LUCIFER'S DISCIPLES Part 2

LUCIFER'S DISCIPLES Part 3
By Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

This is the third part of a story about a boy who becomes entrapped in the evil rituals of a wicked satanic cult.

Part 3 - Trainee

(Owner's residence of a remote farm, Midwestern USA, 1 year ago)

About an hour after Stephen's return to his tiny cell from his audience with the Grand Master, a muscular leather-clad moustached man in his mid-30s arrived to see the latest special 13 year-old neophyte slaveboy. The young occupant of the little prison therefore again found himself clambering off his bed to kneel and kiss an adult's black boots, despite the encumbrance of his maintained chained bondage.

Stephen subsequently deferentially remained on his knees, with his head respectfully bowed, awaiting the man's orders. The boy soon felt a hand reach down to grab his chin and force his head upwards to encourage him to look at the adult's moustached face.

"I am the Major Domo here," the man announced, "responsible for the welfare, discipline and labour of all slaves. Although you are the special young one, you still form part of my remit in these matters. Do you understand me, neophyte?"

"Yes, Sir," Stephen answered, with his first ever words addressed to the Major Domo and whilst giving this particular man his due title as he had been taught. Only full cult members were termed 'Master'.

The Major Domo actually occupied a unique position within the cult. His situation was exemplified by his distinguishing black leather attire, comprising tight trousers and boots, with a body harness on his otherwise bare hairy and muscular upper torso.

The Major Domo was considered to be a servant of the cult, of lower status to employees, who, like the Grand Master's secretary, were full members. Nevertheless, he, of course, ranked much higher than his slave charges.

"Good, neophyte, because," the Major Domo advised in reply to Stephen's affirmation, "despite being the special young one, I shall punish you if you displease me. You will have earned such chastisement because incurring my displeasure will have meant that the quality of your service for the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, and his loyal worshippers on Earth will have been deficient!"

In future, there would actually rarely be many more words than these exchanged between the Major Domo and other men of the cult on one hand and Stephen on the other. The boy would generally only be the recipient of brief adult commands and he himself had been trained that to speak without being asked a direct question or given other permission was punishable.

"Now stand, neophyte," the Major Domo commanded, "so that I can strip and examine my new charge!" Stephen immediately obeyed.

The Major Domo next proved that Stephen's skimpy tight white lycra briefs were only kept in place by velcro holding the narrow sides together when he unattached the material on both the left and right to strip speedily way the boy's only cover. This conveniently useful fastening arrangement enabled the man to remove the sparse garment completely without having to unchain the child's feet.

The still chained Stephen now stood totally naked before the disciplined straight face of the Major Domo, who with disguised secret delight now both visually and manually appraised the boy's delicious body. Manly fingers first ran lingeringly through the child's silkily straight blonde hair before eventually moving down his gorgeous face, adorned by marvellous sensuous blue eyes and sweet rosy lips that any pederast with discernment would be willing to die just to kiss.

The Major Domo's exploring fingers next forced Stephen's lips apart to examine the pristine white teeth beyond before encouraging the boy's jaw to open for him to inspect the tongue and sweet-smelling mouth within. The man's digits subsequently progressed slowly to the child's chest, nipples, belly and navel before finally reaching his smooth genitals, which had become fulsomely aroused by his manual attentions.

The Major Domo now first weighed Stephen's genitals by cupping them in his hand before beginning to run his inquisitive fingers along all sides of the boy's slender erection. As the man did so, he commented "I see, neophyte, that you currently exhibit no pubic hair at all. Well, this situation will be compulsorily maintained by application during morning ablutions of stinging depilatory solution!"

Whilst continuing to stroke Stephen's cock, the Major Domo added "I've read in your file that, prior to your enlistment to serve the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, you had already begun to masturbate regularly and produce some semen. Is this correct, neophyte?" The dossier, to which the man was referring, had, of course, been compiled by the Chinese scientists, who had readied the pubescent boy for the cult's use and enticed such normally embarrassing disclosures from him.

"Yes….S….S….Sir," Stephen stammered in answer. However, the boy's sudden stutter was not caused by being ashamed about discussing such highly personal matters or by his current aroused nudity before the Major Domo. His previous brainwashing did not make him immune to feeling acutely embarrassed but did enable him not only to endure humiliations bravely but also to be completely honest in answering questions.

Stephen's sudden stammering was instead audible evidence that the Major Domo's gentle rubbing of his cock, which had recently been kept forcibly chaste, was bringing him close to dangerous ejaculation. The stuttering resulted from a strange mix of pleasure and fear, as the near-orgasmic boy nervously appreciated from his training that climaxing without permission would not only be another acute embarrassment but also painfully punishable.

Fortunately for Stephen, the Major Domo next announced, in response to the boy's affirmative answer about masturbation and his ability to ejaculate, "Well, I'm now going to make you cum, neophyte!" The boy was naturally rather relieved at the prospect, as the resultant overdue relief afforded to his sexual needs, which were boosted by secret infusion of aphrodisiacs in his diet and whilst at the same time avoiding punishment, outweighed the somewhat humiliating circumstances.

Whilst continuing to rub Stephen's now acutely aroused cock, the Major Domo produced with his free hand a little silvery bowl from a leather pouch attached to his trouser belt, on which also dangled a sinister crop. Engraved inside the dish was an inverted crucifix.

"I want you to spill your semen into this vessel, which I shall then place on the floor for you to kneel to lick clean. Do you understand, neophyte?" "Yes….S….S….Sir," Stephen again stammered, whilst considering the literally distasteful act of consuming his own cum in such a humiliating manner worth the pleasure of previously being allowed to produce the ejaculate.

Stephen subsequently allowed his emotions to concentrate on the Major Domo's gentle, skilful and, for the boy at this moment, shamelessly enjoyable rubbing of his young rampant cock. Given his desperation for sexual relief, such manual attention naturally now quickly achieved the desired result.

The Major Domo, recognising the relevant signs from Stephen's glazed eyes, more rapid breathing and the speedier tempo of his groans, expertly pointed the boy's now engorged uncut cockhead down into the dish. The man was rewarded when the vessel began to fill with creamy white sperm, whilst the body of the young producer was visibly climactically vibrating to the accompaniment of ecstatic grunting.

The Major Domo subsequently gently squeezed Stephen's softening cockhead to ensure that every last drop of ejaculate had been secured from the penis of the boy, who was slowly recovering from the acute ecstatic intensity of his latest overdue orgasm. The man then placed the dish, now awash with semen, onto the floor and was pleased to see his new young plaything rapidly follow onto his knees and bend forward to lick the bowl clean of his own sperm.

Because of his continued bondage, Stephen had to bend towards the waiting dish with great care to avoid losing his balance and tumbling forward. Fortunately, the boy proved successful in his aim and his young tongue was soon licking up his own cum, whilst the Major Domo repositioned himself behind him.

As Stephen's tongue subsequently gathered its fourth dollop of ejaculate for oral absorption, the boy's ears heard a whooshing noise and his bottom suddenly experienced immense pain. The sound and acute agony had been created by a harsh and accurate blow from a leather crop now held in the Major Domo's hand and targeted at the curvaceous juvenile buttocks, which were, of course, nicely presented for such attention by their young owner's current demeaning posture.

Despite the excruciation afflicting Stephen's bottom, and searing through the rest of his delicious naked body, his tongue barely hesitated in dutifully introducing its current ration of semen to his mouth or seeking to gather another. On observing the boy's brave reaction, the Major Domo grinned, as a child's preconditioning for his new role had again clearly been highly effective. The man, of course, hoped that such a state would persist until the youngster completed his function for his cult in this world.

Despite the Major Domo's early satisfaction, he still struck Stephen's bottom harshly and accurately on another three occasions. This repetition was not only to double-check the effectiveness of the child's preconditioning but also because the sadistic man particularly enjoyed hurting young boys.

Stephen's reaction to this later trio of blows was the same as for the first. In fact, by the time that the last had struck, he had dutifully bravely cleaned the silver bowl of all of his cum. Nevertheless, the agonised boy remained in place, compliantly bent over in case the Major Domo wanted to beat him some more, whilst a few tears fell from his blue eyes to replace his cleansed ejaculate in the dish.

The Major Domo, however, did not make use of the proffered opportunity to beat Stephen further. The man did not want to mark the boy's bottom any more, as the young curvaceous buttocks had to be in pristine condition for the following week's initiation ceremony.

Given his inherent sadism, especially towards young boys, the Major Domo would naturally have liked to beat Stephen more severely. However, the man was not too disappointed not to be able to do so on this occasion, as he appreciated that he would have many opportunities to indulge such a pleasure in the year ahead.

Returning to Stephen's front, the Major Domo instead ordered the naked boy to stand. After his order had been obeyed, the man next produced from his belt pouch a black leather cockstrap with an integral penile sheath attached, which possessed stubby but sharp internal metal spikes on the inside and lacing on the open underside.

The Major Domo subsequently fitted the attachment to Stephen's now flaccid genitals. A stud fixed the cockstrap tightly around the base of the boy's sexual organs, whilst the man carefully laced the sheath in place along his penis so that any expansion of the shaft would be most unwise.

After subsequently collecting and returning to his pouch the bowl from the floor, the Major Domo then just left the tiny cell without another word, leaving Stephen alone in his chains and naked apart from the potentially painful genital attachment. The boy therefore returned to lying on his bed to await his formal initiation into the service of satanic sect in a week's time.

(Owner's residence of a remote farm, Midwestern USA, 1 week later)

Since his first meeting with the Major Domo of one week previously, Stephen had met no one else except for the slave supervisor. The boy's prolonged lonely isolation was interrupted each morning when the man took him to the shower-room adjacent to the tiny basement cell to supervise the neophyte's daily toilet, ablutions and grooming.

Stephen would then finally be temporarily released from his chains in order to conduct most of the relevant chores in respect of his own body in line with the Major Domo's instructions, although his cock was not afforded similar consideration. The boy's penis continued to be sheathed by spiked leather, from which urine could fortunately be expelled from the little opening at the end.

The leather sheath had induced steadily developing discomfort in Stephen's groin over the past week. The relief gained by being masturbated by the Major Domo during their first meeting had quickly dissipated, to be replaced by the return of increasing sexual need, with the natural desires of young teenage hormones boosted by the secret infusion of aphrodisiacs.

Stephen had attempted to limit his distress during the copious lonely hours of his solitary confinement by trying to restrict his thoughts to non-sexual matters. However, such an intention was not always practicable for a healthy pubescent boy furtively fed strong aphrodisiacs. Consequently, his cock frequently impaled itself on the sheath's cruel spikes whenever he could not prevent erotic dreams invading his bored mind.

The daily morning visit to the shower-room was immediately followed, whilst remaining unchained, by one to the Grand Master's entertainment chamber on the basement floor above. This amenity was similar in size and decor to the nearby audience facility but with a king-size bed replacing the throne as the sole item of furniture.

After kissing the mouth of Baphomet at the centre of the silvery pentagram emblem on the black marble floor in front of the bed, which was unoccupied because the Grand Master was not yet present during these daily visits, Stephen would practise erotic dancing under the guidance of the Major Domo. The boy unsurprisingly had never previously indulged in the art but nevertheless was prepared to learn for two reasons.

First, the threat represented by the leather crop fastened to the Major Domo's belt, which would undoubtedly be used for disobedience of the man's commands, was a major incentive. Second, Stephen was happy to learn to dance erotically with proficiency because he had been informed that the art was required of him by both the Grand Master and the great Lucifer, whom he eagerly wanted to serve well.

As appropriate lively music blurted out from hidden audio speakers, Stephen actually picked up the necessary skills quickly and efficiently, as if he were born to dance. The boy did so despite initially feeling rather peculiar during his energetically erotic movements as a result of still wearing his spiked cock sheath. However, he eventually became accustomed to the situation and this sensation consequently gradually disappeared.

Each erotic dancing training session was followed by another visit to the shower-room for a quick wash before Stephen was returned in his normal chain bondage to his tiny cell. The boy would not leave his minuscule prison until the next morning, when the cycle of washing, grooming and practising would begin again. However, he would encounter the Major Domo on three other occasions each day, which entailed the bringing of his meals.

These meals were always the same. Breakfast comprised wheat bars pulped in milk. Lunch consisted of a broth and dinner was stew.

The reason for the predominant liquid consistency of this food was apparent to Stephen when the fare was presented to him in a metal bowl, along with similar containing water and which were more usually used for pet animals, whilst he was not released from his chained bondage. The boy therefore had to consume the sustenance like a dog, which represented a continuation of his mental conditioning to be completely servile and submissive for his masters.

After each meal, Stephen would be given the opportunity to toilet in the shower-room. However, the boy also had a back- up amenity for doing so within his own tiny cell, in the form of a metal chamberpot.

Given the daily degradation of his food intake, his frequent genital anguish, as he was kept deliberately chaste for his formal initiation, and his brainwashed eagerness to enter the Grand Master's service as the annual special young slaveboy, Stephen was naturally happy that his week's lonely wait for his formal initiation was now over. The boy's gratitude was maintained despite knowing that the forthcoming ceremony would contain a lot of unpleasantness for him.

Stephen had already visited the shower-room, where his cock- sheath had at last been removed. After washing, including being subjected to the embarrassing daily enema, and grooming, including the coating of his genitals with fragrant but stinging depilatory solution, the Major Domo had subsequently re-issued the boy with his skimpy white lycra briefs in which to dress.

There was no following visit to the Grand Master's entertainment chamber for erotic dance training on this day, nor would there be any meals. Stephen was instead returned in chains to his tiny cell, where he lay on his bed without sustenance, waiting to be summoned for his initiation.

The lonely impatient wait was long, as those cult members who could travel to the remote farm at only a week's notice would not gather fully until late afternoon. Stephen occupied himself during this period by repetitively going over in his mind what he had been trained to do and endure in the imminently forthcoming ceremony and once more contemplating his later immediate future. The boy did so whilst experiencing a strange mix of excitement and apprehension.

The initial evidence that Stephen's long wait in his tiny cell was eventually over accrued when the heavy metal door was unlocked and opened and the Major Domo finally arrived to collect him. The boy, as usual, scrambled to his feet and kissed the man's black leather boots before reverently kneeling before him with head respectfully bowed.

"Stand," the Major Domo subsequently commanded, "and follow me!" Stephen, as usual, obeyed.

Still awkwardly in chains, Stephen now had to climb two flights of stairs before he reached the ground floor of the farmhouse and saw through windows his first sight of natural daylight in a week. The boy also soon found himself in the sunny outdoors for the initial time in the same period, as he was led to a nearby large barn.

Stephen was led past copious stalls offering free drink and barbecue food, as well as many chairs and tables. However, the only people currently present in these outdoor surrounds were some older volunteer slaves, identifiable because they only wore sparse black thongs with leather collars, wristlets and anklets. A few also bore a brandmark depicting an inverted cross in the middle of their chests. The clientele for this catering arrangement had apparently relocated elsewhere, leaving the menials to tidy up and wait on anyone who later returned.

Despite their clear interest, the older volunteer slaves only dared to glance briefly at Stephen as he passed. They appreciated that any slacking in respect of their chores would earn them a few blows from the Major Domo's crop or worse. They might have been masochists but few liked to be hurt in such an unceremonial manner.

Meanwhile, Stephen knew from his training to where the slaves' clientele had gone, for the many visiting cult members, dressed in their robes, were awaiting him in the large barn, which had been converted into the demonic movement's satanic arena.

(To be continued)