causing the garment to react sumptuously. He felt his cock slide inside the thong pouch; he shivered in response to the tiny pricks of pleasure being inflicted on his sexual organs.

The temple smelled sweet, the walls along the corridor were glowing white and golden waves flowed along the walls. Most doors were shut for the Pleasure Prime arrival and the glowing light blue lights illuminated the shiny doors around the edges of the door frames.

He could hardly breathe, Jonson pulled desperately on the ropes binding his wrists, his handsome face screwed up as he struggled, tripping forward as they pushed him and choking as he lurched forward; the Priests did not loosen the tension on his neck choker rope. Someone grabbed him from behind, they grabbed his locks of sexy blond hair from his long fringe, pulling his head back forcefully.

“You’re a feisty Pleasure Prime, Boi Rah!”

It was Tzofira.

“Gah!” He tried turning his head, but Tzofira had a good grip, and the neck choker was eating into the flesh of his neck.

Tye noticed Tzofira manhandling Jonson and began struggling frantically too, he could hardly get his words out.

“Gah, g, ge, get off, har, aghhh, him” Tye stammered before Tzofira, still gripping Jonson’s hair and pulling Jonson’s head simultaneously turned and hit Tye forcefully with a powerful backhand.

“Silence!”

Tzofira was enjoying himself immensely. He turned and watched as Tye recovered.

“You’re both feisty, Danteros will enjoy that, I know the High Priest shall!”

They had reached the end of the wide corridor, and a shiny door opened slowly. Tzofira pushed Jonson inside and grabbing Tye’s flowing dark hair, he pulled the Pleasure Prime forward throwing Tye inside like a rag doll. The priests followed and regained their hold on the neck choker ropes.

“Welcome Pleasure Primes!” The voice of the High Priest sounded excited; Zephir appeared momentarily.

Zephir wore a similar scanty loincloth, white like that of Tzofira. Although not as muscly as Tzofira, the High Priest looked foreboding and impressive. He wore his necklace of tiny skulls and other bones as an adornment and in recognition of his position as a warlock. Zephir looked the part, and he and Tzofira were dressed in readiness for the impending pleasure rites.

“They have been paraded?” Zephir asked.

Tzofira just needed to nod, the question was rhetorical anyway.

He answered anyway, mainly for Jonson and Tye’s benefit. “Their horny bodies have been displayed Warlock High Priest! The people have witnessed their sacred and erotic bodies.”

Jonson was seething, and Tye having recovered bared his teeth at Tzofira, pulling desperately on the ropes binding his arms.

“Let’s relieve them of their chokers, and ropes, we cannot waste time, the solar transition waits for nobody!” Zephir said, nodding toward the pair of restraint devices.

“These will begin the cooking process, tie them!”

Tye fought them as much as his bound arms would let him, he had powerful legs and decided it was time to use them, he commenced a crouch position intending to launch himself toward Zephir and spin his body to try and knock the High Priest into the diabolical looking machine and as he launched his body Jonson screamed out.

“Tye! No!” Jonson called out but it was too late. Zephir had caught Tye’s left leg arresting Tye’s trajectory, Zephir’s strength shocking Tye as he careered into the arms of Tzofira.

“Puny human!” Zephir said smiling as Tye fought against Tzofira’s grip.

They whipped Jonson as punishment for Tye’s defiant act, it cracked across Jonson’s jaw forcing his head to jolt violently toward the back wall of the well-lit room. Another whip dragged Jonson by his upper arm and pulled him across the room toward one of the element roasters. A Priest spun Jonson around so he could untie the Pleasure Prime’s arms. They then attached Jonson in a stretched position inside the tall frame, his legs shackled on the bottom corners of the roaster and his arms restrained above his head. The restrained Pleasure Prime's position allowed the heat to penetrate their sides. Vents at the base of the device began releasing heated air. Heating elements were attached to the front and rear of the machine.

Tye was forced in the same diabolical machine facing Jonson and the heating elements were installed in the same way.

“Roast them!” Tzofira ordered and with that, the frames surrounding them began to glow, heat reflectors directing the convection onto their helpless bodies and the front and rear element attachments ensured each Pleasure Prime endured a pocket of supercharged heat.

Zephir oversaw the torturous preparation, watching the beautiful Pleasure Primes writhe in agony, their bodies cooking. He loved the way Jonson twisted his helpless body, the way he thrust his head forward and backward, his moans turning into screams.

Tye’s body was cooking inside, and his skin dripping in sweat, he could feel the heat searing him, like a knife cutting into his body he knew that he would soon be burning, but he noticed the elements reducing in intensity, the heat shooting upward between his legs and heating his thong pouch was slowing also. They removed the front and rear elements but the frames they were bound to remained hot and glowing, sweat stung his eyes and he hung inside the bonds moaning and gasping to breathe. Tzofira’s hands on his Abs were hot; they were searing his skin and Tye tried to recoil and escape Tzofira’s attention, but his attempts were fruitless. Tzofira then reached around Tye, his tongue was also hot on Tye’s sensitive skin, Tzofira licked Tye’s neck, but his right hand was gripping Tye’s right buttock.

“Your body is delectable!” Tzofira said seething with lust in his voice, he was enjoying the tight and erotic buttocks, his fingers pushing until he felt Tye’s thong strap.

They both moaned in unison, Tye’s thong sexually amplifying Tzofira’s affection. Tzofira licked Tye again before removing his fingers from Tye’s butt, He then licked his fingers directly in front of Tye’s face.

“They are at the sufficient temperature, well at least this Boi Rah is!” Tzofira licked his fingers as he spoke.

Zephir had been busy enjoying Jonson’s sweat-covered body while Tzofira was toying with Tye, Zephir enjoyed the delightful way Jonson’s sighs and gasps for breath were continuing and starting to normalise after his immersion in the supercharged heat.

Zephir then ordered that they be installed over containers full of heat rocks, they brought the two vessels, filled with dark rocks which they placed in front of Jonson and Tye’s heating element roaster frames.

“Position their frames above the stones, lay them flat so that their bodies are stretched directly over the stones.”

Tzofira and Zephir watched as the Priests made the adjustments. Watching as Jonson and Tye struggled, adjusting to the new convection of heat rising from beneath them, pulling desperately on their bonds and trying to free themselves from the new torturous heat; their frames remained lit and the orange light from the heating elements surrounding their bodies made them glow orange.

“Your core temperatures will be regulated Boi Rahs, beneath you are the heated rocks from Qoson another delicious torture device supplied to us, by our Qosonian friends. Your perspiration will drip onto the rocks and will gently steam your already supple bodies.”

“Please may I drink?” Jonson pleaded twisting his body over the heated rocks. His sweat already fizzing as it erupted on the super-heated rocks beneath his helpless body.

“Of course!” Zephir responded, leaning down over the draught of heat and caressing Jonson’s wet face.

Tzofira dropped water from above, so Jonson had to open his mouth and try to catch the stream. More water landed on Jonson than what Jonson could consume. Tzofira then poured a stream over Jonson’s body and did the same with Tye.

The waters ran off their twisting hot bodies onto the heated rocks below them, the steam engulfing them in the process, the surging sexual energy followed it.

“No pla, please, No!” Tye stammered realizing that he had gulped the Waters of Desire, and his body was now steaming in it. He heard Jonson’s erotic sigh too; they felt the surging erotic energy course through their hot bodies turning Zephir and Tzofira on as they watched the two Pleasure Primes writhe in both pleasure and the searing heat.

“The oils will have a much greater effect when your core temperatures are maintained high, and once you are stretched out on the Pleasure Penetration Altars under our blazing suns, they will begin the long process of the pleasure build. The rays from the suns as they transition will react with the sacred Elixir of Delight oils and the sacred pleasure will begin to ignite, first inside your penises, filling your thong pouches, supercharging your strong erotic surges. Before long the pleasure will begin to creep throughout your bodies, wherever we have massaged the Elixir into your bodies. You will become uber-aroused, begging for sexual fulfilment. We will oversee your Pleasure Penetration throughout the sacred penetration period.

Your bodies will be displayed for the temple to bear witness of what the Temple declares as your ‘State of Pleasure’. Unless you have been decreed to have reached the required State of Pleasure, you cannot be relieved, you will not be given access to Danteros’ Delectorium, the holy place where he will feed on your stored sumptuous erotic energy. Once he has been satisfied, you will be milked of your sacred semen. Long and satisfying climactic extravaganzas of orgasmic delight will pump your juices for the Temple’s stores.”

Tye wanted to cum there and then, just the Waters of Delight they had consumed and were steaming in was making him horny again, but hearing their fate seemed to supercharge his erotic cravings.

“Please, I beg you, fuck me! Please” He couldn’t believe his words, but he was so charged up; Tye couldn’t help himself. He thrust his hips desperately, his eyes pleading.

Jonson too, was craving, “Let him fuck me, please, please,” he begged.

Tzofira could only laugh watching them steam in the erotic waters, but it was time to prepare their bodies because the solar transition was looming closer.

“Lift them over the hot rocks, I want their bodies stretched upright over the rocks!” He ordered.

The Priests went about fulfilling the horny Scout’s order as Zephir walked into the anteroom where the Pleasure Primes were being heated and prepared for the Solar Array Altars. Zephir brought with him the two sacred containers holding his Elixir of Delight, each container custom-created for Jonson and Tye, the erotic formula was one of Zephir’s major achievements, he shared the recipe and process with no one; it was given to him by Danteros in a vision hundreds of Attican years before and modified for each individual sexual offering. It ensured that the sanctified pleasure offering met Danteros’ highest expectations.

Horny and filled with growing sexual needs, Tye and Jonson writhed and contorted their bodies, they had to be gagged to stop their relentless begging for relief and satisfaction. Drool ran down from their chins.

Zephir placed the container of sacred oils down on special plinths, one in front of Jonson and the Other in front of Tye. He watched as their sweat-covered magnificent bodies humped the air; the creaking of their restraints made the scene even more delectable.

He looked at Tzofira, “Look at them, they are so horny, and we have not applied the elixirs yet.” Zephir was very impressed at the beauty and magnificence of these new erotic toys. He then enquired about the temperature inside the Altar room.

He awaited the response from the Priest managing the Solar Temple.

The Priest returned momentarily, the Altars have been prepared Your Highness, and the Altar room has been exposed to the Solar draughts for several hours. The roof was retracted at daybreak and…” He referred to the Solar Sanctuary, the sacred room with the retractable roof. It held the two golden altars in the centre of the facility, named the Solar Altar Array, they were situated amongst a series of mirror-like solar refractors which the temple used to gather and contain the solar draughts and energy used in the pleasure production process. The Altars had a commanding exposure to the path of Attica’s two suns ensuring that no shadow could ever befall the Altar and its Pleasure Prime captive during the rituals. The Temple also employed a series of magnifying disks that could be lowered or lifted to manage the intensity of dual sun solar draught and the temperature, if adjusted to their limit, these had the power to burn the captive or even dismember them with laser-like heat intensity.

“Yes, good!” Zephir said looking at Tye’s writhing form.

“Their core temperatures are high enough and the sanctuary is at an acceptable level, take them to the Solar Altars! Prepare them to walk Prime’s Path.”

Several minutes later, having been freed from the preparation frames, their arms tied behind their backs once more, it was time for the Pleasure Primes to be paraded through the Solar temple. Jonson was placed first in the processional followed by Tye, they were led by the High Priest and flanked by one of the High Priest’s personal Priest attendants, one accompanied Jonson, another accompanied Tye, ensuring the horny bound Pleasure Prime kept pace with the procession as it weaved through the Temple. Tzofira followed behind the procession wearing his formal sexy white loincloth, like that of the Pleasure Primes, it ensured his sexual organs were wrapped in the erotic white fabric so that his virility was displayed just like the Pleasure Primes.

They made their way through the Temple, past the torture rooms, past the milking and pleasure facilities. The temple stock: fine and handsome young men, mostly captured enemies of Attica, new recruits from The Factory⁺ and the newest members of the Temple’s stock, Casey and Fin were placed outside their processing rooms, bound spreadeagled to the processional display restraints placed along the pathway. Still seething and horny, some dripping cum, others bloodied and barely breathing. It was ritual for all the Temple Stock to witness the sacred Pleasure Primes on their journey to feed Danteros.

Jonson was being forced forward to keep pace with the High Priest, the procession was a formal part of the Sacred Solar Altar Pleasure Penetration day, and the High Priest wanted to ensure that both his Pleasure Primes were displayed sufficiently due to Temple lore, also ensuring that their core temperatures remained high in readiness for them to ascend the high Altars and the Solar draughts in the Pleasure Penetration Sanctuary. His arms were bound tightly, Jonson couldn’t budge the tight ropes, he was so horny, and the procession had become an erotic romp past beautiful young men all tied and struggling, forced to witness him and Tye being paraded. Jonson noticed how each of the captives lining the walls of their path were forced to look at him and Tye, their cruel priest handlers forcing them to look up at the passing procession.

What is this place, fuck, so horny, they are all tied to the walls Jonson thought as they pushed his beautiful sweat-covered body forward. Fuck, that guy is being milked, fuck his cum just hit my leg. He noticed it was a handsome young warrior, screaming as his orgasm heralded the passing of the procession. Some guys were being force fucked by the priests using thick implements, some were being choked by collars, their heaving bodies worshipped as Jonson passed.

“Their bondage and their bodies are presented to you Pleasure Prime; they honour your presence!” Zephir said triumphantly turning his head to address Jonson and Tye, they honour your offerings, your sacred bodies, your sacred pleasure offerings. Does it arouse you?”

Fuck, so fucking horny, my bondage, Jono ’s arms tied behind his back, his beautiful ass so close to me, fuck yes, I’m horny and aroused! Tye thought in response to the High Priest’s question. Tye pulled on his bonds trying to free himself. The sight of these beautiful young guys stretched out along their path was so erotic.

“You want to taste them, don’t you Pleasure Prime!?” Tzofira could tell how horny Tye was becoming, Tzofira knew that Tye was watching them, Tye was salivating at the thought of Jonson or one of these beautiful sex toys, lining the walls in honour of their passing, as an erotic sexual playmate.

He pushed Tye forward just after making his statement watching Tye’s magnificent buttocks and strong upper back musculature glisten in the brightening light; They had reached the golden doors, the passageway into the Solar Altar Sanctuary, golden light like a rich and beautiful sunrise caressed all their bodies.

“Jonson!” The voice got Jonson’s attention.

“Good luck, gah” He was slapped to silence. It was Casey, the now retired Pleasure Prime, he and Fin were the final two of the Temple stock tied on the walls leading to the Solar Altar Sanctuary. Casey was wearing a light brown string thong, his impressive bulge wet and his body covered in sacred oils, he and Fin on the opposite wall were forced to watch as the new Pleasure Primes were taken to Altars.

Zephir stopped and turned toward Jonson and the little procession.

“Halt” He said, walking over to Fin and caressing Fin’s impressive thong bulge, he licked it, tasting the ex-Pleasure Prime’s juices.

“Exquisite, these will continue to produce the highest-grade semen!” He then looked toward Casey.

“Increase their production quotas!”

“They are erotic gods, just like you Boi Rah Daim and Boi Rah Yojin, they will provide cum products for many years, they have survived the Solar Altars on many occasions, many Solar Transitions, and they have fed Danteros well. It is only fitting they witness your first Pleasure Penetrations.”

Their attending priests held Casey and Fin’s heads upward, grabbing them by their hair, and forcing them to watch as the Golden Doors opened, they dared not speak any further, they struggled valiantly as the heat and light flooded out of the Solar Altar Sanctuary.

“Prime’s Path, gentlemen!” Zephir said ignoring Casey and Fin’s struggles at the entrance.

“This pathway is lined and studded with amazing gems from across the universe. Tzofira often delivers fine jewels from your planet, and we ensure they are installed in the pathway. It is called Prime’s Path because your pleasure will be primed in this sanctuary, it is also a pathway to the most primal and erotic facets of your soul. It is the beginning and pathway to the sumptuous journey that you must take before you can offer Danteros your pleasure for him to enjoy before your sacred semen can be harvested from your magnificent bodies.”

“Take the pathway to pleasure Boi Rahs, the ‘Prime’s Path!” Zephir ordered.

He stepped aside and motioned for Jonson to be forced into the warm room. His attending priest forced Jonson forward and Tye was forced closely on Jonson’s heal. The glistening of the gems and precious stones caught their eyes as they were forced forward along the golden pathway.

They were halted at the step to the Altar level.

“Stop here!” The priest said grabbing Jonson and forcing him up on the end of the long step which extended around the raised section where the two Altars were situated. Tye was reefed up next to Jonson and the priests forced their legs apart, their backs to the Altars.

Jonson looked at Tye, and then around the Sanctuary, struggling with the ropes binding his wrists. He noticed Zephir and Tzofira making their way along the path and Zephir was swinging a chain with a huge glistening gemstone, it reflected and refracted dazzling glints of light as they moved slowly toward the two Pleasure Primes waiting on the step to their waiting Altars. Zephir was reciting Attican Pleasure Law as he proceeded, Tzofira held the sacred golden ropes of restraint.

Around the Sanctuary from what Jonson could make out as he and Tye fought their bonds, Behind them there were two shiny golden X-shaped Altars, he could feel the heat radiating from the Altars. Around the Altars and positioned on fixtures around the Sanctuary were different shaped mirrors, or what looked like mirrors. There was no roof, no ceiling, the Altars were specifically exposed to solar intensity from the Attica’s two suns. He could see the larger far distant sun approaching from the left-hand side of the open roof cavity. The smaller and brighter ball of solar energy was approaching from the right of the Sanctuary. The reflectors were capturing the heat and light into the sanctuary.

Placed around the sanctuary five of the Zorah Stones like the ones they were tied to during the Transmission Anointing Rites. These giant penis-shaped smooth stones emerged from a bulging scrotum-shaped base. The Sanctuary was hot and steamy. But before he could conclude his survey of the Sanctuary, he was halted by his Attending Priest who grabbed his sexy blond long fringe of hair forcing his head upward and backward. He heard Tye’s cries; his head too was forcefully wrenched backward.

“Gah!” Jonson blurted out, seething with erotic energy but also in shock and anger at their treatment of him and Tye.

Jonson then felt fingers on his bulge and buttocks, someone licked his lower bulge, and fingers explored the heat between his buttocks. He felt delicious but discrete pleasure forming around his sensitive penis' glans, like a small lasso. He thrust his hips forward in response, but the attention was withdrawn.

It was Zephir; he was required by Attican Law to inspect the Pleasure Prime’s erotic garments before installation of the Pleasure Prime to their allocated Altar.

Jonson heard Tye’s delicious sigh as Zephir inspected him. Jonson could not move his head, the pressure exerted by the Priest ensured that he could not move his head from looking upward toward the two suns directly over the Sanctuary.

“The Pleasure Primes are delectable!” Zephir said.

They had been approved to be tied to their Altars.

“This is the Solar Array Altar Sanctuary Boi Rah Daim and Boi Rah Yojin, you have been forced to look upward at the converging suns, soon they will transit, and the dual solar eclipse will mark the beginning of your first Attican Pleasure Cycle. The solar intensity will activate the sacred Elixir of Delight which we will massage into your heaving bodies. Every muscle and tendon will ignite in readiness to accept and store the pleasure energy that will ignite in your sacred bulging thongs. Pleasure will germinate and develop it will fill them; it will thrill your penises. Your bodies will generate semen ready for harvesting at the end of the day when your bodies are finally permitted to enter the Delectorium for you to be tied before Danteros. He will feed on your pleasure; he will gorge himself on the delicacies your bodies have to offer. When he is full, then you can feed others for the remainder of your cycle!”

“In thirty days from now, those suns will transit once more, and your Pleasure Cycle will re-commence. You are Pleasure Primes - the feeders for Gods and royalty, for dignitaries and envoys from distant planets. Your cum shall be plentiful, it shall be sanctified each Solar Transition and harvested according to Attican Law!”

Zephir then licked each of their bulges, enjoying the way they struggled in their bonds.

He continued.

“These Altars have been made specifically for you Boi Rah’s, shipped by matter-transfer from our close ally, the King of Erotica, his craftsmen have built specific pleasure generation technology mined from the same region as our much-loved Zorah Stones. Erotica has become a centre of excellence in our galaxy for the extraction of, and crafting of, pleasure management. His Grace, the King of Erotica will arrive on Attica several days after your pleasure harvest in the Delectorium tomorrow morning. He has requested to meet you and to milk you!”

“Fuck you!” Jonson screamed upward toward the sky; he wanted to scream at the High Priest but the Priest's continued grip on his hair had not abated.

“Each golden Altar has your Boi Rah Name inscribed, the pleasure technology will learn your body, it will learn your bulges, it will reach into your souls and minds and find your most erotic desires so that it can flood your minds with only that which makes you crave, which you have never shared or ever would share!”

As Zephir spoke, Priests began to enter and surround the edges of the Sanctuary, those who had qualified to be present at the pleasure penetration were looking onward, most already wet inside their sacred ceremonial loincloths. They wore thin golden head crowns and the number of golden links on their head crown signified their rank in the Priesthood; one link was junior to those with two links and the highest-ranking priest sported three links. These would be the attendants during the afternoon; basting the Pleasure Primes, keeping them hydrated. They would also be used in the pre-cum management, ensuring the plentiful supply from each Pleasure Prime is massaged back into the bulge or onto the Pleasure Prime’s heaving helpless body. They would also be responsible for directing the solar refactors ensuring optimal Solar Intensity throughout the Pleasure Penetration Rites.

The Sanctuary was overseen at the southern end by a large golden eye positioned above a set of golden lips beneath the eye, these represented the all-seeing eye of Danteros and the Deity’s hunger for pleasure. Once the Pleasure Primes were in place and the High Priest had commenced the Pleasure Penetration, the golden eye would glow, lit from within and around the outside of the eye; the large set of lips was ready to absorb some of the Pleasure Primes’ plentiful pre-cum offerings. The higher-ranked priests were required to supply the lips with sufficient quantities of pre-cum offerings. Denying the lips their diet of Pleasure Prime juice during the period of penetration would result in severe punishment and even death, so the Sacred Priests of Pleasure Penetration were required to maintain the Pleasure Prime’s body and bulge worship and to ensure that the Prime’s pleasure was enhanced and refined throughout their hours of penetration.

The final official permitted into the Solar Sanctuary was the Artisan, the creator of the Pleasure Prime’s erotic garments. His skill and dexterity in creating such beautiful and powerful Pleasure Prime adornments had earned him a place to witness this most sacred and erotic ceremony. Jampur entered the Sanctuary and stood between two of the Sacred Priests of Pleasure Penetration.

With the Sacred Priests of Pleasure Penetration in place, Zephir then ordered the commencement of the Pleasure Penetration proceedings. He spoke words, so ancient that even Tzofira could not understand, but his babble began to include language that the Pleasure Primes, Tzofira and the Sacred Priests of Pleasure Penetration could understand.

“… Rabortu gardufkrohh!” The ancient Attican tongue ended there, but the High Priest continued speaking in the tongue that everyone could understand.

“…The Solar Temple is sealed for the duration of the Pleasure Prime’s Penetration!” He turned and looked up toward Jonson and Tye, still struggling up on the step to their Altars and still being forced to watch the converging solar show above them.

He presented Jonson and Tye.

“These are the truly anointed and truly confirmed Pleasure Primes of Attica, bound before you and bound before Danteros as the bearers of the holy rivers of pleasure. Erotic creatures adorned in holy and erotic loincloths.” Zephir caught Jampur’s eye as he spoke the words. “Their bodies are adorned not only in erotic garments, but they have received and are developing their sacred Mantles of office. The protection and sustenance they need so that they can maintain their sacred offerings of pleasure and pain!”

The Priests holding Jonson and Tye’s heads backward let go, allowing them to shake their heads and look around the Sanctuary.

“Look Pleasure Primes, these men surrounding the Sanctuary are here to serve you, to worship you and ensure your pleasure penetration torture is long and fruitful. They will ensure your bodies are tightly bound, your bulges are administered the sacred Elixir of delight and that your pleasure build is intense, deep and profoundly vivid. Your lives depend on it; on Danteros’ satisfaction.”

He looked at the Eye and the Lips of Danteros.

These holy artefacts will oversee every Pleasure Penetration on these sacred days, the lips must be fed your Pre-cum, Pleasure Primes, so your time tied to your Solar Altar must be fruitful!”

Tye was super horny, but the depravity of what these aliens were planning to put he and Jonson through was making him angry and desperate to free himself, he pulled desperately trying to release his wrists from their bindings and dislodge his shoulder from the Priest’s strong grip.

“Fuck you!” He screamed, fighting the bonds and causing Jonson to join in.

The sight of both Pleasure Primes struggling only fuelled the lust-filled expectant environment. Tzofira shuddered at the sight of Jonson and Tye’s struggling bodies, he nearly succumbed to his first orgasm of the afternoon, but he was able to contain his excitement, only just.

The High Priest then ordered the installation of the Pleasure Primes; the Solar Transition was due in the next hour, he needed them tied to their altars and their bodies massaged in their individual and personalised Elixirs of Delight, and that they be ready for the intensity of heat that would be directed onto their helpless bodies to initiate the Pleasure Penetration.

“The Pleasure Primes have trodden the Prime’s Path…” Zephir referred to the jewel-encrusted pathway to the Solar Altars.

“…We have witnessed their bondage; it is time to stretch the Pleasure Primes on the Solar Altar in readiness for the Solar Transition.”

“No, please no!” Jonson screamed out.

But four hefty priests grabbed him and lifted his struggling bound body upward. Tye was also lifted by four other priests. Their arms still bound, their struggling bodies were maneuvered above their allotted Solar Altar and the priests around the circumference of the sanctuary began a slow ominous chant.

Tye looked down, he tried squirming from their competent grips on his limbs, he looked downward; to see the X-shaped altar encrusted with green stones, he noticed the deep golden grooves built into the device. The central nexus of the altar was glowing, it was awaiting his body, he could tell.

A priest untied his arm bindings and his arms while free momentarily were wrenched outward from his body.

Tye also noticed Tzofira standing on the step to the Altars; he was holding out the sacred golden ropes. But Tye was caught up trying to struggle and free himself from the Priests’ grip on his body, they maneuvered him onto his Altar, and he fought them, twisting and turning until he felt the ropes encircling his wrists and ankles, they encircled his arms twice and ankles twice before they used a tightening device to twist the rope several times and tightening the restraints uncomfortably tight.

He was spreadeagled, beneath the harsh Attican mid-day solar heat. He looked across to see Jonson tied helpless like he was.

“Whatever happens Jono, I love you!” Tye said looking across to Jonson.

Jonson was struggling and testing the tight ropes, he couldn’t budge any of them. He tried lifting his hips, he had some movement there but otherwise, he was stretched helpless before his captors. He lifted his head and turned to Tye.

“I know!” he said smiling at his beautiful boyfriend.

He returned his gaze over his helplessly stretched heaving body. Zephir was standing between his stretched legs, positioned directly over his heaving loincloth.

Eclipse will continue soon.

⁺ The Factory was referred to in Part 2 Communion. It is the place where captured handsome young warrior enemies of Attica are taken to be prepared for service in the Temple and where The Five Warriors (Mitor, Ethon, Kai Jai and Kar) were chosen to become Tzofira’s play toys.