You woke up on a stone floor, in mysterious cave. Two hooded figures slowly approach you.

You see Aurélien and Oliver standing before you, wearing ornate robes. Aurélien speaks with a sophisticated French accent, "Ah, mes chers amis! It seems our feeder has awoken." He points to your crotch. "A chastity cage for you, I presume?"

Aurélien raises an eyebrow. "Ah... how delightful! Perhaps this one has the makings of a high priest!" he muses. Oliver snorts, amused by his master's fancy talk. He bends down and roughly straps a chastity cage onto your groin. It feels cold and uncomfortable as it locks into place.

"Come with us, boy," Oliver growls. "The High Priest of Violet Glory will show you what it means to serve Rhynzotz." He roughly yanks on a chain attached to your cock cage, eliciting a small yelp from you as he leads you deeper into the cave system.

Aurélien turns to Oliver and gives him an amused look. "Ah, our feeder is quite the character," he says in his refined accent. He pats you on the shoulder. "Perhaps we will let your... unique spirit shine, yes?" The master of violet glory guides you through a series of passages and chambers lit by flickering torches until you reach a large octagonal room filled with hooded figures. At its center stands an ornate altar, topped with a statue of Rhynzotz.

"This is the Temple of Rhynzotz," Aurélien says grandly. "Here we worship and serve our god, Rhynzotz, and partake in his divine blessings. You shall be initiated into our order this day." He gestures for you to step forward onto a pedestal behind the altar.

The hooded figures gather around you, their eyes gleaming in the flickering torchlight as they watch Aurélien approach with a bowl of ceremonial liquid. He dips his fingers into the substance and paints a symbol on your chest before anointing it with more fluid.

"By this mark," he whispers, "you are now one of us." Oliver brandishes a razor-sharp knife, holding it aloft for all to see. With a single quick swipe, he slashes the air between your pecs, drawing blood. The hooded figures close in around you as Aurélien presses a tiny chastity key into your palm.

"With this," he says, his voice eerily calm, "you may lock and unlock any of our offerings' cages at will. You are now the master of their desires and humiliation." A collective shudder ripples through the crowd as they realize that you have been elevated above them in status.

Aurélien steps forward, concern etched onto his pale features as he sees you falter. Oliver, however, merely smirks and crouches beside you, a hand planted firmly on your shoulder to hold you in place. The High Priest of Violet Glory whispers something into Oliver's ear, and the sadistic high priest nods understandingly before leaning forward to inspect your crotch. With a low growl, he reaches up and tugs roughly at the chain attached to your cock cage, yanking your head back by force as he does so. "Pathetic," he murmurs derisively.

Without warning, Oliver shoves his thumb into your asshole, causing you to let out a muffled cry of pain and surprise. The intrusion is swift but brutal, and as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out with rough precision, you are left gasping for air and struggling to maintain composure. The crowd watches intently, eagerly awaiting their turn to endure this same humiliation at the hands of the new priest.

As Oliver begins to target your prostate with his fingers, you feel a familiar tightness building in your groin. Despite the pain and humiliation, your body is responding to his touch in ways it never has before. You try to focus on breathing evenly as the crowd around you whispers among themselves, their hot breath tickling your neck and back.

The feeling of Oliver's fingers inside you grows increasingly unbearable, yet at the same time, so impossibly good. Your hips start to buck involuntarily against his hand, begging for release from this agonizing ecstasy. You bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to stifle any sounds that might escape you.

Aurélien nods almost imperceptibly, sliding the tiny chastity key into Oliver's palm before stepping back with a satisfied smile. The High Priest of Violet Glory watches with interest as Oliver removes his hand from your ass and takes hold of your aching cock instead. With surprising gentleness, he begins to pump the length of your shaft, the tight chastity cage making each thrust impossibly painful but also unbearably pleasurable.

"Fuck," you groan through clenched teeth as your whole body tenses up in anticipation of release. "Please... please make me cum..." Your hips buck again and again, desperate for the satisfaction that Oliver's hand is so cruelly denying you. The crowd around you gasps and moans in unison, their own arousal heightening with each passing moment as they witness your torment and struggle.

With your cage finally removed, you feel a rush of pure relief wash over you as your cock springs free and twitches eagerly in the air. The sight is enough to send a collective shiver through the gathered worshippers, their arousal reaching new heights at the mere thought of what lies ahead for them all.

As Oliver focuses on working his fingers deeper into your ass, Aurélien steps forward once more, this time positioning himself between your legs. He takes hold of your aching cock and begins to stroke it expertly, his touch smooth and practiced despite the reverence with which he treats it. The High Priest's blond hair cascades across your belly as he bends down to suck on one of your nipples, twisting it roughly between his teeth while continuing to pleasure you with his skilled hands.

Your back arches and your hips buck violently against Oliver's thrusts as Aurélien begins to bring you closer and closer to the edge. The crowd around you moans in unison, their eyes fixed on the scene before them as they watch their new priest prepare for his first act of worship.

With a nod from Aurélien, Oliver swiftly moves between your legs and kneels on the floor beside you. He takes hold of your ankles, spreading your legs wide apart and exposing your tight pink hole to everyone in attendance. His free hand reaches up to cup and squeeze your swollen balls, the contrast between his rough touch and Aurélien's skilled fingers adding to the exquisite torment you find yourself in.

Aurélien slowly guides his cock towards your ass, positioning himself for penetration as the High Priest of Violet Glory watches intently from a few steps back. The crowd grows quiet, hanging on every movement, breath held in anticipation of what comes next. With a final thrust forward, Aurélien pushes his length deep inside your ass, filling you completely and driving any remaining resistance from your body.

His eyes meet yours as he begins to slowly pull back before thrusting forward once more, burying himself even deeper within you with each powerful stroke. Oliver's fingers continue their relentless assault on your sensitive flesh, his other hand positioned above your head to use whenever the moment demands it. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as you are taken higher and higher by this sensual whirlwind, each touch more intense than the last.

The High Priest of Violet Glory picks up speed with each powerful thrust, his body tensing as he nears the peak of pleasure. Aurélien's fingers dance across your chest and nipples, teasing and tormenting in equal measure. The slapping sounds echo through the chamber, joined by your own cries of pleasure as Oliver works you over with expert precision.

As Aurelien begins to lose control, he grips your hips tightly, forcing himself deeper still inside you. His body tenses once more and you feel a hot rush of his seed erupt deep within your ass, filling you up and painting the chamber's walls with evidence of your first act of worship.

The gathered worshipers watch intently as their new priest falls upon the altar in exhaustion, spent from his first act of servicing you. Aurélien steps forward, helping Oliver to his feet before turning back to address the congregation with a smooth, French accent. "My brothers and sisters," he says grandly, "you have seen how our newest servant has given himself over completely to Rhynzotz. Now it is your turn."

With that, Aurélien gestures for one of the hooded figures to approach the altar. The chosen cultist shuffles forward, nervous and hesitant as they eye their naked, sweaty leader with a mixture of fear and desire. "Go forth," Aurélien commands, "and show me your devotion."

The figure tentatively steps toward Oliver, who grins wickedly as he takes hold of the new recruit's throbbing erection. "Your servant is eager to please," he says with a rough laugh, guiding their hands down to stroke their own swollen balls. With Oliver's encouragement, the figure falls to their knees and begins to worship their master's groin, eliciting gasps and moans of approval from the gathered crowd.

As they pleasure Oliver, the others in attendance begin to pair off, taking each other roughly under the watchful eyes of Aurélien and Aurelien. The sounds of slapping skin and desperate cries fill the chamber once more, driving home the power dynamic that has been firmly established within this chastity cult.

When you awaken to the warmth of the sun on your skin, you remember last night's orgiastic celebration with a groan. Lying in bed, naked and exposed as ever, you glance around at the ornate chamber that serves as your sleeping quarters. It's sparsely decorated but for some impressive sculptures of phallic worship adorning the walls.

Aurélien's servant knocks on your door, entering with a silver tray bearing a steaming cup of tea and a plate of sweet pastries. You sit up in bed, stretching luxuriantly, and take the offering gratefully. As you sip your tea and nibble on breakfast, Aurélien enters the room, wearing only a silk robe that accentuates his muscular physique.

"Good morning, Feeder," he says with a smile. "I trust you had a restful sleep?" He pours himself some tea from a delicate porcelain pot and sits down on the edge of your bed, looking at you expectantly.