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They prepared the newbloods for the first rite of entrance into the Man Society. Their bodies were well-oiled, flesh gleaming beneath the firelight. This would be the first primitive orgy rite, overseen by the spiritmasters. They had prepared for this sexual initiation and each was eager to be taken by the men of authority, or even an Ancient if one was lucky enough to be chosen.   They were led, single file to the large bonfire at the center of the ceremonial clearing. They were directed to sit in a circle around the fire, cross-legged, waiting for the dance to begin, and for each to be chosen in turn by the first in authority.   The drums began pounding and Alonzo's heartbeat matched the beat as his cock rose quickly in answer to the primal call. A spiritmaster approached him, carrying a golden vessel, etched with erotic images, and handed it to Alonzo. It was the wine of abandon, used strictly for the sexual initiation which amounted to more of an orgy than anything else.     He drank from the goblet willingly, more than ready to take on the responsibilities associated with moving from newblood to initiate. As he drained the goblet, his gaze encountered the dais at the far side of the clearing and his blood burned at the vision of golden gods, served by their attendants dressed in rich clothing. One day he planned to be in that position. It was one many sought to achieve.   The Ancients. The regal five, holding the highest positions on the island as the Island Lords, for the most part naked, except that they were adorned in gold, glittering powder from head to foot, wearing hammered gold and copper necklaces and headpieces, making them look to be statues of the gods sculpted in precious metal. Far about the station of any of them. They were here to preside over the ceremony, but not necessarily to partake of the orgy.   Alonzo turned back as six spiritmasters, wearing costumes of brilliant yellow and blue feathers, their faces painted came out to dance around the fire, behind the newbloods seated there. The drumbeats became more pronounced, driving through to his heart, magnified by the effects of the wine. He felt his lust building, his body opening, needing to be taken. This would be his first step to becoming a Receiver–used and pleasured by those in authority.   It was difficult for him to maintain his focus on the ceremony as his blood boiled hotter and hotter. God, he needed to be fucked, the pounding grew louder and then abruptly it came to a halt. He turned to look up at the Ancients as one at the center rose. Arms crossed across his broad chest, he surveyed the gathering below. His gaze turned to the head spiritmaster and he nodded. The next phase of the ceremony was to begin.   The drumming erupted once again, this time faster. He looked at the drummers, their hard muscled armed as they came down again and again, sweat glistening on their bodies. He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see the head Joymaster looking down at him.   Alonzo rose to his feet. It was a good omen to be chosen by Cassius as his first. Of all of those in authority he was most skilled in the sexual arts. Teacher of the joyboys–those who chose strictly sexual service on the island, not wishing to take the oath to one particular man of authority, content with their service as pampered sex objects to the others.   Cassius leaned down to kiss him passionately, reaching out to grip Alonzo's cock possessively. His body was painted with erotic symbols signifying his position and Alonzo found his attentions very arousing.   "I will be your first, Alonzo. I've had my eye on you for some time," he said as he drew him forward, his firm hand gripping Alonzo's burgeoning penis. They moved across the clearing to one of the fallen logs at the edge, specifically placed for the ceremony.   "I am honored, Joymaster."   They stopped and Cassius stroked his cock to fuller attention, pre-cum glistening from the tip. "You would make a very good joyboy. Have you thought of that?" His hard hand tested Alonzo.   "I want more," Alonzo just managed to grit out.   Cassius' dark, plucked brows shot up and his grip firmed. "More of this?"   Alonzo groaned in ecstasy. "Yes," he hissed. "But also more than being a joyboy for anyone's pleasure."   Cassius' gaze studied him as his hand stroked him higher. Alonzo would not be allowed to penetrate this night, but how he wanted to penetrate Cassius with his needy cock.   "Over the log," Cassius bit out. "Spread your legs. I'll make this good for you. Maybe so good, you'll want to become one of my joyboys."   Alonzo did as he said, feeling the roughness of the log beneath his chest, against his aching flesh. If he had been anyone else, he might have acceded to the Joymaster's prediction. But he was not. He was a man who always wanted more. Would always be so.   He had been chosen to come to the island because of his male beauty. He was no fool on that score. Once he reached the level of Attendant, be it to a man of authority or to one of the ancients, he would be offered the cup of life from the fabled Waterfall of Immortality. With that he would receive eternity.   He felt the presence of Cassius' cock at his puckered, oiled entrance, pressing slowly inward. He had been prepared, using the array of dildoes for that purpose. The newbloods had helped prepare each other. It was against the laws of the island for them to fuck each other, but this they could do. None of them were to be touched sexually by an authoritarian until the first ceremony of sexual initiation.   Cassius' prick split him open as he tunneled deeper. He had one of the longest cocks on the island and knew how to use it. "Do you like the feel of that, newblood?"   "Yes." He wiggled his ass, wanting him deeper, feeling his balls tighten with desire.   "How much can you take your first time, I wonder. You have a nice ass. Tight, just as I knew it would be. Do you know how long I have been waiting for the ceremony to fuck you?"   He pressed deeper, retreated, widened him. Slowly, Alonzo became accustomed to his presence. Then his movements grew faster, more insistent. There was some pain, but not as much as Alonzo expected and he began to work against Cassius' movements, until finally he felt Cassius explode inside him, filling him with his cum.   "That's it, newblood, just like that. Damn, you have a fine body. I'd do it again, but there are others wanting to sample your body." Quickly, he slid his softening prick from Alonozo's needy body.   There were other hands on Alonzo now, pushing him to his back. A mouth on his cock, sucking him deep down a throat. He thrust his hips, searching for the pleasure. A tongue swirled over the tip, dipping into it, driving him higher, until finally he exploded inside the mouth of the man sucking him.   More hands on him, pushing him over the log, fucking time, exploding inside him, complimenting him, stroking him, until he thought he would die from the overwhelming pleasure of this night. He had come more than he ever thought possible, his ass was on fire from the many fuckings he had received.   He lay on the ground, next to the log, staring up at the stars. There was finally quiet, the drumbeats low and slow now. He was satiated beyond his wildest dreams.   He felt a presence close to him and turn his head and his breath stopped in his chest. Above him stood one of the golden Ancients, looking larger than any mortal man. The Ancient reached down and picked Alonzo up into his arms. Alonzo could only stare at him, knowing he must be dreaming.   The Ancient stalked off into the jungle and stopped near one of the steaming pools. He lowered Alonzo to his feet and pointed to the water. Alonzo walked into the water and proceeded to wash, glancing furtively at the giant of a man standing, with arms folded across his chest, watching Alonzo as he bathed.   There was silence in the jungle except for the calls of the birds and the wild animals at a distance, the wind feathering the trees.   When he was clean, he stepped back onto the embankment and stood before the golden giant. He dropped to his knees. His eyes widened at the immense size of the cock staring him in the face. Long moments passed as he waited. He had some idea why the Ancient had brought him here, but with anyone in authority, one never knew what was truly in their mind.   No words passed between them. The Ancient helped him to his feet, then fastened his mouth over Alonzo's forcing his head back as he enfolded him into his strong arms. Alonzo knew immediately that this was the type of man he wanted to be with. Not just any man of authority, but an Ancient, one with more power than any other on the island. This was why he had come here.   The Ancient lifted him and carried him over to log and spread him out over it, face down. He braced himself with his hands, thankful he'd been opened by the ceremony so that he might find pleasure with this Ancient.   He felt the thick, enormous cock at his hole, felt himself expanded beyond anything that had come before and welcoming the pain, the sensation, the possession, by this immortal.   Suddenly, he slammed into Alonzo, taking him by surprised, and anchored himself deep inside Alonzo's colon. Alonzo felt himself ripped apart, but he wanted it, loved the feeling of possession instilled by the Ancient. The powerlessness to disobey.   A golden hand came out to grip one of Alonzo's and bring it down to his own cock, a gold hand over his own pale flesh, guiding him to pleasure himself as the Ancient began to work his cock inside Alonzo's ass.   Alonzo had never felt anything as arousing in his life. Nor would he probably do so again. He heard a whimper and knew it was his own as the Ancient worked him into a frenzy of need, his blood boiling, racing through his veins at the speed of light. There was nothing beyond this moment. The earthy smells of the jungle, the mating, the man, all mingled inside him.   It went on for a long time as the Ancient drew him upwards time and time again, until he felt he could experience no more pleasure than he had. But it didn't end as he forced him to respond to his touch, to his presence.   He was a Receiver. It echoed through his mind again and again. With this initiation by an Ancient, he had reached the next level and as the Ancient pummeled into his colon time and time again, the cadence echoed through him. If he'd ever had any doubts, they were drowned by this coupling. He was a Receiver and it was what he was always meant to be. Another explosion inside him had him gasping for breath as he received the seed of the Ancient one last time before losing consciousness.   He came back to consciousness with the sensation that he was floating and realized the Ancient was carrying him once again. He didn't want this night to end and he looked up at the magnificence of the immortal who held him. The Ancient stopped at the edge of the clearing and looked down at Alonzo, there was a gentleness in his dark eyes. He then strode forward and gently placed Alonzo near the other newbloods who were sleeping near the fire. The Ancient leaned downed and offered Alonzo one last soul-destroying kiss.   Alonzo reached up as though to draw the Ancient to him, not wanting to let him go, but stopped himself. It was not his right to hold an Ancient. Tonight he had received more than he ever could have imagined. As the Ancient moved out of sight, Alonzo curled up next to the newblood, who slept in exhaustion, next to him. This was a night he would never forget.   Just before dawn, they were awakened by the spiritmasters. Alonzo opened his eyes and looked around. His ass ached from all the attention he had received during the ceremony. He had vague memories of being fucked by an Ancient, but knew that had to be a fantasy induced by the wine.   They were told to kneel up in a straight line, hand clasped behind them. They each did as they were instructed. Two Spiritmasters approached, one carrying a tray of white, beaded collars, the symbol of an Initiate. They stopped at each newblood and fastened the collar around his neck. One could almost see them puff up with pride as each one was affixed.   When the last one was done, they were each given a goblet of cleansing wine to complete the ritual. When it was finished, the Initiate kneeling next to Alonzo stared at him.   "Where have you been?"   "Why?"   "You're covered in gold powder."   Alonzo stilled. Had it not been a dream after all? He glanced at the dias, now empty. Which of them had he been with? The gold mask had hidden his identity. Which of them had kept him mindless with pleasure for long hours of the night?   His body and spirit were more open now than ever before. He fingered the beaded collar at his throat. He belonged. He had completed the ritual and much more than that. Would the Ancient come to claim him again? In a part of him, he know that he had already been chosen and it was just a question of waiting until the Ancient revealed his intentions. But Alonzo knew one thing. He was a different man from the one who came to the ceremony a newblood. And he had no reservations about his path. He had taken to the role of Receiver like the earth opening to the heat of the sun.

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