Beneath the full moon's haunting glow, ancient trees loomed tall and mysterious around a clearing in the dense woods. Bathed in flickering crimson and amber hues, a bonfire roared, the dancing flames casting eerie shadows on the cloaked figures that danced in harmony to the rhythmic pulse of primal drums. Chants of arcane power rose all around him, carrying the weight of forgotten ages as the boundaries between worlds began to fray.
"Dark One, bringer of fertility and Spring, we welcome thee!"
The acrid smell of burning wood fills the air, the warm glow of the bonfire dances in the darkness, creating mesmerising shadows of the leaping figures around him. A sudden gust of wind carries a plume of thick, ashy smoke into Ash's eyes. The smoke burns his eyes and lunges for a moment, long enough bring tears to his eyes, blurring his vision. Around him the whole scene is reduced to dark figures cast in a red glow.
Gradually the dancing sped up and the robed dancers' movements became more and more erratic, spinning in jumping and staggering about to the rhythmic beat of the drums.
Ash noticed a single cloaked figure, his black robe adorned with red symbols, standing still against the pitch black forest, chanting ever louder in the same hypnotic tones, accentuated by the primal rhythm of the beating drums.
The dance still sped up, the chanting reaching a loud crescendo until every dancer had spun himself into falling prone on the ground, leaving only the figure with the red symbols standing.
When the last one hit the ground, the chanting and drums stopped at once. Eerie silence filled the woods and almost made him miss the hypnotic chanting. Ash pulled with renewed vigour at his bonds that bound his limbs into a large X with his back against a large boulder of some sort.
The glint of a steel immediately caught Ash's attention as the leader pulled a large knife from inside the heavy folds of his robe.
He held the knife over his head to display it to all the dancers that watched from where they all still layed on the ground as he walked over to a very helpless Ash, who could do nothing but beg and struggle against his bonds.
Cold steel against his neck had pleas for mercy falling from his mouth without his conscious effort. Though his words had no effect on the priest whatsoever, the blade didn't pierce his milky skin, but instead moved down his chest to cleanly cut his shirt from his torso.
He made quick work of cutting the remaining shreds of fabric from his lean torso before slicing his pants way. The was left with only his underwear to protect his dignity. With embarrassment eclipsing fear for a moment, Ash realised that he was wearing tight, sheer panties over a small chastity cage that completely encased his penis.
His parents had locked him up from the onset of puberty. When Ash had come home after school the day of his thirteenth birthday, his parents had awaited him with a 'special surprise', as they called it. At first he had been confused when they revealed the shiny stainless steel device, and his parents had him undress to demonstrate how his special gift had to be worn. It was only after it was securely locked that he realised that he had been tricked and had no way for him to remove it. When he started having erections and 'impure thoughts', as his parents called them, it was too late and he just had to endure. To this day at age 18, he had never jerked off, never had an orgasm.
The priest walked over to a stone altar that was right behind the stone boulder where he was bound where there seemed to be an assortment of ritualistic ingredients. After preparing things, he addressed his fellow cultists.
"Behold, the sacred oil to anoint the chosen Bearer of the Seed!", he announced as he held a bowl of oil over his head for all to see.
"Behold, the revered Herbal Pigments to adorn the skin of the Bearer of the Seed!"
"Behold, the perfume of fertility to stir the desires of the Dark One and the Bearer of the Seed alike!"
"Behold, the smoke that will purify and bring forth the rampant desires of us all!"
After he finished presenting each element the replaced it back on the altar and brought the first one, the oil, over to Ash. With great ceremony he poured a golden stream of the oil over his chest letting rivets run down his slender, hairless torso. Then his hands began rubbing the oil into his skin, making him shine in the red glow of the fire.
The knife was once again in his hand and he carefully cut the tight, lacy thong along both hips. Ash had found that wearing tight feminine underwear over his chastity cage kept it better in place so it didn't bounce around unnecessarily to cause him pain when pulling on his cramped, denied member. So most days he wore delicate lingerie and thongs that fit tightly around his hips and the string pulled firmly between his creamy mounds. That was the official reason he told himself for wearing something so unmanly. He never admitted even to himself that the tight string between his cheeks created a forbidden pleasure as it rubbed against his tightly furled entrance. Ash shivered in embarrassment when his caged penis jerked at the sensation of the priest pulling the string down and out from between his bouncy buttcheeks, creating delicious friction against his anus.
Returning with the oil, he anointed each of his small, smooth testicles with the oil to let them shine. Since the metal ring around his scrotum was so tight, his balls were always pulled tight, and since he had never had a release, any stimulation felt so good that his neglected penis tried to get erect, and as always it was stymied by the pain of the large organ being cramped into a tiny metal tube. Even in his flaccid state his penis was crushed just to fit inside, making any erection doubly as uncomfortable when his glans tried to expand only to have the sensitive ridges crushed into the small metal chastity.
After the rest of his body was anointed and gleaming by the chanting priest, he moved on to paint fertility symbols on his chest with a large brush and herbal pigments. His chest were covered in striking green/black lines and sigils. Then he announced to his followers that he will paint the symbols of the Dark One onto Ash to denote him as the chosen vessel for the sacred Seed.
The priest took out a tiny paintbrush and dipped it back into the dark pigments and crouched down to cup Ash's sensitive testicles in his hand while tickling his balls with the painting of the symbol for the Dark One onto each smooth orb.
"Dark One, bringer of fertility and Spring, we welcome thee!" the priest still chanted all the while.
Replacing the paintbrushes and pigment he returned with the perfume, in which he dipped a finger and ducked down to stroke in the cleft between his cheeks and over the nerve rich anus he rubbed a small amount of the sweet, floral fragrance.
