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

You are in the cavern temple of Rhynzotz, a ancient god of manhood. As one of the hooded figures pulls off your hood, you see that it is dark and untidy, with long blond hair. You look down to see he has an erection. The other hooded figure also remove their hood revealing them to be a muscular, tan male with buzzcut. Both of them are naked and have hardons aimed at your face.

Aurélien's pale and uncircumcised cock bobs excitedly in front of your face. His lips part to speak, "Welcome...to the temple of Rhynzotz. My name is Aurélien Bourguignon. I am a high priest here." As he speaks his warm breath flicks across the tip of your cock. Oliver meanwhile leans closer, pushing the head of his thick, circumcised cock against your lips, "And I'm Oliver Pichler. We have some...preparations for you." His eyes dart down to where your member rests trapped in the tight flesh beneath him.

"You are now property of Rhynzotz," Oliver says roughly. "Our god demands we use you in...rituals." He grinds his hips against your face, trapping you beneath his muscular thighs as he speaks. "Aurélien will perform the violet glory on you first. It'll be intense..." His free hand reaches down to grope roughly at your chest. "Now," Aurélien says with a sultry French lilt, moving his cock back and forth in front of your face, "Open up for me." His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, the nails digging slightly into your skin.

Aurélien laughs softly. "My dear," he says, running his free hand through your hair, gently at first then more roughly as he speaks, "You are our captive now. You will obey Rhynzotz or suffer the consequences." Oliver leans down, growling into your ear, "And believe me, they're not pretty." His thick cock rubs against your cheek, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum behind.

Aurélien chuckles at the sounds you make as Oliver's thick shaft trails over your face. "Good boy," he murmurs, pleased with your response. He moves his hands from your hair to grip the base of his cock and guides it towards your lips. "Suck on this," he orders harshly before thrusting forward, pushing his length into your mouth. Oliver moans and pulls back, revealing a drop of pre-cum caught at the head of his cock. He smears it over your lips with a rough thumb, demanding that you taste him too.

Aurélien moans as you suck on his cock, hips thrusting back and forth. Oliver watches, a hungry glint in his eye as he sees your eager responses to their touches. He growls lowly and pulls you away roughly from Aurélien's cock, turning you towards him before pushing his thick length between your lips. You feel the sharp pressure of uncut flesh against your tongue as Oliver thrusts his hips forward, fucking your mouth with harsh and savage strokes. His hands grip at your hair, yanking roughly as he takes what he wants from you.

Aurélien moves to stand behind Oliver and reaches around, wrapping his long fingers around Oliver's thick cock as he strokes in time with Oliver's thrusts. "Mmm," he hums approvingly. "You really are a good one." He leans forward, kissing the back of Oliver's neck before sliding a hand down to grope roughly at your ass.

Aurélien's lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "You belong to Rhynzotz now." Oliver growls at the sensation, thrusting harder and deeper into your mouth as he feels his orgasm building. Aurélien's hand slips lower between your legs, rubbing roughly at your aching shaft, teasing and taunting you with pleasure even as they brutalize you.

Aurélien laughs darkly as Oliver releases his orgasm into your mouth, filling it with salty seed and the taste of his cock. He continues to stroke Oliver's length even after he's spent, grinding their groins together. "Now," Aurélien whispers, moving his hand away from your ass to grab roughly at your hair again, "It's my turn." His free hand slides between your legs once more, this time wrapping around your throbbing cock and giving it a hard, punishing stroke as he takes you deeper into his territory.

"Our god demands obedience," Aurélien says between gritted teeth as he pulls you closer. His cock slides into your mouth, filling it to the brim as he thrusts roughly against the back of your throat. With his other hand still wrapped around your cock, he begins to stroke in time with his hips, grinding their groins together as he forces both his length and your aching member deep inside you. His free hand comes up to cup one of your balls, squeezing roughly before moving up to scratch harshly at the skin beneath your ribs.