Cleansing ritual I
He was far away from the village. It was only now that the scent of nature felt brisk and clear, hitting his nostrils. He was searching for another village, lurking forests for its traces.
The forests felt dense, trapping him into their snaking tree branched arms. His soft gazing noticed something; a few axes thrown in trees, signs… Feet already dirty and skin muddy from the four days he’s been lurking in the forest, dehydrated and hungry.
He caught a few stomach-turning sounds, heading their way.
His heartbeat raised. His teeth chattered, but he couldn’t turn back now. Exiled from the kingdom and now needing a place to stay; he had no other alternative than to go and search for minotaurs dens. And it was right in front of him.
A small smile crawled up his lips. He stepped in, looking around. The buildings surrounding him were at least four meters tall, everything huge compared to his dainty body. The markets around were full of humans held in leashes, either minotaurs holding them, or vending their fruits and other goods.
A hand firmly grabbed his shoulder–he looked behind himself. A knight? He raised one eyebrow and stared at the man, a look of puzzlement crossing his face.
“Who’s your master?” the knight asked, holding his sword tight. “You ran away? What’s your name?”
The young man lent him his wrists. “No master, just arrived from exile from the other village.” He watched the knight shackle his wrists and put a chain around his neck.
“Your name?” the knight asked again.
“Paris,” he replied, dragged by the knight.
He tried to keep up with the man’s fast and long feet. But he was already injured, blood seeping and rocks invading the wounds. Paris knew all that would happen.
Their walk drove them to the castle’s gates. The workers around the area stared at them both. Paris hid behind the man, yet everyone could still see brown eyes peeking out and red hair reaching down to waist.
“You know what the cleansing ritual is, don’t you?” the knight stopped walking, Paris bumped into him and then began forging a response.
“Yes, I know,” his guts clenched. “Sex, lust and cleansing spirits, right?”
The knight’s eyes narrowed, yet he nodded and dragged the youngster further. They arrived in the throne room.
Big drapers longing down two pillars, having the emblem of the village. On the throne sat a man, with his legs spread apart and his face signaling a bored look. He raised himself, his glance falling down Paris.
“Who’s she?” he’d ask, his voice husk and low.
The knight shrugged. “Most likely a spy, Your Majesty.” He spoke–yet the youngster stood calm. The king approached them both and looked at his face, holding the chin tightly between his fingers.
“Quite handsome for a spy… are we sure?” the knight shook his head. “Then cleanse him, let the spirits have fun with him until tonight.” the knight smirked. “You may not, Hades. I know you want to, but you have to take care of other things.”
The knight silently hissed, then took the youngster further ahead. They walked further until they reached a red stained bedroom.
The knight took off the shackles, only the collar was on. Paris didn’t move, standing still and smiling softly. He opened a small chest inside the room, then began lurking for a few things inside. It was full of cleansing equipment.
“You’re so silent, I’ll let you pick your spirit.” The knight set a few jars on the bed. Paris approached the bed and sat down next to the jars.
They were filled with liquid of different colors. “What if I like the purple one?” He questioned, keeping his hands to himself for a while longer.
“I’m afraid that allowing you to pick was a bad choice…” the knight mumbled, and he laughed.
“I know what it does, I read it somewhere,” he began kicking his feet as he admitted.
“Alright then, purple it is.”
Paris laid on the bed, his hands next to his body. He knew it might hurt, yet he didn’t want to back off. Not even give up his ideal life. “Open wide.”
He opened his mouth. The knight poured one of the jars in his mouth, then blocked the way with a gag. “Don’t sip,” he’d grab his neck, rubbing his finger against it. The other jar’s opening pressed against Paris’ anus, seeping through smoothly.
Paris moaned, feeling a clump forming in his mouth. It began tickling his tongue. The other jar’s liquid was sealed with a butt plug. The knight tied a chastity around his waist and made sure he wouldn’t have a chance to cum.
Another clump formed inside his canal. The knight firmly tied his hands on the bed, as he sat naked in the sheets. He tucked Paris in, whispering to him a soft ‘good night’.
A few hours later, the door opened. Paris’ limbs trembled, he could hardly keep himself alive and he had one desperate wish–cumming. His gaze shifted towards the door. The king was there, and so was the knight. They both got inside the room and the king took the sheets off his body.
“Keeping yourself quite alright…” he whispered. “Ready?” Paris nodded, his back arched.
The king’s thumb gently traced his ab line, reaching his crotch. He removed the little urethral insert. Paris muffled a yelp thanks to the gag, arched his back more. But nothing got out. The king laughed and shook his head.
“Key.”
The knight got a key out of his pocket and the king opened his chastity; he removed it quickly and then firmly stroked his penis. Paris’ head flung backwards, his eyes rolling. The aggression of the spirits and the gentle actions of the king drove him right to the climax he needed to get; he cummed on the king’s hand, and stained his cloth’s cuff.
“That’s not so nice of you, how about we leave you hanging for a few more hours?” Paris shook his head, desperately. “Some last for weeks, Paris. You got lucky.” he slapped his face a few times, quickly but not harshly to stain his face.
They got rid of the gag, the spirit rushed outside and Paris coughed. His mouth was full of purple goo, the spirit’s cum. “Slurp it.” Paris nodded, gulping as the goo got inside his stomach.
“It hurts,” he whined.
The king grasped his face, staring at him. “What hurts? Your stomach?” Paris nodded.
“That’s normal. Don’t worry, it will go away.”
Paris spread his legs. “Take it out… I’m pleading, sir!” He whined once more, his soft moans interrupting his speech. The king nodded and took off the rest of the chastity.
“I’ll offer you a break. Bathroom and stomach pills at your service. Once I’m back, I want you in the bed, with your ass up and I want you cleaned. I’m giving you half an hour, the clock is on the wall.”
Paris sighed, watching them both leave. That’s out of the way… now for the second part… crap! I’ll be fucked one year long, whenever he feels like it. But I’m going to enjoy it, I’m sure of it… a small smile curled on his lips.
