Not one of the masked men moved to take their cocks in-hand or touch the boy. But Blake stepped forward, standing behind Leopold’s head. He leaned in and gave the boy a tender, open-mouthed kiss. Leopold was a very responsive young man. His hips rose from the table with desire and his prick lifted from his flat belly. Oh, the euphoria that rushed through me at witnessing such a beautiful sight.
Blake straightened and proclaimed:
“And so it is written, all life begins with sacred seed. Semen is the concentration of male perfection, of life, of wisdom—the liquid embodiment of the soul. We give the best of ourselves in our seed.”
“Bless-ed is the seed” The men chanted.
“And so tonight we perform our ritual. We share wisdom and life from brother to brother. It is the first step toward our greater goal. Our sacred vessel awaits us. We will be reborn, resurrected with the eternal cycle of life.”
The acolytes eerily murmured their response. Then each gripped his rod and began frigging.
I shook my head to bring myself out of this fever dream. This could not be. This ritual was a corruption—a mockery. I was disgusted, however, I found myself mesmerized by so many rigid stands, and, goodness, the desperate moaning sounds from the men as they tugged and stroked while watching Leopold sent my boiling blood straight to my cock. The boy was quite the coquette, running his hands teasingly up and over his chest, tweaking his nipples and then simulating the erotic movements of sex, his hips pistoning up and down on the table.
I understood from what Sebastian had discovered, that the Von Liebenstein boy led a rather sheltered life in Germany—which was why his father permitted his journey to London. How did the boy become such a prick-tease at this a young age if his life had been cloistered?
The liquid he consumed must have contained a drug for I did not believe any young man in his right mind would willingly behave so wantonly. No matter what, this was not Godly work, I was sure of it. It was an orgy of sin and depravity and I did not see how this ritual could lead to the giving of life or the resurrection of man.
The whimpers and moans increased, and colours flashed before my eyes, I did not want to look, but it was as if the Devil himself was in my britches and I could not look away. My shameless prick throbbed and ached to be touched. God forgive me, but I gave in. I hurriedly undid my buttons and thrust my hand into my trousers. I fisted my stand until I spent, my seed dashing up the timber panels of the secret passageway. I was immediately washed in a wave of burning shame.
The acolytes were groaning loudly, the cacophony telling me they were close to their pinnacles. The silver chalice was passed around and some men spent into the cup and others, too far gone to wait for the chalice to reach them, stepped to the table, and spilled over Leopold’s flesh. The boy groaned with ecstasy as he was showered in the warm gush of seed. He rubbed it into his skin and licked the spill from his fingers as if he was devouring the most delicious confiture.
Blake moved to the far end of the table and pulled Leopold closer by gripping his thighs. In reverent tones he declared:
“And I will establish the covenant between me and thee and thy seed.“
And without preparation, he placed his bulbous headed prick at the boy’s entrance and pushed inside the younger man. Leopold cried out and bucked frantically upon Blake’s rod and I could not decide whether it was pain or pleasure he experienced. But Blake grunted with satisfaction as he plundered the willing youth, watched by his greedy-eyed acolytes, several of whom continued to stroke and spill again.
When he was ready to climax Leopold’s semen was also captured in the silver chalice to the sound of Blake’s worshipful praise of,
“Good boy, good boy, that’s it.”
The silver cup was passed to Blake and then I heard the sweet Germanic voice of Leopold von Liebenstein. He said,
“This seed is my soul. Swallow it so I may live on in you forever.”
Blake drank some of the contents, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. The cup was passed around, acolyte to acolyte and they all consumed. Then, as if suddenly receiving a lightning-bolt burst of energy, Blake continued to fuck the boy hard and deep as the other men looked on. A short time later Blake let out a strangled moan of,
“This seed is my soul. Accept it into your body so I may live on in you forever.” Then he shuddered and bucked, spending inside Leopold.
I was overwhelmed by the erotic perversion I witnessed and revolted by my very own arousal at the scene. As the other men moved in and began licking the boy’s cum splattered flesh like starving dogs I could look no longer.
Why was I still here?
What kind of man had I become?
I collected my hat and cane, and with shaky hands and my vision swimming, I felt my way down the passage and found the doorknob. Blessedly the door opened. The panic of discovery was making me perspire and my breathing was ragged. My footsteps echoing, I rushed through the empty hallway as if I were being chased by a pack of hounds. I made my way to the anteroom and from there located a back door. The attendant was not around and the door was not even locked. I pushed at it and stumbled out into an alleyway. It was a relief
