The Return of Sebby

Sebby checked his three-page letter to his friend Rouge one last time before signing it and putting it in the envelope.

The young man had haunted Sebby's memories and dreams since they've been separated and Sebby had come to start training in this Indian temple. Though he enjoyed his time here and discovered a lot of interesting things in the monks' teachings, he never managed to spend a day not thinking of his childhood's friend and now, after all the teachings at the temple, he even couldn't help secretly fantasizing about him...

It was a temple Sebby's father sent him to after discovering his interest in yoga. No, his father didn't fancy the idea of seeing his son tugged into all kinds of knots and pretzels, but as a wealthy man he feared that his son had all the chances to grow up spoiled, without ever getting to know the true value of money. Sending him to a yoga temple in India, where he could learn to count every coin, as well as improve his body, that seemed like a perfect idea!

This journey had the potential to make Sebby even more successful in life than his own father in a long run. It was decided and Sebby had to prepare moving to the temple in the foreign country, and separate with his best friend Rouge for several long years...

Sebby didn't realize his feelings for Rouge before coming here, but as he missed him more and more, his feelings became clearer. Little did his father know that this was no ordinary temple, but the Kamasutra temple!

No ordinary monks were being trained here but the growing masters of the art of bodily pleasures. Long story short, the training was purely sexual, although it still included yoga, meditation and all the chores, but several hours every day were dedicated entirely to sexual practices.

Kamasutra was the art of giving the utmost joy to your lover, and the more Sebby practiced, the more he imagined trying all of it with his dear Rouge. That inspired him to move forward and learn as much as possible before his return to France.

He avoided mentioning it in his letters, but he hoped he could tell Rouge how he felt when they'd meet. Only one more week and he would be reunited with his childhood's friend and his temple life would be over.

Sebby put the stamp on the letter and decided to go post it right away when he found the supervisor monk was waiting for him at his cell's door.

"What are you doing in the cell, Sebastien?" the monk said with an Indian accent. "I've been searching for you everywhere! We need some fresh water, mind getting the buckets and bringing some from the river? And why are you blushing so hard? What were you doing in your cell alone? Is it something that requires a punishment? If so, you better tell me and cleanse your soul before it's taken by the demons," the monk insisted. "What's that in your hands? Is this some pornographic text?"

Blushing at the monk's accusation Sebby denied as best as he could. "It's nothing of that sort, sir, I was only writing to my pen pal and friend Rouge to inform him of my arrival next week," he said showing him the envelope. "Do you think I could get some tiny favor treatment today, sir? I'd like to go to the village's post office to send this letter. If I ran all the way I would be back in half an hour and then take care of the water. So can I?" he asked as sweetly as he could.

"You can think whatever you want, but don't remind me of this envelope that made you blush so hard, I don't want to get my own aura dirty with whatever is inside. It's obvious there's something sinful in it, no matter what you say. And if you care to avoid the demons taking your soul, you are a lucky boy! So bare your bottom and get on the bed."

Sebby obeyed the monk's authority, did what he was told and put himself on the bed. The monk approached and gave him twenty firm slaps on the muscled buttcheeks that ended up all red against the smooth tanned skin.

"Here, now after this small punishment I'm not as worried for you as I was. You can proceed with your daily chores safely."

He was about to leave but remembered something and turned around: "Oh and of course don't even think of touching that envelope until you're done with all of your chores. Starting from the water. Doing necessary things first will improve your practice. I can't believe it's the last week of your training and you still never learned! A Kamasutra monk would never prioritize his own desires! Now go for the buckets, what are you waiting for?"

He stepped aside, freeing the way for Sebby to leave the room. Sebby's ass smarted from the firm spanking, he wanted to say more about the envelope but figured he'd only earn himself extra spanking.

"Thank you for the kindness and care, sir," he said, putting back his loincloth. He went to the desk and put the envelope on it. "I will do as you instruct, sir, but can I go to town for posting it once I'm be done with the necessary things?" he asked as politely as he could.

"Only after all the duties are done, only then one can do whatever pleases him. There's no crime in taking care of yourself, once you're done with your duties. Remember, I punished you only because you still put your own pleasures above duties, that's all. If you take that path in life after your education is over, you will merely make yourself a weak man, fully governed by his demons. But enough talking. Go bring the water already, there is important cooking to do and all you can think about is sending letters to your friends, bragging about how you graduated the best temple in India! If you ask me, you haven't learned anything yet!"

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Sebby bowed and rushed towards the kitchen to retrieve the buckets and run to the river.

As he ran in the forest he muttered about the strictness of the monks, even if it helped him disciplining himself and that he knew they meant well he couldn't help to think it was a bit unfair. It was only a letter he wanted to post quickly between the chores.

Finally, after a long run down to the river and a much more difficult road back, since the temple was on the top of a high hill, the sweating Sebby delivered two buckets of water.

"Here's the requested water, sir."

"Good, good," the supervisor monk nodded. "Put it in the kitchen and while soup is being prepared, go and join the monks meditating on the cliff. Meditate specifically over your bad behavior. Now go!"

"Yes, sir. I'll do that. Thank you for caring." Sebby forced himself to say as he couldn't understand why his behavior was considered 'bad' by this monk.

He went after the monk, while filling his mind with the thoughts of Rouge, which helped to calm himself down. Soon he'd be free and could spend time with his friends. And he'll make sure to not put any duties on his list for at least a good month! Well, maybe not a whole month but definitely for a good week.

During the meditation with his eyes closed he suddenly heard a whisper right next to his ear: "Hey Sebby, heard you were punished for nothing today. If you want a compensation, we're going to have a little orgy tonight, just the boys, the supervisors won't find out. You in?"

Sebby opened his eyes to look at a young but quite muscled, long-haired Indian boy sitting next to him, smiling at him mischievously.

"I don't know, I'd like to but the supervisor seems to put a crackdown on me, I got punished and lectured only for wanting to post a letter," Sebby said and as he mentioned the supervisor his ass smarted in agreement.

"Well, if you manage, it will be in that cave, the one that's difficult to get to, the supervisors are too stiff and lazy to check it. It will be on the hour of the evening meditations, the older monks will be too busy talking, in the meanwhile all the boys will gather in the cave, so you definitely don't want to miss out on it!" The beautiful Indian winked at Sebby.

Spotting the supervisor coming, Sebby replied: "It's agreed then, I'll come to your evening meditation, thank you for inviting me. I'm sure it'll help cleaning my soul further," then turning toward the supervisor: "Were you looking for me, sir?" he asked by habit, while still hoping he could get to post his letter in the afternoon at least.

"Blushing so hard again, what's wrong with you today? What's all about this evening meditation thing? Are you youngsters planning on something behind my back?"

He walked around the monks but everybody was sitting with their eyes closed, bearing perfectly straight faces.

"Hmm. Everything seems to be in order at first glance. Then I suppose you're thinking about that envelope of yours again? I won't punish you for the same crime again, but you should indeed join this evening meditation you've been invited to, it would be good for taming all your many inner demons, young man."

One of the monks tried to suppress a chuckle but the supervisor heard it: "What's that? I think you're planning on something here, after all, and I'm going to find out! Sebastien, my son, let's go to the yoga room, I don't want you to talk with these youngsters any further until I find out what they're up to."

He took Sebby's hand, dragging him back to the temple. They passed through a corridor and entered a large room, its floor filled up with yoga mats. Several students were laying, sitting and standing on these mats, bearing all kinds of flexible yoga poses.

"Practice yoga here for at least two hours, then you can come to eat soup." The supervisor pat Sebby on the shoulder and then walked away.

"Yes, sir, I'll do as you say, sir." Sebby replied.

He swore that monk had a sixth sense for spotting any sex thoughts, ideas, plans. That monk sure would be the last person Sebby would be missing when he's finally out of this temple. He sure wouldn't miss being bossed around 24/7.

Sebby admired some of the most flexible poses done by the other students around, thinking how Rouge would probably like to try these poses, as he mentioned getting better and better at contortion in his letters.

Focusing on the yoga class, Sebby started practicing the complex and soothing moves, breaking a sweat and achieving inner peace, until his stomach started tormenting him.

He checked the clock quickly and thought one hour and half was close enough to two. Also he told himself, stomach growling was most likely prioritary necessity.

"Psst," suddenly he heard from behind him. He turned to see a yoga guy knotted in a flexible pose. "You're Sebastien, right? We've heard you love fisting. Me and a couple of other guys are going to have a fisting session tomorrow, you care to join?"

Sebby almost chuckled seeing the guy talking from such a strange pose with a serious face, let alone about something like fisting.

"And which side will you take exactly? I kinda like being the receiving one." He replied, looking around cautiously, the supervisor would definitely punish him if he heard him saying that, even if fisting was definitely Sebby's favorite activity in this temple.

"That's nice to know because myself I'm quite an expert giver and would love to find out your limits," smirked the flexible yoga monk. "My arm is quite flexible, some people compare it to a big snake. Don't be surprised if I reach deeper than anybody ever fisted you!"

He smirked again and waved his snakeish arm, which made Sebby blush, hoping that the supervisor is not peeping or overhearing them at the moment.

"I'm looking forward to the challenge, it's been a while since anyone stretched my limits," he replied once he was sure the supervisor wasn't around.

That was something he will be missing about the temple, a good fisting session, he doubted Rouge would be interested in those kind of pleasures.

As he walked to the refectory, the smell of soup made his stomach growl even more from hunger.

"Young man," Sebby suddenly heard the familiar voice of the supervisor monk.

He turned and saw the monk, seemingly holding something behind his back.

"I have thoroughly inspected your room while you were doing yoga. How can you explain THIS?!" He showed what he was holding that happened to be a long and thick dildo, nearly a human arm's size.

The quality piece of Indian rubber was shining and wiggling in the supervisor's hand. "Found this under your bed!"

"Is there anything to explain, sir?" Sebby asked sweetly. "I find stretching helps my meditation. Is there something bad in that?" he added, knowing he pushed his luck.

"Hmpf! If you claim that it helps your meditation, you will have no problem demonstrating how exactly you do it. If it's such an innocent practice, then I'll believe that you do it only for the purpose of meditation. But if you do it just to please yourself and yourself alone, then I will report it to the head monk at once, as a lowly and unacceptable behavior!"

"Shall we go to my cell then, or is there a special place where I should prove it to you, sir? I doubt the head monk would approve me doing it here, this place is for eating," Sebby said, for the first time feeling like he could get away with one of his so called perversions.

The supervisor monk silently turned and walked all the way to Sebby's cell, while Sebby had no option but to follow. "Now you will have to take this thing inside your body, and then sit and meditate for half an hour, meanwhile I'll be watching you closely." He offered the dildo to Sebby. "Oh I almost forgot, you must take off your loincloth, so I can see if you get erect."

"And if I do?" Sebby asked as he removed his loincloth to remain fully naked, and started applying lubricant to the dildo, already feeling a stiffy between his legs and rushing to think of a way to hide his enjoyment at least for these thirty minutes as all these punishments done by the supervisor were really getting on his nerves.

The supervisor stared at him up and down. "Well, since we worship the Lingam, which symbolizes Lord Shiva's penis in the erect state, it would be nonsense to deny that erection has a sacred value... Only an experienced monk can further enhance his meditation by the erect state, for an inexperienced monk it would merely cause disturbance."

He walked around, shamelessly studying Sebby's naked muscled body at the peak of its youth and grace.

"Alright, you managed to convince me. Your posture is good, your body seems ready for more advanced techniques. It's not going to count an erection as a failure, as long as I don't spot any sign of perverted thoughts on your face. Now, proceed!" The monk encouraged, sitting with his legs crossed on a mat and making himself comfortable, giving Sebby a welcoming gesture to begin.

Sebby carefully fingered himself to stretch his anus up, it felt kinda strange being watched while doing this but he closed his eyes and focused on the meditation and the good sensations he was getting.

Quickly he positioned the tip of the dildo against his bottom and slowly pushed it in, gasping at the sudden stretching of the tight ring of muscles. As the dildo moved inside, he took his time enjoying the fulfilling sensation and the pressure against that special spot inside his body, and only after getting incredibly hard from the pleasant sensations, did he start to meditate.

Of course it wasn't exactly what he normally did with this dildo but he genuinely tried to make it look as 'spiritual' as he could in front of the supervisor monk. In the end, he couldn't say this experience was unpleasant.

Meanwhile the supervisor monk was very much admiring the young man's well developed, muscled body, as well as his calmness. He smiled to himself and nodded, surprised that Sebby indeed managed to turn the anal insertion into a rather peaceful looking act of meditation.

Sebby's fully developed erection lasted for the entire thirty minutes without fading for a second, which the supervisor monk thoroughly enjoyed, thinking of the Lingam and Shiva. The shape of Sebby's manhood was indeed quite divine and the monk was beginning to think this wouldn't be a bad idea to start a dildo-riding class in the temple, where students would be taught to reach this perfection that Sebby was demonstrating at the moment.

The monk's head was filled with spiritual thoughts, he was quite satisfied with Sebby's performance. After this significant time, he finally nodded and raised from his mat, congratulating Sebby: "I didn't know you went so far on the path of knowledge, young man. You came from afar, but I can only wish our Indian boys were as good as you! All they know is jerking off and sucking each other's cocks while they think nobody can see them. Now prepare yourself and come back to the kitchen, you will have a full bowl of soup today instead of the usual half."

Having said so, the monk left Sebby's room.

"Thank you, sir," Sebby replied and waited five more minutes to be sure the monk truly left. When all around went dead silent, he started riding the dildo like crazy, moaning and letting it drive him all the way to the most intense orgasm. Streams of cum kept shooting from his throbbing manhood that was kept erect for so long, until he finally fell on all fours, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm lucky he didn't see the last part," he mumbled, quickly rushing for a piece of cloth to clean the cum that was all over the floor.

After a couple of minutes of rest, Sebby happily rushed to get his promised full bowl of soup.