Absolution Finis Expiation

“It’s either the army or the church!” My father had yelled before almost throwing me out of my home, “I won’t cover your ass any longer and I will leave you without inheritance if you do not serve one way or the other!”

For five years I had been able to avoid it, but now I had no choice. To receive full citizenship in my nation you either had to serve two years in the army or with the church and I wasn’t keen on either option. My studies had kept me ineligible and with my father’s gold, I could have studied for a long time. However, my father had put an end to all of it. He still would fund my education, but with one condition: I would have to earn my citizenship.

My older brothers and sisters had done their dues in the army, some even dying while there and I had no intentions to follow in their footsteps, especially now when the country was in the middle of a war. So, my choice had been made for me and I would have to do my two years in a church, but what my father had not guessed where I would do my service.

The Blind Seers of the Divines had received my letter and asked me to interview with them. Their order was well-known and had functioned for hundreds of years. People who went there received fame and fortune for their services, many dabbling into politics after and gaining even more dominion. For every five years, they’d choose another to help them with whatever chores they needed help with and they only chose one. Getting this far had been a pure miracle!

So, I shoved the letter I had received into my father’s face, making his jaw drop and with his blessing, I was allowed to leave. To get there I had to ride for two weeks before arriving at the mountainside where their temple was located. From a small village nearby I had to take the great marble stairs ascending the mountain. According to some it had over seven thousand steps and I wasn’t eager to make that trip after a long horse ride. I looked up as the stable boy put my horse away and carried my bags to me. I could still see the silver temple residing just below the snow line. It had to be cold up there, I thought, clad that I had bought my fall gear with me.

There was a small inn within the training center located in the village and I decided to stay there for the night as the sun set behind the mountain. With the guidance by the the blind seers, the previous ruler had set the training camp to create future heroes of which many had already sown renown.

Over fifty years ago the blind seers had seen the flowering rot that had absorbed most of the continent underneath it, only leaving the meager peninsula for the survivors to live on. According to them, there would be a chosen one, a human, who could turn the land back to normal and let us spread back into the rest of the continent.

I followed the half-elven stable boy to the inn and received the welcoming sight of a warm bed when I got into my room. I collapsed on my bed, but couldn’t rest due to the noises coming from the outside. I could hear the sharp clangs of the swords and shields. The innkeeper had warned me about it and told me outsiders were not allowed to go inside the training area, but the thought crept into my mind.

I had the opportunity to see something only a few had witnessed. It would be great content for the book I was writing and besides, wasn’t it their fault for building the inn into it?

I sneaked out of my room and made sure I was alone in the hallway as I slowly approached the sounds. If I get caught, I can just feign ignorance, I thought to myself as I followed the wooden stairs leading me down to the ground level. There were no locked doors between me and the opening inside the building so it wasn’t unreasonable for someone to just wander in. I skipped past the doorway through the sandy ground and ducked behind a wooden pillar. In the opening, people were fighting, even spilling blood, a large orc watched and shouted commands at the trainees. I saw someone fall down and the teacher did not even bat an eye or order someone to help them, the poor human was bleeding out and the training continued.

The scene horrified me and I stepped back, only to feel a large hand on my shoulder. I yelped as the man holding me spun me around. He was a huge brawny minotaur and there was scorn in his eyes. The minotaur had a large axe on his waist, which was only covered by some furs.

“Well, well, well, you might be human, but you do not belong here,” he said with a low voice, “Not enough meat on your bones.” He grabbed me by the ear and began to drag me away from the ring.

“Please! I’m sorry, I got lost!” I yelled, begging him to release me. The minotaur’s only answer was a mocking laughter, he dragged me into a cellar and the moldy air hit me. The cellar was filled with large barrels and in the middle of it, there was a pitch-dark pit with something rotting far beneath the rusted bars.

The minotaur pushed me down and roared “You’re trespassing on private property, with the divine right given to me by the seers, I will execute you,” the minotaur lifted his axe, readying it for a strike before I yelled, “Wait! No! I’m their latest recruit, you can’t!” I hadn’t yet even passed the interview, but the bull didn’t know it. He scoffed, but lowered his weapon and thought about my words.

“I see,” he said quietly before pulling me up by the throat, “You don’t look like much, but maybe they know something I don’t,” his scorned expression turned into a wide grin, “They usually do.” The minotaur let go of me and dropped me to the ground. I could already feel the bruises forming on my knees as the minotaur grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look at him, towering over me.

“Might as well test you myself before those old men ruin you entirely,” he smirked and pulled his fur kilt down, revealing his fat yet still soft member hanging right by my face. Even in its flaccid state, it was as long as my forearm, as thick as my fists combined, and shaped like a corkscrew. I’d only seen something like it once before when my grandfather had a cane made from one.

“Wait, you don’t expect me to-… I’ve never,” my objections were stifled by the minotaur when he slapped his member against my face.

“I wasn’t asking,” he said and rubbed his shaft on my cheek. I was scared for my life but did not know what to do. I’d never been with anybody even though I had tried, multiple times, the girls of my age just seemed to avoid me.

My awkwardness made the minotaur chuckle, “Open your mouth,” he demanded and I complied. Without further ado, he pushed his spiral member deep into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat easily, and kept it there as I began to choke from its size. As he pulled out I gasped for air tears in my eyes and gagging which only seemed to amuse the bull more.

The minotaur thrusted his cock back in and I felt it getting harder and harder as he kept ramming it into my mouth, reaching even further in. I had to grab his furry thighs to keep myself from falling over as the bull’s movements began to get faster. I could feel his tip reaching deep into my throat, bulging it from the width. The bull’s throbbing sack slapped against my bare chin and I began to feel something inside me, something strange yet enticing.

As he thrusted into me, the bull’s balls flexed and blasted his thick seed into my throat, he pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow every drop. A second load followed and I tried to pull away, but the minotaur kept me tightly in place. After the third one shot into me, my eyes rolled back as he finally pulled out, his tip leaking his seed onto the ground.

The minotaur grunted, picked me up, bent me over a fallen barrel, lowered my pants to my ankles, and rammed his member in without any foreplay. I let out a loud shriek as his forceful pushes coerced my body to accommodate his cock. His movements combined with the rough surface of the wood pushed against my manhood, making it hard. The minotaur’s coarse fur made me sweat under him as the barrel creaked underneath me, covering my whimpers. The beast had been my first mate and the way he hammered into me made sure it was bound to be a long-lasting memory.

With one last push, he reached the end of my tunnel, lifted my body up with his member, and released his load deep within, roaring as his seed filled me again. My mind begged just for a little bit more, but the minotaur grabbed my waist and dropped me to the ground like a sack of flour. With my face to the ground and my rear still up I felt his cum slowly pouring out of me as he walked away. When I regained some of my strength I pulled my pants back up and dragged myself back to my room, my insides hurt and I had to move slowly while keeping my legs wide apart. No one seemed to notice me and I sighed in relief as I got on my bed, still leaking his seed. I rolled to my back, slid my hand into my pants, and began to think of the bull who had just assaulted me. In my brand new and unexpected fantasy he shackled me into a pillar and kept me as his little pet. I wanted to feel his large spiraling member inside me. I arched my back and pushed two fingers inside as I kept stroking my cock with one hand. My hole was still gaping wide and my fingers weren’t doing the trick. Still, I managed to build enough pressure to climax. My legs clamped together and I turned to my side, post-nut clarity making me feel deeply embarrassed about what I’d just thought.

I let the night take my weary body and began to slumber.

The next morning came and slept well over my promised departure time. My guide did not seem to be impressed when I stumbled out with my bags, still sore from the last night.

“You better pay for this,” the fat human said angrily.

“I will, I will…” My answer trailed off as I took one last glance at the inn, wondering if the minotaur even remembered me. My guide helped me climb onto his small cart and ushered his half-drake to move.

The morning mountain air was fresh, but the sun had warmed the moist stones too much and a thick mist surrounded us. It all could have been peaceful yet the loud noises the cartwheels made as they hit the marbled steps was annoying. The steps were far and low enough to make it possible to ride a small cart up, but the constant bumps made me feel queasy. I had to crouch over the side and puke a couple of times, which irked the guide. His bushy brows burrowed deep into his forehead with irritation when he yelled, “We’ll stop here!”

Puzzled, I turned to him, “Why?” I asked.

“This is the midpoint, you can walk from here unless you give me a good reason to take you all the way up!” he shouted angrily.

“… But I’ve paid for the whole trip!” my quivering voice retorted.

“Then pay me more, you’ve already delayed the shipment and I have places to be!” The guide kept lashing at me, “You rich snobs think you own the world!”

I wiped my face and took my bag, when I opened it I realized I had been robbed. I had no idea when it had happened, but I had nothing left.

“Umm,” I muttered, “Listen…” panic began to creep into my veins. The guide had not been a patient man and asking my father for more gold would take weeks.

“Well?” he interrupted my thoughts, shoving his hand towards me.

Then I got an idea.

“Listen,” I smiled and took a sip from my waterskin, washing my mouth. I leaned towards him, sliding my hand on his chubby belly and between the thighs as he sat in the front.

“You look like you could use… A break,” My voice was sultry and I had to admit, I had begun to like the idea. My sudden flirtatious mood confused the man, but soon he brushed his balding black hair with one arm and grinned back.

“Oh, I see,” He said, “You youngins have your ways to pay after all,” he purred.

The guide stopped the small half-drake and I climbed next to him, rubbing his enlarging member through his clothes, while brushing my lips against his sweaty neck. I could feel his beard tickle my cheeks as he kissed me with his plump lips.

I sat on his lap, caressed his big breasts, and whispered into his ear, “I am the son of a wealthy noble man and you will defile me,” My words seemed to arouse the man and he grabbed my waist and began to grind into me. His bulging member wanted to be released and I untied his waistband, letting his chunky member spring out. Even though it wasn’t as large as the bull’s had been, I was eager to have it. The guide forced me down from the cart and followed me, just as my legs hit the ground he pushed me down and crawled on top of me right there in the middle of the ascending road. He moved his hips over my face and I hungrily took him in. With powerful pushes, he began to ram into me as I felt the moist ground in the back of my head. His hairs scratched against my head and his musky scent replaced the fresh mountain air in my lungs. Under him, I barely managed to breathe and hear his thundering moans.

The man’s hips jerked as he came, squirting his seed in long strands into my throat. As he moved away I gulped for air.

“That was for the trip,” he panted and lifted my rear, removing my trousers. His large thumb prodded into my hole.

“Hah! It looks like nobleman’s boy has been used before!” he laughed and circled his thumb inside of my rear. I gasped from his fondling, feeling my shaft getting harder and harder from the abuse. Playfully, he grabbed my member and began to stroke it as I squirmed on the ground.

“I- I always pay,” I whined before releasing my load on my clothed stomach. He laughed cheerfully and pulled me closer by my hips, shoving his fat member in and spreading me open. With slow thrusts I moaned under his belly, trying to grasp something with my hands.

“I’ve always known you nobles were little sluts,” the man heaved as he hastened his movements. In his lustful state, it didn’t take long for his second load to enter me as his body tensed up and his belly jiggled from the force of it.

“… And that was for the delay,” he said and chuckled again, “The seers will like you…”

Unsure what he had meant I nodded and we both got up.

“What about my puking?” I teased and my guide laughed again, “It’ll have to wait for my next visit.”

My coat had been mudded from behind and I decided to take it off, hoping I could wash the expensive fabric later. As we continued forward, I realized I didn’t feel nauseated anymore. Relief, I took a nap as the cart kept loudly bumping into the steps.

Before we arrived, I tried to brush off the mud from my blonde curls as much as I could so I could leave a good impression on the seers. Finally, as we reached the magnificent silver temple my eyes widened in wonder. The air here was colder, but the view in front of me left me speechless. The temple was well kept and no written word did justice to its glory. I took my bags and waved the guide goodbye as he began to unload his cart. I walked past the large silver gate and saw an old man in a bright yellow cape waiting for me in the middle of a beautiful garden area.

“You’re late, young master,” he said to me. His eyes were covered with fabric made from silver strands.

“I know, I must apologize, the weather delayed my trip,” I lied and admired the garden around us. Even though it was cold here, the flowers were blooming with bright colors. It felt almost sad to think how the seers could never see how magnificent their garden truly was.

“Well, better not waste any more time, the council will interview you now,” The seer said and beckoned me to follow him. He took me through the garden all the way into the temple, where there was a large round chamber. Twenty seers had waited for me, standing on the sides and I was pointed to stand in the middle. They all dressed similarly and we’re clearly much older than I had thought them to be.

The walls were high and made from white stone, there were small stained glass windows up above casting vibrant colors to the decorated marble floor and large wallhangings draped underneath them, which were weaved with depictions of different prophecies that had come true. There was also something hanging from the ceiling, but it was too far to see properly.

“Who are you?” one asked and I told them my name. The voices echoed in the chamber.

“Why are you here?” and I told them how I was here to serve for my citizenship. Each one asked one question before the cycle began again and again. Their questions were about me, how’d I gotten there, and what I hoped to do once I had done my service. I answered each question in honesty until I didn’t get a question, but an order.

“Remove your clothes,” one old man said, brushing his braided grey beard.

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“Remove your clothes,” the one next to him chimed in.

I mumbled something for myself and began to undress myself and soon I was standing my pale bare ass hanging in front of the blind men. All of a sudden I felt a pair of hands grabbing me and fondling my body making me yelp. The seer’s wrinkled cold hands groped my nude body without restraint, I wanted to pull away, but I decided to endure. Somewhere above me, there came a clacking sound, like a chain being pulled down. The old man’s hands began to caress my nipples, making them harder from the unwanted attention. The rest of the seers drew closer and when I looked up, I saw a harness of sorts being lowered down where I was standing.

“W- What is this?” I questioned in my panic.

“Relax, boy. This is part of your job,” the one behind me said, not easing my mind at all. The group closed in as the harness hung before me and began to strap me into it, some examined my body with their hands and I was unable to escape my predicament. They locked the harness into me from my neck, under my panting chest, waist, and legs. I could hear whispering as the clacking sound began again and I was pulled into the air, floating awkwardly above the ground, just below the waist level.

The seers moved their robes to reveal their hardening members, some stroking them as they approached me. In disbelief, I wondered if the sight I was seeing was actually real or if had I gone mad from my newly found thirst. The one who had led me in pushed his member towards my lips and said, “Be a good boy and serve us.”

I pushed my tongue out and gave his tip a lick. Immediately, his wrinkled cock began to leak pre-cum and he began to push in. Some were still groping my body as someone behind me poked my hole with his mushroom-like tip. My body swayed in the swing as both of them began rutting in. Their thrusts were thirsty and surprisingly vigorous for their age. I could hear joyful sighs as I imagined each of them taking turns with me, pumping me full of their seed.

At that moment I knew had made the right choice by coming here. The two old seers thrusting into me jerked hard and grunted like animals when they came, pumping their seed into me. As they finished, two more took their place, eager to use my body as their cocks entered my cum filled holes. There was nothing gentle in their thrusts, yet I wished I could take more in at the same time. Their pulsing members plunged into me and bred my defenseless body with their potent seed.

“ Eight more pairs, ” I thought to myself as the next ones entered me, roughly ramming their member as deep as they could get, oiled by the loads inside me. I thought about the minotaur and my guide, how I might be able to visit them if I stayed, and if I strength after being used by the seers. The men around me fondled my body, while the two buried their cocks into me in synch and cummed. The next tip I sucked hard and impatiently, I didn’t want it to end but I needed more. One by one each seer took their turn either with my mouth or my ass, releasing their seed inside, taking load after load of cum down my sore body.

My own cum stained the marbled floor beneath me just before the last two granted me theirs. All of them were tired and left my defiled body hanging from the ceiling to rest in their chambers.

Before leaving, the one who had led me here caressed my rosy chin and said “You will do well here, rest now and we will need another round soon enough.” Soaked with their seed I nodded wearily and wondered how many times I would have to succumb to the old seers before accomplishing my duty and if I wanted to leave after doing so.