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Eclipse - 12.Delectorium, Part 3

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

Previously

The inaugural milking of Attica’s Pleasure Primes is eagerly awaited. They have arrived and are being displayed to the horny crowd of men assembled in the Tabernacle’s outside courtyard. Jonson is about to be joined by a sexual-synchronaptic connection to Jai, one of Tzofira’s sexy Warrior sex toys. Tye is poised similarly to Kai, another of Tzofira’s sexy Warrior toy boys. They will be joined in an erotic union to keep the courtyard hungry horde happy and fed.

Inside the Tabernacle, the imposing Delectorium building awaits the erotic fate for Jonson and Tye. Royalty awaits their pleasure! The entire temple awaits the inaugural milking of the Pleasure Primes.

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

The order was clear and concise. Zephir turned from the crowd, and Tzofira nodded his head toward the Delectorium Attendant he had deputised on his arrival, the attendant having taken up position at the control panel, smiled as he placed both index fingers on the slider arrays. The control slides, glowing with orange ebbs of light, haptically vibrating under the handsome attendant’s touch.

He slid the controllers upward as he watched Tzofira smile across the stage at him, there was an erotic and sinister look in the Scout’s eyes, it made the Attendant shiver in delight, he had never felt so horny and ready for what was to come.

Tye felt the pleasure snaking itself through his cock, like a worm, the diabolical glove of pleasure engulfing his body, raping his mind, had taken on another ‘persona’. He felt it explode inside his penis, the pleasure exploded, engulfing his bulge, sensuous, stringent and delicious.

“AGHHHHHHHHHHH” Tye screamed, thrusting his hips forward and upward as the connection exploded in his penis. Tears of pure ecstasy flowed from his eyes, his vision blurring and stinging, he felt warm pleasure-invoking juices flowing inside his urethra, his penis was alive, he could taste the pleasure as much as he could feel it. His wrists were pulling desperately on the tight restraints; he needed to worship his bulge.

Then his vision cleared, but he was fixated on Kai’s luscious thong bulge. Tye could not look away if he tried; he wanted to look down to his own bulge, it felt so luxurious and sensual, but his eyes were being controlled by the machines, the pleasure. He couldn’t tell. He could hear Jonson’s delightful screams, but Tye could not turn his head or avert his eyes. His body was shimmering and tingling. The warrior’s bulge was so beautiful, luscious and sumptuous, its curves, the glistening of pre-cum and sweat, the allure of the genital-packed pouch was driving Tye’s mind. The bondage, his bondage, Kai’s bondage.

FUCK! H Horny as F U C K

Tye’s mind opened and visions of his own helpless body flashed in his mind, his penis pulsing with shivers of pleasure, he felt the wad of pre-cum, hot and sumptuous flow from his cock, like fizzy water, his bulge shimmered in delight, he noticed Kai’s body vibrating as the virile warrior screamed in delight, Pre-cum exploding through his thin thong pouch, Tye could feel it, feel what the sexy warrior was feeling.

He did it involuntarily; something was driving him, the pleasure was alive and voracious, it was controlling him. He thrust his hips, causing his pre-cum to lasso; a rope of thick Pleasure Prime juice flung across toward Kai of Karthos, landing precisely on the top of the warrior’s thong bulge, its force causing it to splash through Kai’s heaving abs, up onto Kai’s lips.

The Collar was tightening ever so slowly, his skin tingling. His bulge was on fire, flames of pleasure were engulfing him, Kai wanted to look down at his genitals, he couldn’t, the collar did not allow that luxury, but he tasted the Pleasure Prime as the thick and warm sweet jelly-like pre-cum splashed up over his body onto his face. His pleasure spiked when the wad had connected with his thong bulge, it caused his penis to move like a snake inside his hot slimy pouch. He was crying out in unison with the magnificent Pleasure Prime stretched helplessly beside him.

He is So Beautiful, so Sexual, his pleasure is so delic - ious - Must have more.

Kai’s mind was being controlled, his desires, his sexuality were being usurped and possessed. He could feel Tye’s penis, he could taste the luscious bulge it was mysterious and sensual, he had lost control, his senses were engaged, enraged and sensitive. His vision came into and out of focus as his body accustomed itself to the diabolical Sexual-Synchronaptic bond. He writhed and moaned in abandon to the pleasure engulfing his thong pouch, radiating out into his body, every muscle alive and sensuous. Kai felt the pleasure squeeze his luxuriously semi-erect penis, the pleasure was creating more pleasure and every emission of pre-cum, filling his pouch, coating his genitals; it fed the pleasure. His bulging pouch, wet, warm and sensuous; he longed to touch it, feed it, feel it.

Kai’s eyes were firmly set on Tye’s physical presence, the beauty of his magnificent, gymnastic musculature, the way it sparkled in the now, strong courtyard lighting system and the Pleasure Prime Displayer’s own lighting system, causing Tye’s body to almost shimmer and vibrate before Kai. Kai could feel Tye’s body; he could taste it, like he was having an out-of-body experience, but inside his own body. Sexual energy was engulfing him, defeating him.

“The Sexual-Synchronaptic Connections have been created”, Zephir announced triumphantly, looking across toward Jai, who was violently thrusting his hips in perfect syncopation to Jonson’s erotic thrusting.

Kai’s delightful moans filled in as background to what Zephir was saying to the horny throng of men, all filled with the lustful spirit of the erotic tabernacle. The Delectorium was heaving with sexual energy, and it was time to move the gorgeous Pleasure Primes inside the waiting and imposing structure behind the platform, behind the two Synchronic Milkers with their victims stretched deliciously, waiting to feed the horny crowd. Zephir sealed the fate of Jai and Kai; he once again began to speak in the ancient Attican tongue, at first in a babble, then familiar words began to intersperse with the babble. His words were spoken, yet an underlying doxology seemed to tie the words into a diabolical stimulation of the lustful spirit inhabiting the Delectorium.

Tzofira felt the Delectorium spirit stirring inside him, listening to the words made his body tingle, his penis wet and stiff beneath his equally wet loincloth, he motioned for his new Delectorium Attendant servant to come to him. The handsome tall Attendant obeyed, unfazed by the High Priest’s horny hymnological songs, protected by the scent that all Delectorium Attendants wore to protect them from succumbing to the sexual spirit that inhabited the Delectorium.

They met on the stage, behind the Synchronic Milkers and to the left.

Tzofira needed the fragrance, without it, he would become an even greater predator, and he knew the High Priest wanted him to milk the Pleasure Primes, he needed the scent as much as he needed to fuck the Attendant. He watched the Attendant make his way to him. Tzofira watched every step, desperately trying to hold his sexual rage, the wild cravings at bay, but the Attendant’s body looked so beautiful, so sexual as he approached.

“Brahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Tzofira screamed upward into the heavy dusk, his scream mingled with the High Priest’s diabolical, now melodic oratorio, the courtyard was heaving with sexual energy and deep craving.

At last, Tzofira thought as the Attendant made his final approach, Tzofira made the handsome Attendant stop, he ran his hands over the Attendant’s face, feeling inside his mouth as the Handsome man licked and sucked his new master’s fingers. As Tzofira removed his fingers, the Attendant grabbed Tzofira’s buttocks, lifting the rear flap of Tzofira’s loincloth, his fingers explored the warm sweaty butt crack, he ran his fingers along the thong strap, pushing gently into Tzofira’s private place. Tzofira nearly exploded in a sexual rage, but the Attendant was intuitive.

He whispered in the same tongue as the High Priest was chanting, but it soothed Tzofira’s rage, making the Scout calmer.

“Touch me, master!” He whispered into Tzofira’s ear.

“You must enjoy me, smell the scent, the perfume. I am yours great Scout”

Tzofira breathed it in as he licked the Attendant’s neck, his hands caressing the Attendant’s lats, massaging the man’s upper back as the Attendant spread his legs slightly.

He had calmed down enough to regain control of his senses. Tzofira could hear the High Priest in the background; the now melodic chants signalled the end of his sexual stanzas.

“I have more of the scent on my upper thighs, great Scout, I’m yours to serve you. Taste my Attendant bulge, my penis yearns for your mouth my celestial traveller, it is an honour to feed you my juices on this most holy day.” The Attendant gently caressed Tzofira’s blonde hair, gently pushing and encouraging Tzofira to lower himself, licking the Attendant’s sweaty chest, his abs. Tzofira had both hands plastered on the Attendant’s buttocks, squeezing them, kneading them like two lumps of dough. Tzofira’s sexual cravings were strong, but once again, under control.

Scent engulfed his olfactory system, but Tzofira wasn’t thinking about that, his tongue felt the red fabric, he sucked the sweaty yet sweet juices soaking the Attendant’s thong pouch, his tongue massaging the warmth of the erotic object, enjoying the Attendant’s penis lurking beneath the pouch’s allure, he licked the thong pouch so hard, that the fabric slid and massaged the Attendant’s penis deliciously, causing the Attendant to spasm in a controlled yet raging inferno. The Attendant squeezed Tzofira’s hungry head, feeling the Scout’s mouth eat his bulge.

He came for Tzofira, as the Scout squeezed his butt cheeks with erotic passion, the Attendant shot four wads of cum into the red pouch as the Scout sucked with all his strength. The semen, hot and flavoursome, flowed and gushed as Tzofira fed.

Tzofira stood quickly, before the Attendant had fully succumbed to his orgasmic service.

“Yum!” was all Tzofira said before he slipped his cum soaked tongue into the handsome man’s mouth, once again gripping the Attendant’s peachy buttocks so as to pull the Attendant’s erupting bulge against his own loincloth. The Attendant, full of orgasmic fervour, pulled Tzofira’s front loincloth flap up so their thong bulges could rub and slide up and down. Once their bulge connection was completed, he gripped Tzofira’s buttocks, and the pair pulled each other’s bodies together in passion’s embrace.

His semen tasted amazing and the fact that the Scout of Attica had sucked his load and was transferring it into his mouth made the moment even more exciting for the handsome attendant.

“Mmmmmmmm! Scout, once again, mmmmmmm…” The handsome young Attendant spoke seductively between lashings of his tongue around Tzofira’s tongue.

“You … mmmmm… Flatter me.”

Tzofira smiled, releasing his tongue from the Attendant’s mouth, and he pulled his face away from the Attendant. They were still joined at the hip, their bulges hot, and squishing sounds filled their ears. Tzofira looked into the Attendant’s blue, piercing eyes.

“You are beautiful, Attendant! You will serve me this night!” Tzofira demanded.

The Attendant returned the smile, his mouth tasting of cum, and he felt some semen try and escape from the corner of his mouth. He licked it as provocatively as he could.

“You may be my master, Scout! Your wish is my command!” he emphasised his delicate swallow of the remaining cum in his mouth as he licked his lips.

“Get on your knees, worship my pouch with your face, boy!” Tzofira demanded, pulling his hands free from the Attendant’s bubble butt, Tzofira placed them behind his head as he felt the Attendant lift his ceremonial loincloth flap, placing the wet flap over his head, the Attendant began work worshipping Tzofira’s raging bulge, licking the pouch; its curves, tasting, smelling, feeling Tzofira’s sexual presence until hot semen exploded through the thin fabric of the pouch. The Attendant gasping for breath as he gulped hot cum flow, snorting the thick juice, sucking and goading the orgasm through its stages until Tzofira grabbed the Attendant, lifting the handsome man up to his feet.

“Good boy!”

The handsome Attendant was panting, his face saturated in Tzofira’s cum, he looked intently at Tzofira.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Tzofira smiled as his eyes caressed the Attendant’s divine smooth body, especially the small red thong pouch, it was straining to accommodate the handsome Attendant’s raging cock.

“You want to cum again boy; you are as virile as the Pleasure Primes and my Warrior sex toys! But you shall wait until I am ready to milk you! First prepare the Play Room for the arrival of the Pleasure Primes, go now, ensure the dignitaries get a good look at your horny body. Ensure the Semenalli are producing enough refreshments for our esteemed visitors.

Semenalli served inside the elaborate Delectorium Tabernacle. They never ventured outside. Delectorium courtesans, they were bred, or more to the point, grown inside harvest tanks in labs below the Tabernacle. These purely erotic objects were formulated not as muscular objects of desire, like Tzofira’s sexy warrior boys, but as lithe, smooth pleasure twinks, programmed solely to serve and spurt their juices. Created to produce semen on demand, ripe cocks, full testicles that never drain. Beautiful young men, perfect cum producers with ravenous sexual need. Patrons only needed to touch a Semenalli’s genitalia or buttocks for them to start shuddering and spurting warm, fresh semen. They were bred to serve and feed hungry patrons of the Delectorium and were deployed throughout the Play Room on events such as the inauguration of the new Pleasure Primes.

This night, the current spawn of Semenalli was dispersed around the Delectorium’s Play Room, keeping the expectant guests entertained and fed fresh delicious semen, their lewd performances tantalising the guests ensuring the audience were horny and ravenous for the arrival of the Pleasure Primes and for the fervent festivities to begin.

Refreshments were flowing!

The handsome Attendant still glistening with Tzofira’s cum assumed control of the Play Room, his anointing from the Scout gave him authority. His red thong, wet and delicious, confirmed his chrism of dominance; he would assume control of the Semenalli and the Delectorium Attendants. He had become the Principal Attendant for this ceremony.

He entered through a secret entrance staffed by two Delectorium Attendants, who immediately nodded in recognition of his status.

“The Scout is my master!” He announced, confirming his status for the festivities.

“Of course, Principal!” they responded in unison, opening the thick velvety drapes to let the light and sounds of the Delectorium Play Room flood the secret vestibule.

They closed the drapes once more, blocking all sound, returning them to the dim lights of the vestibule.

“The Primes will be ‘ushered’ in through Pleasure’s Way, bound and fighting their bonds. Ensure they are forced up onto the Hover Drones and clasp their ankles to the edge of the Hover Drones. They will be delivered to Herodicus Jaxon first. He and his royal box must be provided the first viewing of the Pleasure Primes, then direct them around to the other dignitaries.” He ordered them.

“What of the three Warriors, my Maser’s toys?” The Principal Attendant asked, referring to Mitor, Ethon and Kar, of course.

“These have been taken to the Phallic Erections, they have been tied and stretched over the Erections, slowly turning for the viewing pleasure of the patrons. They have not been stimulated yet but are still hyper horny from their Solar Temple arousal experiences. They are writhing deliciously, and we have permitted their bodies to be worshipped by ballot. They have been a popular attraction.

“Good!” The Principal responded. “They will be tortured directly in front of the Pleasure Primes, their torture will be used to tantalise the Pleasure Prime’s fantasy visions, the Pleasure Primes’ minds are dominated by intense Solar Photopleasuric energy charging their holy pleasure stores! Their bodies and minds must be vessels of pure, unadulterated, magnificent sexual energy.” He added, feeling warm precum oozing into his erotic red thong pouch.

Everything inside the Delectorium Play Room was designed to fine-tune the powerful and sumptuous pleasure engulfing Jonson and Tye; their pleasure stores needed to be refined and caressed; perfected. For some of the favoured dignitaries, this pleasure would be sampled, providing a taste of what Danteros would dine upon when the Pleasure Primes were finally ready for admittance to the holy of holies, the innermost Harvest Chamber.

The Principal Attendant then enquired about the Semenalli; he was informed that the latest spawn of Semenalli had fed the entire audience at least once. Two were assigned to Herodicus Jaxon’s royal box, but the remaining twenty-eight naked twinks that had roamed the Play Room freely had now been tied to the hanging Semenalli Slings dispersed throughout the Play Room, accessible and ready to please.

“Leave the Semenalli in their slings for the time being, until the arrival of the Pleasure Primes!” The Principal Attendant ordered. “I will ready the Hover Drones for the Pleasure Prime presentation; their arrival is imminent.”

With that, the handsome Principal Attendant made his way through the heavy velvety curtains inside the expansive and lavishly decorated room. The Play Room was a shrine to pleasure, a house of bondage and display. Like a good restaurant, it was designed to engage the senses of the diner, yet like a good temple, it was likewise designed around the presence of their mighty god, Danteros, their protector and provider.

The building was tall, and like other shrines and sanctuaries employed inside Zephir’s temple grounds, the Tabernacle had a high ceiling which was ornate and gilded in gold and platinum, but the Delectorium was also gilded with the most expensive mineral known to Attica, Drhodium, a pure white mineral rich with erotic energy, mined in one of the far-reaching planets in their solar system; Planet Urethra. Veins of this mineral exist on the planet in secret and well-guarded mines protected by a fierce warrior nation. The gilding had two purposes: it conveyed the Delectorium’s high status. It also served to feed the sexual energy of the Delectorium, from the bulging front gates through to the holy of holies, the Milking Chamber. Even the mindless Semenalli were affected by the energy this mineral emitted.

The tall walls of the Play Room were also gilded ornately; however, most of them were hidden behind the elaborate, heavy, velvety drapes, designed to portray the delicious and warm embrace of pleasure, the beauty of the pre-orgasmic pleasure build. Different colours reflecting the ebbs and flows of pleasure edging. Greens and light blues embraced patrons and diners as soon as they entered the Play Room, encouraging fledgling sexual feelings and desires, ensuring patrons embraced the orgy of delights awaiting them.

Patrons made their way across the ring or around the ring, inspecting the bondage devices and the Pleasure Prime Podium, where they would be allowed to worship the Pleasure Primes prior to the milking hour. On this occasion, patrons had explored the Phallic Erections where the three Warriors were now tied to, and the Altar of Agony, which had been erected at the base of the Pleasure Prime Podium. It had been erected to accommodate three men, tied spreadeagled. They would be tortured carefully and for periods of time between the Pleasure Prime worship sessions.

He looked around, thankful for the scent he had applied to his body, the scent which protected and regulated the sexual arousal of the Delectorium Attendants. He could see vestiges of the sexual spirit in each of the patrons around the room. Most had already removed their clothes, they had oiled themselves, wearing their favourite festival thong. Old friends, new friends, the mood was jovial and naughty. The Attendant then surveyed the room for his Semenalli, and as reported, they were now tied to the various slings supported by winches above the ornate ceilings of the Play Room. This temple of pleasure was idling and ready to explode.

Finally, he looked over toward the Jaxon’s royal box. The King was busy playing with the only Semenalli permitted to be free from the slings. The young sexual dynamo was pleasing the King competently. The King’s concubine (he always travelled with two or three handsome sexual slaves) were tied up on either side of his royal seat, overseen by two Delectorium Attendants.

Everything looked to be in order, the level of arousal in the Play Room was rising, it was time to prepare for the Pleasure Prime’s arrival, to invoke the power of Danteros. He turned, satisfied that all was progressing well for the impending orgy of entertainment and pleasure. He made his way toward the entry canal, known amongst the patrons as Prime’s Path. As he made his way, he could tell that many eyes were fixed on him. He was a beautiful sight, but the patrons had also noticed the way he was supervising the room; they could tell the time was imminent.

Outside in the Delectorium Courtyard, Zephir had completed his hymnological chants, he had successfully invoked a raging horny crowd and had noticed how Tzofira had instinctively protected himself, using the Handsome Attendant’s scent to keep his mind and body protected from the powerful lasciviousness of the Delectorium Spirit. He turned to Tzofira.

“Bind the Pleasure Primes”

Tzofira knew that the next stage had begun; he would release the two sanctified Pleasure Primes from their floating display devices. The time for viewing was closing, the time for worship was beginning.

“Their service to Danteros awaits them!” The High Priest added.

It took only a couple of finger gestures for Tzofira to summon two of his loyal priests and several Delectorium Attendants.

“With me!” he ordered, making his way across the platform past Kai’s stretched, writhing body toward Tye.

The Pleasure Prime, seething in sexual decadence, his body had succumbed to the raging tides of mind-tingling delight, joined with Kai by the sexual-synchronaptic connection, which added another dimension to his sensation. Tye screamed as the bonds holding his body taut and stretched inside the floating device unlatched, the machine jolting him forward, into the waiting arms of the two Priests. Precum and spittle flung through the air, the pleasure possessing his body like an evil spirit, swirled and intensified, whipping up a mini orgasm. Tye’s words were incoherent.

“DJEDU, GAHHHH, KDDEKNNF” It was like a different language spitting out of his mouth with his spittle. Tye could hear Kai thrashing behind him; the young warrior was oozing pre-cum in volumes as he writhed in perfect synchronisation with Tye’s sensation.

“Tie his arms!” Tzofira ordered.

Tye, once bound by the sacred rope, was forced across the stage and positioned between Kai’s stretched legs. The sight of the beautiful helpless Warrior stretched on the Synchronic Milker, the wet bulge, bursting with sexual allure, filled with virile penis and two magnificent testicles, it flooded Tye’s possessed mind with deep cravings and desires. An Attendant stood behind Tye, gripping Tye’s locks of drenched dark hair. The force of the Attendant’s grip, fuelling Tye’s raging desires. He was held in place between Kai’s legs forced to watch the delicious Warrior twisting and turning, stretched out helplessly on the Milker. Watching the bulge bubble with fresh lubricant, driving his mind and body into a frenzy.

Once Jonson had been released from his floating displayer, bound with the sacred rope and positioned between the legs of his symbiont, Jai, he too was held by his hair forced to watch as Jai seethed and screamed in delicious abandon to the unrelenting spikes of pleasure pulsating inside his bulge and pushing through his body. Perfect synchronisation, sexual connection with Jonson.

Jonson’s cravings were seething. He pulled on his bindings, trying desperately to free his arms so he could touch Jai’s erotic body, just the way the sweat glistened on Jai’s skin in the lights, the sounds of ecstasy emitting from the Warrior’s handsome face as he writhed in abandonment helplessly. His stretched body was delectable, and Jonson craved it; he had forgotten about Tye, his mind was awash in fantasy.

“B,” “B,” “Bulge!” “Need it!” Tye said in broken, delayed outbursts before his attention was drawn toward the words of Zephir, who had stationed himself between the two poles holding the loincloth outer flaps of the four sexual objects on the stage.

“Give them a taste of paradise!” The High Priest’s face alight with joy as his words boomed out across the Delectorium courtyard.

They were forced downward by their respective priests, forced to taste, feel and smell the luscious goodness of Jai and Kai’s sumptuous bulging thong pouches. Dynamic and luscious sensation coating their tongues and the insides of their mouths, tingling down their throats, around their heads. They could taste and feel the pleasure as it raped them. They heard and felt Kai and Jai’s bodies as their Synchronic Milkers delivered the same delicious sensation to their helpless bodies. The sound of decadent sexual abandonment filled the courtyard, encouraging the crowd into a frenzy of need and want.

Jonson then felt an instant of pain as his head was ripped upward and his body spun around by the Priests of Danteros to face the crowd, his legs were kicked outward and his head forced violently upward. Tye was also manhandled in the same way.

The crowd was overwhelmed by the sight of the two Pleasure Primes struggling bound and ravenous at the hands of their attending Priests, their faces covered in the juices of their symbionts, who continued to struggle and writhe behind them. It was a decadent appetiser for what they were about to enjoy.

“Take them to the Delectorium Play Room, their journey toward sexual nirvana has begun!” Zephir announced.

As the they moved Jonson and Tye into place, Delectorium Attendants began to flood the stage, they needed to organise the frenzied horny crowd, there were only two Warriors, two Synchronic Milkers to go around, two delicious bodies and two sumptuously wet bulges bubbling with virile and endless warrior nectar to go around and this would be a long degustation, a long night of bondage and sexual satisfaction.

He could only lick so far; he wanted more of Kai’s sweet juices. Stretching his tongue out over his face, he struggled with the rope binding his wrists behind his back. Jonson was next to him, struggling and moaning. Tye knew exactly what his partner was feeling, the pleasure was relentless, his penis demanding sensation, demanding he roll his hips sensually so he could satisfy the longing desire of his demanding cock, it was like he and his thong pouch had some kind of celestial connection.

“Fuck!” Tye blurted the word on every thrust of his hips, as pleasure sensation rippled around his body. Hearing Jonson struggle and moan was making him ultra-horny, and the sight of the Priests and Delectorium Attendants was overwhelming him with fantasy and sexual need.

The Captain of the Priests, the ones who drove Jonson and Tye to be jungle bog and into the clutches of the ravenous Orchard Acidius, who captured the two agile gymnasts and delivered then to Zephir was provided the honour of leading the Pleasure Prime Procession across the courtyard to the imposing Temple building, the Delectorium Play Room and its waiting audience of horny dignitaries and, his Majesty, the King of Erotica.

They formed a guard of honour across the courtyard all the way to the tall, elaborate doors of the Delectorium Play Room. The procession would make its way from the Synchronic Milkers across the Delectorium courtyard to the imposing Delectorium structure filled with waiting guests. The company of priests who captured Jonson and Tye had the honour of leading the procession, behind them, Jonson and Tye, bound with their arms behind their backs, writhing and cavorting with intense and delicious pleasure. To the rear of the bound Pleasure Primes, a company of thirty Delectorium Attendants dressed only in their red thong pouches and gold laced sandals, strapped up their lower legs. The High Priest and Tzofira followed the Delectorium Attendants.

The leading Priest of Danteros held the Rod of Danteros out before him, the long phallus signifying the worship of penis, the power of Danteros and the two new Pleasure Primes’ sexual tools wrapped inside their holy and sumptuous thong pouches ready to be worshipped and fed upon. The Priest proudly held the long rod out from his body, facing the tall Delectorium structure, the phallus leading the new Pleasure Primes toward their inevitable and inaugural milking.

They reached the massive doors after a short march across the courtyard, the enormous tall doors guided in erotic depictions of men in bondage, of erotic loincloths and thongs pouches, and in the centre of each door, an animated bulge protruded, similar to the bulging front gates, oozing clear sticky juices down the front of the door, the juices pooled on the ground in front of the door, forcing every member of the procession to step into the warm juices as they passed; a sanctifying ritual, one which prepared the each member of the procession for the lascivious and luscious delights awaiting them inside the Delectorium Play Room.

On arrival, the procession halted before the imposing and grandiose doors. They glistened in the bright lights illuminating their presence, the clear ooze from the bulging protrusions halfway up each door indicating the excitement and anticipation festering inside, waiting for the delivery of their new sexual gods, the Pleasure Primes of Attica.

So tall, MPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPH, The fucking MPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPH door is oozing as more Pre-cum than, GAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH, we are! Jonson found it difficult to think straight; his body was exploding with new and deliciously hot pleasure. Just being near the building seemed to inject his already perpetual pleasure flows with a new shade of luscious delight. Drool spat from his mouth as he tried to speak, but one of the handsome Delectorium Attendants reefed Jonson’s head upward toward the imposing doors.

“Silence Pleasure Prime!” He snarled. “You may be the chosen vessels of Danteros, but you are still captives of Attica! Show this building respect!”

Jonson fought hard, his struggles sexual and powerful as the Attendant continued seizing Jonson’s lock of wet blond hair.

At the front of the procession the Priest holding the Rod of Danteros, lifted the long phallic rod above his head, spinning it so the head of the penis was facing backward over the procession. He then forcefully banged on the door with the base of the Rod of Danteros three times. The ceremonial announcement that the procession was seeking admittance.

The Glory Aperture appeared on the door: a dark round keyhole.

The priest then deftly spun the Rod of Danteros around like a baton so that the penis head faced the door, he then coated the bulbous head of the Rod in the copious flow of juices coating the front of the door before placing the head of lubed Rod of Danteros into the awaiting dark Glory Aperture. Like a key inside a lock cylinder, the priest deftly turned the rod, making two clicks to the left and three clicks to the right; he felt the lock pins fall into place.

The procession party had been granted admission to the Delectorium Play Room.

Inside was abuzz. Everything was prepared for the grand arrival of the Boi Rah Daim and Bi Rah Yojin, the Pleasure Primes of Attica, Earth Men from a distant galaxy. The Semenalli had been tied to the hanging slings around the large Play Room to stop them from roaming the audience, but patrons were free to enjoy their eager bodies any way they liked. Several Semenalli were suspended over the entry corridor, their naked bodies on display, their fertile penises stimulated sporadically causing a showers of semen to spurt like a living sprinkler system overhead as the procession passed below them.

Lining the edges of the entry corridor were 20 newly captured virile warriors, compatriots of Tzofira’s band of Five sex toys, so fresh from their capture in the jungles that they had barely been inducted into the Factory, where warriors were processed for service to the Temple. These young men were feisty, gagged and bound to bondage devices tightly. Priests of Danteros toyed with their lithe, smooth, muscular forms, toying with them and gloating, their feisty anger and defiance ensured the Procession had a warm erotic welcome to the Play Room.

Herodicus Jaxon, the King of Erotica, had the best view in the Play Room, the royal box adorned with a velvety array of luscious, thick curtains in the colours of the Delectorium Play Room, a perfect reflection of how his world and that of Attica were bonded in deep friendship and common goals. His planet-kingdom was rejoicing in the announcement of the new Pleasure Primes of Attica, the planet devoted to the extraction and inducement of pleasure in all its rich and sumptuous forms, rich in minerals and deposits of pleasure-inducing ores, and craftsmen deft in creating many of the pleasure extraction devices employed throughout the Temple. The king’s presence at the inaugural milking of the new Pleasure Primes was a massive honour, but his intentions were yet to be revealed. He would enjoy the festivities first. Tasting the cum harvested from a Pleasure Prime, a sexual object in possession of the god-like Mantle, was one of the most delectable functions of his reign. He intended to taste the maiden harvest of these two new magnificent young men from Earth.

So, all was ready, semen was spurting from the suspended Semenalli, and feisty warriors fought their elaborate bondage, moaning and grunting into their gags. Tzofira’s Handsome Delectorium Attendant servant was waiting inside the closed doors, muffled sound from inside the main Play Room, Semenalli positioned around the room moaning in delight spurting their cum. The delightful sound of leather bonds creaking as the captive warriors writhed in frustration. Kar, Ethon and Mitor were bound to poles in the central ring; they too could be heard fighting their bonds. It was perfect!

He heard the loud bangs from the base of the Rod of Danteros, the Procession was outside the doors and seeking admittance. Warm Semenalli semen from overhead hit his back. He then heard the penis-shaped head of the Rod of Danteros as it was inserted into the lock aperture. The loud sound of the lock pins clicking and pounding into place filled the Handsome Delectorium Attendant with Pride and horny expectation, all of his devotion to the Delectorium Tabernacle, to his god, to the Temple was worth it. He rubbed his beautiful red bulge and sniffed his sexual essence as the doors began to open inward toward him. Then opening his arms wide, his beautiful body stood welcoming the procession, the High Priest, Tzofira and the sacred new Pleasure Primes. He could hear the roar from the ravenous crowd outside in the courtyard as the doors continued to open.

The grand entrance had begun.

His body was buzzing; the ravenous and insatiable pleasure was ripping through his body continuously like waves pounding a shoreline. His thong pouch warm as fresh pre-cum appeared from his cock in bursts of mini orgasmic emission. Tye needed sexual fulfilment badly. But these ravenous alien men were vicious in their control and power over him and Jonson. Their infatuation with bondage, pleasure and torture was frightening. He and Jonson were pushed from behind.

“Move Boi Rahs! Time to prepare for your milking!” One of the Delectorium Attendants said as their Procession moved forward.

GAHH, BAHHH, what is this place ? Tye thought as his pleasure wracked body was forced forward. He stepped through the warm, slimy substance that had oozed down the front of the doors while the procession awaited admittance. He felt it squish through his toes; it felt sumptuous and titillating, adding to the seemingly endless flow of erotic fantasy filling his mind. The word horny seemed so inadequate to describe the explosion of sexual need possessing his mind and body.

He looked across to Jonson, who was only just recovering from an equally strong push from the Delectorium Attendants behind him. Jonson’s blue eyes were wide like he was high on some kind of drug; they couldn’t make eye contact; he was lost in an erotic fantasy, and spittle shot from his mouth as he gasped for breath. Tye felt his collar buzzing; he could feel Kai’s pleasure as Kai reacted inside their Synchronic Bond. Their sexual experiences joined and locked. He could feel Kai’s hot pre-cum as if it were emerging from his own cock, but then again, fresh warm pre-cum on his bulge, he felt a string of it sticking to his left calf muscle, he was oozing juices every couple of minutes. The sensation made him tingle.

They were inside quickly, and Tye came out of one of the erotic visions, which were coming and leaving his mind erratically, realising he was being sprayed in a fine mist of semen. The Semenalli suspended over the entry canal, above the arriving procession were being stimulated to spurt shards of cum, and it was spraying down over the procession. Their perfect young bodies twitching and writhing above the procession. Their penises unable to hold the delicious orgasmic pressure, Semenalli were spurting so much it was causing them to rock in their suspended bondage.

He lifted his head to catch as much of the delicious welcome cum spray as he could, his tongue lashing upward into the air between licks of his lips. Enjoying the delicious moans and constant sighs of enjoyment above them. Tye fought the tight ropes binding his arms behind his back. He was desperate to scoop up the hot, delectable semen, it had coated his hair and his upper body, and he wanted to taste as much as he could. They were inside the large room, and the procession was guided onto a central ring, it was large enough to hold the entire group.

Once they were all inside, the huge drapes were lowered to cover the entry canal opening. Tzofira, peeled off to attend to his three Warriors. Kar, Mitor and Ethan were tied to thick Phallic Erections, rope binding their arms, were latched to the front of the Phallic Erection and their feet were spread wide to restraints on the cold hard floor. They knew that proceedings were commencing, the mood in the audience had changed and the sight of Jonson and Tye arriving in similar bondage to them signified start of something significant and sinister.

Tzofira loved the way the three Warriors looked, their struggles and defiant looks made Tzofira’s penis smile as it emitted a warm reward of precum into his pouch.

Such bound magnificence, so beautiful, I can ’t wait to torture them. He thought before the sound of two herald trumpets pealed throughout the Delectorium Play Room.

The sound was the distinctive fanfare of Herodicus Jaxon, and the look of delight on Zephir’s face as he climbed the two stairs up to his golden pulpit in preparation for his opening remarks, was exploding on his face. The Delectorium Attendants had kept the arrival of the Jaxon entourage a surprise for Zephir.

This had changed everything, but Zephir was happy to accommodate the presence of royalty. Herodicus was well aware of the traditions and ritual of this most holy place. Attica producing the finest semen products in their solar system and was known around the galaxy. Erotica and Attica enjoyed a unique bond of respect and friendship.

Zephir raised his arms and spun around slowly on his elevated pulpit as the excited crowd hushed. He waited for Herodicus to take his seat, as did the audience of officials, dignitaries and other well-placed rich men. They stopped playing with Semenalli in respect of the occasion.

Only the sound of The Pleasure Primes’ moans and sighs, the Warriors fighting their bonds and the odd Semenalli ejaculating here and there could be heard.

“Welcome!” Zephir announced, looking around the large expectant room. He was full of mind, aware of what was taking place; he would take on the Delectorium Spirit later, but for now, he had to be in control of this most auspicious occasion, especially in the presence of royalty.

He nodded up toward the Royal Box. “We are here to worship, to enjoy the wonders that Danteros provides for us.”

“We are here to worship his greatness; he will feed upon the combined pleasure of the new Pleasure Primes of Attica!”

The crowd replied in solemn agreement, “Danteros be Praised!”

“We do this by worshipping his chosen vessels, they have been penetrated in the holy Solar Temple Altar room, filled with divine, unrelenting, sumptuous pleasure.”

Before they knew it, Jonson and Tye were thrust out from their assembly point by two Delectorium Attendants, thrust across the polished stone floor toward waiting hover devices. Pleasure radiated from the soles of their feet to the top of their semen coated heads. Their delightful moans filling the room with an erotic expectancy.

“Boi Rah Daim - Light-haired human seed!” Jonson was announced by his full Attican name as he was forced up onto the waiting hover device. Powerful energy grabbed onto his feet, forcing them to the edges of the hover device, more energy interlaced with his pleasure sensations, forcing his body completely upright. He stood, his legs stretched to the edges of the hover device, fighting his bonds as he tried to twist his body within the energy restraint system.

“Magnificent, isn’t he?” Zephir gloated.

“Boi Rah Yojin - Stunning Human Seed!” Likewise, Tye was announced by the High Priest with his full Attican name as he was installed on the hover device next to Jonson’s.

“A duo so magnificent and so virile. Perfect human bodies! Danteros has endowed them with the Pleasure Prime Mantle! Therefore, it is your solemn right, your solemn duty…”

Zephir paused and looked around the Play Room.

“…to worship the Pleasure Primes of Attica as demigods, made more perfect by their bondage!”

The crowd hushed in a reverent response as the two hover pods lifted off the floor of the Play Room. They and their struggling Pleasure Prime Cargo lifted up twenty feet. Huge screens in the elaborate ceiling beamed images of Jonson and Tye’s bodies and eventually focusing on their sumptuously wet bulging thong pouches.

“Worship the bulge!” Zephir ordered the audience.

The audience responding fervently and loudly to the High Priest’s command.

“Worship the Bulge!” They responded enthusiastically.

Zephir then turned to the Royal Box, nodding as Herodicus Jaxon arose to his feet.

A tall, imposing man of impeccable lineage and stature. He, like his forebears, had removed all hair from his body; he was groomed every day by his Royal Attendants, skilled artisans ensuring the King was always presented to his subjects completely hairless. He wore his regal headwear made of platinum and encrusted with several potent pleasure-generating, precious stones mined from the royal deposits deep beneath his palaces on Erotica. A shimmering golden cape draped over his broad, tanned shoulders, fixed to a tight-fitting white top that form-fitted to his impressive chest, it fitted to the base of his pectoral muscles, leaving his equally impressive abs open for his subjects to marvel at. On his loins, Herodicus wore the royal loincloth made of white silk with golden embroidery along the edge of the loincloth flaps. The silk flap bulged as it draped over the King’s impressive thong bulge lurking proudly underneath. Also like his forbears, the King’s loincloth did include a rear silk flap, his magnificent buttocks and his regal thong strap were always on display to impress his subjects. On his feet, Herodicus was wearing his regal sandals for the occasion.

Zephir’s words then boomed throughout the expansive Play Room.

“Your majesty!” He then paused for effect, but he did not offer a respectful doff of his head as others would be required to perform.

“Please inspect the Pleasure Primes of Attica!” He offered, with a wave of his right hand, first pointing at the hovering drone craft, and slowly moving his hand around toward the royal box.

The hover drones silently began to make their way toward the royals.

Herodicus smiled and looked at his two personal attendants; they didn’t need to be told; instantly, they removed the two Semenalli assigned to Herodicus’ box to the sides. They were taken away by Delectorium Attendants to await the King’s pleasure.

The King’s focus was on the approaching hover drones, their magnificent bound cargo moaning in delights beyond belief to most in attendance at the lavish event.

Can ’t move, fuck I need cock, fuck, this pleasure is crazy, must touch my balls. Jonson then noticed the royal box and the majestic figure stepping forward from his entourage. He looks like a -fuuuuuuuuuuuck - a pleasure spike shot up his spine, but Jonson was immobilised - super hero, but Mpppppph, more Gahhhhhhhh, regal.

The hover drones arrived at the royal box and were presented to Herodicus Jaxon. Tye was only able to turn his eyes, even though his head was immobilised, he glanced over toward Jonson as best as he could, noticing the Jonson was also immobilised in some kind of diabolical energy field.

“Beautiful!” The King gasped! Watching the rise and fall of the magnificent sexual beings’ chests as they breathed deeply in their diabolical bondage and the hover drone’s restraint systems. He motioned for the hover drones to bring the subjects closer in toward his royal box. The drones obeyed and quietly came to a stop centimetres above the pair of protruding drone ports. The front wall of the box dematerialised to allow the King access to the precious cargo being presented to him. Herodicus ignored the huge projections of Jonson and Tye being displayed up toward the ceiling in massive life-like holographic displays above the central ring of the Delectorium’s Play Room.

This King’s attention was being commanded by something so beautiful, so erotic. These Humans from galaxies far distant were purely exotic. His eyes watched the emotions flowing through Jonson’s piercingly blue eyes, the Pleasure Prime’s pupils widening and closing as the sensations ebbed and flowed through his body. Herodicus Jaxon did not utter a word; his tongue was busy licking his lips.

Their bodies lit and bristling with muscle, a sheen of sweat ensured they glistened. The King could just taste the Semenalli semen coating their heads and upper bodies. It added to the allure of pure sexual decadence, bound in rope, bound inside diabolical energy restraints. He was especially taken by Tye’s green eyes, determined and defiant, yet so full of desperation and desire.

Herodicus licked his lips as his eyes drank in the sexual magnificence. Their bulging wet loincloth thongs were impeccably beautiful and detailed. The sight of their beautiful penises wrapped in the wet pouch made his own cock happy and expectant. He then basked in the majesty of their legs, spread perfectly, thighs of steel, honed on earth in hundreds, probably thousands of floor routines as part of their gymnastic repertoires. He could only gasp and control his desire to whisk them off to his personal pleasure facilities on Erotica.

He did not want to upset Danteros. Herodicus Jaxon always maintained his royal and regal protocol when he was in public and on tour in other regions of their solar system. He was an honoured guest, but he was not about to defile the sumptuous offerings being presented to him as much as he wanted to. Like the others in this room, he would worship at their bulge when the time arrived.

He did not speak for several minutes while he completed his viewing, until the hover drones had completed their display routines, by making two slow rotations of each Pleasure Prime. But when he did speak, he honoured Tzofira first.

“Tzofira, Scout of Attica, you have served your God, your High Priest, and the Veridia well. The reference to Veridia, the official name of their Solar System used in their galaxy, a system drawing Photopleasuric light energy from their shared binary Sols indicated that the King was expecting something more than just an uptake in the lucrative cum trade with the arrival of these two magnificent beings. He was planning planetary alliances and deepening trade within their system. He was also bearing gifts as a token of this emboldened alliance.

He then focused on the High Priest, after looking around the expansive Play Room. The Holographic displays deployed throughout the room were focusing on his face.

“Zephir, the steward of sexual decadence!” He announced before being interrupted by Jonson and Tye’s deeply moving moans of delicious sexual intensity, their bodies experienced another spike of delicious pleasure invading their immobilised spines and spiking up their backs.

“GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - MMMMMMMMMMMMM - HUUUUUUUUUUUUUH”

The sound so luscious and so inviting to every member of the horny worshippers present in the room.

Herodicus Jaxon permitted the interruption, smiling out and down toward the High Priest, still occupying his raised pulpit.

Herodicus Jaxon glanced at the two Pleasure Primes and then back at Zephir.

“Erotica stands with Attica, Allies and friends in the face of hostility and pressure from other kingdoms and planets that would seek to destroy our decadent lifestyles!” He paused and looked across to the Tzofira’s three Warriors for a brief moment.

“I will enjoy their punishment and humiliation this auspicious evening!” He said, smirking at Kar, Ethon and Mitor. “I hope they scream well!”

“Tonight, I am here to witness history, but I am here also to provide Attica with the samples of Erotica’s latest pleasurewear! In addition to the new fleet of Zorah Stones and a range of our latest wands and implements. Erotica is happy to provide our Attican friends with a trio of network interfaces, which will allow a shared pleasure interface between the parties in a pleasure transaction. Like your Sexual-Synchronaptic Connection, these devices will create a similar connection between two parties, a sample, so to speak. Erotica now has Pleasure Spas, where patrons can rent an interface for a stimulating ride of enjoyment and choose any flavour of delight they wish. I hope you too will be able to utilise these delicious devices to your benefit!”

Herodicus Jaxon nodded to his left, releasing three of his court’s servants, each carrying a shiny red parcel. They made their way down the stairs, between members of the audience eagerly looking to get a glimpse of Erotica’s latest offering for Attica. They made their way to the base of Zephir’s pulpit. The gifts were handed to three of Zephir’s personal Priests.

With that, Herodicus Jaxon took his seat, and the three male courtesans returned to the royal box.

Zephir thanked the King, waving his right hand toward the hover drones, which flew around the expansive room, showing off Jonson and Tyes’ magnificent forms to the rest of the auspicious audience.

“Enjoy the visual feast!” He said, acknowledging various dignitaries present in the Play Room.

“Pleasure Primes are at your service this evening!”

After several minutes, the hover drones returned to the central floor of the Play Room, landing near the trio of sexy Warriors and a growing number of handsome Delectorium Attendants.

Mitor, Ethon and Kar knew something sinister was brewing; they could read the eagerness in the crowd, their hunger was palpable. They stood straining in their bonds, helplessly bound to the Phallic Erections, their legs spread, their arms tightly roped behind their backs and latched to their assigned Phallic Erection.

“It is time to infuse the Pleasure Primes with their own visual feast!” Zephir announced, glancing toward Tzofira and his new deputised Delectorium Attendant, who was managing the Play Room for this milking ceremony.

The Attendant moved toward the central ring, ensuring his Attendants were equally divided between Warriors and Pleasure Primes, everything being ready and in place, Tzofira’s deputy gave the order.

“Begin!”

Tye felt the immobilising energy diminish; it slowly left his body, and he was able to move again, able to struggle and turn his head. The pleasure was still throbbing through his body; it was relentless and unforgiving, but the first thrust of his hip caused delicious sensations to fill his thong pouch with a divine radiance; it brought tears to his eyes. It made him bend forward to view his erotic thong pouch with a passion filled with deep desire. He needed to touch himself, cup his bugle and feel the hot lava-like precum his body was producing so badly he cried out in deep sexual frustration, struggling frantically. He hadn’t heard the crowd erupting in response to his struggles; the delicious sensations so took him.

The vision of Tye’s first struggles was beamed around the room; every eye was watching as the Pleasure Prime struggled inside his world of Pleasure. They gasped at the magnificence of his body and the juices it was producing.

“I’m sure you would like to sample the Pleasure Prime’s body, taste his harvest!” Zephir’s words rang around the Play Room as the crowd gasped at the visions of Jonson and Tye’s bound forms being beamed up on the holographic displays in graphic three-dimensional clarity.

No one had noticed what had been taking place in the ring, every eye had been engrossed watching the Pleasure Primes fighting their bonds and enjoying the divine pleasure stores raping every cell in their bodies, engrossing their minds in vivid sexual fantasy and fuelling their horniness. The holographic displays distracted the horny audience while the Delectorium Attendants went about their duties.

The holographic displays transitioned away from Jonson and Tyes’ writhing forms to Zephir standing in front of a wide, shiny altar. His arms outstretched, pointing to each corner of the Altar.

The audience gasped when they noticed how the ring had been transformed.

The golden altar was fashioned in the shape of two thick X-shaped saltires joined by a thick golden bar connecting the two nexuses of each cross. It sparkled in the lights, having been polished and buffed ready for the evening’s ceremonies. Each extension of the crosses housed an open black titanium restraint device. The restraints stood out from the gleaming gold.

“The Harvest Altar! The next, and very public step, in the preparation of Attica’s Boi Rah Pleasure Primes!” Zephir said loudly and proudly. “This is the Kiln where the sumptuous pleasure housed in the sacred bodies of the Pleasure Primes will be finished and primed to perfection before we present their sumptuous bodies, their pleasure sustenance to Danteros.”

They began to force Jonson and Tye through the central ring toward the gleaming double, crossed altar, past Ethon and Kar, past Mitor, still frantically struggling, tied to the Phallic Erections where they had been on display for several hours.

Tzofira moved up the stairs to the raised platform housing the Harvest Altar. He inspected the device, feeling the warm metal and the subtle vibrations coursing throughout the golden frames of the Altar’s structure. Like a heartbeat, Tzofira could feel the life inside the diabolical device. It was waiting for its precious Pleasure Primes; the Harvest Altar would connect with the Pleasure Prime Mantle inhabiting Jonson and Tyes’ bodies, and its connection would be glorious and powerful. It would take control of their bodies, interfacing with their pleasure stores, fine tuning the pleasure until its delicious delights torture their bodies and rape their minds. Their pleasure needed to be prepared like an exquisite dish, plated up and presented in a sumptuous display to excite Danteros and to make their god ravenous and delighted and most importantly - satisfied.

Adding to the raging monster of ravenous pleasure torturing the Pleasure Primes, Zephir and Tzofira intended a spectacle of erotic masochism to enhance the Pleasure Prime’s sexual cravings; they had planned a display of kink fit for a King. Mitor, Ethan and Kar would be dragged before and presented to the helpless Pleasure Primes, already tied to the Harvest Altar. The Warriors’ fate sealed, spreadeagled before Pleasure Primes, their sumptuous bodies rippling and straining, below them and between their straining legs a hungry drill will turn slowly, waiting to penetrate their warm anuses, the heat seeking, boring device would have no mercy, its head glowing and pulsing with heat, it would sear flesh as it enters the victim’s body, turning agonisingly slow, hungrily devouring and cooking flesh as it excavates deep into its victim. Once inside and the searing of flesh has begun, the diabolical device would pulse poisons deep inside its victim, deep agonising pain would pulsate throughout the victim’s bone structure, firing up inside each rib, reaching down the leg and twisting the spine until every bone, ligament and tendon are compromised. Each Warrior would writhe and scream in agony, their bodies lighting up from within as their skeletal structures are tenderised and cooked in a slow and methodical way.

Pleasure was swishing inside him with each forced step, and his mind was full of fantastic fantasy. Jonson pulled on the tight ropes binding his arms behind his back; the tightness felt so erotic to him. His skin felt alive; he needed his captors to man-handle him, it fueled the exquisite feeling of bondage. Then he noticed the gleaming double X of the Harvest Altar and the sound of the audience as they screamed out, demanding that they be tied to the double altar.

Oh my God, that is meant for us, it is enormous! Its fucking amazing! Listen to these crazed people, fuck so horny, my cock is frying in its own juices. Pleasure is killing me … Pleas… Jonson stumbled and was being dragged up the red carpeted stairs, and he began to struggle, trying to regain his footing. Still, the sensations coursing through his detectable body were overwhelming. He heard Tye’s sumptuous moans and cries as they forced him up the stairs on his side of the podium.

Jonson had reached the top of the stairs, even the plush carpet beneath his feet felt sumptuous, lines of pleasure ran up and down his gym-toned legs, up his torso, buzzing his nipples, even his sweat and cum-soaked hair felt electric. Bright lights were blinding him at first, but they were the least of his worries. Around him, several Priests of Danteros were attending to the Altar behind him. Two of them relieved those who had dragged him up the podium’s stairs.

“Pretty Boy, prettier than what I had expected up close!” One of the Priests of Danteros said to Jonson quietly.

They forced his legs wide and pulled him by the hair, so he was standing tall.

“Ghhah!” Jonson moaned, fighting the ropes behind his back. The audience was full of expectation. The spirit of Danteros was inhabiting the Play Room, and carnality, excitement, and expectation filled the arena like a theatre. Centre stage, Jonson and Tye were being presented on their podium and in front of the Harvest Altar.

“Your Pleasure Primes, oh Mighty Danteros!” Zephir’s words boomed around the room as he walked around the right-hand side of the Harvest Altar. Tzofira appeared from the other side of the gleaming Altar.

They made their way to the side, Zephir and Tzofira proudly showing off their newest sexual objects to the dignitaries, and high-ranking officials drawn from planets in their Solar System.

Tzofira then moved, positioning himself between Tye and Jonsons’ struggling bodies.

“Tzofira has travelled the interstellar portal, the blood moon highway to the distant Milky Way Galaxy. He is a traveller, yet he is a loyal servant of Attica and our corner of this galaxy. It is Ironic that the Milky Way Galaxy provides us with such magnificent sexxxxxxx-ual beings. Worthy of the worship we shall provide to them as Pleasure Primes. The Milky Way Galaxy is a flat, but spiralling galaxy, filled with billions of stars and worlds unknown to us. Yet it has a central bulge, a beautiful bulge, a metaphor for what the Pleasure Primes provide to us!”

“Worship the Bulge!”

Tzofira nodded to the two priests attending Jonson. They let his hair go, allowing Jonson to turn his head and look longingly down toward the raging, pleasure-filled, bulging pouch of his thong. They were touching the thong; it was buzzing. Jonson cried out in delight.

One of them pulled the thong strap upward causing the thong to pull tightly against his anus and tightly between his buttocks. Pleasure so delicious buzzed the mouth of his sweaty anus, his pouch was being adjusted too. His testicles buzzed excruciatingly with pleasure energy. Tears of enjoyment welled in his eyes; spittle flung from his head as he flung his hair around in a frenzy of enjoyment.

Jonson screamed out beyond the bright lights. “F U C K!”

He screamed it several times until the priests had finished adjusting his loincloth thong.

He was ready for the Harvest Altar; they only needed to prepare Tye, and the proceedings would begin.

That’s all for now. Thanks for reading and enjoying the fantasy. Jonson, Tye and the sexy Five Warriors will return soon.