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Eclipse - 10.Delectorium, Part 1

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 and Tye or Boi Rah Daim (Light-haired human seed) and Boi Rah Yojin (Stunning human seed), as they had been named by the High Priest of Attica, had been prepared in Solar Sanctuary on the Solar Altars. Filled with exquisite pleasure, their bodies and minds were consumed by the sensations, so powerful and intense, their horniness screaming for release, their bodies craving sexual contact. Only their mystical Mantles, the Pleasure Prime’s god-like power was keeping them from literally exploding. Their beautifully gym-toned bodies seething with seemingly insatiable delight and craving.

They had reached the holy State of Pleasure and were deemed eligible for transport to the Delectorium, the Tabernacle of pleasure, the place where Danteros would feed upon their pleasure, enjoy their bodies as they traversed the long delicious pleasure highway toward their first orgasmic offerings and harvest of semen. Their inaugural milking initiating the Festival of Cum throughout Attica.

They were ready to serve their captors a decadent service of sensual pleasure.

The consumption of food on Attica and on the planet had evolved over millennia; like many things, it had become ritualistic and undertaken as routine. Atticans had dispensed with the glorification of food and its consumption, opting to consume potent dietary meals in nutrient packs consumed privately and without any ostentation.

The appetite of Danteros and his demands were antipodal to the physical consumption of sustenance in Attica. His diet of pleasure, demand for bondage, and his insatiable appetite for both erotic elements had driven Atticans’ worship over the centuries. It produced a way of life devoted to emanating displays of Danterosian bondage and the consumption and enjoyment of inflicting agony and ecstasy. Atticans were, therefore, congenitally programmed neurally to value the hunt, the capture, and the bondage of magnificent virile men. Their domination of these powerful captives feeds their innate hunger and sexual appetite—a metaphor for, and a display of worship to Danteros, their insatiable God.

Their ultimate worship of Danteros aligned with the planet’s unique celestial attributes, and its dual suns’ Photopleasuric energy delivered through the atmosphere was considered a gift from Danteros to his people. Eroticism and sexual appetite were celebrated, and the 30-day Pleasure Prime cycle was revered and honoured during this regular erotic celestial event.

Danteros would dine in style; it had to be celebrated. A satisfied deity meant that Attica and its way of life would continue unhindered and protected as it had for Attican Millennia.

The Pleasure Primes had been heard throughout the temple precinct and even out into the jungle. Their screams and forceful moans were signs that the Pleasure Penetration had been successfully administered, and the handsome Earthmen duo had not succumbed to the intensity and veracity of such erotic torture. They were now regarded as certified Pleasure Primes and worthy of worship. They would feed Danteros.

Jonson felt the blood trickle down his ankles; his struggling had subsided somewhat, his body buzzing with every exertion of his musculature; he was bursting with need, bursting with sexual fervour. He couldn’t get Jai’s bulge out of his mind; it was all he craved, all he wanted, Jai’s bondage, his beautiful, struggling body stretched over his; the mere recollection of it made his bulge feel velvety and divine. He could hear Tye’s moans of delight; Tye was twisting his torso, trying to escape his bondage; he had become ravenous and desperate to exert his sexual verve on Kai.

They had become infatuated psychosexually to the stimulants used in the Pleasure Penetration, their fertile young minds corrupted, their magnificent bodies created in the very image of Danteros’ craving desire, locked inside the sexual bondage as much as they were bound physically. Tye and Jonson, the Pleasure Primes of Attica, had become seething vessels, salacious and libidinous.

Between them, as they struggled and writhed in ebbs and flows of erotic energy, Zephir was commanding Tzofira; Tzofira was holding out two Chalices toward his High Priest, filled with the semen harvest from two of his warrior quintet. One Chalice contained the semen extracted from Kai of Karthos, and the other contained Jai of Battingah’s seed. Warm, fresh warrior semen is prized and worth a fortune in the thriving market around their Solar System. Attican products, like the semen trade, were famous and highly prized on every planet and habitable asteroid in their system, given the potent photopleasuric energy unique to their complex system of planets and asteroids bound to the duo of Sols. Their place in Galaxy 34632106 was known as the epicentre of Eros, the leading ganglion of sexual decadence.

Outside the temple and along the route to the Temple’s lavish Delectorium, hundreds of hungry and horny men, controlled and policed by Temple guard Priests, waited patiently. They had been drawn like moths to light by the sounds and dazzling visual display of tornadoes of sexual energy swirling into the open roof cavity of the Solar Temple. The sounds of the Boi Rahs as they screamed and cavorted in ecstasy throughout their inaugural Pleasure Penetration, the sounds of the delicious warriors also sounded throughout the Temple grounds, calling Atticans and the worshippers of Danteros to their places. It was nearly time to view and revere the Pleasure Primes, now promoted to minor deities as they were taken to the place of indulgence, taken to satiate the fierce appetite of Danteros. The holy place so named the Delectorium.

“Your offering is accepted, Scout!” Semen, so rich in purity and import, the very essence of our enemies, is potent and symbolic of our power and strength!” Zephir said as he anointed Tzofira’s cheeks.

Smiling, Zephir watched as the enraged and aroused muscular Scout of Attica consumed and sucked the Warriors’ semen from his index fingers which Zephir had inserted in Tzofira’s mouth. Zephir wanted Tzofira to taste the cum first, taste it before he would feed the sacred juices to the Boi Rahs, firstly as they are presented before the Eye of Danteros and as they are delivered ceremonially to the Delectorium to be harvested in lavish orgasmic rites and displays of sexual arousal.

“Tie the Pleasure Primes before the Eye of Danteros; he will enjoy the anticipation of indulgence as he looks down upon their bound forms, prepared and offered to him to satiate his holy appetite for pleasure. Feed them the semen of our enemies; they must taste the fruit of our enemies and know their own defeat before the mighty Danteros. Display their bound bodies to him for his enjoyment.”

Tzofira tasted Jai and Kai; it was refreshing and satisfying, their cum mingling on his tongue, filling his mouth with sumptuous texture and flavour. He tingled all over, turning his head and smiling as he looked across to see the pair of impaled and helpless warriors panting and oozing more juices from their fragrant loin bulges.

He turned his attention to Jonson, watching as the Pleasure Prime’s ecstasy and pleasure drive continued to display in sound and luscious sight, Jonson’s magnificent form oozing in an oily sweat, turning and twisting, helplessly stretched on his Altar before The Eye of Danteros.

“You are pure sexuality - Pleasure Prime!” Tzofira growled lustfully, running his finger across the thin thong and loincloth straps, so wet and erotic. He fingered the side of Jonson’s loincloth, feeling the weight of the juices in the thin brown leather. He gasped at the beauty of the almost growling Pleasure Prime bulge. He couldn’t resist running his fingers on either side of the massive mound of sexual decadence. The bulge belonged to Danteros; it was indeed sacred as it was luscious.

“Your milking will be monumental Pleasure Prime!” Tzofira growled, “All good things come to good Bois!”

Sensation reverberated through his penis, his thong, tightly caressing his body, buzzed, pleasuring his balls and his buttocks and up into his rectum. Jonson lifted his head and shoulders upward, trembling in pure delight, drooling as he looked longingly toward Tzofira worshipping his mound.

“M milk me, I beg...” More drool spat from Jonson’s desperate face. “…fucking milk me, please?”

Tzofira almost ejaculated at the sound of Jonson’s husky supplications and the decadent feel of the Pleasure Prime’s sexual pouch.

“Your semen will feed Danteros!” Zephir said, his eyes still glowing.

“But pleasure is richer than the flow of semen; it must be shared, it must be celebrated, it must be craved and worshipped,” Zephir said, his eyes displaying the possession of Danteros’ erotic spirit and as he glided toward Jonson.

Like Tzofira, Zephir began to worship Jonson’s sweaty, oily body. His touch caused pleasure to swish and surge across Jonson’s skin and deep inside his body. Jonson had never felt so alive, crazed and sexually sensitive.

“So horny, so horny…” it was all Jonson could say repeatedly as they worshipped his bound form.

Zephir and Tzofira then moved over to worship Tye; they caressed his sexual body with precision until Tye was awash with a tide of seething pleasure sensation, his fruitful bulge delivering his potent pre-cum fruitful and luscious.

“Feed them the warrior semen; they are ready for presentation!” Zephir hissed, his eyes still fixated on Tye’s heaving oily chest, his finger carefully worshipping the Pleasure Prime’s erect left-hand nipple.

Tzofira had to pull himself away from Tye’s gooey mound; he could worship that beautiful sexual object for hours, feeling the pleasure energy, feeling Tye’s encased genitalia. It was decadent and indulgent, and Tzofira was straining inside his sexy ceremonial loincloth, producing his harvest of juice. He obeyed the High Priest immediately.

As he held out his hand to receive Jonson’s Semen Snifter, the Cum Chalice containing Jai’s freshly extracted jism, Tzofira could still feel the buzz of the pleasure energy pumping inside the Pleasure Primes’ sacred thong bulges. The chalice was warm in the hot afternoon. Photopleasuric light from the overhead sols bathing the planet in their joint heat.

“For Boi Rah Daim, the light-haired human seed!” Tzofira said as he approached Jonson’s straining and horny form. He was flanked by one of Zephir’s personal Priest attendants who stood behind Jonson’s head and lifted the Pleasure Prime’s head to receive the sacrament of semen.

He was looking over his oily, pleasure-crazed body. His head was forced upward and supported by the Priest; Jonson needed sustenance, anything; his vision was sometimes in focus, but now and then, when a pulse of pleasure enveloped him in a blaze of delicious fury, his vision blurred. He saw clearly at this point, and the sight of the boat-shaped saucier, its gold gilding filled with seed, sent ripples of sexual fervour and crazed desire through his mind. It was decadent and lavish, and Tzofira was caressing the chalice with care.

Jonson pulled on his bonds and strained toward the Chalice as Tzofira offered it to him.

“Drink of the cum, harvested for you, Boi Rah Daim, Pleasure Prime of Attica, partake of the fruits of pleasure as it caps off your first Pleasure Penetration. You will be fed this sacred sacrament until your first milking! And the harvest of your body is offered to Danteros!”

Jonson lapped at the warm semen with a tingling tongue; he was hungry, horny and fruitful. Pre-cum oozed over his bulge as he strained. Jai’s semen was silky and warm, flavour filled his mouth, and all of Jonson’s senses were now engaged in pure erotica; his body trembled as the Priest withdrew his support under Jonson’s drenched head.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” Jonson moaned long and hungrily.

They fed Tye the same way, administering his Semen Sacrament in the same manner as they had with Jonson. The sub-ritual of the Pleasure Penetration rites completed in due course, the Pleasure Primes were ready for their presentation, firstly tied before the Eye of Danteros, then taken from the Solar Temple through the streets, down toward the Delectorium, where their bodies, possessed with pure unadulterated, sub-orgasmic pleasure would be presented for inspection, before being taken into the Milking Sanctuary for Danteros to dine on their raging sexual verve.

Zephir ordered their release from the Solar Altars once the Sacrament of Semen had been administered. As the ropes were loosened, their wrists and ankles, bloodied by the afternoon’s vigorous and strenuous struggles, healed miraculously; such was the power of their Pleasure Prime Mantles.

But their wrists were not free for long; every on-duty Priest was ready to pounce if either Pleasure Prime tried escaping, but their expertise was not required. Both Jonson and Tye were so horny and sexually engaged they complied with the priests dragging them from their Altars and tying their wrists tightly behind their backs.

His weight on his bare feet, the feel of his tightly bound wrists, and his beautiful bondage made Jonson tingle. He tasted Jai’s essence in his mouth as he struggled and twisted his body. His hair was grabbed from behind as they forced his bound form across the floor of the Solar Temple. He was forced to look upward toward The Eye of Danteros. The Lips of Danteros oozed with mystical saliva drool.

Spreading his feet apart, Tye was forced to look upward also, his body seething with lusciousness, his tight thong clinging to his body; he struggled heroically, pulling on the bonds. He licked some drool from the corner of his handsome mouth, and he could hear Jonson’s moans of sexual satisfaction to his right. Tye had an eyeful of Jonson’s butt when they positioned him up to stand next to Jonson, presented to the Eye of Danteros. He craved his Jono; he had crazy sexual thoughts about what he would do to his beautiful partner if given the chance. It made the pleasure intensely delicious as it gurgled and rippled inside of him like liquid inside a bottle.

“Brrrrrrrrrrrahhhhhhhhhhhhh Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Jonson felt the sensation surge and then dissipate as if a wave of pure, delicious pleasure had just broken onto the beach of his body. He felt his thong bulge caress his genitals and the snake of pleasure work through his Urethra. The resulting pre-cum emission was orgasmic.

“Danteros is pleased with his Primes!” Zephir said, hissing as he glided around the bound Boi Rahs, admiring their beauty, lusting with every viewing angle of their luscious bodies. Zephir’s eyes, like The Eye up on the wall of the Solar Temple, were providing the deity with his lustful vision of the bound beauty and power struggling before him.

Touch them, my servant. Zephir could feel his God speaking to him. Feel their bodies, lick their buttocks; I want to taste their beauty; I must have them!

Tzofira could tell that Zephir was in a trance; channelling the very essence of Danteros, he, therefore, retreated toward the perimeter of the now holy sanctuary to be with his beautiful Five erotic warrior sex toys. He watched as Zephir inspected the struggling, bound Pleasure Primes, plotting and planning how he could use his Five Warrior toy boys in the upcoming evening events before and during the inaugural milking of the Pleasure Primes.

Zephir knew he was possessed; it was his Danterosian right as High Priest. He had become the eyes and embodiment of his lustful and salacious Deity.

Two Priests held Jonson, one controlling Jonson’s head with one powerful hand and the other hand firmly gripping Jonson’s shoulder. The other Priest attached a golden collar to the Pleasure Prime and stood holding the golden rope attached to the collar, ready to fulfil the High Priest’s wishes. Two Priests attended Tye in the same manner. They ensured the delicious erotic pleasure vessels were presented for Zephir’s inspection.

He licked Tye’s neck above the collar up and around Tye’s chin. The Pleasure Prime seething and hissing as Zephir’s tongue excited the liquid pleasure swilling inside Tye’s magnificent bound form.

“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Tye gurgled and struggled against his bonds, watching the High Priest lust his bound body.

He savoured the taste of the Pleasure Prime. Zephir’s hands caressed every bump and perfect curve on Tye’s body. Zephir spent several minutes worshipping both sacred captives. He had become the embodiment of Danteros whilst presiding in the sacred Solar Temple, and it was his holy role to examine and approve the Pleasure Prime vessels for release to the Delectorium for the first part of their sacred offering.

He growled in lusty tones as he inspected their buttocks. Jonson and Tye stood bound, seething in pleasure sensation. The State of Pleasure was visibly present in the manner that they twisted and fought their bondage in sensual and suggestive ways. Zephir approached Jonson’s bubble butt, licking the small and sexy rear flap of the Boi Rah’s loincloth. He tasted the sweat and pre-cum soaked into every fibre of the garment; he let his fingers caress each tanned, perfectly rounded hemisphere of Jonson’s tight cheeks. He felt with his fingers, and he felt with his tongue. He smelled the glorious odour of the Pleasure Prime and tasted the flavour of pleasure as his tongue licked the delightful cleavage crack. Zephir felt the thong strap emerging from the top of the Pleasure Prime’s warm sweaty butt cheeks. It was perfect, and it was erotic.

He stood back while his hands moved across to Tye, Zephir’s fingers lifting the rear flap of Tye’s loincloth to reveal Tye's perfect and muscly buttocks. But unlike Jonson, the High Priest did not worship the lusciously sexual object; he stood to the side of the bound Pleasure Prime, lifting the loincloth flap, displaying Tye’s glorious body to the Priests.

“This is to be worshipped! It is the property of Danteros!” Zephir announced as the Priests lined up and moved slowly behind the two deliciously intense bound Pleasure Primes. The Priests filed past, bowing their heads and chanting before the Tye’s exposed buttocks and Jonson’s butt draped with the sexy rear flap of his loincloth.

To the rear of the Altar room, and whilst Zephir was conducting his inspection and presentation of his sacred Pleasure Primes, Tzofira was at work. He used his time to organise the removal of The Five from the holy Solar Altar Sanctuary. He had only milked Jai and Kai in this observance of solar transit, but the others, Mitor, Ethon and Kar, had remained on the edge of their orgasms for hours whilst tied to the pleasure-generating Zorah Stones and witnessing the Pleasure Penetration proceedings. They had been tortured in erotic and cruel ways. Five beautiful young specimens of virility were horny and ravenously craving ejaculation.

Several Priests from outside the Solar Altar Sanctuary had emerged to direct The Five to the front of the Solar Temple, outside in the sweltering afternoon sun, where crowds had amassed along the route to the Delectorium.

“Take them to the marshalling area outside the Temple. Make sure Jai and Kai are at the front; I want to display them to the crowd, display their cum soaked beautiful bodies to the horny horde. Bring the Chalices filled their Cum; the food of the Pleasure Primes, the harvest of our enemies; it is to be worshipped.” Tzofira ordered the company of Temple Priests.

“Then transport them to the Delectorium and assemble them in the courtyard to await the arrival of the Pleasure Primes.!” He added to his orders.

Kai cried out, as did Jai; they were pulled off from their impalement on the Surge Pulsors, which they had been riding for hours. They remained ultra-horny, even after their delicious orgasms. Their cries indicated the sudden pain as their bodies were ripped from the raging dildo implements, yet also the grief of separation; Surge Pulsors were known to forge deep sexual bonds with the victims forced to ride them. Although it had only been several hours of sexual stimulation for these two warriors, the tentacles of attachment were already starting to take effect on their minds and virile young bodies. Tzofira knew the sexual and mental torment of dependence these implements could inflict, and he knew how the effect several hours of riding one can have on his young and impressionable victims. He smiled, watching as Kai and Jai struggled at the hands of the hefty Priests, tying their arms behind their backs, watching their virile bodies coming to terms with the separation from the Surge Pulsors.

He watched as Mitor, Ethon and Kar were taken away to the marshalling area. Tzofira, then indicated for Kai and Jai to remain momentarily. The Priests forced the pair of warriors against the back wall of Sanctuary as Tzofira paraded in front of them, watching them gasp for air at the strong hands of the big Priests gripping their necks and pushing their sweaty bound bodies against the wall.

“You two are the fortunate ones!” Tzofira scowled, looking at the warrior duo and touching the sides of their handsome faces.

“Bah”, Kai gasped, fighting the grip of the hefty priest suffocating him against the back wall of the Solar Altar Sanctuary. Kai’s eyes were filled with desire, yet they also conveyed his defiance of Tzofira’s strict and cruel rule. He judged his tormentor accurately.

“I’m not going to torture you, pair,” Tzofira paused momentarily as he watched Jai and Kai struggle for precious breath. “…Tonight!, In fact, I have something delicious planned for you both!” Tzofira paused again before changing his tone of voice.

“Take them to the marshalling area with my other sexual warrior toy boys!” He commanded, with a swipe of his right hand through the air in the direction of the entrance to the Solar Altar Sanctuary.

The Priests released their grips on Jai and Kai’s necks, smiling as the pair of once proud warriors crumpled down onto the floor, gasping for air. The Priests then dragged them out of the Solar Altar Sanctuary, outside to be tied to the rear of The Warrior line, behind Kar, Ethon and Mitor.

Tzofira would deal with them later.

Tye fought the bonds, but every movement of his body, felt deliciously erotic, and his penis felt so sensual as it slipped and slid inside his gooey man mound, lurking beneath the outer flap of his loincloth. Even the trickling of beads of sweat felt sensual and tactile as they formed and traversed his skin inside the heated holy sanctuary. He looked across to Jonson.

Fuck, so sexy, so hot.

“Jonson, you’re fucking beautiful!” Tye was able to say in a raspy sexual tone.

Jonson fought the ropes binding his wrists behind his back, flinging his wet blond hair, causing his sweat to fling across and strike Tye’s face. Jonson had a crazy sexual look in his eye.

Tye tasted Jonson in that brief lusty moment, the salty goodness of Jonson’s lather as it splashed onto his face; he used his tongue as evocatively and sexually as he could to convey to Jonson how much he wanted to fuck his blond bombshell boyfriend into next week.

Jonson’s enraged face and ribald look communicated to Tye how much he wanted Tye’s body.

But their erotic dance was quickly interrupted by the crazed High Priest, who was clearly lost in his Shaman-like warlock persona. Zephir was channelling Danteros’ lusty spirit, yet in a strange way, he knew exactly what he was doing; Zephir was both in the trance yet also outside of it and aware of his surroundings. Zephir was sweating and oozing sexuality; he had become the embodiment of his God. The lust, the anticipation, the veracious craving for sexual perfection, bondage, agony and delicious pleasure coursed through Zephir’s very being.

He looked at both their backs, their buttocks, their erotic wear, the way their pleasure-filled and hyper-horny bodies slowly twisted and turned, their impressive arms tied so beautifully in the sacred temple ropes.

“Silence!” Zephir demanded. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sexual and authoritative, and his words rippled across Tye and Jonson’s skin; the sound of the High Priest’s possessed voice seemed to reach inside them, fanning the flames of the raging, intense arousal.

They looked around over their shoulders, noticing several Priests of Pleasure Penetration flanking them; the Priests parted enough for Zephir to glide across the floor of the Altar Sanctuary as if he were gliding through the air. He moved so that he was standing between the pair of bound and holy pleasure vessels and the sacred wall of the Sanctuary, with the animated Lips and Eye of Danteros.

“Feel these words fan the raging sexual and holy energy contained in your bodies,” Zephir said as the remaining Priests of Pleasure Penetration all simultaneously bowed their heads and chanted the hymn of sexual lust.

His body was fizzing, his penis oozing lubricant and revelling in the feel of his thong pouch, Jonson looked up from gazing lustily toward his loincloth; he purred in unison with delicious sensation filling his penis; every word of the High Priest was pleasuring his body.

Fuck, his words are so erotic, can ’t escape the way they stimulate, fuck, my cock… Jonson felt his body shimmer in a wave of sexual decadence; pre-cum burst inside his loincloth thong.

“Yes, Pleasure Primes, my words are those of Danteros; sexual and powerful, I control your minds; your magnificent bodies are mine. I will dine on your bodies, your sexual desires will be laid bare, I will consume your long and satisfying orgasms, and your pleasure is mine to enjoy; it is holy.”

“No!” Tye tried to say, his body swilling with divine ecstasy as he fought his bonds.

Zephir’s grip on Tye’s handsome jaw interjected Tye’s erotic defiance. His strength was a shock to Tye as Zephir pulled Tye’s face left and right and as Danteros examined his handsome beauty.

Zephir then glanced over his shoulder toward the lips and the eye.

“I am Danteros manifesting. I am LUST, I am salacious.”

Zephir motioned for the priests to grab the Pleasure Primes, pulling their heads upward toward the Eye of Danteros on the wall of the Sanctuary. Their heaving bodies were being presented to Danteros, their toned legs spread wide. In defiance, they fought the priests' grip and forcefulness, causing their loincloth flaps to sway deliciously.

Like honey, their nectar attracted the High Priest’s attention. Zephir approached them, his eyes drinking in the erotic allure as their muscles flexed. Zephir chanted something unintelligible, his hands, one on Jonson’s narrow hip, the other on Tye’s hip. Zephir felt two thin leather straps, so lusciously drenched, sudoric, and tactile against their skin. He traced the thong strap, delving underneath their slimy loincloth flaps to the precious gifts lurking beneath. His hands, now accustomed to the luxurious Pleasure Primes’ bulges, revelled in the sexual decadence of the two decadent objects they held. Zephir smiled as he felt the luxurious pre-cummy moistness envelop his palms and ooze through his fingers; he let his hands coat in their rich erotic juice offerings: warm, sticky and perfect.

He stood back to watch them drool, knowing that the touch of his hands had sent ripples of sexual energy into their bulges and between their buttocks. He would make use of their thong bulges throughout the gastronomical evening ahead. Their bulges would be the focus of attention for every inhabitant of the Solar Temple; their bulges would feed the collective voracious lust.

He licked a small portion of their juices from each of his little fingers, tasting the superb texture and sweet, salty flavour. Zephir’s possessed eyes rolled around in their sockets; his very being tasted the first offerings of these newest Pleasure Primes. It was superb and decadent, and it was a clear indication of the quality of pleasure being held inside their sacred bodies. Zephir knew that Danteros would gorge himself on their satisfying offerings of pleasure.

So, Zephir turned his attention toward the Lips of Danteros. He glanced up toward the Eye on the Wall overseeing the Solar Temple; it was looking down at him. Danteros was clearly and magnificently aroused. Zephir knew that his job inside the Solar Temple had been a success; however, he had much to do to keep his lustful deity satiated. He stepped toward animated lips; they were drooling, and he offered his hands toward the lips, feeling their life-like texture.

“The juice of the Pleasure Primes, prepared for your consumption, they are bound before you; they are in the State of Pleasure, your sexual offerings, my magnificent Danteros!” Zephir bowed his head, but he felt Jonson and Tye’s sumptuous pre-cum being consumed from his hands.

His eyes turned red, and he turned toward Jonson and Tye once more. Snarling and breathing heavily, he ordered their admittance to the Delectorium.

“Danteros shall dine tonight! Take the Pleasure Primes to the Delectorium. Dissssssssssssssssplay their sumptuous bodies so all who gaze on them shall desire and lust.”

He then came out of his trance, smiling and fully aware of what had just occurred. He ordered several of the hefty priests who had witnessed Danteros’ possession of the High Priest to seize them. The transport had been prepared and was waiting outside the temple, waiting with crowds of lust-filled and excited men yearning for a glimpse of the newest, most sumptuous Pleasure Primes, prepared and ready to feed their mighty God his diet of pure pleasure.

Tye felt their hands like they had velvety gloves on; his skin was a sea of delicious sensation, his bulge filled with pleasure, and his mind was awash with sexual fantasy. The Priests forced him forward; he could hear his beautiful, erotic partner behind him. They were being marched out of the Solar Temple Altar Sanctuary. Every moment felt like a fantasy to him. Every step swished and stirred the pleasure inside his body like a cocktail being stirred before consumption. Their bodies had been transformed into elaborate and sexual vessels filled with pure and unadulterated pleasure.

Jonson’s eyes were totally focused on Tye’s back, specifically Tye’s honed butt. He was enamoured with the sexual majesty of his partner, and he wanted Tye tied up for him to play with, no! He wanted to be tied up for Tye to play with. He had to taste Tye; he had to feel this sumptuous body. Every movement of Tye’s body made his lust pulse and surge, just like the surges of pleasure filling his bulge. He knew he was oozing pre-cum; he could feel it emerging from his penis through little orgasms of delicious sensation. Drool also dropped from his chin, but Jonson did not care; he was focused on fulfilling his sexual fantasies of craving Tye’s Arse and that magnificent garment clinging to Tye’s body. He had to have it.

The suns were bright in the late afternoon; they were always hotter in the late afternoon, and they were now well into the departing sequence from their transit earlier in the day. The crowds were on edge and excited; the solar display, their intense heat and the sight of sacred Delectorium transport float and its ornate gilding, the two displayers waiting for the Pleasure Primes. It was an auspicious and erotic occasion; this was not just a normal milking festivity, it was the inaugural milking of the newest Boi Rahs, and the festival of cum was about to unfold.

Boi Rah Yojin appeared first from the temple gates out into the marshalling area, the majestic Pleasure Prime glistening in the humid heat, seething with pleasure, every step and movement of his luscious body causing him to writhe, moan and spit. Clear juices oozed from the sacred loincloth. He was majestic and erotic.

The crowd let out a collective lust-filled sigh.

Then Boi Rah Daim, the blonde beauty, appeared, bound and fucking erotic as he was pushed forward, struggling, seething with divine, unrelenting searing pleasure.

A second sigh of collective lust filled the marshalling area.

Magnificent temple milking stock had been tied to portable displays as a temple guard of honour, some naked, their bodies stretched, one next to the other on either side of the makeshift path to the gilded float; a red carpet had been unfurled between them. Priests attended each of the thirty or so milking stock. Enjoying fruitful bulges, worshipping their writhing bodies, each of the stock on the edge of orgasm, they too, like the revered Pleasure Primes, were drooling and oozing their sumptuous harvests of juice.

Jonson’s fantasies turbocharged when he saw the erotic honour guard. Tye, too, felt his lust power up stronger. Their superheated bodies brimming with heat and sexual fervour, craving bondage; the sight of beautiful helpless men being pleasured fuelled their horniness. But before they were to be taken down the steps from the Temple, they were stopped and forced to stand next to each other. Forced to look down on the erotic guard of honour, forced to look past the guard toward the impressive golden float and the pair of golden devices waiting for their bodies.

Fuck, I ’m fucking horny, I can feel the pre-cum oozing from my bulge. They are so erotic; look at them. Where are they taking us? Tye’s thoughts were coming thick and fast; his superheated, pleasure-filled body craved attention, he craved bondage, and he needed to cum.

Another golden transport, fuck, so horny. Must cum, must ejaculate.

Tye’s next stream of erotic thoughts was interrupted by the push from their grips on his shoulders; the pleasure swished inside his muscles and exploded inside his loincloth bulge as he was jolted forward down the steps to the red carpet. Hot semen shot onto his body from either side of him; they were milking the guard of honour as he and Jonson, behind him, were forced toward the golden float. The sounds of delicious orgasming men made his craving for climax even more pronounced. It was another erotic primer, one of several they would need to endure before their ultimate milking.

Hot cum hit Jonson; he could smell it and feel the beauty of it on his skin; it made the pleasure swilling inside him seem to tingle and fizz on his skin. He looked across to see these magnificently handsome temple milking stock men forced to orgasm as soon as Tye, out in front, approached them. The naked ones had their cocks, held by their milking attendants, aimed at him and Tye. The sounds of sexual satisfaction made Jonson scream in frustration; he pulled on the ropes binding his arms; he needed to wank himself into oblivion; he needed their cocks, their bulges in his mouth; he wanted more cum in his mouth, and he could still taste Jai’s cum, but he craved more.

They arrived at the float, their bodies glistening in sweat and semen; Jonson and Tye were seething in horniness, fighting the ropes, and begging their masters for their own climaxes, begging for their release from the erotic torture. Behind them, thirty men hung limp in their bondage, still oozing cum, moaning as their beautiful orgasms lingered. The priests of Danteros fed on penis or cummy bulge; not a drop of cum was wasted, and the sound of these sexual slaves lingered in the air. They would soon be returned to their cells to await their evening torture. It was temple policy to reward its slaves with doses of cruel torture after each milking.

But that was not the fate of Jonson and Tye, well, not just yet anyway.

Fingers ran through his wet blond hair; it caused Jonson to shiver in sheer sexual delight.

“Fuck”, Jonson purred, turning to see Tzofira standing close to him, both hands worshipping his head. Jonson felt the pleasure screaming inside him, buzzing his bulge. His hips thrust involuntarily at Tzofira’s touch on his head.

“You Pleasure Primes are fucking outrageously erotic!” Tzofira said, rubbing his bulge into Jonson’s butt crack, pulling their bodies together in an erotic embrace.

“I don’t usually use earthly profanities here on Attica; they…” Tzofira looked around at the masses of horny men all vying for a view of Jonson and Tye, “…wouldn’t know what I was saying, but your allure and erotic presence are overwhelming. Your milking will be monumental in Attican history! If I play my cards right, the High Priest will let me enjoy you or Boi Rah Yojin or both of you soon enough!”

Even with the supercharged pleasure invading every cell in his body, Jonson managed to muster his defiance, fighting his bonds, slurring his words and fighting Tzofira’s grip on his hair. He felt Tzofira’s wet bulge, the hard cock gliding between his sweaty buttocks as Tzofira rubbed his mound against his sweaty body.

“Tie them up on the float, display their erotic struggling bodies so the people can see the property of Danteros, so they can see the Pleasure Primes, in their State of Pleasure, waiting to be milked before our mighty God!” Tzofira ordered as he stepped away from Jonson’s struggling form; he wiped Jonson’s sweat over his bulge, purring in a sensuous tone.

Several Priests boarded the golden float and set to work preparing sacred Pleasure Prime Displayers. Boi Rah Daim and Boi Rah Yojin would be displayed in the centre of the float on slow-spinning devices hovering in place designed to stretch them helplessly and focus attention on their loins. The central hovering orb-like device fitting into the smalls of the backs, their lower abs tightly strapped to the back brace, their arms stretched to the extremities of the arm braces and tied in golden rope, their legs spread and tied to the free moving and adjustable ankle restraints at the base of Pleasure Prime Displayers. Zephir would stand triumphantly on the front, and Tzofira would stand aft. The people would be able to view the bodies of the Pleasure Primes from different angles as they rotated slowly, providing them the opportunity to see their magnificent writhing forms, oozing pre-cum, to witness their skimpy loincloths, to lust for them even as Danteros lusts for them. This was the peoples’ only chance to witness the Pleasure Primes before their admittance to the Delectorium, the holy place dedicated to Danteros’ feeding, the holy pleasure dining place, a place of bondage and sexual decadence.

It took several minutes for each of the Pleasure Primes to be installed on their Displayers; the Priests enjoyed the process, ensuring that both of the delicious Pleasure Primes were stretched and delectable in the hot afternoon sun. By this time, both of the solar system’s sols were well into their parting transits across the Attican sky. However, the same intensive Photopleasuric energy filled Attica’s atmosphere. It permeated the moist and humid air, constantly fuelling the sexual drive of the planet's inhabitants.

Jonson’s body was arched slightly; he was facing outward to the growing horny hordes, his body tingling all over as he stretched and strained in his bondage, the back brace pushing his abs and hips slightly outward in his reverse arching bondage. He enjoyed the feeling of the rope; he was so horny, so sexually driven, he desperately needed to see Tye, and he realised that he was turning clockwise, turning slowly, and he would soon be facing inward toward the centre of the float. He would get to see Tye. Jonson looked down over his pecs; he could see the top of his loincloth, his bulge pushing the outer flap outward, and just the feel of the wet, thin leather draped over the under-thong spurred tingles of sumptuous pleasure inside his thong pouch lurking erotically below. He felt his penis purring inside the sumptuous garment; he felt the tight strap between his buttocks. He raised his hips to get a better view of his sumptuous bulging loincloth, drooling at his own magnificence, pulling desperately so he could free his arms just to touch his majestic mound, squeeze the pleasure engrossing his penis inside the luscious wet thin leather caressing his genitals. The crowd applauded when they witnessed his hip gyrations and slow thrusts; they wanted to taste him, feel him as desperately as he needed to touch himself.

“Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Jonson twisted his head, moaning deeply as the spike of outrageously delicious energy shot up inside his anus, his buttocks tingled, and his bulge oozed copious juices. The energy felt amazing inside him, just like Tye’s cock when they made love. The crowd moaned in deep desire, in a collective lust, as they watched Jonson’s body tremble, watching him writhe slowly for their viewing pleasure. He heard Tye’s familiar sexual tone, the tone he used when Jonson came up inside him. Tye was being stimulated anally, just like he was. Jonson purred as his juices oozed down between his helplessly stretched legs. Several in the crowd orgasmed watching the erotic show, and they licked their cummy hands watching Jonson and Tye’s struggles.

Tzofira adjusted his loincloth, he was on the verge of another orgasm, and his penis was screaming for more attention; he held it together as he moved up the float toward the magnificent Pleasure Primes; they were well into their first rotation, making delicious erotic sounds as they writhed and humped the air in sensual rhythmic ways. He wanted to gag them but decided not to; the drool from their mouths was utterly enjoyable to watch; this pair were the most animated Pleasure Primes in ages, and the sight and sound show was beautiful to watch. He noticed Zephir turn from the crowds at the front of the float, his eyes still abuzz; he was in his Danterosian tranc againe. Zephir nodded to him to begin before turning back toward the front.

Several Priests took the thick golden ropes, readying themselves for the relatively short journey from the Solar Temple to the Delectorium. They stood ready for the signal to commence the commute.

Tzofira turned to the lusty, horny crowds.

“Behold the Majesty of the Pleasure Primes, prepared in the Solar Altar Sanctuary before The Eye of Danteros!” He glanced up at the two suns, now several feet apart, up in the sky in the afternoon heat above the planet. The more distant sun was brighter and more pronounced, and the closer sun seemed to shimmer as it magnified the more intense rays of its distant solar brother. They bathed the planet in humid photopleasuric energy, more so on this celebrated monthly transit.

Returning his attention to the crowd, Tzofira smiled.

“The transit heralds the start of the pleasure cycle for these new Boi Rahs! Do their bodies excite you?”

The communal groan from the crowd, followed by the roar of appreciation, spurred Tzofira on.

“They have been declared by the High Priest to have achieved their States of Pleasure, magnificent bodies, filled with holy pleasure; they must be handled correctly, bound before Danteros for him to feed. They will be milked in the manner of his choosing; he will have the first taste of the harvest of their bodies. Before the festival of cum begins, before the next transit begins the cycle once more in this…” He paused to look across to the Solar Temple’s entrance, “… holy place!”

By this part of his address, Tye and Jonson’s first rotation had slowly turned their helplessly stretched bodies inward toward each other. Their rippling backs and tight buttocks faced the crowd. So Tzofira approached Tye first, running his hands over Tye’s glistening back musculature, feeling the power of each honed muscle the gymnast had to offer.

“These muscles hold the holy pleasure which will be funnelled from his body, through his penis and through his bulge as he screams and writhes before his captors begging to cum. Mmm, so delicious!”

He then ran his fingers over the skimpy loincloth, which barely covered both hemispheres of Tye’s bubble butt; wet and tactile, the loincloth buzzed under his carefully placed fingers.

“Mmmm, these specially designed loincloths were made specifically for each Pleasure Prime by the Artisan, garments designed to regulate and generate pleasure in and by themselves; even when the Pleasure Prime is resting, he cannot escape his holy stimulation. The Artisan will witness the milking and will enjoy the spectacle with the other dignitaries when the harvest time comes!”

Tzofira could feel the anticipation in the crowd surrounding the golden float. He listened to Tye’s erotic outbursts of delightfully intense sound and the sight of the Pleasure Prime writhing deliciously at his touch.

“Do you like the sound he makes at my touch?” Tzofira asked the crowd.

Another collective groan from them was all that Tzofira needed; no one cried out or yelled over the crowd; they were all entranced by the majestic beauty of the bound young gods being displayed upon the golden float for their enjoyment. The collective groan deepened when Tzofira’s fingers delved beneath the outer flap of loincloth, lifting it upward so that the crowd, who were clamouring for a better view, could witness the majesty of Tye’s muscular buttocks.

“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Fuck!” spittle flung from Tye’s mouth, splashing on Jonson’s pecs as Tye flung his head upward abruptly, the spike of pleasure shooting inside and consuming his penis was glorious and enticing, brought on by Tzofira’s touch. The pre-cum shot made his front loincloth flap lift upward as he spurted.

The show delighted the crowd.

Tzofira then let Tye’s flap return to caress Tye’s tight buttocks; he turned his attention to Jonson.

Trembling and horny, Jonson, like the crowd, hungered like a crazed vampire for Tye; just the sight of his beautiful partner was spiking thoughts of what he wanted to do to Tye and what he wanted Tye to do to him; his body tingled as he watched Tye’s beautiful body straining inside the tight bondage of his Pleasure Prime Displayer. The device stretched Tye helplessly, pushing his body so that his loincloth was focal. Jonson felt his cock purring as he gazed on Tye’s skimpy loincloth, the wet outer flap dripping in sweat and juice, pushed outward by the glorious mound behind it. Tye never looked more sexual to him than he did now, twisting his body erotically and evocatively in the raging moist heat of the Attican afternoon.

Jonson was totally focused on Tye; he, unlike Tzofira, had forgotten the crowd; his mind and his pleasure-rich body just craved Tye, craved sex, craved penis and bulge. Tzofira, on the other hand, was enjoying the spectacle, and he knew they needed to get moving; he knew the High Priest needed to progress to the next stage of this momentous Pleasure Prime milking festival.

“Boi Rah Daim!” Tzofira said, grabbing Jonson by his wet blond hair.

Pleasure rippled across Jonson’s skin, and pleasure energy pushed each of his muscles to flex and twitch as if Tzofira was showing off a new toy like an enthusiastic salesman.

The crowd groaned in amazement as they watched and listened to the sounds of Jonson’s erotic submission, purring in delicious enjoyment of the sexual sensation reverberating throughout his body as Tzofira pulled on his hair. He was forced to look sideways past Zephir at the front of their float to the raging mass of horniness growing every second amongst the crowd.

“Light-haired human seed! The High Priest has named this Boi Rah appropriately, don’t you think? Such beauty, such muscular form, sheer erotic art! His seed will be harvested in tonight’s maiden milking extravaganza!”

Jonson clenched his mouth, gritting his teeth; the pain from Tzofira’s tight and forceful force was shocking yet completely and utterly erotic to him in his State of Pleasure. Jonson had heard the word milking, and an explosion of erotic expectations and thoughts flooded his supercharged mind. Pleasure exploded inside his bulging thong; the pleasure inextricably fused with his thoughts. He spat spittle from both sides of his mouth as his sexy blue eyes watched his captor while Tzofira toyed with him. He somehow managed some words in that explosion of pain and pleasure.

“Touch me!” Jonson begged in an almost whisper to Tzofira, drool dripping from the corner of his handsome mouth.

“He begs for attention!” Tzofira squeezed Jonson’s hair tighter, forcing Jonson’s head left then right, amusing himself at how his attention was fuelling the erotic powerhouse of Jonson’s young body with its supercharged libido.

“Look how he struggles for our enjoyment!” Tzofira glanced at the heaving testosterone-fuelled throng surrounding the float. His other hand delved down, around Jonson’s helpless body, to the Pleasure Prime’s butt.

Jonson felt energy coursing through his body, attracted to Tzofira’s tough on his bubble butt; the pleasure was alive and crawling all over him, coursing through his vascular system, in every muscle, but he felt it most at that moment, in his buttocks. He felt his buttock muscles twitching as Tzofira lifted his little loincloth flap to display his beauty to the crowd.

They clapped and screamed in delight, watching as the exposed Pleasure Prime buttocks flexed and clenched; the erotic show was pushing the crowd into a frenzy.

“Enough!” Zephir had turned his attention back toward Tzofira and Jonson’s writing helpless form.

“Danteros is eager to begin his degustation; he is hungry and eager to taste and savour their pleasure; he demands their bodies be brought to his Delectorium!” Zephir’s eyes were red and dazzling as he spoke, and while nobody noticed, they were all focused on the erotic show; up on the float, the animated solar effigy above the entrance to the Solar Altar had darkened.

It was time for the next phase of the Milking festival to commence.

“Bring us to the Delectorium!” Zephir ordered the Priests, who took up the thick, long ropes at the bow of the float. Three priests on each side heaved the hefty golden ropes onto their shoulders and pulled the float forward as the ropes creaked under strain. Several Priests took up the ropes at the rear of the float; they would be needed on the journey down to the Delectorium.

A kilometre away from the Solar Temple, down a serpentine road, and in a jungle-encased glen was Danteros’ feeding emporium, known in the expansive Temple compound as the Delectorium; this place of feeding and pleasure climax control was the Deity’s favourite venue for his gluttonous enjoyment of pleasure extraction and cum harvest.

The Tabernacle of Temptation, the Delectorium, comprises three distinct layers of decadence. It is set out in a long rectangular fashion, commencing with the outer courtyard, proceeding to the observation playroom, and finally to the most holy place, the Shibari Sanctuary, the place of bondage, harvest, and the sharing of pleasure.

The milking of the Pleasure Primes in the Delectorium directly following the Solar Transition heralded the commencement of the festival, a three-Attican week-long festival of milking and torture. The final week of the four-weekly festival was set aside for preparation and anticipation of the next solar transit and the next harvest festival. But for this holy month, the festival had commenced, and the Pleasure Primes were being delivered triumphantly to the Delectorium. New beautiful Boi Rahs will be presented to Danteros for his divine pleasure and the screams of their majestic and long multiple climaxes would reverberate out through the playroom of pleasure into the courtyard and into the erotic jungles of Attica. They would herald the start of the festival of Cum.

Jai, Kai, Kar, Mitor, and Ethon were transported to the Delectorium on Tzofira's order prior to when Jonson and Tye were installed on the float. Tzofira did not want their beautiful horny forms distracting the crowds’ attention from the Boi Rahs being transported to the Delectorium.

They arrived in advance, on a transport float, suspended in a tight rope net, their arms tightly bound behind their backs, their bodies squeezed together as they hung in the netting, sweaty bodies, cummy and pre-cummy bulges rubbing and sliding as The Five beautiful warriors writhed sensually, held together by their combined body weight. Their excessive horniness from their experiences in the Solar Altar room ensured that the sounds of erotic and sensual pleasure were amplified out to the horny crowd awaiting their glimpse of the Pleasure Primes. Their transport in advance to the Pleasure Prime’s float serving as an appetiser for the just-filled crowd.

The Delectorium gates opened, huge golden gates, both of which were in the shape of a beautiful thong bulge, they welcomed The Five to the outer courtyard of the Delectorium Tabernacle. No crowds were allowed until the arrival of the Boi Rah Pleasure Primes and the High Priest. Tzofira had given explicit orders to the Temple Priests and the Delectorium Attendants, and preparations for the Five, both outside in the outer courtyard and the inside Playroom of pleasure. Inside the Playroom, dignitaries from Attica, her many allies and suppliers, and several off-planet emissaries from the Cumbrian System region of Attica’s galaxy.

The dignitaries were entertained by several slaves from the Temples's semen facility. Traders in cosmic semen; many of the guests were invited as a reward for their valued custom; it was also an opportunity for Attica’s allies and guests to sample the unique supreme semen products harvested after secret recipes of torture preparation. There were torture shows, cum tasting, bondage presentations, bulge appreciation and hands-on torture workshops. The guests were being treated to a smorgasbord of bondage erotica while they awaited the presentation of the newest most fascinatingly beautiful Pleasure Primes.

Outside, The Five were lowered into a narrow semi-circle frame, each tied several feet from their neighbour around the wide semi-circle. Their Arms were tied above their heads, and their legs were spread to the ankle restraints. Once in place, the inner wall of their narrow frame was tightened against their heaving chests, one bar across their pectoral muscles, and another bar tightened across their quadriceps. A metal choker ensured their necks were tightly attached to the back brace of the frame.

The frame was long enough to serve as a backdrop to Tzofira's plans for the arrival of the Pleasure Primes. In the centre of the elongated semicircle frame were two poles flanking two devices and several Priests were checking the devices. Their virile warrior juices oozed from their loincloths to the floor of the metal frame. Kai felt pleasure energy still buzzing inside him from his time riding the Surge Pulsor, he thrust his hips deliciously, and clear juices flung forward, resulting in curls of juicy pre-cum rope. The others, too, still reeling and horny from hours of service in the Solar Altar Sanctuary, writhed in their bonds, locked into their positions around the frame.

The frame was situated at the rear of an expansive raised stage-like podium. It was only a foot or so off the polished hard surface of the outside courtyard of the Delectorium, but it was enough for the pending spectacle; they could hear the roar of the masses outside the gates of the Delectorium, a sure sign that that Pleasure Prime float was ready to make its arrival at the Delectorium. Each Warrior fought their bonds, watching as the lines of temple priests in their ceremonial white loincloths and the many Delectorium attendants dressed only in their erotic red thongs and golden sandals laced up their calve muscles and holding golden whips.

It had taken only thirty or so earth minutes, but it had felt like a long and arduous journey for Zephir; the road was full of twists and turns, descending its way toward the Delectorium in the Glen known to the many inhabitants of the Temple as the place of Shibari. The road was smooth, unlike some of the other roads used in the temple. It was used because of its many vantage points along its winding way, points that were packed with lust-filled horny men seeking a glimpse of the High Priest on his most holy of days and, of course, to see the beautiful cum cows on their journey to feed Danteros.

He was on his third rotation. Jonson’s pleasure levels were gurgling inside his body. Every muscle shimmered in delightful enjoyment, his tanned, wet skin sizzling in the afternoon sun’s blanket of hot and humid energy. His loincloth felt heavy, weighed down with the copious sweat and his seemingly endless production of juice.

He was in and out of normal consciousness, too; mostly, his sexualised mind was in a trance-like state, a dreamy world of erotic dreams and fantasy, his thoughts inside a cloud, a train of erotic desires and fantasy. They all focussed on watching Tye cum violently while he screamed for his climax. Every now and then, he would lapse back into reality and see Tye struggling and writhing, or if he was facing outward in one of his rotations, he would see and hear the crazed cravings of the horny crowd lining their descent.

They reached the gates of the Delectorium, and the crowds followed the float down Destiny’s Road. Jonson and Tye were rotated inward, facing each other, their magnificent bodies slowly twisting and turning, thrusting. Their eyes were crystal clear, and they locked onto each other's faces, lost in lust.

“Milk them!” Someone screamed.

“Torture them first!”

“We want to hear their cries!”

The crowd had turned into a fiery throng of sex-crazed savages; it was something about being down in the Glen, the historical and sexual significance of this venue and its purpose in their culture that fuelled such vigorous behaviour. Tzofira felt it; he was energised and excited, expectant to see his Five beautiful Warrior Sex Toys waiting for them, waiting for whatever cruel and sexual fate he had planned for them. But his attention at this moment was on his prize Boi Rahs. Their first milking, Danteros’ first taste of the pleasure generated and being generated in their delectable bodies. Fitting appetisers, main courses and desserts for Danteros to enjoy and drain. Carefully curated cum. Pure passionate pleasure would feed and satisfy Danteros and initiate a feeding festival that would last weeks.

He moved between the heaving Pleasure Primes toward the front of the golden float, bowing before Zephir, who turned toward his forwardly bent form.

“High Priest!” Tzofira said, his head still bowed. He looked at the floor of the float, wet with Jonson and Tye’s plentiful juices.

Zephir then gently lifted Tzofira’s chin causing the Scout to gaze upward toward his High Priest.

“Arise Scout, we shall feed Danteros this day! We shall please him and gather our rewards of power, influence and wealth!”

Tzofira rose to his feet and stood next to his High Priest, gazing at the huge gates, enjoying the beauty of their form and presence. Two huge gates shaped like two thong bulges presented an erotically imposing welcome to them.

“The bulging gates of the Delectorium, they welcome the Pleasure Primes to their inaugural milking!” Zephir said, feeling Tzofira’s tight buttocks as he embraced his Scout.

“You have an impressive body yourself, Tzofira; lift your loincloth flap so that your High Priest can gaze upon the beauty of your bulge. You will be rewarded for your service on this momentous day!”

Tzofira was trembling with expectation; he knew he was wet with expectation; he had tortured thousands, milked them too; he was a sexual demon, but Zephir’s words were the utterances of Danteros normally, but now, during the approach to the Delectorium, amid this most sacred service to Danteros, they were the embodiment of Deity, the lust of Danteros. He used both hands to lift the wet white flap of his loincloth; his bulge proudly, curving and moist, presented itself to Zephir. The centre of his sexuality, he presented himself to his High Priest.

Zephir knelt and fed, licking and sucking Tzofira, edging the Scout several times, filling his mouth with Tzofira’s plentiful juices while Tzofira stood trembling. After the third edge, Zephir stood up, his hands caressing Tzofira’s bulging white manpouch; he kissed Tzofira, transferring much of Tzofira’s pre-cum into Tzofira’s mouth.

“Taste the fruits of your sexual organ, your magnificent body!” Zephir said.

“Your cum will flow this day and feed them…” Zephir said, glancing toward Tye, his hands still firmly worshipping Tzofira’s impressive bulge. “…In the midst of their first long climax, as they spurt their sacred semen, you will cum in their mouths, this bulge…” he squeezed forcefully, “…will feed the Pleasure Prime as his offering of Pleasure, and cum unfolds in the Holy of Holies.

Pre-cum laced drool seeped from the corners of Tzofira’s mouth as he contemplated the massive honour that Zephir had bestowed on him. He could easily cum like a truck just contemplating the honour that had been bestowed on him, knowing that the holy of holies place was reserved exclusively for Pleasure Prime orgasmic offerings.

Zephir then let go of Tzofira’s energised buzzing bulge.

“But first, they will taste the Warrior’s cum extracted in the Solar Altar Sanctuary; they must taste the semen as they enter the Delectorium!” Zephir said.

He looked at Tzofira with a wry smile, “You have much work to do before you fuck their faces in the Holy of Holies, Tzofira!”

Zephir kept smiling, turning his head toward several Delectorium attendants waiting at the gates of their most sacred facility. His words were that of a god: loud, forceful and authoritative.

“Open the gates!”

Thanks for coming along for this fantasy ride. Jonson and Tye will return soon…

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