Story by Custos
(Original posting 13 November 2019 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Anonymous commission: Temple of Hedonism

Light fell through the tall narrow stained-glass window and onto the sleeping Servi’s face, the goat boy mumbling in his sleep as he drifted closer to the waking world. The sheets were barely covering his nude form as his brown fur felt warm and cosy in the morning sun’s rays, the colour only interrupted by the bald spot that was his lower stomach and groin area where his two fleshy uncut penises rested side by side on top of his hefty goat balls. Through a botched experiment, Servi has been endowed by not one, but two phalluses, both capable of ejaculating at the same time and doubling his pleasure during sex. His nipples are pierced with two little rings, ready to be linked with a curious chain accessory Servi adorns when awake, which ends up linking to two cock rings which are to be applied to him after he wakes up.

The young adult caprine had travelled to the temple the day before, and was subsequently initiated by the founders So’eli and G’ti into their sexual religion by means of a masturbation ritual. The brown goat’s robot friend, Wetnip, had brought Servi to the ceremony and then went on with his daily duties, having promised to show the boy around today on a tour of the temple. Wetnip was a whole other class of entity, originally just an artificial machine but having evolved into a sentient and living semi-organic being.

Quietly, there are a few knocks on the door to Servi’s room, the caprine just turning around and lying on his stomach now as his cute butt and short tail are being displayed towards the entrance. Since the temple has no regard for privacy, everyone is constantly nude or semi-nude and also frequently engaged in all sorts of sexual acts with each other, so there really was no need for modesty or reservations, the door swings open and Wetnip peeks his head inside.

Contrary to his goat friend’s rich brown colour, Wetnip’s artificial body is a very pale blueish white with several blue marker stripes running down his torso towards his legs. He has no eyes or nose, which are surrogated by a mask, and a lean humanoid body which could easily be confused with an organic one since there are no seams or obvious robotic components. His large endowment hangs down between his legs, a penis to be truly envious off as it is both long, girthy and uncut, constantly dripping pre-cum down onto the floor as Wetnip seems to be in a permanent state of semi-arousal.

Seeing his friend lying on his belly on the bed makes Wetnip smile broadly, the robot crawling on top of the mattress and gently sliding between Servi’s open legs, leaning forward to place his tongue directly on the goat boy’s clean entrance. Servi moans a little in his sleep, being pulled from dreamland by the wet sensation lapping at his anus and sometimes gently probing inside, the caprine rubbing his eyes as he looks back over his shoulder. He can barely see the top half of Wetnip’s head as he rocks back and forth rhythmically whilst holding Servi’s buttocks open, the goat clenching his anus shut to tease his friend’s intrusion:”Direct as ever, you haven’t changed a bit, Wetnip!”

The robot grins broadly as his entire head now moves up in sight, the artificial being resting his chin on top of Servi’s buttocks and using the globes like pillows:”I only evolve in positive ways! Why break a formula that works!”
Servi chuckles and sits up, stretching his arms in a loud yawn whilst Wetnip comes and sits next to him, the randy robot reaching into the caprine’s lap to fondle both his friend’s girthy lengths:”I missed playing with these two! Most of the people here are rather vanilla in shape.”
The goat chuckles and retrieves his chains, hooking up the accessory to both his nipple rings and then sliding the attached cock rings over both his shafts with some help from Wetnip. Next the goat boy slides on his white socks and gloves, which are very long and end up mid-thigh and up to his armpits respectively, finishing off dressing with his see-through yellow short cloak. Servi steps into his sandals and indicates he’s ready to go, Wetnip just smiling as he observes how his organic friend needs so many layers to feel comfortable going around. The robot only wears a utility belt, open gloves and open shoes himself.

Servi and Wetnip leave the room, the goat reaching in his bag for a key when he realises he never received one:”Uhm, Wetnip, wasn’t I supposed to get a key for my room?”
Wetnip looks amused and balances on the heels of his feet as he rocks back and forth with his arms crossed behind his back:”Silly Servi, you have no need for keys here. We’re all very respectful of each other’s possessions. And well, private space is an unknown term in here, so you better get used to people dropping by and helping themselves to that sweet body of yours.”
Servi looks a bit sheepish at his friend, which is kind of funny since he’s a goat, and then closes the door behind him whilst mumbling somewhat under his breath. He feels Wetnip’s arms slide around his waist and pull the caprine into a hug from behind, Servi sighing and smiling as he looks back at his friend’s face. Wetnip just keeps smiling and says:”Don’t worry, Serv. You’ll like it here, really. And I’m here for you.”

The goat boy can feel how Wetnip’s hands slide from his waist down to his two penises, giving both fleshy tubes a few playful squeezes as Servi shudders in a sudden charge of delight running up his spine:”Ngh, I’m sure you’ll always be there for me, Wetnip. You kinky bot.”
The pale white and blue robot just grins broadly again, giving Servi’s now semi-erect cocks a few last tugs and drawing back their foreskins completely to reveal the shiny tips before releasing his friend and stepping back. The goat observes how a few drops of sticky pre-cum have dripped down from Wetnip’s large cock to the floor, the robot leaking copious amounts when not stimulated and even more when he is actively aroused. Servi smiles and returns the favour, gently grabbing his friend’s penis and drawing back the skin a few times in a masturbatory motion, Wetnip’s head leaning back as his mouth hangs open in a pleasurable expression, more pre-cum oozing up from his cock head and sticking to the goat’s hand.

Servi is about to let go and urge his friend to start the tour around the temple, when suddenly a few unfamiliar faces pop up from around the corner and recognise Wetnip, looking very please:”Oh, Wetnip! Just the person we needed!”
Breathless, Servi observes how incredibly normal and casually these people each took the robot’s thick penis in their hands and pumped him for a good dollop of clear pre-cum, the last one even massaging his hands down the length as if squeezing the last bit of toothpaste from the tube. They thank Wetnip as they apply the pre-cum to their own cocks, they were nearly or completely nude after all, and then start jacking off as they walk on, using the robot’s pre-cum as lube for their own masturbation.

The goat stands in place, a little perplexed, as Wetnip just laughs and pats his hand on Servi’s shoulder:”Yeah, I produce a lot as you know. It’s useful for others so anyone can pump or milk me whenever they want. It’s quite erotic and makes me feel useful, really.”
The caprine nods and follows his friend as they start walking down the hallway too, a trail of tiny droplets left in Wetnip’s wake as he still continues to produce more pre-cum:”I see.”

Wetnip explains how most of the temple is designed to be just communal spaces for everyone to perform their daily duties and pleasures in, how a large section was kept for ritualistic purposes, and how the temple keeps modifying itself each time a new member settles in as if it were a sentient being. This sparks Servi’s naturally inquisitive nature, the goat being a researcher and thus extremely intrigued by this revelation. He makes a mental note of it to explore that topic further later on.

First to be shown on the tour was the communal recreation room for their block of sleeping quarters, the two entering just as a large group of people were hanging out in various states of undress and sexual engagement. A few are there to just watch a movie on the big television, play some foosball, or even read a book in the quiet corner, but then there’s also an area designated for people who are actively searching to relieve some of the burning in their loins. Since the temple suppresses the pleasure one receives from orgasm, except when it is lifted temporarily by one of the founders, most residents were constantly horny and open for business as they say. Servi and Wetnip stand near the foosball table as they observe a group going at it, all spread over comfortable chairs, couches, beanbags and mattresses spread over the floor, as if playing voyeurs at an orgy.

It doesn’t matter what gender you are biologically, what gender you identify as, or what your sexual preferences are, there’s always someone or something for you to experience at the temple. Servi feels a slight blush creep on his cheeks as he watches cocks being sucked and masturbated, being rubbed between a firm pair of tits and buttocks, frotted against other cocks and more. And of course, sweet pussies of all sizes and shapes, tight or experienced, being stimulated, sucked, diddled and more. The goat subconsciously moves his bag in front of his crotch, feeling his cock rings tighten as his blood pumps his penises into firm erections, his eyes glued on a pair of girls being all oiled up with cum and pre-cum from the other participants and basically play-wrestling with each other. Their firm breasts smushed together as well as their plump vulvas being ground into each other with a feverish urgency, the two girls passionately french kissing each other as both their sets of hands roam wildly over each other, alongside multiple pairs of hands belonging to other participants.

Wetnip notices his friend’s predicament and moves behind Servi again, gently pulling away the goat’s bag and allowing both thick cocks to be proudly revealed to the crowd, drawing back their foreskins and observing the big drops of pre-cum ooze out of the cock slits:”No worries, Serv. You’re with us now, no need to be modest.”
Some heads turn towards the two every now and then as Wetnip uses one hand on one of Servi’s cocks and masturbates his friend from behind, grinding his own fattening penis into the caprine’s ass crack, and they smile encouragingly at the new face but are mostly absorbed by their own pleasure.

And then Servi lets out a loud gasp in surprise, looking down as he can see two guys, a fox and a wolf, have crawled over to him and are now each licking at one of his cock heads as they’re revealed in Wetnip’s rhythmic masturbation motions. The goat leans back more into his robot friend, feeling his knees grow weaker, Wetnip just smiling and supporting his buddy as best he can whilst continuing to masturbate Servi:”See! You’re gonna fit right in.”
Servi nods and moans, feeling the warm tongues of the fox and wolf lap and slide over the sensitive surfaces of his cock heads, the caprine oozing pre-cum like crazy as he feels Wetnip’s own wet cock head snuggle itself between his ass cheeks. The goat somewhat surrenders to the pleasure of the moment, his eyes rolling up into his skull as he grinds his ass back into his robot friend’s gyrating groin, feeling an orgasm announcing itself.

Servi is about to alert Wetnip of that fact, but he can already feel his robot friend’s hands stop in their tracks, the fox and wolf withdrawing as well when they feel the caprine’s cocks pulse in impending orgasm. Somehow Servi’s pleasure wasn’t heightened in the building of his climax, the goat panting heavily as he calms down and feels the urge to ejaculate subside. Wetnip grins and pats his friend’s shoulder:”Yeah, that feeling will fade. The temple’s blessing will eventually completely negate your body’s urge to climax, allowing you to enjoy sex uninterrupted. Give it some time.”

The artificial boy gently guides Servi out of the recreation room and back into the hallway, the caprine’s two penises bobbing up and down in front of him as pre-cum drips the heads. Wetnip’s own girthy member has left a sticky mess between Servi’s buttocks, the goat reaching back and feeling just how relaxed his anal muscle is after the massage his robot friend’s cock head gave it. Wetnip’s frisky mood becomes even more apparent when he takes hold of one of Servi’s cocks and gently guides him along, as casual as if he’s holding his friend’s hand instead.

More and more heads turn their way as the other temple inhabitants observe Servi’s extraordinary crotch, some even coming over to ask him a few questions about his two cocks and even requesting to touch or suck them. The goat is blushing fiercely with the increasingly erotic requests, Wetnip just grinning as he encourages his friend to allow the other temple goers to sample his two erect cocks by means of hand, lips or even pussy or ass. Servi is too shy for the latter, but allows many guys and girls to draw back the skin on his cocks and suckle one after another, some of them curious whether they taste the same and produce the same amount of pre-cum.

Wetnip is not excluded from the fun, the robot embracing his embarrassed friend around the waist with one arm as he proudly stands with his hips pushed forward, his thick long cock throbbing as it is sucked and manhandled by multiple people. They even push his cock against Servi’s, encouraging the robot to hunch down behind the goat and push his cock up from underneath the caprine’s balls, so that now three cocks stand between the blushing researcher’s legs. Sandwiched by Servi’s cocks, one of the temple goers sucks the tip of Wetnip’s pre-cum leaking cock as it is slide up and down between his friend’s shafts, the robot moaning into Servi’s back and holding him tightly around the waist, as if fucking him from behind.

Servi is seeing stars and he can feel an orgasm rising once more, although muted as if suppressed by a power unbeknownst to him. Wetnip withdraws his cock from between his friend’s legs and thanks the others for their erotic manhandling before guiding Servi back along. The goat researcher spots a bench near a little shrine and sits down for a moment, panting and heaving with flushed cheeks as he indicates he needs a moment. Wetnip sits down along with his friend, the caprine asking him:”How can you even get things done? If you can’t climax, don’t you stay constantly horny and unable to focus on other things?”
Wetnip just smiles and leans back on the bench, his girthy cock laying on his thigh in Servi’s direction as thin ropes of clear pre-cum drip from his foreskin onto his friend’s leg:”You learn to manage that pretty quickly. When pleasure becomes so integrated in your everyday business, your brain learns to just enjoy the continuous ride and it becomes a subconscious thing. Kind of like how you organic beings breathe and blink constantly but are so used to it that you’re not even aware anymore that it’s happening. So will sex and constant pleasure become second nature to you.”

The goat researcher listens with open mouth, his red caprine irises widening at the prospect of such a lifestyle. Servi has always had hedonistic inclinations, but just because he’s such a horny goat he’s had to resort to coming to the temple in seek of relief, so that he could actually focus on his scientific work. Making sex so casual and second nature that one nearly doesn’t pay it any more mind is an option that never even registered as a possibility with him.

After the caprine has calmed down once more, reassured by Wetnip that the control will get better, they once again continue the tour and find people in various states of undress and sexual engagement all throughout the temple. The workspace offices are actually quite busy and Servi observes how most of the workers don’t even seem to realise that under every desk seems to sit a person ready to suck off the one sitting down. They type their reports, make their calls, file their paperwork, all the while being masturbated, suckled, rimmed, licked, and most other forms of pleasure that are not too intrusive. Wetnip looks at the clock and elbows Servi to pay attention, which the caprine does. A short ringing is audible when the longest clock hand ticks onto the hour, everyone in the office space suddenly stopping whatever they’re doing and switching with their colleagues under the desks. Apparently everyone gets to do work for an hour whilst being pleasured, whilst spending every other hour doing the pleasuring instead. As Servi and Wetnip leave the offices behind, the robot explains that because of this policy no one has ever been more eager to get to work, enjoying long breaks whilst experiencing pleasure every minute they’re working as well.

Suddenly Wetnip spots another good friend of his, an impressive horse man with an equally impressive thick long girthy equine cock dangling between his legs. The robot introduces Servi to him and as casual as shaking hands, the horse and Wetnip shakes each other’s penises, then the equine does the same with the goat, although he’s surprised to find two penises to shake instead of one. He looks happy enough, though, instead using both hands to massage and milk Servi’s two cocks for a moment, making the caprine blush once more. The horse then directs his attention back to Wetnip, informing him he’s run out of the robot’s naturally produced lube and would like some more, holding up an empty plastic bottle. Wetnip is all too happy to oblige and assumes his cocky hips-pushed-forward stance whilst planting his hands in his waist. The horse grins and kneels down, giving the artificial being’s thick penis a cheeky kiss and suckle before rolling back the foreskin and starting a milking motion along its length, with the bottle on the ground ready to catch the long strings of clear liquid oozing forth and dangling down from Wetnip’s shiny glans.

Servi is quietly observing, still blushing but intrigued with the fact Wetnip’s constant state of arousal causes enough pre-cum production for the people of the temple to use him as some sort of walking lube dispenser. When the horse starts licking around Wetnip’s balls and the base his penis, the equine also reaches a hand through the robot’s legs and extends a finger to start tickling and teasing the tight pucker hidden between the firm ass cheeks. Wetnip moans out, leaning his head back a bit and this is where Servi decides to take a page out of his friend’s book, moving behind the robot and embracing him as he presses his two leaking erect cocks against the artificial boy’s ass. The caprine reaches his two hands around his friend’s chest and starts playing and tweaking the robot’s nipples, Wetnip moaning out even louder as his cock throbs in delight, more pre-cum oozing out than before.

It doesn’t take but five minutes or the bottle is as good as filled, the horse and Servi releasing the robot from his pleasurable torture. The much taller equine lifts Wetnip up into his arms, giving him a big hug in gratitude, taking the opportunity to grind the smaller boy’s body against his warm form. He then does the same with Servi, welcoming him to the temple proper as the goat can feel the huge horse cock bounce up between his legs and slapping him on the ass a few times. They part ways, promising to meet up soon again, Wetnip’s cock still dripping as he leaves a trail of little sticky droplets behind.

The two peek into the library briefly, the many shelves of books broken up with tables and chairs as well as comfortable couches, some of which are currently in use not for academic purposes but for some intense groping and smooching. Servi sees a rather big bear sleeping on one of the couches, his penis at half-mast as it bounces up and down with his heartbeat. That on its own is not so surprising, were it not for the lion guy quietly walking up to the sleeping bear and kneeling down between his legs, gently starting to suckle and lap at the tip of the ursine’s cock. Thick clear drops of pre-cum well up from the shiny head, the lion not disturbing the sleeping bear at all as the ursine continues to snore peacefully, manhandled and molested in his sleep by a seemingly random person just walking up to him and deciding to feast on his delicious pre-cum.

Servi looks at Wetnip, but the robot just shrugs:”As I said earlier, there’s no privacy here, especially when you’re in public. If you decide to snooze in a public place in the temple, don’t be surprised if some lucky guy or girl is gonna help themselves to your cocks. It’s kind of an invitation at that point, you know. Everyone gives consent as soon as they come to live here.”
The goat turns his eyes to the scene again, wrapping his head around that concept but he has to admit that one knows what’s in store if they decide to settle down at the temple.

Wetnip is absentmindedly masturbating himself as they walk on to the next quarters, which turn out to be the kitchens. The robot grins and confides in Servi that the goat is in for a treat, opening the doors and revealing the insides to his friend. Like with the office spaces, people are walking around and going about their normal daily business like moving boxes with ingredients, tasting the food, checking the ovens, cleaning the dishes and so forth. Only, in addition to having a portion of the staff sit down along a wall and using their mouths and hands to pleasure the person coming over in between their work, there are no desks to sit under and that wouldn’t be safe anyway with all the hot pots and pans, there is also a row of guys of various species sitting down on one long countertop. They all have masturbator toys attached to their cocks, the guys leaning back and either fondling each other or themselves, as they are milked of their pre-cum quite literally. The produced liquid is collected in big pots between their legs, which are exchanged when almost full and then used as an active ingredient in most of the food that’s being prepared.

Servi is flabbergasted, Wetnip just grinning as he masturbated both himself and one of his friend’s cocks:”Awesome, isn’t it? I come donate pre-cum every other day because of my high production, they love me. I bet they would love you two, what with your two cocks and all.”
The goat’s head is spinning as he sees one of the chefs take one of the masturbators off a rhino’s cock and suckles the tip into his mouth, as if sampling the quality of the ingredient produced. He nods approvingly, replaces the masturbator and exchanges the pot with an empty one, taking the pre-cum filled pot to his station to be used in his food preparation. Wetnip explains that every guy has their own distinct flavour and the chefs have to constantly sample them to see whether their pre-cum is suitable for the dish they’re preparing.

The two close the doors behind and Servi’s chest is once again heaving in excitement, needing to just squeeze his two penises for a moment for sweet relief, panting and moaning as he does. Wetnip grins and helps his friend by rubbing his own pre-cum wet cock head against the caprine’s balls, semi-embracing his friend. The robot then whispers:”If you’re a little overwhelmed, we could go back to your quarters for a bit and just hang out. We can finish the rest of the tour later.”
Servi nods with his tongue sticking out of his mouth, the poor guy having had to digest a lot of information, sensations, and experiences in the past couple of hours. They both walk back to the goat boy’s room, holding each other’s cocks as they do.