The Brotherhood

The high priest moved a hand to Alfons’s cock and stroked him in synch with the stroking of the cock inside him. At some point he let the horned goat mask drop away and all was answered for Alfons. The high priest of Die Bruderschaft was, of course, Count Franz von Türbingen. Alfons wasn’t needed in Türbingen. He was needed right here, to serve a periodic ritual of Die Bruderschaft. And chances were good, since the legend was that young men entered the wood and didn’t leave it and there had been no rumors of the ritual at this monastery, that Alfons wouldn’t be leaving here either. He could only hope that it was because the sacrifices were turned into monks rather than they were fucked to death and dropped in the moat. Thanks to the drug in the wine, though, Alfons didn’t really care. He had been trained to the cocks of men and had come to want them inside him. He had been trained to take this cock; this cock had claimed his anal virginity.

On this night, in this ritual, he had the cock of every man in the chamber in him save that of the priest standing apart at the side and observing all. Von Türbingen plowed him until he brought Alfons to an ejaculation and then he released his seed deep inside the young man’s channel. He stood aside, and Alfonso found that the two guards had taken up position behind Von Türbingen, and each took his piece of Alfons. As they were done, they joined the circle, where the debauchery among the monks commenced. As each monk from the circle climbed the platform, he tossed off his black habit, fucked Alfons, and then joined a group fuck in the circle. As the ritual advanced fewer monks in the circle were wearing black habits and more were writhing around on the floor having at each other. The ritual was over when no one in the chamber save the silent observer was wearing a black habit and all other men were sexually exhausted—Alfons no less than any of the others.

There was some sort of closing ceremony that Alfons was too far gone to follow and then the monks were donning their habits again, Alfons’s escort released him from the frame, and he was carried back to his cell.