Soon they reached a narrow staircase that led down into the rock that the temple was built upon.
"We need to cover your eyes again, boy." The priest pulled out the black cloth and placed it over Tommen's eyes, leaving him in darkness.
The steps were flat and Tommen stumbled several times as he tried to keep up with the priests' hurried pace. His heart pounded again, and he nervously swallowed back saliva from his dry mouth. Had he really memorized the holy language? Was he supposed to prove something during the ritual? The atmosphere in the corridor was a bit intimidating, but Tommen was eager to see where they were taking him. When they finally stopped, Tommen wondered where he was. Some kind of chamber, perhaps?
Tommen heard two more sets of footsteps approaching before someone commanded loudly in a deep voice: "Open!" Tommen was pushed forward through another set of doors, which creaked slightly just like the first pair had done. They led him into a circular hall with large fires burning on either side of the room. It was comfortably warm inside, and they led Tommen to the center of the hall, where a strange-looking altar stood. Of course, the blinded Tommen was oblivious to all of this, taking each step carefully, trying to concentrate on the sounds of his completely dark surroundings. But no one else seemed to be here. "Is this the ceremony already?" he thought. "Probably not."
Soon Tommen was standing in front of the altar. The two priests slowly made him bend over, pushing his breast over it. Then they slowly pushed him further until Tommen could feel a large hole surrounded by soft fabric with his lower body. If he had to guess, he would say it was probably two hands wide. The priest moved Tommen so that the area of his cock and balls were inside this hole, while the weight of his body rested on soft fabric and pillows. Not being able to see anything, Tommen had no idea that he had just been placed on the altar, his painted ass perfectly presented upwards in one direction, while his cock was clearly visible from the other direction through a big circular hole that cut through the block of stone, forming a cone, the tip of which was the opening to his private parts.
Tommen stood still, feeling uncomfortable and not daring to speak or make a sound. He felt like he was about to be whipped, the way he was lying on that strange rock. But that could not be it. Since nothing was happening, he began to move his hips in circles as best he could, his chest scraping against the rock, the head of his cock hitting the edge of the cone, the cold marble making him shiver. The priests stood by the altar and watched. "Very nice," one of them finally purred, "this is going to be a great initiation! Stop moving now!"
Tommen froze in an instant, only able to hear the short breaths his heart made in fear and excitement. Then he felt soft cloth around his ankles. His feet were bound to the floor with soft linen. The cloth suddenly tightened, preventing him from moving his feet. "What... are you doing?" he dared to ask, but instead of an answer, they grabbed his hands, held his wrists tightly, pushed them further down over the altar, and bound him so that it was difficult for him to move. Tommen struggled, trying to keep them away from his arms. "Stop! Please, I don't want this!"
"Be patient, novice! You don't even know what will happen." The other spoke as well, continuing to tighten the cloth around Tommen's wrists. "Hold still!" Soon they were done and stepped back. Tommen tried moving, but all he could do was twist and move his hip slightly, grinding into the edge of the altar and moving his groin into the large stone hole between his legs.
"Why am I tied up?" he asked, but they didn't answer, only continued to stand by the altar, not speaking, only breathing. They stood there in silence for a while, as if waiting for something. Tommen didn't know what to do, and he wished they would speak to him. At the same time, he became aware of how his heart was pounding so fast, he thought it would burst. He felt scared. And alone.
A hand pressed down on his back, trying to calm him. Tommen slowly relaxed, his breathing slowing, waiting to see what would happen next. "Don't worry, boy, everything will be fine," the first voice reassured him. "We are going to oil your body once more and remove the Kaltheer. Then you will have one hour of silent prayer until the ceremony begins and you will be initiated."
Finally, some answers. Tommen felt a wave of relief wash over him. Relief that he now knew what was going to happen. Relieved that the Kaltheer would be removed before the ceremony, as he would have felt uncomfortable if he had to present himself to the inner circle in such a way. Relieved that - he believed - his cock was very well hidden in that hole in the rock in front of him. Oh, but how wrong he was in this.
"Alright..." he murmured, and soon he felt the oil being applied to his shoulders, lower back and ass. The hands felt warm and soft on his skin, and Tommen become more and more comfortable. "I hope they don't ruin the flower", he thought. But those thoughts quickly vanished as the hands began to lower, into his ass crack and over the base of Kaltheer, the pressure moving the object inside if him a little bit. The position of his body meant that the tip of the Kaltheer brushed directly over the spot inside him that always made him squirm with excitement. And so Tommen let out a deep moan, his body shaking in the restraints he was in, ass clenching and pushing back into the object. His head was starting to spin, he was longing for more. The priest at his back increased the pressure on the Kaltheer, pushing it down in a slow rhythm. "That feels good," Tommen gasped. "Ah, my gods!"
His own words made him uncomfortable, but the priest only chuckled. "You like that, don't you?" he said. "It's only natural, boy. Nothing wrong with that."
Tommen nodded silently, swallowing hard. Of course, his manhood was rock hard again, the tip brushing against the inner stone of the altar. A quiet laugh came from the other priest, "You're doing really well!"
Tommen felt warm, wet fingers reach between his cheeks, sliding in the oil he was smeared with, and he felt a firm grip on his hip. Slowly, he felt the object being pushed out of him. "Now the Kaltheer is going to be gone for good. Hold still, young novice." When he felt resistance, the priest played with his fingers around Tommen's stretched hole, causing him to whimper and moan. His cock pulsed, a long drop of pre-cum dripping from it, splashing onto the rock and slowly running down the cone out of the altar. "Almost there, boy!"
And indeed, soon the entire object was removed from Tommen's ass, the gentle fingers still playing around his rim. His ass felt empty, the hole opening and closing, longing to be stretched again.
"Okay, time to relax now. Relax and pray," the first priest told him, jokingly slapping Tommen's ass. "I think you will really enjoy this ceremony. Good luck!" And with that, they left. Tommen could hear their footsteps slowly fading away, then the door shut behind them.
Tommen was alone, bound, naked, and with his eyes covered. He could hear the fire cracking behind him and feel it's warmth on his naked body, but otherwise he could not feel a thing. He couldn't see a thing. But his cock was still hard as a rock and pressed against the cold rock of the altar, and it felt like a long string of cum was being drawn out of his cock. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself, but he was more nervous than ever. He closed his eyes and tried to pray, his heart beating hard in his chest. But he was so scared, it was difficult to concentrate.
Tommen's cock continued to jump, sometimes brushing over the cold stone. He closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing slowly. Suddenly he was grateful for the silence. The cold air was soothing on his skin, as was the scent of incense. So far, so good, he thought. After a while, he felt very proud. He had successfully completed the task given to him two days ago! He hadn't released any seed in the last few days, and the Kaltheer task seemed to be over as well! Tommen didn't want to think too much about the fact that he was naked at that moment. It was probably because he was being offered to be accepted by the gods tonight, and maybe that required nudity. The flower on his backside certainly made him look beautiful and like an offering. Having these thoughts, Tommen was able to relax a bit more until he could concentrate on his prayers. He began to chant softly, letting his voice resonate in his lungs. "Lord Gods, bless me! Make me strong. In peace, love and happiness! Help me during my initiation! Let me remember everything that I have learned. Let my body not betray me. Please guide me." He prayed quietly, the thoughts flowing naturally as if inspired by the temple around him.
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He was half asleep when he heard the big door open. Tommen raised his head, trying to raise his body, but the constraints held him firmly. He turned his head nervously, trying to take in as much as possible with his limited senses. He could hear a lot of footsteps entering the room. The air was filled with the smell of candles, incense and human sweat. No one spoke, everyone was quiet. The only sound he could hear was that of the cloths moving from time to time, the quiet sound coming from all directions. Tommen's body froze, growing tense. Suddenly the nervousness was all there again. He felt exposed, suddenly very aware of his nudity and his exposed butt. He tried clenching his ass cheeks together, trying to hide what was clearly visible for everyone to see. The naked, skinny youth was laying exposed on the altar, his golden skin glistening in the light of the fire. His beautiful ass was sticking upwards, the painted flower supplementing the wonderful sight. His legs were spread due to his restraints, the quivering virgin hole clearly exposed. His skinny arms were bound to the floor, while his head was quickly turning around nervously, eyes still hidden behind black cloth. And below his head, everyone had a good view on the young manhood, sticking out of the rock of the altar, jerking with every movement the young man made. Gradually the silence grew, allowing Tommen to grow impatient. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he heard a drum. The whole room vibrated to its rhythm, the loud sound filling the room for a few times. Then there was silence again.
"My dear brothers! Thank you for gathering here for our sacred ceremony! Tonight we are here for the initiation of a new brother of ours into the inner circle. Tonight, after we have prayed and worshipped the gods together, the submission ritual will begin." Tommen recognized the high priest's deep, powerful voice. "The initiates have to submit to the gods. They are to offer their bodies, their souls, everything they have. They must be grateful for this gift and show us that they are gift the gods like to receive! Tonight, we are going to receive a new youth, a young virgin who wants to join the temple! This boy, his body, his soul, his life, his very breath belongs to the gods! He has to show us how grateful he is, how much he is willing to offer us! If he fails to show us his obedience and his total submission to the gods, he will have to leave the temple! I would like to introduce you to the one who will be initiated tonight! Please, all bow down, and pray for the one who is about to receive our grace."
Suddenly, the cloth around his eyes was removed. Tommen blinked, trying to focus his vision. Once he was able to see, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. Many tall candles were burning brightly, illuminating the large chamber in the center of which he found himself. In a circle around him stood two dozen priests, wearing beautiful robes and simple sandals. This time, finally, they were not wearing masks, their eyes sparkling in the candlelight, looking directly at him.
Tommen glanced around, realizing that he was bound to a large stone altar, right in the center of the circular hall. Behind him, the fire he had heard when he entered the room burned brightly. His buttocks were widely exposed, the light of the flames dancing on his buttocks, making the beautiful image of the flower almost come alive. The High Priest stood in right behind him, wearing a robe that was mostly white with small red spots scattered across his chest. Tommen turned his attention to the floor in front of him. His upper body rested on the stone altar, he could finally see that his hands were bound tightly to the ground in front of the large rock. Just below his head, the altar had a huge opening in the shape of a cone, and to his surprise, his own cock and balls were visible on the back of the cone, hanging out of the opening in the rock. Tommen shivered. He felt very vulnerable. What was going on here? What was about to happen?
