Soon they reached a narrow staircase that led down into the rock that the temple was built upon.
"We need to cover your eyes again, boy." The priest pulled out the black cloth and placed it over Tommen's eyes, leaving him in darkness.
The steps were flat and Tommen stumbled several times as he tried to keep up with the priests' hurried pace. His heart pounded again, and he nervously swallowed back saliva from his dry mouth. Had he really memorized the holy language? Was he supposed to prove something during the ritual? The atmosphere in the corridor was a bit intimidating, but Tommen was eager to see where they were taking him. When they finally stopped, Tommen wondered where he was. Some kind of chamber, perhaps?
Tommen heard two more sets of footsteps approaching before someone commanded loudly in a deep voice: "Open!" Tommen was pushed forward through another set of doors, which creaked slightly just like the first pair had done. They led him into a circular hall with large fires burning on either side of the room. It was comfortably warm inside, and they led Tommen to the center of the hall, where a strange-looking altar stood. Of course, the blinded Tommen was oblivious to all of this, taking each step carefully, trying to concentrate on the sounds of his completely dark surroundings. But no one else seemed to be here. "Is this the ceremony already?" he thought. "Probably not."
Soon Tommen was standing in front of the altar. The two priests slowly made him bend over, pushing his breast over it. Then they slowly pushed him further until Tommen could feel a large hole surrounded by soft fabric with his lower body. If he had to guess, he would say it was probably two hands wide. The priest moved Tommen so that the area of his cock and balls were inside this hole, while the weight of his body rested on soft fabric and pillows. Not being able to see anything, Tommen had no idea that he had just been placed on the altar, his painted ass perfectly presented upwards in one direction, while his cock was clearly visible from the other direction through a big circular hole that cut through the block of stone, forming a cone, the tip of which was the opening to his private parts.
Tommen stood still, feeling uncomfortable and not daring to speak or make a sound. He felt like he was about to be whipped, the way he was lying on that strange rock. But that could not be it. Since nothing was happening, he began to move his hips in circles as best he could, his chest scraping against the rock, the head of his cock hitting the edge of the cone, the cold marble making him shiver. The priests stood by the altar and watched. "Very nice," one of them finally purred, "this is going to be a great initiation! Stop moving now!"
Tommen froze in an instant, only able to hear the short breaths his heart made in fear and excitement. Then he felt soft cloth around his ankles. His feet were bound to the floor with soft linen. The cloth suddenly tightened, preventing him from moving his feet. "What... are you doing?" he dared to ask, but instead of an answer, they grabbed his hands, held his wrists tightly, pushed them further down over the altar, and bound him so that it was difficult for him to move. Tommen struggled, trying to keep them away from his arms. "Stop! Please, I don't want this!"
"Be patient, novice! You don't even know what will happen." The other spoke as well, continuing to tighten the cloth around Tommen's wrists. "Hold still!" Soon they were done and stepped back. Tommen tried moving, but all he could do was twist and move his hip slightly, grinding into the edge of the altar and moving his groin into the large stone hole between his legs.
"Why am I tied up?" he asked, but they didn't answer, only continued to stand by the altar, not speaking, only breathing. They stood there in silence for a while, as if waiting for something. Tommen didn't know what to do, and he wished they would speak to him. At the same time, he became aware of how his heart was pounding so fast, he thought it would burst. He felt scared. And alone.
A hand pressed down on his back, trying to calm him. Tommen slowly relaxed, his breathing slowing, waiting to see what would happen next. "Don't worry, boy, everything will be fine," the first voice reassured him. "We are going to oil your body once more and remove the Kaltheer. Then you will have one hour of silent prayer until the ceremony begins and you will be initiated."
Finally, some answers. Tommen felt a wave of relief wash over him. Relief that he now knew what was going to happen. Relieved that the Kaltheer would be removed before the ceremony, as he would have felt uncomfortable if he had to present himself to the inner circle in such a way. Relieved that - he believed - his cock was very well hidden in that hole in the rock in front of him. Oh, but how wrong he was in this.
"Alright..." he murmured, and soon he felt the oil being applied to his shoulders, lower back and ass. The hands felt warm and soft on his skin, and Tommen become more and more comfortable. "I hope they don't ruin the flower", he thought. But those thoughts quickly vanished as the hands began to lower, into his ass crack and over the base of Kaltheer, the pressure moving the object inside if him a little bit. The position of his body meant that the tip of the Kaltheer brushed directly over the spot inside him that always made him squirm with excitement. And so Tommen let out a deep moan, his body shaking in the restraints he was in, ass clenching and pushing back into the object. His head was starting to spin, he was longing for more. The priest at his back increased the pressure on the Kaltheer, pushing it down in a slow rhythm. "That feels good," Tommen gasped. "Ah, my gods!"
His own words made him uncomfortable, but the priest only chuckled. "You like that, don't you?" he said. "It's only natural, boy. Nothing wrong with that."
Tommen nodded silently, swallowing hard. Of course, his manhood was rock hard again, the tip brushing against the inner stone of the altar. A quiet laugh came from the other priest, "You're doing really well!"
Tommen felt warm, wet fingers reach between his cheeks, sliding in the oil he was smeared with, and he felt a firm grip on his hip. Slowly, he felt the object being pushed out of him. "Now the Kaltheer is going to be gone for good. Hold still, young novice." When he felt resistance, the priest played with his fingers around Tommen's stretched hole, causing him to whimper and moan. His cock pulsed, a long drop of pre-cum dripping from it, splashing onto the rock and slowly running down the cone out of the altar. "Almost there, boy!"
And indeed, soon the entire object was removed from Tommen's ass, the gentle fingers still playing around his rim. His ass felt empty, the hole opening and closing, longing to be stretched again.