When the fire in my back began to subside, the Master's servant spoke again. "You are a slow learner. There are endless consequences for disobedience. It is nothing, boy, to disobey me, his servant. When he joins us here, you will be torn apart for disobeying his command. Beg him, scream in your pain, but do not disobey. Heed me."
He tells me that the Master will arrive in the morning, that I should sleep deeply in order to have sufficient energy for the tasks he will present to me. A pallet has been thrown on the altar where I am to sleep, to await the Master's arrival. The servant gives me a sleeping drought which I meekly accept and fall into a deep sleep instantly.
I awaken when a light above the altar, originally intended to shine on the host for the parishioners benefit, comes on and gently illuminates my form. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see other forms in the shadows moving slowly toward me. My mind races. " Now, finally, " I think, "He is here for me. I am the host. I am the body broken for him. I am the sacrifice here. I will be devoured by this man. My body, my blood, my cock, my ass are all his. I will worship him with all my being."
He moves from the shadows and comes to my side. I can barely breathe as he comes into focus. He is extraordinary, tall and dressed like me in a t- shirt and 501s, but there is little resemblance aside from the clothing. But for his head, he is hairless. The skin I can see is a translucent ebony, not unlike the patina of a black pearl, but with an undertone of red. He is tall enough that his bulging crotch is just at the level of my face as I lie on the altar. I'd guess him at 6'6" or so, with a V-shaped torso and a full head of black hair shaved close on the sides and worn long in a braid that falls over his shoulder. Fear of reprisal prevents me from asking if he is the Master, and blocks my curiosity about the shadow figures behind him.
Without speaking, he pulls my t-shirt up toward my head as I lift my chest to accommodate his action. He looks with evident interest at what his curiosity has uncovered then touches my left nipple lightly. I am stunned, as if his finger is both electrified and on fire. I scream and arch my back as he takes my nipple between his luminescent thumb and forefinger. Screaming for mercy, I gasp for air while he twists and pulls simultaneously, still watching me with the same apparent detached curiosity. After a few seconds of inflicting agony, he relents and I fall back on the altar, panting, trying to catch my breath while the blinding pain in my nipple begins to fade. The ten seconds of his touch has left me rock hard, my purple cockhead staring one eyed at us as it peeks from my new foreskin. I move my hand to press on my cock, trying to relieve some of the preorgasmic tension. As I do he grasps both my hands and pulls my arms above my shoulders, all the while continuing his unsettling silent staring at me. I have a good view of his face now as he hovers over me, staring intently into my eyes. His face is beautiful, angular and radiant in translucent blackness. His eyes appear to be carved from obsidian with narrow horizontal pupils that dilate as he leans close into my face, continuing his stare. I can smell his breath now, fragrant in a way I have never encountered but which demands me to fill my lungs with his essence. I breathe deeply and feel a rush like a hundred hits of amyl nitrate, dizzying and incredibly erotic. My cock throbs and seems filled to bursting. Precum lubricates my foreskin and stains my jockeys. My whole body feels preorgasmic, and while my dick waits on the verge of ejaculation, I know somehow that it will not happen before he gives permission.
Through my erotic dizziness, with my precum oozing cock in a seemingly permanent preorgasmic spasm, I hear his first words to me. "My power brings you to orgasm, doesn't it? And you're well aware it also keeps you there, just on the edge of ecstasy. Welcome to the world of power and pain. You will stay with me in that place for a while as we journey through my kingdom, 'The kingdom of darkness' or the 'underworld' in your inadequate argot. Where you now lay is the doorway through which all the boys I select pass into a life of service to me. Service, pain and pleasure will be your only values, all that will be necessary to fulfill your commitment to me and to my kingdom."
"A life of service to this being," I think. My fear of getting to the threshold and being cast aside begins to alleviate. "I see you are relieved", he says. "A life of suffering and damnation appeals to you then. We shall see. Take off your pants." I obey and my 501s fall by the altar. My cock has uncovered its glans and has pushed past the elastic in my Jockeys toward my navel. I can smell my muskiness. I worry that it will offend him. He moves his tall, lean figure over me and sniffs the bit of cock showing above my briefs. He does this for several seconds then licks at the smegma accumulated during the night. The touch of his tongue on my cockhead sends a jolt through my penis and down my perineum. My cockhead flares and swells with blood to twice its normal size. I imagine it will burst and cover us with blood as it frantically tries to refill. It abates quickly, though and with it the pain. I have had a second electric taste of his body and the desire I have for him grows. I yearn for him to touch his tongue to my cock again, to jolt me into the orgasm on the brink of which I teeter.
"Shall I let you cum then, boy? Shall I suck your cock? Let me warn you. Death is my business. What I give you will make you feel as if you have never come before and will take you further toward a place from which there is no return. You will have what amounts to a seizure, for my mouth on your cock will overload your nervous system with waves of pain and pleasure which will leave you close to death. Moreover, you must understand and appreciate the nearness of death each time you cum in my presence?" Is that a place you are ready to go? Answer me boy, before the opportunity passes forever"
I have no answer but "yes". How could it be otherwise? I have followed my dreams to this place and met the Master. I have tasted his power and seen the look of love and hate in his dark eyes. I say, "Take me with your mouth to your kingdom. I will not wish to return to this life, but will beg to live in your shadow, loving you, loving the pain and release you give me." "Very well then, my handsome boy. There is more for you to know first." He picks me up off the altar as if I weigh nothing and stands me beside him, the top of my head even with his chin. I am irritated. I want him to get on with the blow job, to send me to nirvana in waves of pain and ecstasy as he has promised. I fidget. My cock is bursting and I feel filled with cum up to my esophagus.
I scream, "Now Master. Now. I have waited so long for your touch, for the promise of my dreams. Can we not fuck and then talk? I beg you to free me from this torment, this endless engorged waiting." With a half smile on his beautiful dark face he picks me up again and places me back on the altar, flat on my back and waiting, my cock red and throbbing, my lungs barely breathing in anticipation. As before, he stares curiously at me, faintly smiling. His eyes are blazing from within his stare as he lowers his face toward mine. "He is going to kiss me," I think. But then he lowers his face downward toward my midriff and beyond. I can feel the heat and cadence of his breath, now on my navel, now lower.. His face is in my pubic hair which begins to smolder as he licks and sucks above the base of my cock. He cups my balls in his left hand. Nothing happens for a second and then I begin to feel the heat as he starts to squeeze. His hand gradually becomes a fiery vice as he slowly squeezes the tender tissue of my scrotum, all the while measuring my response with his half smile and blazing eyes. The burning and the pressure become one as he begins to twist my sack and its contents. I writhe. I scream. He yanks. I am contorted, squirming like a worm on a hook, my cock bright red and obscenely swollen, drooling string after string of precum on my belly. Keeping his hand securely around my sack, he electrifies my left nipple with his index finger. The surge is intense and my nipple becomes rock hard as it too gets twisted. I can feel the connection he makes between my nipple and balls, the pain and pleasure rippling up and down my torso via my cock, the puddle of precum growing on my belly with each twist of his hands. My body cannot remain still. My hips thrust upward of their own accord, precum running up my belly toward my chest. He releases my balls and my nipple. He bends over and licks precum from my chest and presses his sloppy mouth on mine, my cock's essence coating both our mouths and faces. Then his tongue is in my mouth and my head explodes. As we suck each other's tongues, I experience intense sensations, unknown to me before but welcome now. My tongue, as it explores his tongue, his teeth, his palate feels alive, a creature in its own right yet attached to me and passing sensations of incredible intensity to my brain. His tongue and mine experience their own electric orgasms in our mouths, pulsing and throbbing, wrapping ecstatically around each other in some alien mating ritual. We breathe for each other and I am stunned by his breath, the smell of itt, the power of it, the intensity of the sensations that rack my body with each breath he gives me. He pulls away, leaving me to lie on the altar, and the sensations that.have flooded my body begin to subside. He studies my exhaustion as my body slowly returns to some steady state, though my penis remains red and engorged, still drooling precum.
"I have enjoyed giving you pleasure and causing you pain," he says quietly, "you clearly appreciate the combination. Now I will watch as you learn to appreciate the attentions of my apprentices. You will provide us all entertainment for a while. He motions and the figures in the shadows begin to move toward us, carrying what appear to be various tools and implements which I discern are to be used on me for the Master's enjoyment and delight.