The Acolyte

The Acolyte (Part 1)

I stood alone in the clearing composing myself, my sheer acolytes dress swirling about me. I closed my eyes feeling the power welling within my twenty-year-old body. It began in my abdomen before spreading quickly to my extremities, and I concentrated harder, willing it into my hands, focussing it, and directing it to my target.

Three clay pots filled with water stood on pedestals before me, and it was the central one that I sought to destroy. Panic threatened to overwhelm me as the power surged through my arms numbing my fingers and sending tremors throughout my body. I completed the mental link to my target and released the energy. It left me in a rush, shattering the pot and swirling the water, before dissipating it in every direction. I had done it. My elation was tinged with pain, as I staggered back from the sudden release of energy. I felt weak, exhausted and nauseous. The energy had left me in its entirety, draining me completely. As I grew stronger that would not happen; I would learn to keep some in reserve enabling me to function.

I gathered myself, and concentrated on the pot to my left, but I was spent; it barely wobbled. A sudden rustling in the bushes to my right distracted me and I called out.

‘Hello? Whose there?’

The rustling intensified, and I rushed to the bushes just in time to see a naked man stumble over his puddle of clothes and sprawl in the mud. As he struggled to his feet I saw his huge balls swinging between his legs. He had his back to me and realising that he had been caught, grinned at me over his shoulder before turning to face me. The breath caught in my throat as I came face-to-face with my first real cock. It was firmly erect and speared menacingly from his hairy groin. His muddy hand slid down its formidable length, exposing more of the fat, mushroom head, and causing me to blush furiously.

‘Like what you see acolyte? Want me to fuck it into your tight virgin hole?’

I had every right to be angry. I should have screamed at him to leave this holy place, but the words wouldn’t come. I simply stood before him as he fisted his thick cock, his eyes roaming over my nakedness and lingering on my thick-lipped, hairless cunt.

I wasn’t completely naked of course, but my diaphanous gown was transparent as he clearly knew it would be. Thick clothing dissipated energy so acolytes wore the supplied dress of the finest gauze for tests.

I passed a hand self-consciously over my exposed pussy and another over my heavy breasts, my gaze fixated on the man`s pulsing organ. ‘You should go,’ I finally managed to croak, ‘If the magisters catch you, you will be flayed.’

‘You speak the truth mistress,’ he said, ‘And yet I would bear it, for a moment inside your delicious hole. I`ll see you tomorrow.’

My heart thudded in my chest as he gathered his clothes, throwing them casually over his shoulder as he sauntered to the gate and out of the Jinx, his grossly-swollen organ swaying before him.

I found I could breathe again. Men were not allowed anywhere near the Jinx, as the virginity of the acolytes had to be preserved and a broken hymen, or god forbid, a pregnancy, would render the acolyte powerless and they would be returned to their family in shame.

I gathered my things and headed back to the accommodation block. The overseeing magisters would have noted my success and scored me accordingly, but would not necessarily have seen the man. Should I tell? Acolytes garnered great respect within the community and men stayed away; not least because of the pain an angry acolyte or magister could cause them. He was brave and bold, and I admired his courage. I would not tell. I had another test on the morrow. I would see him again.

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The test for today was to levitate each of the three pots in turn, each with a differing amount of water inside. It was a test of control and reserve. To much energy would see the pot topple; too little and the pot would not lift. My gaze was immediately drawn to the bushes, and he was there, naked as before. He beckoned to me and I approached. We were hidden from the buildings of the Jinx, and were quite alone. I had decided to be angry with him and send him away. I needed to assert my authority in keeping with my position as senior acolyte.

‘Get away from here. Your presence disturbs me and is blasphemous. I give you fair warning man, I can cause you great pain.’

He smiled insolently at me, and I felt my authority beginning to wane. Being authoritative wasn’t in my nature, and I wasn’t confident enough in my abilities to pull it off.

‘There is no doubt that you can hurt me acolyte, but by the time you have concentrated your powers I will have you on your back and will be driving my stiff cock through your hymen. Test me if you will, but I would not advise it.’

The truth.

He sat upon a tree stump and spread his knees wide. His organ was long and flaccid, resting as it did, on his huge balls. My God, were all men built like him?

‘Remove your gown.’

To say such a thing to a lady in my position was unheard of and yet I didn’t feel that I could refuse; but still, I hesitated.

‘Do as I ask, and I may allow you to retain your virginity. At least for now.’

I slipped the gown from my shoulders and it slid down my body crumpling at my feet. I stepped free of the garment and handed it to him at his request. He cast it into the bushes.

‘Now put your hands behind your head and thrust your tits towards me. Offer them to me.’

I did as I was told, and he whistled approvingly. ‘Very nice. Tell me, are all acolytes as hairless as you? I would wager that there isn’t a single strand of hair below your neck.’

‘There isn`t,’ I replied, ‘It fell away as I entered my second year and It will not grow back.’

‘I know this,’ he said, ‘Second year acolytes are always hairless, and you are third-year’.

How could he know? Such things were only discussed within the cloisters.

He stepped forward. ‘ Look at my cock, see how it lengthens and thickens. Does it please you?

I had to admit to myself that it did in some strange, perverse way, please me. But I was on my guard. I couldn`t allow my growing passions to override my senses. ‘It pleases me.’ I said thickly. I watched as it jerked erect, rising from the forest of hair, pumping erect in time with his heartbeat until it was a solid column of flesh curving up his belly. It seemed even larger than yesterday with that huge club-like meatus with its gaping slit staring blindly at me.

‘ touch it.’

Focussing internally for a moment, I could feel energy running freely through my limbs, ebbing and flowing along with my emotions. I suppressed it as I reached for his cock.

I ran a fingertip along his cockhead feeling a gentle fission of energy pass into him. He groaned loudly and then he was coming, great gobs of white fluid spat from his cock decorating my chest and belly. He seized my arm, stopping me from pulling away, as more heavy jets spanged wetly between my tits and ran in streams down my belly heading south. Still more struck my thighs and he angled his penis down, aiming it squarely at my pussy, as another virulent spurt struck me on the fat lips of my tightly closed cunt. There was so much.

He sagged to his knees and fell on his side gasping for breath. ‘You shocked me,’ he gasped. ‘Tipped me. Over. The edge.’

I knelt beside him helping him to his feet. ‘I`m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ I meant it too. I wanted to bring him pleasure not pain.

The grin was back. ‘You didn’t hurt me acolyte. You brought me great pleasure. I don`t believe I have ever come so much in my life, thank you. But I am rather pleased that I did not have you cup my balls.’

Cup his balls? Why would I ever want to do that?

We watched as a thick rope of sperm wound its way down my belly to my slit.

‘Pull your lips apart, let it sink in.’

I did so, watching as it made its way through my slit, searching for my liquid hole.

‘Now release them.’

The fat rolled lips of my pussy snapped shut capturing its pearly prize. The man`s hands roamed freely over my body rubbing his hot spunk into my skin, smearing it over every surface and poking a sperm-coated finger against my tightly clenched bottom-hole.

‘Now dress and return to your dorm. I will see you here tomorrow.’

I shucked myself into my gown, feeling it stick uncomfortably to my sperm-slicked skin. ‘I cannot return tomorrow, there is no test. I cannot come here.’

He began to dress, ‘You can, and you will. I promise you, I shall see you here tomorrow.’

I walked quickly away. The man was a fool, I had study tomorrow. No acolytes were allowed outside during study. With the best will in the world, I could not be there. Perhaps it was for the best.

As I entered my dorm I was confronted by the formidable Magister Norris.

‘Ah, number twelve, I notice that you have failed to complete your assigned test.’

I thumped my forehead with the heel of my hand in frustration. I had completely forgotten about the test.

‘Are you well?’ She asked.

‘Not really magister,’ I replied, ‘I have a headache.’

Magister Norris raised an amused eyebrow, as she regarded my dress. Did she know? Could she tell?

‘Punching yourself in the head will not help that. You shall retake the test tomorrow and I shall attend. Now rest, you have a big day tomorrow.’

The man was right I was going back tomorrow, but how could he have known that? Who was he? And what was this big day? I traipsed back to my room with a head full of questions and no answers.

The End

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