The Ancient stalked off into the jungle, cradling Alonzo against him, and Alonzo leaned contentedly against the big man’s shoulder, inhaling his scent—so exotic, even for men who lived on a tropical island. At last he stopped and Alonzo opened his eyes to see that they were near one of the steaming pools. He lowered Alonzo to his feet and pointed to the water.
Alonzo walked, albeit rather unsteadily after so much activity and the aftereffects of the wine, into the water and washed away the fluids of the other men, making himself clean as he could possibly get for this Ancient. He glanced furtively at the giant of a man standing, with arms folded across his chest, watching Alonzo as he bathed. The water was warm and soothing, the night air coolly fanning across Alonzo’s skin. His nipples puckered, but was it from the cold night air, or arousal in anticipation of what this golden god would do to Alonzo? And if so, how could he possibly rise to the occasion again?
There was an unearthly sort of silence in the jungle, no human voices to fill the night. Alonzo sensed they had come far from the ceremonial circle, alone, not another human in sight. Only the calls of the birds and the wild animals screaming at a distance, the wind feathering the trees—nature’s exotic music, fitting for the atmosphere of this place and this night.
Now wet and more fully revived, he turned to face the Ancient. Alonzo wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly began to masturbate. The Ancient watched him stroke. It was some time before his flesh responded, but the Ancient seemed willing to wait. With his other hand Alonzo kneaded a nipple. He pleasured himself, not daring to bring himself to climax when the moment came close. His only desire was to please the Ancient whose eyes were fastened to him.
The Ancient finally held up a hand and motioned Alonzo forward. Alonzo dropped his hands to his sides, hauled himself back onto the embankment and walked to the golden giant. He was fully aroused by now, his body painfully taut, and he needed this Ancient to take him quickly. But he exerted every bit of self-control Squire had taught him over the last months.
“Your first duty is to please me, your master, with unquestioning obedience, at all times. You will not come unless I allow it. You will always ask permission. Never attempt to second-guess a master. But always attempt to anticipate his needs. In this your service will be perfect. This is the first duty of an initiate.”
Alonzo remembered his mentor’s words and strove to perform perfectly.
Immediately, he dropped to his knees in anticipation of the Ancient’s desires. His eyes widened at the immense gold-dusted cock staring him in the face. Long moments passed as he waited, anticipating with equal parts eagerness and fear, fascination and excitement, what this Ancient would demand of him. He had some idea why the Ancient had brought him here, but with anyone in authority, a newblood should never try to second-guess what was truly in their mind.
No words passed between them. He realized he’d misjudged as the Ancient pulled him to his feet. He fastened his mouth over Alonzo’s, forcing his head back as he enfolded Alonzo in his strong arms. Alonzo knew immediately that this was the type of man he was meant to belong to. Not just any man of authority, but an Ancient, one with more strength than any other on the island. This was why he had come here.
The Ancient lifted him in his arms and carried him to a well-cushioned spot beneath a tree. The Ancient let his feet trail to the ground and then motioned for Alonzo to take his position. Alonzo once more dropped down, this time to hands and knees, shoulders pressed to the carpet of soft leaves and grass, ass raised, back bowed, a measure of perfect alignment for service to his form. Alonzo braced himself with his hands, thankful he’d been opened by the ceremony so that he might find some measure of pleasure with this Ancient’s possession. The water had helped somewhat to soothe and heal. Everything about this island seemed to offer amazing recuperative energy.
He felt the bulbous cockhead at his hole. The biting friction as his entrance was stretched wide was beyond any that had penetrated him before. Alonzo welcomed the pain of the claiming, the pain-pleasure of sensation, the possession that marked him as servant to this immortal.
Without warning he slammed into Alonzo, taking his breath away. He rooted himself deep inside Alonzo’s passage. Alonzo felt himself ripped apart, but he wanted it, loved the feeling of ownership instilled by the Ancient. Loved being filled to capacity, so completely—all power taken from him. The powerlessness to disobey softened him beneath the control of this Ancient. To be so completely, irrevocably owned by another.
A gold-dusted hand came out to grip one of Alonzo’s and bring it down to his own cock, a gold hand over his own bronzed flesh, guiding him to pleasure himself as the Ancient began to work his cock inside Alonzo’s stretched channel.
Alonzo had never felt anything as all consuming as this in all his young life. It wasn’t strictly the fucking, but the manner of the mastery that claimed his submission. He heard the whimper that arose from his throat as the Ancient worked him into a frenzy of need, his blood boiling, racing through his veins at the speed of light. There was nothing beyond this moment. The earthy smells of the jungle, the mating, the man fucking him who smelled of sea mist and exotic spices, all fused together inside him.
Alonzo lost track of time and of place as the Ancient drew from him time and time again, until he felt it was impossible for him to experience more pleasure than he did at this moment. But it didn’t end as the Ancient forced Alonzo to respond to his touch, to his presence beyond the limits of all possibility.
This is what it meant to be a receiver. This is what he was fashioned to be. It echoed through his mind again and again as he gave and gave as much as he could, opening himself completely, whimpering, gasping as he gave completely of himself to this…god.
With this initiation by an Ancient, he had reached the next level and as the Ancient pummeled into him time and time again, the cadence echoed through him and a chant formed inside his mind. I am his. I am his. I am his. If he’d ever had any doubts, they were smothered by this coupling. He might be an initiate after this night, but to be this man’s receiver was surely his destiny, why he had been brought here. Another explosion inside him had him gasping for breath as he received the seed of the Ancient one last time before losing consciousness.
Alonzo returned to awareness with the sensation that he was floating and realized the Ancient was carrying him once again. He didn’t want this night to end, and Alonzo looked up at the magnificence of the immortal who cradled him in his powerful arms. The Ancient stopped at the edge of the clearing and gazed down at Alonzo; there was just the slightest bit of gentleness in his fixed, penetrating gaze. Just the slightest, just enough to bind this initiate to him, body and soul. As though he knew the exact moment that fusion occurred, he then strode forward and gently placed Alonzo near the other newbloods sleeping by the fire. The Ancient leaned forward and offered Alonzo one last soul-branding kiss as though to sear the memory into Alonzo’s very heart.
Alonzo reached up as though to draw the Ancient to him, not wanting to let him go, but stopped himself from touching the Ancient. It was not his right to hold such a being in his arms. Tonight he had received more than he ever could have imagined. As the Ancient moved out of sight, Alonzo curled up next to the newblood David, sprawled in utter exhaustion, next to him. This was a night he would never forget.
Just before dawn, they were awakened by the Spiritmasters. Alonzo opened his eyes and surveyed the area. His ass burned from all the attention he had received during the ceremony. His cock couldn’t have arisen to serve had he tried. He had vague memories of being fucked by an Ancient, but knew that had to be a fantasy induced by the wine.
They were told to kneel up in a straight line, hands clasped behind them, resting at the small of their backs. They each did as they were instructed. Two Spiritmasters approached, one carrying a tray of white, beaded collars, the symbol of an Initiate. They stopped at each newblood and fastened the collar around his throat. One could almost see the initiate puff up with pr
ide as a collar was fastened.
When the last one was completed, they were each given a goblet of cleansing wine to complete the ritual. When it was finished, David, the Initiate kneeling next to Alonzo, stared at him.
“Where have you been?”
“Why?”
“You’re covered in gold powder.”
Alonzo stilled. Had it not been a dream after all? He glanced at the dais, now vacant. Which of them had he been with? The gold face powder and paint had hidden his identity. Which of them had kept him mindless with pleasure for the long hours of the night?
His body and spirit were more open now than ever before. He reverently fingered the beaded collar at his throat. He belonged. He had completed the first ritual and much more than that. Would the Ancient come to claim him again? In a part of himself, he felt that he had already been chosen and it was just a matter of time until the Ancient revealed his intentions. But Alonzo knew one thing—he was a different man from the one who had come to the ceremony a newblood. And he had no reservations about his path. He had opened himself to the role of receiver like the earth to the sun. The thought of rising to the level of master never even entered his mind. No, he knew his path and accepted it, embraced it.
This was only the beginning.
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Adrianna Dane has been putting pen to paper since the age of ten. She currently
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