Page 55 of Infernal Vices

Blake continued and I did not miss the sour note to his tone. “Brother Hannan located the Staff of Asklepios and he has said he will give it to me for the final ritual. Enjoy an hour of pleasures before we return to Seabourn for lunch. We will meet here again at midnight on Easter Sunday where finally we will perform the great work.” The men nodded and murmured agreement.

“Arthur darling, I think it’s time I got my prize, don’t you?” Charles grinned wickedly as he bent over to remove his running shoes and socks, and then stripped off his vest and shorts. He stepped naked onto the plush carpet and then sprawled among the nest of silk pillows. Lord Spencer licked his lips and he too removed his running shoes, socks, pulled off his vest, and then let his shorts fall to the ground. A shaft of sunlight shone bright through the window and his pale skin took on the colours of the stained glass as he fell to his knees and crawled naked across the rug, his prick already stiff, to kiss his way up Charles’ thighs. Charles groaned, his cock was thick with a ruddy purple head, and Spencer wasted no time in reaching his target and swallowing the length down. My comrades applauded and cheered as if they were watching a horse race! Charles gave a filthy groan that echoed around this once sacred space. Part of me was revolted that I was witnessing desecration in this house of God; however, I was but one man among a group of men who did not care as long as they had a private space to enjoy their lustful pursuits.

Leopold’s wanton whimpering then stole my attention, and when I turned to where I’d last seen him he was gone, and instead he was had his hands pressed to the cold ancient stone of a pillar, Lawrence was on his knees sucking Leo’s his prick while Benjamin pounded into his pale little bottom.

Several of my fellow voyeurs began to unbuckle their belts and remove erect cocks from their drawers. The police detective Jack Dancer knelt for Judge Horatio Morehead and Faulkner then joined them. They took turns heartily sucking on the older man’s prick. I did not know what to do with myself. I was aroused, Gods, I would have to be made of stone to not feel the burning rise of lust within me when surrounded by the whimpers, the slap-slap of fucking, and the filthy demanding words and orders growled by this tangle of lovers. But I was true to my Sebastian and determined to remain so.

Everyone was occupied with another, being gamahouched, penetrated or tugged. I knew that, given the chance Charles would reach for me and so I had to remove myself from proceedings. No one noticed as I made my way to the chancel and rushed up to the stone alter. Behind it I lowered myself to the cold flagstones, out of sight. There, I looked up at the carved wooden crucifix on the wall between the two arched panes of decorative coloured glass and I prayed for forgiveness before unbuckling my belt and taking my rod in hand. Wracked with torment I frigged myself while listening to the sinful moans of pleasure reverberating around the sacred space. Consuming semen was central to the beliefs of these men. I knew that when I reached my crisis, I would have to give my seed as an offering to the brotherhood. They alleged that by consuming semen they would take in the life force and wisdom of their brothers. I hoped Sebastian would understand the need to do this to make certain these men assumed that I was all–in with the brotherhood. But who should I give my offering to? Charles was my friend and the thought of giving him my seed was something I was not at all comfortable with. He already had designs on me and permitting him to taste my seed would encourage him. I figured that the safest bet was Leopold because he was the purported vessel and belonged to all of the brothers. They had all bedded him at one time or another, and so after several minutes of fisting my prick while listening to the erotic sounds of sex, I was close to my crisis. I eased myself from the floor and hurried down the steps and towards what was now a writhing pile of rutting, grunting naked male flesh upon the silk cushions, with Leo the center of all things. Each man was to deliver his offering to Leopold. I saw the white blond head of the Baron as he was being taken roughly by Jack Dancer, who pounded into him with little care while Blake fingered the detective’s fundament. Sir Percy Faulkner let out a roar of “Close, I’m close,” as he staggered to lean over Leo, who was then fed his spill. Leo’s eyes were dark with lust and when he glanced my way and saw what I offered he begged,

“Yes, yes, give it to me Brother Benedict.” I was caught up in a wave of animalistic lust as I knelt beside Leo and pumped my prick twice more before I spurted, my hot spend flowing over his pretty face and between his pink suck-swollen lips. He moaned and licked the hot, thick, creamy spill from his lips while jerking his prick. His body shuddered as he was plundered by Dancer, whose expression was fixed in a rictus of pleasure. He seemed close to his climax.

I then shuffled backward to lean against one of the benches and catch my breath. Blessedly, no one had sought to undress me or touch me; they were too involved with one another and their selfish pleasures to realize that I had been but a bystander in their orgy. I checked my pocket watch and it was close to midday.

“What time is it Hannan?” Cavendish barked hoarsely. He was tangled between Spencer and Morehead, all three of them frotting against one another beside Leo.

“A quarter to twelve,”

“Damn it. Come my brothers, finish up! We need get ourselves together and return to Seabourn so as not to rouse suspicions with the ladies,” Cavendish ordered. At that moment Dancer cried out his climax. He swiftly pulled out of Leo and let his seed splash over the boy’s torso. The others moved in, spilling their semen on the boy, and then like starving animals they were on him, mixing the seed and then licking him clean. I did not mind tasting Sebastian, but, I was not like these men. I did not share their appetites and if I’m honest, the scene made me rather queasy! And while I was deeply uncomfortable with what I’d taken part in, I had also learned some valuable information that I could share with Sebastian and Nissa. This location was indeed perfect for the cabal to perform its rituals in private, so we must prepare to act at midnight on Easter Sunday.

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