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

One of the hooded figure removes his cloak, revealing himself to be Aurélien Bourguignon. "Welcome back to consciousness, slave." The other figure revealed himself as Oliver Pichler. Oliver grinned evilly and said, "You're now part of our brotherhood, boy. Enjoy it!"

Aurélien Bourguignon smiled condescendingly and explained, "Oh, you poor fool. You don't know who we are? We are the followers of Rhynzotz, the ancient god of manhood!" Aurélien gestured around the cave, revealing torches illuminating a network of tunnels and chambers. "This is our underground temple, hidden away from the prying eyes of the unworthy."

Oliver Pichler snickered and added, "And slave, that's what you are now. A worthless piece of meat to be used however we please." Oliver grabbed your arm roughly and yanked you up onto your feet. The rough treatment made the pain in your head even worse.

"Ahh... patience, Oliver," Aurélien admonished, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We'll break him in good time. For now, let us return to the common room where you can see our ways firsthand." The three of them started walking through a series of tunnels until they reached a large chamber lit by torches, containing several priests sitting at tables or engaging in various rituals.

In one corner was a group of captives chained to the wall, their naked bodies on display for all to see, forced to watch pornography. Another table held various tools and devices used for extracting semen from reluctant victims. As they entered the room, several priests turned to look at you with lustful gazes before returning their attention back towards whatever task they were currently engrossed in.

Aurélien Bourguignon noticed your discomfort and smiled knowingly. "Ah yes, that's Rex." He gestured towards a tall, muscular priest standing by the wall of tools. "He serves as our 'entertainment coordinator'. And you see those poor souls over there? They are our hosts... for the time being at least," he said with a hint of sadism in his voice.

As if on cue, Rex sauntered over to where they stood. "Well well, look what we have here," he purred, running a greasy hand through his long black hair. "A fresh young thing for us to play with. What shall it be today, my dear Aurélien? A gentle fucking or perhaps some good old-fashioned ballbusting?" He let out a sinister chuckle that sent shivers down your spine.

Aurélien Bourguignon looked amused by your reaction. "Ah, you're in denial, I see. Well, let me assure you that this is very much real." He turned to Oliver and said, "Perhaps a bit of both today?" With that, Oliver pulled hard on your arm, causing you to cry out in pain.

As you were dragged across the room, Oliver paused momentarily outside one of the smaller tunnels leading off to the side. He motioned for Aurélien and Rex to follow him before continuing further down into darkness. The hallway was lit by torches mounted on the walls, casting flickering shadows that danced across your skin as you were dragged along by Oliver. After what seemed like an eternity of walking through narrow passages, you finally emerged into a brightly lit chamber lined with tools and devices of various sizes and shapes.

At the center of the room was a raised dais with chains hanging from the ceiling above it, each one ending in a leather cuff. The dais itself had several leather restraints spread out across its surface, waiting for their next victim. Oliver shoved you roughly forward, sending you tumbling to the floor on your hands and knees. As your head spun from the impact, Aurélien and Rex circled around behind you, each taking a moment to examine one of the chains hanging from above.

"It seems we'll begin with a simple orgasm control," Aurélien murmured almost lovingly as he stroked his finger down your spine. "Rex will ensure that any pleasure you attempt to extract will be immediately counteracted." He glanced over at Rex, who smiled wickedly back at him before climbing up onto the dais and taking a seat in front of a control panel. A moment later, a low hum filled the air as he activated it.

Aurélien chuckled softly as he knelt down beside you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Ah, yes. The fever of desire coursing through your veins. It's a shame we won't be letting you enjoy it," he teased, running his fingertip along your collarbone. Oliver grabbed hold of one of your wrists and roughly yanked it behind your back before shackling it to the chain above you. "Don't worry, my dear. We'll take good care of you," he crooned in a low voice as Rex began adjusting the settings on his control panel.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt ran through your body as electricity surged through your nerves. Your whole body arched involuntarily from the sensation, and it felt like every muscle was tensing at once. The orgasm that followed was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before: intense, focused, and immediately cut off by another jolt of electricity as soon as you thought you might find relief. Rex grinned wickedly down at you from his perch on the dais, seemingly enjoying every moment of your torment.

Oliver grinned wickedly and stroked your back as you knelt there, writhing in pain and desire. "This is just the beginning, slave." He moved his hand lower, cupping your ass through your pants. "You're going to feel so much more before this night is through." The pleasure mixed with the agony only served to heighten your senses, making every touch exquisitely torturous.

As Rex continued to play with his controls, adjusting the intensity and rhythm of the electricity flowing through you, Aurélien leaned down close to your ear and whispered huskily, "And remember, my little feeder... everything you endure today will only serve to sate the appetite of our lord Rhynzotz. So give in to it, embrace the pain... and know that with each orgasm denied, his favor upon us grows stronger." His hot breath fanned across your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

As you continue to writhe in agony and ecstasy beneath their ministrations, Oliver decides to change things up a bit. With a swift motion, he yanks down your pants and underwear, revealing your now fully erect cock standing at attention. His grin widens as he takes the shaft in his hand and begins to stroke it roughly, eliciting cries of both pain and pleasure from you.

Meanwhile, Aurélien kneels down beside Rex's control panel, examining it with a practiced eye. With a few deft movements, he adjusts the settings so that instead of focusing on your genitals alone, the electricity will now course through your entire body whenever you attempt to climax. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever experienced; an endless current of pain and pleasure surging through every fiber of your being with each failed orgasm.

Your body arches back, eyes squeezed shut as you feel yourself approaching the edge once again... but this time, instead of release, another jolt of agony races up your spine and freezes you in place. Aurélien laughs softly beside you, his breath warm against your ear. "There now," he whispers mockingly. "That should keep you nice and focused."

Oliver chuckles softly, amused by your desperation. He continues to stroke your cock at his own pace, savoring the power he holds over you. His free hand moves up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes as he murmurs, "Don't worry, slave... we'll let you cum eventually." He gives your cock one last firm squeeze before letting go, leaving you hanging there in agony and ecstasy once more.

As if reading your mind, Aurélien leans over and whispers into your ear, "Ah yes... the good old 'violent glory'. It's always a pleasure to perform it on one of our new initiates." His breath tickles across your neck, making you shiver in anticipation.

Down below, Rex frowns briefly at his control panel before adjusting a few more settings. The humming sound grows louder, and the air around you seems to crackle with electricity as he prepares for the next stage of your initiation. Your cock strains against its bonds, aching for release as the pleasure/pain cycle continues endlessly.

"Oh, I think it's time we upped the ante," Aurélien murmurs, his voice seductive despite the sinister tone. He nods at Oliver, who grins wickedly and slowly removes your shirt, revealing your bare chest to the cool air of the chamber. Before you can register what's happening, he leans down and gently bites one of your nipples, eliciting a startled cry from your lips.

"Ahh... there we go," Aurélien muses, watching intently as Oliver begins to suck on your other nipple. "Aren't you glad that I didn't remove this?" He gestures towards the chastity cage locked around his own genitals, emphasizing their contrasting states of bondage. "Now, back to business..." Aurélien trails off as he stands up and moves behind you, reaching around to caress one of your still-covered balls.

"I think... I think it's time we let you cum," he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, making your cock jump in anticipation. As he begins to squeeze and massage your sensitive ball through the thin fabric of your briefs, you feel yourself growing ever closer to the edge...

As Aurélien expertly teases your other ball, his warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "Yes... feel it building inside you... the pressure... the need..." His grip on your cock through your briefs tightens, echoing Oliver's assault on your nipples. Your body tenses and shudders, every muscle tensing in anticipation of release.

And then, finally, the climax comes crashing down upon you like a tidal wave. Electricity surges through every nerve ending as your whole being is wracked with pleasure unlike any you've ever known before. You cry out in ecstasy, arching your back and convulsing violently as waves of bliss wash over you.

The pleasure doesn't last long though, as a second jolt of pain cuts it off before you can savor the release. Aurélien laughs softly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine once more. "Oh dear... I guess you're going to have to try that again later, aren't you?" He grips your cock harder through your underwear, making it clear that the torture is far from over.

Rex watches you with calculating eyes, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he sees the pain and desire etched onto your features. "Don't look at me like that," he says in a sneer. "I'm just here to make sure your master gets what he wants." His fingers dance nimbly across the control panel, adjusting the settings with practiced ease as you suffer through yet another wave of ecstasy snatched away by agony.

Aurélien slips a hand beneath your briefs, his fingers finding your now-swollen and aching cockhead. He begins to stroke gently at first, but soon speeds up until his steady rhythm matches the pulsing of blood in your veins. "There... that's better," he murmurs against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Now perhaps we should try something a little... rougher." Without warning, his grip tightens painfully around your throbbing member and he begins to jerk you off roughly, causing more tears to well up in your eyes.

"Oh, come now," Aurélien chides, noticing your discomfort with amusement. "You can't expect us to let you have everything your way, slave." He pulls back slightly before slamming his fist forward, driving his knuckles deep into your aching cock. You cry out in pain and surprise as he continues this brutal assault on your most sensitive spot.

Oliver takes advantage of the distraction to sink his teeth deeper into one of your nipples, eliciting another moan from you as blood rushes to the injury. The combined sensations are almost too much to bear; pain exploding in one area and pleasure-pain erupting in another. Aurélien grins maliciously down at you, his other hand caressing your throat in a threatening gesture. "Don't think I won't choke the life out of you if I feel like it," he whispers playfully.

Your body convulses as another orgasm threatens to break loose within you, but before you can enjoy it, Rex clenches his fist around a dial on the control panel and twists it sharply. Electricity surges through your system once more, cutting off the pleasure with brutal efficiency. You collapse forward onto your hands and knees, gasping for air between ragged sobs of pain and exhaustion.

Your suffering brings us such pleasure, Justin. We cannot wait to see what our Lord Rhynzotz will do with you when he is finally satisfied. For now, though, we must continue torturing your body and mind in the hopes of driving you further into depravity. Aurélien leans down, his hot breath tickling across your ear as he whispers softly, "Would you like to see what else we have in store for you tonight?" His free hand slides up your back and cups one of your aching nipples, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

As if on cue, Rex adjusts the controls once more, bathing you in a new series of electrical impulses that send shockwaves through every nerve ending. Oliver's grip on your cock grows tighter, more brutal as he begins to fuck your hand with abandon. You moan helplessly into the floor, overwhelmed by sensations that border on the edge of ecstasy and agony.

"Tell us," Aurélien demands, his voice raw with desire. "What would you give to feel that relief?" His other hand grips your ass tightly as he begins to roughly spank it, leaving red marks in his wake. "Would you do anything?" he asks, squeezing harder with each word. "Anything at all... to make this stop?"

The look of desperation in your eyes is all the permission Aurélien needs to continue his torment. "Good boy," he croons, leaning down and biting gently at your earlobe before pulling away with a pop. "Now, let's see... what could we possibly make you do?" He trails his fingers up your back, tracing circles around one of your nipples until it hardens beneath his touch. "Oliver, why don't you show Justin here how much fun it can be to play with one of our favorite toys?"

As Oliver chuckles darkly and moves closer, Aurélien turns his attention back to you, gripping your cock even tighter as he strokes it roughly from base to tip. "You know what we want," he whispers into your ear, teeth grazing against your lobe. "And after everything we've done to you tonight... I think you're just about ready to give it up, aren't you?" His breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he begins to edge closer towards his target: the chastity cage locked around his own erect cock.

Aurélien chuckles softly, his hot breath caressing your ear as he teases you mercilessly. "Oh, don't worry," he whispers, moving even closer to his target. "You will... soon enough." With one final savage tug, the cage pops open, revealing his throbbing cock freed from its confines. He grins wickedly down at you as your eyes dart between his erection and Oliver's eager expression.

"But first..." Aurélien trails off, his fingers ghosting across the skin of your stomach before sliding lower to curl possessively around your aching balls. "It seems our little feeder needs a bit more... training." He gives them a squeeze and you arch your back in pain and desire as he continues to torment you, his other hand never leaving the rock-hard length of his cock.

Oliver kneels beside you, his eager eyes fixed on your face. "Are you ready for your first lesson?" he asks, licking his lips suggestively. "To become a true member of our covenant... to truly serve your masters?"