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

One of the hooded figures pulls down his hood, revealing face of Oliver Pichler - one of the high priests of the cult. The other figure is also a priest, Aurélien Bourguignon. Both are tall and muscular men, but each have their own distinct features. Oliver has a buzzcut, dark eyes and a well groomed beard, while Aurélien sports long blond hair and green eyes.

"Welcome, guest," Aurélien says in his fancy sophisticated manner, "to the temple of Rhynzotz." He smiles coldly. Oliver nods, as if confirming.

The hooded figure next to Aurélien, steps forward. It's Aurélien himself! He unlocks a chastity cage from around his neck and reveals a long, thick and circumcised penis, covered in dense pubic hair. "We are going to take good care of you," he says with a sinister grin.

Aurélien smirks and nods at Oliver, who starts to roughly push your head forward. Your cheeks make contact with the massive cock of the high priest and warm saliva flows over them as he holds you in place. "Now show some respect," Aurélien says coldly, "or we'll punish you."

He turns around, motioning to the ornate altar in the center of the room. On it, there are various items: candles, knives, chains...and a single chastity cage, empty and waiting for its next occupant. "Understand?" he asks sharply.

Aurélien's expression darkens. "You will learn your place in this world," he says through gritted teeth. Oliver nods in agreement, his voice cold as ice. "We are preparing for a special ritual tonight, the Violet Glory. And you are going to be our main attraction."

Your heart sinks as Aurélien continues, "Now, we'll give you a choice: either you comply and accept your place in the cult of Rhynzotz...or we can make it very painful for you." Oliver chuckles darkly, enjoying the fear that grips you now.

As Oliver roughly strips you, Aurélien watches with an unreadable expression. "This is your last chance," he says softly. "Say the words and we can make this easier on you..." His voice trails off, inviting you to comply...or resist further.

Aurélien's eyes widen fractionally at the sight of your body. "Very well," he says, stepping forward. His pale hand reaches out to touch your exposed flesh, his fingers tracing over your muscles and nipples as if committing every detail to memory. "You are strong...and powerful..."

Meanwhile, Oliver has undressed you entirely now, revealing a thickly muscled body with an impressive cock that dangles between your legs. He grins maliciously, as if enjoying the sight of you naked and helpless. "The feeder will be pleased," he whispers in your ear, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

As you lie on the cold stone floor, struggling to breathe through the pain in your stomach, Aurélien kneels beside you. "I must warn you," he says with a hint of sympathy in his voice, "the Violet Glory is not for the weak." His fingers gently caress your chest and cock, tracing shapes and patterns over your skin. "Your body...it will endure much pain tonight..."

Oliver leans down as well, his dark eyes glinting with cruelty. He roughly spreads your legs apart, revealing your vulnerable ass to the cold air. "Oh yes," he says in a low growl, "your pretty little hole too." He chuckles maliciously.

Aurélien watches with interest as Oliver continues to examine your body. He licks his lips, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Oliver handling you roughly. "The Violet Glory..." he whispers, almost to himself. "It will be a beautiful spectacle tonight."

With that, they drag you over to the ornate altar and secure your hands behind your back with thick leather restraints. Aurélien gestures for you to lie down on your front, which you do reluctantly. The cold stone presses against your naked skin, making you shiver.

They bring out a set of chastity cages from one of the drawers under the altar. "Which will it be?" Aurélien asks casually, holding up two different sizes of cages in front of you. One is much smaller than the other.

With a satisfied smile, Aurélien locks the chastity cage in place around your cock and balls. It's small enough to be tight, but not so tight as to cause pain...yet. He steps back, nodding to Oliver who grins maliciously and begins to attach smaller cuffs all over your body: wrists, ankles, thighs, chest.

"Now," Aurélien says with a wicked glint in his eye, "let the Violet Glory begin." The others in the room slowly gather around, eager to witness the spectacle about to unfold.

The ritual of the Violet Glory is about to begin.

Aurélien whispers something into your ear before stepping back. "Open wide," he orders, grinning wickedly. Your tongue dutifully presses against the thin material of your underwear as you try to breathe through your nose. The hooded figures crowd around, their hot breath caressing your exposed body.

Oliver chuckles darkly and moves behind you, his hands deftly removing what's left of your underwear. He tosses the filthy piece of cloth aside with a satisfied grunt before kneeling between your legs again. He takes a moment to admire your asshole, spreading it open with his thumbs before gently teasing your tight hole with two fingers.

As Oliver continues to finger your ass, Aurélien walks around the altar and stops behind you. He produces a small vial from one of his robes, filled with what appears to be some sort of viscous liquid. "This," he explains with relish, "is semen from a previous feeder. It's been purified...and sanctified."

He reaches around and pinches your nipples hard, twisting them roughly between his fingers. You cry out in pain, unable to move with any semblance of grace thanks to the leather restraints. "This," he continues as if you hadn't reacted at all, "will make the Violet Glory even more...effective."

With that, he dribbles some of the purified semen onto his fingertips and brings them up to your face. "Taste it," he commands.

Aurélien grins as you struggle against his hold, taking pleasure in your helplessness. "Good boy," he praises softly before moving on to tend to another part of your body. As you taste the semen on his fingers, images flash through your mind: a blur of bodies writhing together in ecstasy, disjointed screams and pleas for release...

Oliver, meanwhile, begins to slowly stretch your asshole using two fingers. The sensation is both painful and intensely erotic at the same time. Your body tenses uncontrollably as he works you open, forcing you to endure the stretching. You feel wetness spread between your cheeks; it's a combination of pre-cum leaking from your cock in its chastity cage and lube that Oliver has generously applied.

The rest of the cult watches with rapt attention, breathing heavily as they witness your suffering and anticipate their own turn on the altar. The air is thick with desire and pain, creating an almost tangible atmosphere of ecstasy and agony intertwined.

As Aurélien calls out, the rest of the cult begins to gather around you. They chant in unison, their voices rising to a fever pitch as they praise Rhynzotz and beg for his attention. The energy in the room grows almost tangible, electric with lust and pain.

Oliver smirks at your response to his touch, feeling your ass relax and accept his fingers more willingly now. He withdraws one hand carefully, spreading your asshole open further, exposing the tight pink ring of muscle that surrounds it. His free hand returns to your cock, jerking roughly on the length trapped in its chastity cage.

"Come for me," he breathes into your ear. "Let your cum spill out and honor Rhynzotz." The words are both a command and a plea; you can feel the need coursing through him, the urgency of release. It's as if he needs to watch you cum in order to find his own relief.

You don't have much choice, really...the desire building inside you grows with each passing second. The chastity cage doesn't help matters; it's made of sturdy metal, designed specifically for this purpose. You can feel yourself trembling in anticipation, your cock aching to be freed so that it can spill its seed on the altar...

As you orgasm powerfully, your cock strains against the confines of its chastity cage. The sensation is overwhelming; hot, thick cum explodes from your shaft and sprays across the cold stone altar. Oliver grunts in pleasure as he watches, his own hands moving faster on your body.

The rest of the cult erupts into a frenzy at your release, their voices reaching a fever pitch. Aurélien steps forward once more and lifts the bloated chastity cage from your cock and balls, revealing your softening member covered in his seed. He holds it up for all to see before placing it reverently on the altar.

"The sacrifice has been made," he announces solemnly. "Now we wait for Rhynzotz's glory to be revealed." The others nod, some whispering prayers or chanting in a language you don't understand. The tension begins to ease as they wait patiently for their own turn to begin...