Fae Temple Slut

Gawain stood at the stone gateway in the back garden of the huge stone mansion. The corset was hanging on a frame just beside the gateway. He sighed. Of course it was there. It was fine to take a faery lover, even a male one so long as they were bound and restricted. The thought of losing flight, dulling his magical senses made him shiver but he slipped off his shirt and started unbuckling the straps.

He had never imagined that this would be his life. When he was presented to the oracle and she had read from the books of time the secrets to his destiny and greatest joy, he thought it would be something simple. He had shown promise in transformation, in garden magic, in fire bottling. When she stepped forward and told everyone that he would be wearing the collar of service and entering the erotic order he had been so shocked he almost dematerialized. He could feel everyone's eyes on him. Everyone that he had known his whole hundred years of life watched as the delegate for the holy erotic order stepped forward with a smile and a leather collar.

"No!" He cried. "There is a mistake! I can't do that! I can't be bought and sold!"

Even as he said it he knew that it was a lie. This had always been what he wanted. Cheeks burning he let the Master put the collar on him and lead him around the stage to a waiting area for the newly destined. Men and women he had known for decades stared at him in open shock. What was worse were the few who smiled just a little. They had known. They had known that deep down he was a slut.

This would be an easy assignment. The young lord waiting was from a terribly powerful family who had made it clear that so long as he was available every year to impregnate his wives the rest of his life was free. He liked Gawain a lot and had paid the temple handsomely for the night.

Tucking the last free ends of his wings under the leather Gawain put his shirt back over his shoulders leaving the corset exposed. At the back door the lord greeted him with a smile and a possessive hand around the waist. They kissed hard in the doorway, cool night air mingling with the warm smells from the kitchen. Gawain didn't miss the hand checking oh so subtly that the straps were tight and secured. Then the lord's hands went downward to check that other things were unsecured. The faery felt a sudden electric shock of arousal. This was what the book saw and what those smirking peers saw. This was why this was his fate. He loved being helpless.

The lord led him into the kitchen and they made a meal. Moving around each other in the kitchen the lord fondled his ass and dick. Then when the meal just had to simmer or bake there was a few moments of idleness that they put to immediate use. The lord sat back in a kitchen chair and pulled his trousers down gesturing to his slut. Gawain immediately knelt down and started pleasuring him with his lips and tongue, bringing him to full hardness before forcing it down his throat. The lord grabbed his head and pushed it up and down fucking his throat unrelentingly. He glanced at the oven clock.

"Two minutes left. I'm allowed to choke you for three.." he leaned back and closed his eyes.

His throat burned from the pressure and from not being able to breathe, but he had been well trained. He didnt fight or pull back, he didnt struggle, he let his master fuck his throat non stop until the clock rang and he pulled out with a groan. He wiped the spit and precum off on the faeries face and went to check on dinner. Gawain cleaned his hands but left the beads of foam on his face. The lord liked him to look as slutty as possible. The sight of his own dick straining against the cloth restraining it reminded him that the lord wasn't the only one.

The training had started with dance and theater and philosophy. He learned how to control every part of his body, how to play any role, and why the erotic temple was the core of fay identity. By the time he had been advanced to sexual abasement he had been dreaming of it every night. In the training center he could see the pain sluts being tied out on x beams and whipped in the dawn cold. He could hear the sounds from the practice rooms, the shouts and excited screams.

He had started making mistakes in order to get punished with glory hole duty. It involved having a leather hood put tight over his face leaving only a hole for his mouth and being tied on his back to a table with his head hanging down. Revelers from 15 realms visited Fey temples. Most of the services were expensive, some cost more than small nations, but the glory holes were basically free. He would lay there unable to see for the 2 or 4 or 8 hour stretch he had managed to get punished with. He could hear talking and laughing as the display of naked faeries was at the front of the temple. Over and over people from the crowd would come over and grab his head and shove themselves into his mouth. He could tell the species by shape after a while. The dragonkin had huge dicks that were perfectly smooth. Their cum tasted spicy and they liked to try and fuck longer than the timer allowed. Other fey were smaller and tasted sweet. They knew why the glory holes were there and were full of love fucking throats and running their tongues over the exposed chests. Humans were all different sizes and tended to taste like piss or leather. Some were loving but most told them what stupid whores they were while coming back every hour to fuck them again. So many others and Gawain wanted to service them all. Wanted to be fucked and humiliated or adored and fondled or punished or beaten but above all else fucked!

When the meal was over the lord led the way up to a warm bedroom. His eyes were like fire as he stripped them both. Even the corset came off, Gawain's wings spread out as the lord pulled him onto the bed and tried to push into him.

"My lord," He stammered, trying to pull away.

His eyes were still like fire grabbing the smaller Fey by the waist and forcing his legs apart. Gawain managed to get off him and stumbled back across the bed.

"We have to be safe, my lord. You know the rules."

"I'm always safe," He said, grabbing his wrist and trying to close the distance. "Tonight I want to be naughty."

The faery held out the condoms like a holy shield and he finally relented and let him put one on. It was just a moment later that the lord pulled him back on top and pushed into him all at once. Gawain gasped as he was forced open but that was drowned by more kissing. The lord pumped his hips upward and drank in the fey's mouth and neck and grabbed his wings roughly as his thrusts got faster and faster. Now it was his turn to gasp as he lost rhythm and pushed the faeries hips down hard and came deep inside him.

The graduation ceremonies for newly minted temple sluts were elaborate. Students would meet patrons of the temple of course, but were not available until graduation. Gawain had over 120 people pay to attend his graduation. When he first heard the number he panicked.

"Will I have to submit to all of them in one night?" He asked his senior teacher, his eyes wide. The usual number was around 30 and some had as few as 1 or 2. His teacher cupped his face in her hands.

"Of course not my dear," She purred. He sighed with relief. "In a situation like this we set you up on a stage and the attendees draw lots for order. They will stop when you pass out of course and I doubt that you will be able to take more than 50 before that. The rest of the attendees will then be your first clients." She patted his pale face and reached down to tug on his collar. "You will do wonderfully, my pet."

The lord wanted to be fucked as well. From behind, gripping the headboard and grinding his ass around on the Fey's cock. Condom on (with no fight this time) Gawain loved the feeling of topping him. Running his hands up the bare and naked wingless back. Feeling the muscles shift and he pushed him forward moaning into the headboard. Like every other kind of pleasure he had studied for this, He sped up until the body under his was shuddering with excitement and then slowed down to run his hands along the man's sides. He wrapped his arms around his chest and pressed against him sped up again. Once the lord was lying limp and sated beneath him the faery turned to his own pleasure and came inside him. Sweat dripped from them both as they threw the top blanket and the tumble of used condoms onto the floor and curled up together for the night.