Sacrificial Cow

Erotic short. Two priests of Asterion use a sacrifice’s body for their ritual.

3.7k. Trans M/Cis M/Cis M. Two huge priests fuck and cumflate a much smaller trans twink between them — featuring come inflation, multiple orgasms, size difference, huge insertions, stretching, breast expansion, lactation, milking.

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They’re two priests of Asterion, and when Fen first lays eyes on them his breath is arrested in his throat, his mouth going dry and his eyes blinking a few times as if to make sure the two of them aren’t a mirage, that they’re really there, that they’re really real.

Fuck, they are real.

The elder of the two priests is Ajax, and he’s one of the biggest men Fen has ever laid eyes on, tall and strapping with shoulders so broad he’d have to turn sideways to go through a door even were it not for the slightly wider swell of his rounded belly. He’s a barrel-shaped man, his chest thick and heavy, his belly the same, and he’s made of heavy meat and muscle underneath the fat, is built like the bull-man for whom he is named. The white sheet he wears is fastened at one shoulder, plunging so that Fen can see the heavy swell of his tits, the thick curling hair thatched on them.

The younger — and more senior — is Theo, and he’s a big man himself, only seems small because he’s standing beside a giant. Theo is six feet tall, some seven or eight inches taller than Fen is, and he too is fat and somewhat muscular — his muscles aren’t as toned as Ajax’s, and his belly is more prominent, his chest flatter, his ass bigger. Perhaps they’re just as hairy as one another, but where Ajax has a gingery white skin tone and darker hair that shows in obvious contrast, Theo’s skin is the colour of mahogany wood, and his similarly coloured hair blends against it. Theo shows much more of his body than Ajax does, a skirt around his waist but no robe coming up to his shoulder, and Fen is almost hypnotised at the shape of his navel, the shadow in it on the underside of his belly.

Fen gulps as they approach him, the two standing on his either side, and when they draw in he’s pinned between the thick swells of each of their bellies, feeling the heat from each of them, feeling the hair on Theo’s belly even though he can’t see it so well — it’s not laid on his skin as thickly as it is on Ajax’s.

“Are you ready?” asks Theo softly, arching one of his eyebrows as they both look down at him, and he feels so tiny between them his body thrills with it, a hot tingle on his skin under his clothes. He feels underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt and sneakers, not dressed as these men are in priestly robes and with oil glistening on their skin.

“Once we begin the process,” rumbles Ajax, his voice so deep that it vibrates right through Fen’s body, making him shudder, “it will be no easy feat to stop. We will fuck you until you bear milk, and then milk you until you are dry.”

“Weeks,” says Theo primly. “Months, at times.”

“Months,” Fen repeats, dizzied by the very thought.

“He brooks no objection,” Ajax says in his warm summer thunder of a voice, and Theo smiles.

“Quite the opposite,” he agrees, and takes Fen by the wrist and leads him forward, further into the temple. The air is cool here, not as balmy as the dry, dusty heat outside, and Fen shivers at it, at the way his clothes suddenly feel too thin and like he’s wearing far too little, wishing he was bundled up in something else.

As if hearing his thoughts, Ajax and Theo step closer to him, and as they move down a narrower corridor he’s almost sandwiched between them, their bellies a weight behind him and a heat against his back before they herd him through a doorway and into a tiled room with a raised bed in the centre of it, pillows stacked aside. It’s narrower across than most beds — perfect, he realises, for him to be spread over.

“Are you tight?” asks Ajax.

Fen forgets how to speak as he remembers exactly what’s about to happen to him, his lips quivering, a tremble still tugging at his body.

Ajax doesn’t say anything further, just curls his fingers under the hem of Fen’s t-shirt and raises it over his head as Theo steps across the room and picks up a bottle of oil. Fen shivers as Ajax leans over him to thumb into the waistband of his skinny jeans and peel them down his body, pushing them down to his thighs, his knees. Ajax’s body seems almost to swallow Fen’s into its shadow, he’s so big, so powerful, so all-encompassing, and his breath hitches in his throat as Ajax curiously palms at Fen’s ass, leaning over him to do it. His ass and his thighs are the only places on his body where there’s any real meat, his ass fat enough that he’s worn out more than a few pairs of XS boxers because they’re just not meant to stretch that widely even though they’re the only ones that fit properly around his waist.

In Ajax’s hands, his ass cheeks feel tiny, just small cakes of flesh compared to the dinnerplate expanse of Ajax’s palms and his strong, clever fingers. He whimpers, pressing his face against Ajax’s breast, as Ajax slides two huge thumbs down between his buttocks, tugging them apart so that he can examine the tight furl of Fen’s asshole.

He hasn’t had anal in months, and as he takes in the thick scent of Ajax’s musk on his skin, the acrid salt and testosterone tang that clings to his fat tits and the curly hair thatched on them, he thinks about how big Ajax’s cock must be, how it’s going to feel when it’s sunk into his cunt, into his throat, into his ass.

“Shoes off,” Theo orders, and Fen crouches down to unlace them, realising that he’s down on the ground and like this is looking up at Ajax’s crotch, seeing where his skirt is belted around his waist underneath the underhang of his belly.

He can see the bulge of his cock beginning to tent the white fabric, and his cunt throbs at how huge and thick it is, even without being fully hard. His fingers keep moving on autopilot as he tips forward slightly, and Ajax grips him by the hair and drags him closer.

Fen lets out a sharp little noise as his face is pressed up against the thick meat of Ajax’s hardening cock, his hands clumsy as they keep unlacing his shoes. He can smell Ajax’s body, his face mashed up against one of his thick, muscular thighs, feeling his cock thicken up, pressing up against his face and further tenting the fabric.

Almost as soon as his second shoe is fully unlaced, Ajax pulls Fen up by the hair up and off the floor, kissing him hard and forcing his thick tongue into Fen’s mouth, making him whimper out a desperate little noise as he gets his shoes off.

There’s no further discussion before Fen is dropped on his back across the bed and Ajax’s robe drops to the ground, his heavy cock falling against Fen’s own. Fen lets out a reedy, breathless noise as he fathoms the sheer size and weight of the thing, half as big around as his thigh and slick all over already with pre, shiny white-clear and glistening in the light.

“Is it your — Is it your come?” he asks. “That makes me… that makes people like me…?”

“Our emission,” says Ajax quietly as he gives a long, slow thrust, the shaft of his cock sliding slowly against Fen’s own, “is but part of the magic that will spur your body to its transformation.” Fen stares down at the head of it as Ajax stands between his spread legs, the way his cock curves upward so how it’s a few inches ahead of his face, blunt-headed and with a blinking eye, dripping slick. His mouth is dry, and he wets his lips reflexively.

“As priests of Asterion, we carry his blessing in the core of ourselves, in our blood, our bones,” says Theo, and Fen looks across at him as he lays a bowl on the altar, lighting a scrap of parchment from the candle and dropping it inside. As it flares to light, Fen smells the oil and the spices and herbs in it, watches in distant, dreamy awe as the other candles light around the room, taking it from dim shadow to a warmer, more encompassing light.

Despite the white pillars and the gleaming marble floor, there’s a coziness to the room that makes his body relax back onto the bed.

His heart is pounding hard as Ajax draws back his hips until only his cockhead is in line with Fen’s own, wet slick hot against it, and Fen feels dizzy at the weight of it and the sensation of it against him, and most of all at the knowledge that soon, this huge cock is going to slide inside him, is going to split him wider than he’s ever been.

As if to further tease him, Ajax slides forward again, and once more Fen feels the wonderful heat of his shaft and the continuous rub of it against his cockhead, small compared with many men’s cocks, miniscule compared to Ajax’s bull-like prick, inspirited with whatever his holy master has allotted him.

Fen licks his lips again as the obscene head of it comes close again, when his prick is nestled against the sac of Ajax’s heavy balls, and then he does it again, draws slowly back. On the fifth or sixth repetition of this, Fen lets out an eager, gasping noise, spreading his legs wider, and Ajax’s laugh is a chuckle from deep within his broad, pale chest.

Fen tilts his head back on the bed as Theo comes closer, holding the golden bowl in one of his hands, and he dips two fingers into it, drawing them up again glistening with oil. Fen stares, mouth open, as Theo’s warm fingers move across his chest, painting symbols around each of his nipples, over his sternum. He can’t read Greek any more than he can understand the quiet chanting that Theo and Ajax fall into, so their meaning is a mystery to him, but he still can make sense of the warmth and pleasant weight of Theo’s touch, and he can still enjoy their voices, Ajax’s deep rumble and Theo’s warmer, higher timbre.

He closes his eyes, gives himself over to the feeling of Theo’s oiled fingers drawing symbol after symbol over his chest, his neck, his cheeks and forehead, the feeling of Ajax’s cock sliding back and forth against his own.

It becomes hypnotising, almost, like the rocking of a ship underneath him, like the rocking of a cradle or a pendulum swinging one way and then the other.

And then, entirely unexpectedly, with no warning, no precursor whatsoever beyond the fact that he’s been teasing for ten minutes, for twenty, Ajax pulls back an extra few inches and slides the huge head of his cock into Fen’s open, waiting cunt instead.

Fen howls, the animal sound ripping out of his throat as he arches off the bed and grips desperately at the sheet beneath him, and he stares open-mouthed, head spinning, as Ajax’s cock keeps on the same, even rhythm but rocks inside him now instead of over him. He keeps on precisely the same rhythm, drawing back and then sinking forward again, and fuck, fuck, but his cunt feels so stretched wide and yet there’s no tension in it whatsoever, no pain —

Until Ajax steps forward another inch, and begins to sink into him more deeply, and Fen sees the shift of the surface of his belly as Ajax’s huge cock makes it bulge outward slightly. Ajax steps another inch forward, hiking up Fen’s legs with his hands underneath his knees, and gives one powerful thrust forward.

Fen can’t breathe, all of a sudden.

It’s like all of the air has been pushed out of him, like he’s so full up with Ajax’s obscene cock that there’s no space left in him to fill up his lungs, to take in even half a breath, and he can see the visible lump of Ajax’s cockhead buried in him, the flat line of his belly interrupted. There’s an incredible stretch in him, and he wonders if after all this he’ll ever be the same, if his cunt will ever close up, if they won’t send him home after all this with his cunt and ass both gaping forever.

“Head back,” Theo tells him, and Fen obediently tips back, his mouth opening, and in one smooth movement Theo’s huge cock sinks past his lips. Fen whimpers, the sound muffled by the slide of the wet shaft over his tongue, past his teeth, down to his throat, deeper, deeper.

All of a sudden, he’s truly spitroasted between the two of them, impaled on both their cocks with one bulge in his belly and the other in his throat, his eyes watering, his cock aching, his head throbbing from the lack of oxygen. Theo’s cock tastes of musk and salt and he can feel the beat of his heart through it, feel it beating all the way through him. He can feel the pump of it, too, knows that there’s already slick in him from Theo’s cock and Ajax’s too, and his body is hot all over, sweat glistening on his skin, electric pulses running through him like he’s hooked up to a circuit board.

In one motion, like they’re two halves of a greater whole, Ajax and Theo draw back, and just after Fen forces a breath into his aching lungs with a loud, gasping noise, they thrust into him again, and the pleasure of having his cunt stuffed full of cock at the same time his throat is makes his eyes cross, makes his body throb with it.

They’re chanting over his body, speaking in rhythmic Greek as they fuck into him each time together, each one slow and deep and so, so wet, so smooth. He doesn’t know if it’s part of the symbols drawn on him, that he should stretch so easily and be filled so entirely, if it’s part of what makes him so able to take it.

They speed up.

Fen takes it.

He doesn’t know when it happens, exactly, because he still lacks any command of the language, but at some point they begin to lose track of their chants and get distracted by his body, distracted by the feel of him around them and their own desire, their need to fuck into him — they fuck into him faster, no longer at the same precise rhythm, and their chanting degenerates into moans and animal grunts, little gasps and stuttered groans.

Ajax leans right over him, pushing his knees up higher so that he can get in deeper, his heavy balls smacking against Fen’s ass; Theo’s are hitting him in the forehead, in the nose, and one of his hands is stroking back and forth over his throat, feeling the bulge of his own cock under the flesh.

When they come, Fen thinks for a moment that he’ll drown, hot come pumping into him from both ends, so much so that he can feel it spurting out from around his cheeks and dribbling down his face, dripping into the cleft of his ass, too — his belly bulges with it.

“I want his ass,” says Theo.

“So do I,” Ajax retorts.

Fen wonders, distantly, if they’ll fight for it, if they’ll argue for it, if they’ll discuss it.

A minute later, he’s sobbing as he’s lifted up between them, not resting back on the bed but pinned between them, Ajax and Theo’s fingers both lubricated and prying his asshole wider apart for them to sink their cocks inside. He’s shuddering and trembling, unable not to as Theo sinks the slick head of his cock into Fen’s ass and then pulls back, letting Ajax slot inside instead, then Theo again, then Ajax.

His cunt is slowly leaking come, his belly with the slightest of paunches to it, and his cunt feels so raw and open that he whines when he’s empty between the two of their cocks.

When both of them line up their cockheads at once, a sharp, ragged cry rips out of him, and he scrabbles uselessly at Ajax’s chest before they both pop into him at once. He feels as if he’s floating, the ring of his ass stretched so wide it hurts, it sears with heat and pain, his cock throbbing as an orgasm wrenches through him, shaking his body apart, and he sobs, tears streaking down his cheeks.

Ajax drops him down lower, and lower, and lower, until they’re both so deep inside him he feels they’ll pop out of his throat, and then they start to thrust.

* * *

It’s days before his body finally takes the hint and begins to produce what’s being demanded of him — in those days it takes, a moment doesn’t pass by when one of the two priests doesn’t have him impaled on one of their cocks. They fuck him between them for hours, coming again and again inside him, bloating out his belly with it, filling his stomach with it, and then they go about their duties one at a time.

Sometimes, not even one at a time — on the second day, Ajax drops Fen down onto his cock and sinks into his cunt from the root, cuffing his wrists together and looping them up around his neck, strapping his thighs to Ajax’s belt.

Fen is suspended there, helpless and stuffed full of Ajax’s cock, his stomach a pregnant swell, as Ajax walks back and forth and attends his labours, wearing him as a cockwarmer, pinned in place.

His tits are growing even then, swelling outward — on the second day they’re small handfuls, enough for Theo to reach out and play with them, to weigh them in his palms and move them about, to tug and squeeze and twist his nipples in ways that make Fen whimper and whine as he squirms, unable to get away, unable to do anything but work himself down further on the impaling heat of Ajax’s cock. They’re throbbing and aching as the flesh expands outwards, as more fat rapidly expands them.

Now, on day four, his tits are round as melons and slightly hard to the touch, full of milk, so heavy his back aches, and he begs for them to touch him, for them to play with them, for them to drink from him.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whines as Theo, who’d been fucking him that morning, leaning back in his seat and lifting Fen up with hands about his waist and dropping him down again, using him lazily, like a come-stuffed toy, carries him across the room and drops him over a frame, his body supported by bands of fabric, his wrists coming to be manacled in place.

His belly isn’t as round as it has been over the past few days, but it does have a swell to it, and he’s certain he hears it slosh as Ajax comes to loom over him at the breeding stand, lining his cock up with his cunt and slamming into him all the way. It’s sore in the most sublime of ways, and he screams as he comes again, his painfully swollen tits swinging underneath him, his cock crushed by the thickness of Ajax’s prick stretching him, Ajax’s thumb tugging at his open asshole.

Theo grips each of his nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulls down sharply — he’s already coming, but this sensation brings him over another edge, heightening the pleasure to unspeakable levels, his whole body feeling as though it’ll shatter into pieces as he feels the milk let down and squirt into the bucket underneath him.

His tits feel as though they’re ready to pulsate with it, the sheet weight of sensation that’s weighing down his body, running through every inch of him, vibrating in his veins.

Ajax’s come pumps pulse after pulse into his cunt, making his belly ache as it’s forced to stretch with it, as it’s weighed down with it, and with every injection of more hot come inside him, it feels as though its tits are growing, as though they’ll never stop.

Weeks, they said.

Months, sometimes.

“I want to taste,” says Ajax.

“So taste,” Theo retorts, and Ajax leans over his body, pinning Fen down against the breeding stand’s netting as he keeps thrusting into him, reaching around to squeeze even harder on one of his tits. Fen yelps at the sudden pressure on his aching tit, as it’s squeezed by Ajax’s huge, meaty hand and milk dribbles all over his palm, his fingers.

He feels a droplet hit his back as Ajax slurps loudly from his fingers, tasting, and his cock jerks at the sound of it.

“Mm,” rumbles Ajax. “Good.”

Fen braces himself as both of Ajax’s hands come to squeeze his tits now, closing his eyes. As he takes in a breath, his lips parting, Theo takes the opportunity to slide his cock forward so that he’s spitroasted once again.

* * *

Two weeks later, Ajax places a mirror in front of him, so that Fen can see just how debauched he is, what they’ve done to him in the process of this sacrificial ritual, what they’ve made of him.

He’s sprawled against a wall, his belly huge and pregnant with the come stuffed into his now-plugged ass and cunt, and his fat tits, milked dry of milk, rest on top of it, each of them as big as his head. Every inch of him feels raw, his holes stretched, his throat aching.

His jaw is slack and there’s come dripping down his neck from the corner of his mouth, and he can’t focus, exactly, can’t move his head, raise it.

“You should join the priesthood,” says Ajax, not without humour. “We’d make good use of you.”

He doesn’t mean, Fen realises with a distant understanding, his cunt tingling and his cock giving a little jump, that they’d make use of his services as priest, or his expertise. He means it literally — they’d make use of him. If he put himself to the priesthood, it could be like this forever, cock after cock, fucking after fucking.

“Maybe,” he says blearily, and opens his mouth for Ajax’s cock as the other man steps close again.