part IV - I Am Enslaved to Another India Master

I had been owned and enslaved by an Indian (from India), Master DeeJay, who used me for his personal sexual pleasures and occasionally put me out to serve some of his Indian fellow countrymen. I was thrilled to serve in this way and enjoyed many exotic sexual practices from this ancient culture. Almost a year had passed since Master DeeJay had returned to India, and while I continued to service some of the Indian men who remained, it was mostly raw sex now, without Master's element of BDSM. I never heard from him again after his departure.

Out of the blue one day I answered a knock at my door. I was wearing only a bath towel having just showered. I often go to the door half dressed, wearing a thong or jockstrap, even nude - figuring if a stranger comes to my door uninvited, it's his problem for bothering me. I once surprised two male missionaries doing door-to-door conversions - they lost interest in "saving" me and I did my best to seduce them without success. I have a peep hole to see who is there so if it's a woman or someone I know, I quickly throw on something to look respectable. It was a man outside, a man from India whom I did not know. I debated opening the door but my erotic curiosity and my lust for Indians got the better of me. He was mid 30s, not at all handsome, dark-skinned, black haired, stocky, body hair apparent wherever bare skin showed. He had a hard look about him that made me a little apprehensive but also intrigud me.

"What can I do for you" I offered. "You have it right boy - I'll make it clear what you can do for me." he cracked while making his way past me into my house. "I am Salah - Master Salah to you, boy. I came here recently from India. I bought your contract from Master DeeJay and I'm here to claim my slave." With that, he ripped the towel from my body and pushed me naked to the floor to examine my body. Every inch of me was examined, touched, pinched, slapped, and fingers inserted into every one of my openings. He grunted (I believe in satisfaction) and turned abruptly to leave. "You will hear from me soon - plan on spending the weeekend entertaining me and a few of my friends." "Yes Master, Sir" I whispered. He left. Only then I realized the erotic intensity of all that had happened had made me cum on myself. I learned it was a special art of an Indian sexual cult to be able to induce males to ejaculate without touching them, even against their will - a kind of hypnotic spell put on them. Master Salah would use that on me regularly I was to find out. Masters of that cult used this practice to reward a slave on the rare occasionsthey allowed their slaves to cum - or to punish a slave by forcing him to cum multiple times against his will. I was to learn more of these Indian cult practices, and be made to submit to them by Master Salah.

I was still on a sexual "high" after he left, was still painfully hard, and masturbated right there on the floor a second cumload.

part V - Begin Service to Master Salah

I received my first Orders from my new Master Salah the next day, hand delivered by His messenger: 1. Invite My messenger in and suck his cock. 2. Report to me as indicated on Friday at 6:00 pm, prepared to spend the weekend with Me and friends.

The messenger was an Indian in his late 20s, wearing their garb, a white robe but nothing under it. He understood what I was to do to him. I knelt in submission - he raised his robe and dropped it over my head - I smothered his cock and balls with licks and sucks. I had not been impressed with his looks but under his robe I was aroused by what I faced. As usual, he was hairy, with hair halfway up his cock which was dark, fat but average length. He was already erect and came quickly in my eager throat. Without a word he left.

On Friday I reported as ordered to the site specified - the far end of a large parking lot, put on a mask as directed and waited with head down in my car. A car pulled up next to mine, a man stepped out and led me to his car - I sensed it was the same messenger. I was taken a few miles away to a quiet area with some buildings and led inside to Master Salah. The Master was alone and removed my mask. "You are here for My pleasure, boy, and to meet My colleagues." "You will treat them with the same respect, fervor and obedience as I require - need I say more?" "No, Master Sir."

My mask was put back on that I might not identify yet the men who were to examine and test me and make recommendations to Master whether I was to be admitted to their group. I was led to them to a room which the group used as a sort of shrine or temple to conduct their services. It was not a services evening and the 3 men and Master served as the Board for their cult. The cult itself was an obscure India cult devoted to the worship of Lord Phallus and the male member and maale sexuality. It had ancient roots that survive to this day and is well known but little talked about even in India. The walls of the temple were decorated with mosaics and statuary all depicting the male organ in various sizes and various male sexual activities. Many had bulging testicles and the cocks were often spurting cum - a sacred elixir to the cult.

They stripped me and placed me on a table or altar covered with a white cloth and proceeded under Master's supervision - He was the Spiritual Leader - to examine, probe, rub, every inch of me, inserting fingers into my various openings. They seemed satisfied with my body. Next every hair between my neck and my knees was shaved off, including my pits, cock, balls, ass. My body was rubbed thoroughly with lotions, differing for each part anointed - my lips and ears with one type, beneath my nose another, my pits, balls and asshole area another, my nipples and cock their special mixture, and my overall general body with the last. Candles and incense permeated the air. I became intensely aroused as the ceremony, the incense, the lotions all had an erotic effect on me. My lips warmed and puckered, opening and closing repeatedly on their own. My cock which had been hard from the start tingled and throbbed sensually, its head oozing its juices and quivering as if it was being lovingly licked. My nipples of good size naturally, seemed to swell to rockhardness and resembled mini penuses. Master Salah carefully massaged them between his fingers with more lotion as he chanted and stretched them erotically until they stood up about 1 1/2 inches - his partners quickly put a band of some type (a mini cockring?) at the base of each holding them up fat, proud and inviting. My cock dripped furiously by this time and its nectar was continually scooped up and put in a sacred vessel for later use. Otherwise my cock was ignored since there was to be a sacred ceremony and ritual specifically for its worship. A small cap was put on its head tho, kind of a mini glass vial. I was overwhelmed with lust, moaning and begging for relief. My nipples ached for a mouth on them to no avail. However, Master Salah seized one, I felt a pinprick at its tip, and he roughly jacked it forcefully and somehow it ejaculated drops of thick white fluid while I moaned frantically in an actual nipple orgasm. This was repeated with my other nipple. They had performed on me one of the cults ancient rituals - masturbating a nipple cock. When I came to, weak and exhausted, they were removing the vial from my cockhead which now contained ejaculate from my cock - they had caused me to cum without touching me at all by having me in a kind of coma or trance and ordering me by thought transmission to provide them my cum. This, another ancient lore of their cult, was done to me regularly to milk me for their ritual nextar, and sometimes as a reward for my ardor, sometimes repeatedly as punishment for misbehavior.

Finally, Master and each of His three assistants completed their inspection and pre-ceremony by markinging me to show their acceptance of me as a novitiate of their cult. Each approached the low altar I was naked on, one by one, squatted over my face and dropped their robe over me while rubbing their cocks and balls over my face and nipplesk inserting their cocks in my mouth to savor their cum drips. My temple service began - a temple prostitute? - an acolyte to serve the cult membersip!

part VI - Temple Whore in Service to Lord Phallus

I was now a changed being, existing in another world, obsessed and dedicated to the worship of the Male Genitalia, craving to worship the Cock in all its magnificence. I was a true convert to the Phallus cult and honored to be used in its worship rites as a vessel of pleasure. I was called upon twice a month to be the "sacrifice" at their religious service. I could not serve more often as the services required of me were so physically and emotionally and sexually draining I required time to recover and for my body to replenish itself. Some 35 members, all India men, formed the membership although only about 15 attended each service. Occasionally a carefully screened "guest" (non-Indian) was invited to participate - usually prominent in government, the embassies, religion, or business corporations. A strict masonic secrecy was maintained on attendees, dates of services, and the actual rites.

I was brought to the service, stripped naked, shaved if necessary, bathed, lotioned, and layed out on the altar cloth, wrists and ankles bound down with silken cloths, primed for use. My nipples were stretched and bound into mini cocks and my cock bound at its base, and decorated with colorful phalluses. Exotic music and sweet aromas filled the air. Master Salah, who served as the earthly representative of Lord Phallus, chanted prayers and called upon our Phallus Lord to harded our cocks, replenish our testicles with His cum elixir, and to accept our offering of my body for His pleasures. The members joined in the chants, stimulating their cocks to erection. Each thus joined Master in being a representative of Lord Phallus and enjoying on His behalf the pleasuring of their genitals by me.

The members formed a procession led by Master Salah and one by one each approached my body on the altar. I lay trancelike awaiting them, mildly drugged, intensely aroused, my lips quivering in lust, my mini nipplcocks and cock tingling with anticipation and already oozing cum -desperate to pleasure their genitalia and to extract their cum for Lord Phallus. Each approached, straddling my naked body, tonguing a cumdrip from my leaking cock, rubbing his cock and balls over mine as they moved up my body to tongue cum drips from my nipplecocks, again massaging my nipples with their genitalia and finally resting their genitals over my mouth and nose. I lapped at their testicles and after slipping his cock into my mouth briefly, each left for his partner to follow this ritual. My nipple cocks ozzed cum continually throughout and my cock flowed similarly from continuous orgasms - these cultists understood the mystic connection between the genitalia and the nipples and long ago mastered the art of extracting cum from both. After the last one completed his marking of my body, the members dispersed around the room, their robes bound up around their waists, exposing their asses and genitalia for admiration, adoration and enjoyment. They sipped aromatic beverages laced with mild drugs and aphrodisiacs. I ramained bound naked to the altar and available throughout the evening to each as their cocklusts crescendoed and required relief by the ravishing of my body. Cocks came and went continuously, sometimes in groups, and I in an unending nirvana of orgasm and ejaculation eagerly satiated them all. (Details of their lusts to follow).

part VII - Services Rendered for the Cult Members

The Members of the Phallus cult were all married men - single men served an novitiate with a married member where they were indoctrinated into the cult's dogmas and only were admitted to membership after they had married and had their first child - it was a requirement of Lord Phallus Himself that members be known to be fertile breeders. This novitiate approach was an ancient mature man-to-youth one respected and practiced by the ancient Greek aristocracy (and later the Romans) and is believed it was introduced into India when Alexander the Great and his generals conquered parts of India.

The Indian men of the cult have no concept of homosexuality as it is known today or bi-sexuality. They were married men and fathers as any others in their Indian culture. The cult's beliefs did not consider the intimate relations between its male members as sexual - the genitalia were sacred parts of the body specially endowed from Lord Phallus. The special rites He decreed for worshipping the phallus and testicles and extracting their semen elixir for offering to Him were religious acts. Members were honored to be "called" to Him for this purpose and their families drew prestige from it. The rites were only performed as part of the cult religious services under guidance and discipline of the Leader - to do them apart and privately made them what we now consider homosexual acts and were thought to be disgraceful, vulgar and unacceptable - causing the wrath of Lord Phallus and expulsion from the cult.

The cult rituals were conducted only at the "temple". Exotic music and aromatic incenses filled the air. An exotic beverage of Asian teas containing aphrodisiacs and mild sedating drugs was kept in large containers and sipped continually by the members from small silver cups throughout the evening. Eroticism permeated the air and was exuded from each member's body. It could be smelled and licked and savored from the pits and testicles and tasted in the cock fluids.

My body, as the offered sacrifice to Lord Phallus was considered the special vessel for stimulating the cocks and collecting their flow of cum. As mentioned earlier, the services began with chants and a procession to the altar on which I was laid anointed and naked - the members each approached and showed their recognition and submission to Lord Phallus -rubbing their genitalia over parts of me and begging Him to accept their offering of semen. Each man's cock was considered an incarnation of Lord Phallus so that the men in worshipping each other's cocks throughout the services were worshipping Lord Phallus, not the member. Their long white robes (decorated with phalluses being adored) were kept hiked up to their hips fully exposing and providing access to their cocks and balls for any member who "got the call" to spontaneously kneel and adore their Lord present in the members' cocks. (Take ye and eat for this is my body?)

I remained on my altar lightly bound with silken thongs at wrists and ankles for members who had advanced to an erotic frenzy of ecstasy to deliver their cum directly to the sacred vessel of my body. (I was maintained in a continual erotic high by stimulants, akin to what one feels when masturbating and approaching but not reaching orgasm). I continually oozed cum from my nipples and cock, always collected and saved. At times men would approach on each side, pinch open their piss slits and lower them over my hard, extended nippls - the ooze from my nipples and the stimulant in the lotion they had been anointed with entered their cocks, escalating their erotic intensity to fevor pitch - I was frantically nipple fucked, my nipplecock fucking back and driving an inch and a half up their cocks with each of our mutual thrusts. Invariably in only a short time each man exploded and delivered his cockmilk shouting praise and supplications to Lord Phallus. Saucers placed around my nipples collected the offerings of cum for deposit in a community urn for that purpose. Others replaced these donors all evening.

Others made their offerings in my mouth as I worshipped their cockheads while they masturbated (no sucking was expected or desired). Others mounted me and used my anus for their offerings - it had been thoroughly cleaned out earlier and anointed - again with stimulating lotion which aroused and tightened my pleasure canal and hardened their cocks. An insert was first inserted in me, silkened inside and out, for pleasurable feeling (condom-like) and a flexible waterproof "bag" tied to their cockhead - the silken "condom" enhanced the erotic feeling of fucking and being fucked and prevented their cocks from ever touching my anal duct, considered unclean; the "bag" also enhanced the fucking process for both of us, a kind of PA effect, and served to collect and save the cumload offering for adding to the common cum elixir urn. At times I had two, three or four cocks simultaneously fucking my body and delivering their cum offerings - as each member was required to ejaculate at least three times for Lord Phallus. (to be continued)