3 comments/ 16989 views/ 13 favorites Hypnotized Male Temple Prostitute By: TaleTeller4035 In the last week of May, 1979, before the bogeyman Aids, and on a Friday, of course, I was laid off from work; I had already lined up a new job that didn't start until the first week of September, so I was in the perfect position to live out a purely disgusting and promiscuous summer. I am a cum slut; I have no moral conflict-I want to suck off as many cocks as possible, anonymously, one after another. The following Monday, I made my way to the Garden Theater on the North Side to indulge totally. It was an old, giant movie house that now played stale heterosexual porn in the main theater upstairs and down below, in a much smaller area, gay porn on a large TV screen, and in an adjacent, dark room men gathered to either suck cock or be sucked-and sometimes to fuck or be fucked in an anonymous blanket of dark, spoiled only by a dimly defiant exit sign that would mysteriously be turned off around 8 PM. Unusually warm and humid, even late in the day, so I wore only a mid-cut t-shirt and thin, silky short shorts, no underwear and a tight cock ring about my cock and balls. My package would be obvious. I parked three blocks away on a side street and sat in the car and smoked a bowl of hash. And it was exceptional. I experienced a shaky, discombobulated body stone and, as I stepped out of my car, I had to concentrate on locking the door. I was ripped and rid of any and all inhibitions. I wobbled as I turned to walk away and I giggled. Carefully, I made my way down the street with twilight slowly creeping about. Purely from anticipation, my cock hardened as I walked toward the theater; an elderly black couple passed me -my cock prominently outlined through the sheer silky cloth of the shorts, bending left and leaking pre-cum- and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw both of them glance at my cock's bulge and the small pre-cum stain beginning to appear. That so excited me, and along with the idea of starting my summer cock feast, I was about to explode. Once inside, I quickly went down the steps, into the room. Darkness would prevent eyes from seeing me kneel and take cock after cock down my throat, or bend over and take cock after cock up my ass. A dark comfortable blanket of anonymity filled me with courage. To indulge completely in ravenous, overwhelming, male lust, to crave profoundly to consume load after load of cum defined my identity as a cum slut. The others within this dark room were males not unlike me, each indulging in a common, elemental lust, each seeking a quick fix for an unruly, erect cock, each espousing a collective motto-a hard cock has no conscious. My shorts, cowered about my ankles; my right hand slowly stroking my erection as I leaned against the wall. Vague forms slowly came into view as my eyes adjusted to the dark in the humid and fetid air; the smell of cum filled my nostrils, along with the air that tasted like freshly fucked ass; a chorus of aromas of unwashed ass, cock and body odor, an evolving rhythm blending and countering the competing sounds that formed a complex melody: slurping cock-sucking sounds, low groaning of males being sucked swirled about in my head like a halleluiah chorus, and my chest heaved in and out as breathing quickened, fantasy deepened. Helpless, awaiting to be taken and used, I felt a presence behind me, and then a hand coming up from behind, through my crotch, and roughly cupping and gripping my balls. Squeezing them, the hand's face came down to the side of my head-his words spilled into my ears. "You're a cum slut, right?" he asked as his whiskey and beer breath wafted about my face. An alcohol fueled Master can be extremely dangerous, but equally as exciting. "Yes, sir," I instinctively said, my tone of voice revealing my slave-like presence, my body trembling, my cock throbbing, my balls aching as he continued to squeeze. He brought my left hand back to greet his rock hard cock; it was over two fistfuls long and my fingers barely touched as I gripped its steel spring-like bearing. I felt his left hand grab my cock and his other hand squeeze my balls until I was up on my tiptoes. Breaking, surrendering to his touch, wanting him to take complete control, for what he would do was what I wished and craved. "Oh, good," his deep male voice murmured, "you're a submissive cum slut, I see your cock jumps in my hand as I squeeze your balls-you're a pain slut, also. Oh, yes, you and I were made for each other; an evening is before us that will stuff you with exactly what you most deeply crave. Hollow men like you are ravenous and never are filled; a black hole is at the center of your soul, sucking in whatever sexuality passes by you. "You begin a decent into hell or heaven, depending on viewpoint. " Over my ash-white, curvy booty his hard, large hand explored and gripped until his fingers creased my ass cheeks' slit and his middle digit found my asshole, skimming over its sticky surface, and then bringing it to my mouth. Opening my lips immediately, he delivered it as far back into my mouth as he could go; against the wall, the left side of my face smudged against it, on tiptoes, my cock squirming in ecstasy-and my ass tasted on his finger; I eagerly swallowed my saliva. "Exactly what you want, yes sir, you love that taste. Jamming your nose into my mid-drift, I'll shove my cock down your throat until you gag for life, give you a mouthful of air and gag you again...and again...and again far into the night, until I bore of gagging and choking you. I'll ram my cock up your ass until you feel it choking you, splitting your body with my piercing 9" devil-cock. I can go and go all night, hard as a steel beam, ever lustful of pounding you every moment, ruling your very breath, your every thought, owning more than your mouth and ass, possessing you like a devil -your very soul. And when I need a break, I'll use my belt as a leash about your neck and walk you about as a cum slut trophy for every man in here to take a piece of you." Images formed, lust enraged, my will was in his hands because he knew my fantasies within my head. Fear, lust and excitement mixing a potent cocktail, guzzling it without hesitation- drunk with a lust beyond description, I tried to capture my sanity, only to have him hold a small bottle to my nose and command me to inhale over and over the poppers' potent fumes-and I did, deeply, repetitively until he took it away. Then, he removed my t-shirt and shorts. Standing there with only sandals and a cock ring, I sensed a crowd of other cocks hovering about me. The Rush, along with the Hash high, spun the darkness into a fevered hallucinogenic imagining. [Once, I had a several week affair with a queer professor, and he had told me I was probably a reincarnated temple prostitute from one of the Canaanite fertility religions who were used by men, religious pilgrims seeking a gift from the fertility god Baal, circa around the time of Judges. There were male and female prostitutes, and he was sure I was a young male religious whore.] His finger found my ass and it was as if he was trying to reach up inside me, retreating, advancing, over and over to invisible body rhythms only I could hear and taste. His finger left my ass and I immediately missed its presence, but found it in my mouth, and he said, "Suck it clean, fag, suck it like you mean it. Yeah, that's a boy, get it all; now you know you were born for this, knitted by lust itself in your mother's womb, made for being a cocksucker and a cum slut, a dirty bottom feeding whore whose soul belongs to me. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes, Sir," I meekly said. "This is my slut, boys; know what I mean?" he began, speaking to the others about me, "but I am not selfish. He likes it all, but please don't harm him or piss on or in him-at least not yet-there's always later, after hours out in the alley." Mild laughter and hands began to touch me all over. Hands spread my ass cheeks and a face with an amazing tongue found my asshole and began licking and sucking it; hands on my shoulders brought me forward so Sir's cock found my face, then my open mouth. Hands fought to stroke my cock, which when the tongue pierced my sphincter, exploded a stream of cum that seemed to last forever-and I felt I was flying. Without fanfare his cock found its way down my throat-and then with his hands gripping my head, he violently face-fucked me; his entire 9" forcing its way from my lips to my gullet in a pounding sledgehammer metaphor-and this image swirled about in my mind's eye. Two men held my arms and shoulders as two men lifted me off the ground, my ass flying behind me as two or more hands applied lubrication around and in my ass just before a cock pushed unceremoniously into my asshole and joined Sir's rhythmic assault on my face. Flying..."there's a place down in Mexico where a man can fly over mountains and hills and he don't need no plane or engine and he never will"...lust, Rush and cum had me hypnotized. So, yes, I was flying for what I see and feel. Seems like a dream. Have I been and gone? Yes, yes, yes. ***** If my humble words spark an erection, let me know, let me know if ya like my words. Hypnotized Male Temple Prostitute Ch. 02 The second cock spewed its sticky load on my tongue as he pulled almost out of my mouth. The familiar, bitter taste lingered on my tongue as I swallowed -just as a third cock drove past my esophagus' opening and began to face-fuck me; the cock in my ass exploded as he pushed into me as far as he could go. The two guys set me down; my hands went to the man's thighs before me, steadying myself, and within a beat or two the bulbous head of another cock pushed and crowded its selfish way to the front of the line, driving itself head first into my anal passage. The pain, minimal, for I'm sure my asshole was gaped to the max. It seemed to grow in girth as he shoved its extreme length in -until I felt his groin against my ass cheeks. He slowly pulled out, creating a counter, slower rhythm to the face fucking, until he popped out of my ass, and then he rammed in again. Over and over he did this, and the pain expanded from there; it was a cruel unrelenting fuck, and I couldn't escape its punishing assault on my asshole. But when the face fuck ended, my mouth empty, I didn't scream stop, instead I pushed back on his cock, and began to move my ass up and down as he wisely realized what i was doing and held his cock in his fist -and he exploded within thirty seconds. As the spent cock in my ass exited, I heard, "Enough." The sense of cock hovering about me, waiting their turn, disappeared. Sir put his arms about me and we stepped to the side two steps to the wall. He leaned against it and his face came to my left cheek. "You are the perfect cum slut," my friend. "Like a plant, for example, say an orchid, grown in a completely unspoiled environment. Where pollution, bad soil, weather-are like culture's useless by-products. The orchid genus is Orchis, which comes from the ancient Greek, órkhis, meaning testicle. Oh, yes, the perfect example, like the most numerous flowering plant species-you are one of nature's perfect specimens, free of this culture's ridiculous notions of good and evil, free of the poisonous hatred our fellow folks shower over all of us like pissing on us from above. What in their world is disgusting, we transform into pleasure; what in their world is perversion, we transform into normalcy. Come with me; here are your shirt and shorts. Come," and I followed him to the outside lobby where free coffee and creamer sat on a table with a hand written sign that read, "Coffee Free, Creamer a dime, Please." Back into the inner lobby where a few chairs sat along with a small sofa. Sir and I sat to drink our coffee. He offered me a cigarette; I accepted and he lit it. The coffee was hot and bitter; the cigarette was hot and menthol. Sipping the coffee and hitting the cigarette, I waited for him to speak; minutes passed. I butted the cigarette half way down and set the coffee on the pine table before us. "It's only nine o'clock and two hours to close. You tired, or want some more action?" he finally asked. My cock started to harden, and I said, "I'm not that tired." "Good. I want some of that ass. Ready for a real man's cock, son" "Let's do it," I responded. At the room's entrance he had me stand as he went in and found another slut. When I entered, he removed my shirt and shorts, had me bend over and the slut knelt behind me and began licking and sucking my asshole. The pleasure was intense as he drove his tongue deep into my canal. Approached from the front by another, I leaned over and a huge cock filled my mouth. The slut's eagerness and technique rivaled my own, and soon I was about to explode as I was face fucked, gagging and sputtering. He pulled out of my mouth, and, in the dark, rope after rope of cum splashed my face. Another cock approached, he slid his cock over my face, smearing the cum about as it coated his cock; upon entering my mouth, the cum taste and the tongue up my ass pushed me into a explosive orgasm. I went limp from the intensity of the pleasure and almost collapsed. A second cock jostled into position before me and the two of them proceeded to try to both fill my mouth, and back and forth between the two my mouth slid, taking each one as they chose to either just let me tongue the head or shove it down my throat. And as that oral circus played out, a slut crawled beneath me and took my cum covered cock into his mouth. At first pain streaked through me as he sucked on the head, but soon pleasure returned and the hardening result had me on the road again to another orgasm. With my own three ring circus playing out, I still could hear Sir telling the tongue to leave my ass, and soon his hand and fingers added lubricant to my asshole. I knew from jacking and sucking his cock, his head was a blunt instrument, a bulbous head-and as it pushed against my ring I tried to relax, but without success; so he barged into my canal; the pain shot through me like an ice pic. He entered until he couldn't advance and stayed still as my body acclimated to his intrusion. My shuddering body, my gagging throat, my own cock dancing about cumming itself-I hit a wall and then shot explosively into the throat below me, pumping shot after shot of cum as Sir pulled back and began to fuck my asshole with vigor. Memory of that is cloudy and beyond description; every orifice, every second of the next remaining fifteen or twenty minutes, engaged at a level I had never experienced before -but would seek out every time it was possible. Just before Sir was to cum in my ass, he began to really slap my ass cheeks and lunge into me as far as he could. I could feel my cock staying with the program as the pain and pleasure stormed about my mind and body; suddenly, I could sense another orgasm coming; struggling I tried to make sure we came at the same time, but he began seconds before me and my own started as he finished, but he stayed planted within my ass as I came again and the slut underneath me gasped and gagged and moaned, and all three of us sounded a trio of orgasmic sounds that had to be heard even upstairs. I could sense more cocks hovering about us as Sir pulled out; no more than a beat or two and another rock hard cock took my ass. Smaller, thank god, it entered and began stroking in a rush to orgasm that took only a minute or two. A few different cocks had come and gone in my mouth as another entered; it tasted pungent and unclean, a smegma coated head-and yet it seemed to urge me on and not turn me off. The depths of piggishness overwhelmed me as my tongue cleaned about the dirty head in my mouth. I realized I'd do anything Sir asked me to do, and, in the state of arousal I was in, anything anyone suggested or attempted. And once I acknowledged that truth to myself, my cock, which had softened somewhat, hardened again as I swallowed the bitter tastes. I eagerly received another cock in my ass; I was gaped beyond anytime before, for this one as big as Sir's just slid in and made itself at home within seconds, and I felt only pleasure and eagerly pushed back my ass for him to ravish. As we fucked, I began to sense I was wearing out. I knew I couldn't go much longer without a break, if not being done for the night. The fellow in my ass had short staying power, so he came shortly, and as he pulled out I stood, withdrawing from the mouth and emptying my own mouth of cock. Sir stepped in beside me, put his arm about me and whispered, "Let's take a break." "Yes," I said, and we walked upstairs.