Robin Wilde

Robin Wilde is the author of tease and denial and male tickling fantasies TABITHA'S TEASE/TICKLE and the two ARCHER CORDELL novels, all from Pink Flamingo. http://tinyurl.com/RWildePF.
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Dr. Willet had hear rumors for years, and was fascinated to research the topic. As chairman of the Ancient Religions department of Harvard University, he had devoted his academic life to the topic of the cult of Erecton, ancient god of lust.
The story had been that the tribe of Amazons worshipped this god in Ancient Greece and would always select one of the most desirable male captives for sacrifice. The prisoner was not killed, but in most cases, probably wished he had been. Erecton was fed by lust, and the stronger the lust, the greater the sacrifice.
When the beautiful Amazon warriors presented their sacrifice to Erecton, they would always strip him naked. For the rest of his life he would be perpetually teased. Sucked, licked and lightly stroked, he was kept right on the edge of cumming, but never taken over. The waves of arousal that flowed from his blue balls would feed the god. Erecton, if satisified by the sacrifice would bless the Amazons with victory, wealth and perpetual beauty. If he was not satisfied, his blessings were withheld.
To ensure a proper sacrifice, the captive was taken to the altar, tied naked and “serviced” round the clock 24 hours a day. Eventually however, either the captive would go insane, or he would accidently cum, even without direct stimulation.
This would ruin the sacrifice, and the captive would have to be purified. Sadly for him,the purification meant the  placement of a permament chastity belt. Most put up a valiant struggle to not cum for weeks, some even for months, but eventually nature conspired against him. The orgasm, so desired, and yet also so feared, always was his last and his permament chastity was offered as a sacrifice in his place.
 Dr. Willet had thought it all myth until he discovered to his horror the truth. The cult not only was not a myth, but was still active, and after one night of trying to chat up some beautiful co-ed in the local bar, he awoke to find that he had been captured.
Knowing what was coming as they began to disrobe, their delicious bodies inflaming his passion, his cock betrayed him and started throbbing. How long could he hold out? He could only hope someone would discover him before he came and faced a life of permament sexual frustration.

For a full list of all my stories, including the other parts of this one, please visit my tumblr page


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at-her-feet:

gaiusfemdomstories:

gaiusblog:

Dr. Willet had hear rumors for years, and was fascinated to research the topic. As chairman of the Ancient Religions department of Harvard University, he had devoted his academic life to the topic of the cult of Erecton, ancient god of lust.

The story had been that the tribe of Amazons worshipped this god in Ancient Greece and would always select one of the most desirable male captives for sacrifice. The prisoner was not killed, but in most cases, probably wished he had been. Erecton was fed by lust, and the stronger the lust, the greater the sacrifice.

When the beautiful Amazon warriors presented their sacrifice to Erecton, they would always strip him naked. For the rest of his life he would be perpetually teased. Sucked, licked and lightly stroked, he was kept right on the edge of cumming, but never taken over. The waves of arousal that flowed from his blue balls would feed the god. Erecton, if satisified by the sacrifice would bless the Amazons with victory, wealth and perpetual beauty. If he was not satisfied, his blessings were withheld.

To ensure a proper sacrifice, the captive was taken to the altar, tied naked and “serviced” round the clock 24 hours a day. Eventually however, either the captive would go insane, or he would accidently cum, even without direct stimulation.

This would ruin the sacrifice, and the captive would have to be purified. Sadly for him,the purification meant the  placement of a permament chastity belt. Most put up a valiant struggle to not cum for weeks, some even for months, but eventually nature conspired against him. The orgasm, so desired, and yet also so feared, always was his last and his permament chastity was offered as a sacrifice in his place.


Dr. Willet had thought it all myth until he discovered to his horror the truth. The cult not only was not a myth, but was still active, and after one night of trying to chat up some beautiful co-ed in the local bar, he awoke to find that he had been captured.

Knowing what was coming as they began to disrobe, their delicious bodies inflaming his passion, his cock betrayed him and started throbbing. How long could he hold out? He could only hope someone would discover him before he came and faced a life of permament sexual frustration.

For a full list of all my stories, including the other parts of this one, please visit my tumblr page

Follow my Femdom, Teasing, Foot Fetish & CFNM Story Blog

http://www.femdom-stories.blogspot.com/

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