Tommen has been a part of the Temple for as long as he can remember. He grew up as a temple servant, but soon became a novice. The priests saw something in him that was hard to understand. He was a good-looking boy, with curly black hair and blue eyes. He was rather thin, not very good at sports, but had a bright mind.
The temple was a large complex of buildings. It was an institution for men only, who worshipped the great sun god and the smaller elemental gods. Tommen grew up speaking their sacred language, spending hours each day studying the sacred texts. His teachers looked after the spiritual aspects, while the priests were responsible for the day-to-day activities with the common people. A small administration ran the temple and controlled the funds from donations. They also worked closely with the local rulers and were therefore quite powerful. The people here mostly kept to themselves - so Tommen only had friends and comrades within these walls. One of his best friends was Marcus, a fellow novice only a few weeks his junior. They spent much time together studying, praising the great gods and playing in the sun.
Tommen wanted nothing more than to be one of the chosen priests. The special ones who had exclusive access to the sacred temples. The men of God who knew how to turn darkness into light and feed the poor souls. The inner circle was still a great secret, the novices had no idea what went on in the temple chambers.
Tommen had waited a long time, but when a novice turned 20, everyone had a chance to be introduced to the inner circle of the Temple, on their way to becoming priests themselves.
Three days before his 20th birthday and his initiation ceremony, Tommen was ordered to see one of the priests. Tommen was nervous, the initiation ritual was something that was never discussed amongst the novices - no one knew what was going to happen. Tommen sat on a chair as a man in grey robes walked around him holding a candle. After a few movements and prayers, the man was ready to speak.
"You have been chosen by the Lord to join our order," he said. "But you must prepare for the ceremony."
"What is that?" asked Tommen. "And why do I have to prepare?"
"We call it the ritual of submission," the priest replied. "The time when your soul will open to the higher power."
"Open my soul?" repeated Tommen.
"Yes. Submit yourself, let your heart be opened to the powers beyond us all."
"Will it hurt?" asked Tommen.
"No, nothing bad should happen if you prepare yourself. But it won't be easy. Many novices fail and have to leave."
The priest handed Tommen a small bag. "Inside is everything you need. Only open the bag in your room. The other novices are not to know about the ceremony until the time is right."
"But why? What happens during the ceremony?" asked Tommen.
"You will learn how to serve the gods."
Tommen looked confused. But he picked up the bag and left the room. He went back to his room and sat in front of the window. He slowly opened the bag and inside was a short piece of paper with some instructions written on it. A bottle with some liquid. And a small wooden box. He looked at the instructions first.
"You must not bring yourself to orgasm over the next few days. This will make you stronger for the great night. Train yourself with the temple's sacred Kaltheer kit. Start with the small one, but finish with the big one. We will know if you don't wear them at all times. We will know if you fail and reach orgasm. Then you have failed the gods and the temple and must leave forever. If you succeed and can hold out until the end, then we will know that you are strong enough to join us as a priest", he said.
Tommen was confused, but his penis was starting to grow in his tight trousers. He took the small box and picked up the bottle, smelling the sweet aroma. He wondered what it could be used for. Maybe it's meant to make me horny? The thought made him feel uncomfortable.
Finally, he opened the box. Inside were wooden objects that were growing in size. They were shaped like huge drops with a well-crafted end. Tommen picked up the smallest one, it was smooth and soft to the touch. Next to it was a larger one. It was rounder than the first and sharper. Finally there was a huge one, rather long and with an even bigger head.
Tommen felt a heat rise inside him. His dick was getting harder, but he didn't know why and he had no idea what to do with these Kaltheer objects. He looked back at the instructions. "We'll know if you don't wear them all the time", but how was he supposed to wear such an object? All the clothes of the temple were very soft and nice, none of them could hold one of these things. He picked up the first ritual object again, turned it in the light and brought it closer to his face. Then he decided to ask the gods for help.
He dropped to his praying position: on his knees, head almost touching the ground. "Oh, holy gods," Tommen began. "Please send your presence here and tell me what to do. Show me how to use these sacred objects. Make me worthy to enter your realm. Give me strength to resist and control my body. You have given me life, health and happiness. Help me to honour and serve you now."
The heat centred around his dick began to spread through his body. He felt his erection swell between his legs. His member throbbed and pulsed to its full potential. Tommen let out a low moan, feeling very vulnerable in his kneeling position.
His body was responding so strongly to the hot flow of thoughts and emotions that were pouring into him. He reached for the smaller ritual object and brought it to his mouth. He smelled the faint scent of the material it was made of. He placed it between his lips and began to suck on it. He lost control and was suddenly in a kind of trance.
The fire inside him began to rise. Suddenly he felt his ass spasm, shivers running through his whole body. He couldn't stop himself, his hole twitching and itching, demanding attention. He gagged on the Kaltheer as his hands moved behind him, rubbing his ass through his trousers. Finally he found his itching hole and heard a loud scream from his throat. These feelings were completely new to him. He didn't know how to deal with them or control them. He just wanted the itching to go away! Tommen could barely breathe. With every movement his cock leaked pre-cum into his trousers. His body shook. Every muscle tingled and he couldn't help it. He gagged on the Kaltheer once more, then spat it out. He moved quickly, lowering his trousers as fast as he could in this position, his hard cock jumping free, the cold air of the room hitting his exposed ass. Then, intuitively, he reached for the Kaltheer, still wet from his mouth, and pressed it against his itching hole. The tip seemed to fit perfectly and he moaned. His whole body convulsed as the cold, wet wooden object slowly entered him, causing his muscles to tense. Tommen moaned loudly, strangely enjoying the sensation. His ass burned from the searing pain that sent shockwaves through his entire body. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"This isn't happening, what am I doing here?" Tommen could barely think. Now he was kneeling on the floor, moaning. He pushed the Kaltheer deep inside him, causing his ass to shake uncontrollably. Now his hands roamed over his clothed body. He touched himself everywhere. He had never thought he could fit anything in his ass. The sensation was completely new to him.
His penis felt heavy and trapped, squeezing out large drops of pre-cum, begging for release. Tommen couldn't stand it anymore. He moaned and sobbed, pulling the Kaltheer out of his ass. Cold, fresh air hit his exposed skin. Then he heard a knock at his door.
