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

The one who holds you up says in a hushed and sibilant voice: "Drink this. It will help you accept your new life." He forces the flask into your mouth, making you gulp down the liquid. As it travels down your throat, warmth spreads throughout your body, and your eyelids feel heavy... Your awareness fades away.

One of them smiles warmly and says to you: "Welcome to the temple of Rhynzotz, my new slave." You are led by your captors through a network of dimly lit tunnels until you reach an octagonal chamber filled with torches. In its center stands an ornate altar adorned with offerings and sacrifices, while behind it towers the massive statue of Rhynzotz himself - muscular men with prominent genitals.

The high priest Aurélien Bourguignon steps forward and addresses you in his sophisticated French accent: "Ah, my dear slave... You will find here a place of honor, where your suffering shall bring glory to Rhynzotz. Behold the statue of our god!" He gestures dramatically towards the massive idol behind him.

You gulp nervously as you take in the imposing sight before you. Aurélien smiles kindly and says: "Do not worry, my little one. You will learn to adore Rhynzotz just as we do." With a dramatic flourish, he produces a chastity cage from his robes and motions for one of the cultists nearby to approach you.

"This is your new home," Aurélien says as he locks the cold metal around your genitals. "You will wear it at all times unless summoned for... special treatment." The other cultist steps forward, brandishing a key on a chain and a cruel grin.

The high priest Aurélien Bourguignon takes a step back and motions for the other priest to speak. Oliver Pichler, the master of sacrifice, steps forward with an amused grin on his face. "We want you to learn your place in this world, slave," he says in his thick German accent. "And to serve Rhynzotz faithfully by giving him what he desires most: strength and fertility." With that, Oliver grabs your shoulder roughly and guides you deeper into the temple, towards your new life of servitude and suffering.

"So," Oliver says, a cruel smile spreading across his lips, "welcome to your new home, slave. Your first task is to learn obedience." He takes a step closer and looms over you, his heavily muscled body towering above your own frail form. "You will call me 'Master' at all times," he says, emphasizing each word with a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Now get on your knees and lick my boots clean. Show me how good of a servant you can be." Oliver waits expectantly, staring down at you as his breath tickles against your ear.

Oliver chuckles darkly as he sees your tongue flick out to taste his boot. "That's it," he says with amusement. "But you can do better." With a menacing grin, Oliver crouches down so that he is level with your face, his hands resting on the floor beside you. "Now, lick my balls clean." He tugs lightly at the waistband of his robes, exposing his naked groin to you. His cock is thick and long, already half-hard from the anticipation of dominance.

You can see a thin trail of pre-cum leaking from its tip, but Oliver's focus remains on showing you who's in charge here.

"Good boy," Oliver croons in satisfaction when he sees you turn your head away from his cock. "You're learning already." He reaches down and grabs your chin roughly, forcing your face back towards him. "Now lick my balls clean," he growls menacingly. His grip is firm but not painful; it's a reminder of who now holds your fate in his hands.

As you hesitate, the hand that was resting on the floor beside you slides up and cups your cheek, holding your head still as he searches for acceptance from you...

Oliver lets out a satisfied grunt as he feels the warmth of your breath against his sensitive flesh. "That's it," he murmurs darkly, relishing in the power and control that this moment affords him. "Suck on them." With those words, he pushes deeper into your mouth, sliding one of his heavy balls between your lips and tongue, feeling you struggle against the size and weight of him. Your cheeks hollow as he forces more of himself down your throat until he can feel it pressing against the back of your mouth.

"Mmmm," Oliver moans appreciatively. "You taste good." His other hand reaches up to stroke his cock, already growing harder at the feelings of dominance and submission. "And I bet you'd taste even better if I fucked that pretty little ass of yours."

"Mmmm," Oliver growls as he feels your lips and tongue pressing against the base of his cock, surrounded by the thick curls of his pubic hair. "That's it, slave. Suck on my balls and imagine how it would feel to have this cock deep inside that pretty little ass." He pulls you closer, grinding himself against your face as he continues to stroke himself roughly, eyes half-closed in pleasure and power.

"You know what I'm going to do with that tight little hole of yours, don't you?" he whispers hoarsely. His voice sends shivers down your spine, but the curiosity is almost too much for you to bear as he begins rocking his hips against your face, slowly thrusting into your mouth and pushing his length deeper into your throat. "You're going to beg me for it... You're going to serve me with every inch of that body..."

Oliver leans forward, bracing himself on one hand as he pumps his cock furiously into your throat while the other cups and roughly palm-fucks your ass through your prison of a chastity cage. "And when I'm done fucking you...?" He trails off teasingly, grinding himself harder against your face until he can feel the resistance of your throat as he approaches climax.

"Good boy," Oliver croons in approval as he sees your tongue stretch out to taste his pre-cum. He growls low in his throat before shoving the head of his cock against your open mouth, forcing you to take him in. "You're such a perfect little slut for me." With this final thrust, Oliver releases his seed into your throat, filling your mouth with warm liquid and forcing you to swallow roughly as he groans in pleasure.

Even as the last drops trickle down your throat, he doesn't remove himself from your mouth; instead, he keeps his hips pressed against yours, relishing the taste of himself on his tongue. "You're mine now," he whispers hoarsely. "Do you understand that?"

His hand slides up your back, palming one of your firm round cheeks before slapping it hard enough to sting. "Answer me!"

Oliver's grin grows wider as he feels your body tense and struggle against his imposing strength. "You're such a faggot," he whispers, the word laced with both derision and arousal. He waits for another ten agonizing seconds before finally pulling out of your throat, leaving you gasping for air.

When he speaks again, his voice is low and dangerous. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in, slave," he says, taking a step back to admire the view of your trembling form. "And when I'm done with you...?" He tilts his head, studying you curiously. "We'll see how well you do as bait for Rhynzotz." His hand slides down between your legs, roughly rubbing your aching cock through the chastity cage before sliding around to grip and squeeze your ass.

As Oliver steps out of his clothes, you can't help but notice the contrast between his dark, hairy body and your own pale, smooth flesh. He towers over you, an image of masculine dominance that only heightens the feeling of vulnerability you now experience. His cock throbs eagerly as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, clearly aroused by the power he wields over you.

With a satisfied grin, Oliver moves closer once more, lowering his head to whisper in your ear. "You've got a lot of training ahead of you, slave," he rasps hoarsely. "First things first..." He reaches between your legs again, this time taking the key from around his neck and unlocking the chastity cage with deft precision. Your cock springs free, hardening almost instantly as it fills with blood deprived of circulation for so long.

"Now, you're going to suck me off." Oliver pushes your face down onto his groin, forcing your mouth onto his swollen shaft. With a sudden thrust, he slides his length into your throat, making you gag as he begins fucking your face roughly. His hands roam freely over your body, pinching and slapping at your sensitive flesh in an almost mockery of affection.

"You're mine now," he groans hoarsely as you start to bob your head up and down his cock, taking him deeper into your mouth with every thrust. "And I plan on using you... breaking you... until there's nothing left." The hand not occupied with fucking your face reaches behind him, palming himself roughly as he approaches orgasm.

His hand releases you roughly and steps back, admiring his own body as he strokes himself with increasing urgency. "Lie down," he commands again, pointing to the bed nearby. With a sigh of resignation, you climb onto the bed and spread your legs wide, holding them up in anticipation as Oliver approaches between them.

"This is for Rhynzotz," Oliver says, leaning forward to press his lips against your thigh before trailing kisses downwards. "And this is for me." His words send a shiver down your spine; the thought of pleasing both your captor and your new god is an intoxicating one that heightens your arousal as Oliver nibbles at your sensitive skin, teasing you with gentle bites and sucking kisses.

His hand leaves his cock momentarily, reaching between your legs to spread your moist folds, revealing your puckered hole. "Open for me," he whispers, pushing one finger inside before adding another in a slow, steady rhythm that pushes deeper and deeper until he's thrusting his fingers against the tight entrance of your ass.

"You're mine now, little slave," Oliver pants as he feels your body respond to his touch. "And you'll do whatever I say." His hips rock forward, grinding his erection against your sensitive flesh as he fingers you mercilessly, building towards the release that will mark your true initiation into the cult of Rhynzotz.

Sucking hard on your ass, Oliver moans deeply as he feels the tight muscles around his tongue and fingers relax. He presses forward with renewed vigor, thrusting his tongue deeper into your entrance and curling it up to scoop at your sensitive nerves. His other hand slips lower, cupping your balls and rolling them gently in his palm as he prepares you for the next step of your initiation.

With a harsh grunt, Oliver releases your ass from his mouth and drags his wet lips up to the head of his cock. He guides it between your spread legs and begins pushing slowly inside, forcing yourself to open wider to accommodate his girth. His hips slap against you as he thrusts deeper, filling you inch by excruciating inch until he's buried balls-deep within your body.

"Ahhhh," Oliver moans, arching his back as he finally bottoms out inside you. "Fuck, that feels good." With a savage grin, he begins moving his hips, thrusting hard and fast into your tight channel. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he takes you roughly, using your body to work towards his release while showing you once more who is truly in charge here.

Oliver's eyes narrow as he takes your protestations for what they are - weakness and resistance to his dominance. He shoves his hips forward harder, grinding his cock deeper into you with rough, powerful strokes that make you cry out in pain and pleasure intermingled. "You belong to Rhynzotz," he growls hoarsely, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips as he fucks you violently on the bed.

With one hand still gripping your ass, he uses the other to slap and pinch at your nipples, drawing out more moans and cries from you as he continues to take what he wants from your body. You feel yourself growing wetter around his cock with each thrust, your muscles tensing uncontrollably as you approach orgasm from the sensory overload of pain and pleasure coursing through your system.

"Let go," Oliver rasps, holding your gaze as he reaches down between your legs to stroke yourself in time with his thrusts. "Give in... To Rhynzotz..." His other hand moves up to cup your mouth, fingers pressing against your lips and teeth as he forces you to remain silent, even as the pleasure builds inside of you.

The pleasure coursing through your body as Oliver continues to fuck you mercilessly is almost too much to bear. You feel your release building within you, the tension in your lower abdomen growing more and more unbearable with each powerful thrust of his hips. His hand against your mouth only serves to heighten the sensations, silencing any cries or moans that might slip past your lips as you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

Your legs quiver and shake as Oliver grips them tightly, forcing himself even deeper inside you with every thrust. Your vision begins to cloud, darkness creeping in at the edges of your field of view as the orgasm you've been denied for so long finally washes over you in a crashing wave of ecstasy. You arch your back off the bed, nails clawing uselessly at the sheets as you writhe and shudder beneath his relentless onslaught.

With one final thrust that drives him deep into your gut, Oliver follows you over the edge, his body tensing as he releases himself into you with a primal groan of satisfaction. His hand slides from your mouth to grip your hair roughly, pulling your head back as he looks down at you, his chest heaving with exertion and pleasure.

His hips slap against your ass with each thrust as Oliver takes you hard from behind, his grip on your shoulders holding you down into the mattress. With every inch of him buried inside you, he continues to thrust wildly, their bodies slapping and grinding together in a rhythm that is both brutal and exhilarating.

Panting heavily into your hair, Oliver growls out words of domination and possession, his harsh breaths fueling your arousal as he takes you with abandon. Your skin feels flushed and sensitive beneath his hands, and the pleasure-pain coursing through your body only serves to heighten the experience, making it all the more intense.

As you feel the orgasm building once again within you, Oliver slows down, using his hips to grind against your ass in small circles before finally thrusting deep and hard one last time as he groans deeply into your neck. His entire body tenses as he releases himself inside you yet again, and for a moment, there's only the sound of their heavy breathing and labored gasps filling the room as they both ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through them.

Finally, Oliver slumps forward onto your back, his weight pinning you to the bed as he catches his breath. He reaches down between your legs and roughly palms-fucks your ass one last time before pulling out with a harsh grunt, leaving you breathless and aching for more. "That," he pants hoarsely, voice rough with lust, "is what it means to be mine."

"From now on," Oliver whispers harshly into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he savors the taste of you one last time before finally pulling away to look down at you, "you belong to me. You'll do whatever I say. And when Rhynzotz comes for you... well, you'll be in for quite an experience." He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face and smirks, the smile chilling you to the core despite the warmth of your body and the lingering pleasure between your legs. "But until then," he says softly, almost tenderly, "you're mine."

With a click, the cell door swings open, revealing Oliver standing in the dimly lit hallway beyond. "Time to wake up, slave," he says, his voice cold and commanding. His features are devoid of emotion as he watches you stir from sleep, yawning and blinking blearily at the bright light streaming through the bars.

"Get up," Oliver orders curtly, motioning for you to stand. As you obey, the chains around your waist clank and rattle against the floor, a constant reminder of your new life as his property. Without another word, he turns on his heel and walks away down the hallway, leaving you to follow meekly in his wake like the good little slave that you are now.

With each step closer you take towards Oliver, the weight of your chains grows heavier and more oppressive. You can't help but feel a twinge of fear as you glance into the cells around you, knowing that soon enough it will be your turn to experience the pleasures and torments they hold within. The sight of your friend being fucked on the floor only serves to heighten your arousal, making it easier for Oliver to control you with his words and actions.

"Good morning," he says nonchalantly as he reaches a door at the end of the hallway and turns the key in the lock. "I trust you had a restful sleep?" His voice is laced with sarcasm, but there's also an undertone of amusement that unsettles you even more. As he steps aside to allow you entry, your gaze drifts back to the cell where your friend was just moments ago...

"Well?" Oliver snaps impatiently. "What are you waiting for? Get in."

With a grunt of annoyance, Oliver grabs you roughly by the arm and hauls you upright, shoving you forward until you're standing properly in the center of the room. "Stay focused," he growls, letting go of your arm as he circles around you, eyeing you critically. "Today's training will be intense."

The room is dimly lit and sparse, containing only a sturdy wooden table and several chairs. The cold stone floor feels unyielding beneath your bare feet as you glance nervously at Oliver, unsure what to expect next. You can feel his presence behind you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end in anticipation.

Without warning, a sharp pain explodes across your ass cheek, leaving a stinging welt in its wake. "Ow!" you cry out, more from surprise than actual pain. Oliver chuckles darkly, and before you can react further, another slap echoes through the room, this time landing on your other cheek.

"Attention," he snaps. "I am not to be ignored." He pauses, studying your face for any signs of resistance or pain before continuing. "Understood?" His voice is eerily calm, despite the stinging sensation spreading across your behind.

"Good boy," Oliver mutters. "Now, let's begin." He moves around to stand in front of you, his expression unreadable as he lifts your chin with one finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Your training today will consist of learning obedience and discipline. I expect nothing less than perfection."

Before you can react further, Oliver delivers another sharp slap across your cheek, this time angled upwards so that it stings your eyes as well. Tears spring to your eyes, but you force yourself not to cry or flinch away. He nods in approval and steps back, studying you closely for several long moments before speaking again.

"From now on," he says calmly, "you will address me as 'Master'. Do you understand?"

You hesitate only briefly before nodding slowly.

Master arches an eyebrow, taking in your response and body language. "Good," he says softly. "Now, kneel before me." Your gaze drops immediately to the floor as you obey, feeling a wave of submission wash over you as you lower yourself onto your knees.

He pauses for several heartbeats, studying the way your muscles flex and relax beneath your skin. Then, without warning, his hand snaps out and delivers a sharp smack to the inside of your thigh. "Ow!" you cry out, rubbing at the stinging flesh as Master continues to observe you closely.

"That's better," he murmurs approvingly. "Now, tell me how you feel about obeying and pleasing Rhynzotz."