The Return of Sebby

The dining room was full of monks from the earlier as well as the yoga boys. Both the monk boys and the yogins kept winking at Sebby and giving him signs not to forget his promise. Finally, everyone got his bowl of soup.

"This evening in the hard-to-reach cave, remember?" One of the monks whispered to Sebby.

Suddenly the supervisor appeared again: "Sebastien, it's your turn doing the dishes after we're done eating, remember?"

"Yes, sir. I should do that right away. Is there any water left in the kitchen for that?" he asked, not really fancying another long run to the river.

"I fear I used up all the water, sir," the cook shrugged his shoulders. "And I'll need a couple of buckets this evening to cook something for tomorrow…"

The supervisor looked at Sebby: "That counts to four buckets, I guess. So two rounds to the river. But I saw you're in quite a good shape, so running up and down a couple of times should be a children's game for someone in your great shape."

Sebby tried to suppress his grunting. He wasn't fond of going there once, let alone twice. "It'll be no problem, sir. Would it be ok if I made a short detour by the village first to post my letter, sir? Having to go twice to the river and doing the dishes, the post office would be closed by the time I'm done," he tried.

"I suppose there's no harm in that. But duties first," smirked the supervisor. "If you try harder, you can get enough time for everything, duties and pleasures. And as I've seen today, you're quite the master of trying hard," the monk grinned.

"Thank you for the care and praise, sir." Sebby bowed, swallowing the snide remarks.

He picked up the buckets from the kitchen and went running to the river as fast as he could. He doubted he'd still have time to do both things today, but at least it'll help him get rid of his frustration about the monk's terrible stiffness.

The supervisor was already there to greet Sebby after his second round to the river. "Done already?" the monk said rather surprisedly. "I'm afraid we'll need a couple more buckets, completely forgot about that! But… with the level of saintness you've showed today, you surely wouldn't mind completing this small extension to your duties?"

He patted Sebby on the shoulder. "Go, son, bring two more buckets but also bring this to the elder monk sitting in that cave downside." The monk gave Sebby a small package, those usually contained bits of food. "I know it's quite a detour but I'm sure you can do it."

"I don't know how much I'm a saint, sir, but I'll do as you instruct me to," Sebby said wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Just when he thought he was finally done and could go and post that letter, this wicked monk gave him another extra chore! Not to mention his soles were starting to ache from running on the hard stones of the path. "Is that all, sir?" he asked sarcastically as he picked the buckets again.

"I think so, yes. I have to leave now to talk with the other elder monks. And after you're done, you should prepare yourself for that evening meditation, remember?"

Upon saying so, the supervisor walked to the depths of the temple, to the room where all the elderly talks were usually held.

By the time Sebby was back, it was almost night and he was exhausted, the detour added the good 4 kilometers to his jogging and his muscles were on fire from all that workout.

When he entered his Spartan cell, he sighed as he saw the letter and just crashed on the floor to rest a bit. Boy, he couldn't wait to be free from here...

But the evil monk just wouldn't leave him alone. He was already standing by the door. "Looks like you didn't have any time for yourself today, son. But all those good deeds will surely improve your karma, so in the end, it's all good. Do you agree, my child?"

"I hope they will indeed. I just wish I could have posted this letter today, sir. It was important to me. Can I hope posting it tomorrow or are you dead set against me ever posting it, sir?" Sebby asked letting out a bit his frustration, though remaining polite.

"What's with the tone, young man! Now you're making it sounds like I am the bad guy here and not you, who's avoiding his duties? It's time to raise your robe, son, and get on the bed! It seems you've already forgotten the lesson I had taught you this morning!"

The monk proceeded to leave fifty very firm and powerful slaps on Sebby's sweating and quickly reddening muscled butt.

"Here, I hope that's enough for today at least. As for tomorrow, it depends on how many duties you'll have. If you want to have the time left to fulfill your own selfish desires, then you got to learn to manage it better!"

Sebby's ass was on fire but his bad mood hasn't diminished. "Why is it that you're so strict with me, sir? You know in less than a week now, I'll leave this temple. So why the crackdown?" he didn't resist asking.

"Silence! And don't forget you still have the evening meditations," the monk slapped the door as he quit Sebby's room to got back to talk with the other old monks.

"Meditation will be a bummer when I can hardly sit at all," Sebby told himself. "Guess I should go clean myself before the next thing he does is punishing me for soiling the meditation with an unwashed body".

As he put his robe back on, he hissed a bit because his buns were so sensitive. "I can't believe I'm going back another time to the freaking river," he muttered as he walked there.

Walking and fuming helped him get rid of his anger but it didn't help soothing the burning feeling on his ass. He quickly washed himself in the river and then got an idea. He carefully sat in the cold water, and let it soothe his abused buns.

"Hmm, better not miss the cave meditation," he muttered after giving his bottom a thorough relaxation. "I don't think my ass could handle a third spanking," he told himself as he put his loincloth back on and started walking to the cave.

The cave was dark, lit only by a few candles. There were several young monks inside. The topic of the evening meditation was the Lingam massage.

Two bigger and more muscled monks were already laying down on special tables, while others gave a good massage to their bodies, especially their huge, erect and oiled up genitals.

Sebby's muscled body surely was fit for the role of another one to be massaged and there was still a vacant table for him, so a couple of monks led him and lay him on that table, while taking off his loincloth and smiling at him most invitingly.

One monk began working on Sebby's legs, relaxing his muscled thighs, ankles and feet. The other enjoyed massaging Sebby's rounded pecks, making his nipples harden to the max, then proceeded to get lower, to his abs, massaging his sides, and then his whole torso up and down, including the shoulders and neck.

The monks' hands were richly oiled up and more and more oil was getting rubbed into Sebby's freshly washed body.

Sebby felt his body relaxing and his manhood harden from all the pleasant sensations caused by the skillful touches.

"I really love this kind of meditation, this is something I'll sure miss about the temple," he thought to himself and let out some sexy and provocative moans of pleasure, letting the skilled monks know that they're doing a really good job.

The whole Lingam journey was so amazing that he finally felt himself in heaven, the finall reward for a shitty day. The only thing that could make him happier would be to have Rouge now by his side, enjoying this divine experience together.

After giving his whole body a good massage, for the final part one of the monks started working on Sebby's balls, while the other got a firm hold of his erect manhood and started moving his foreskin up and down, opening the head that was so hard that it looked like a large shiny plum.

Sebby immediately built up for one spectacular orgasm when the monks skillfully prevented it and then kept him at the very edge of cumming for good several minutes, Sebby had no clue how they managed to do it, but they fully tamed his cock like a wild beast and came in full control of it.

Sebby's manhood grew enormously huge, ready to erupt any second, the expert hands kept massaging it nonstop in the most sensual ways, yet as much as he desired to, Sebby was completely unable to reach the final peak.

The four skillful hands were dancing all over Sebby's genitals, while he was laying on the table, pretending to be calm and meditative, but his whole body was tembling, betraying his intense arousal.

"I'm so glad I didn't skip this meditation session," Sebby spoke aloud, while letting out another quiet but sensual moan to let them know what a good job they were doing.

As Sebby was not restricted in enjoying the naked figures of his masseurs standing by the sides of his table, he long noticed how hard they were themselves.

It was part of their own meditation, too, getting pleasure from massaging Sebby's cock and balls while denying themselves an orgasm all over that muscled oiled body laying right in front of them, or riding that godlike manhood that they were only allowed to touch with their hands alone.

"If you skipped it, it would have been very sad," smiled the monk while shamelessly jerking Sebby's erection.

"What would we do then?" said the other monk, tightly squeezing Sebby's balls and mercilessly squeezing his big oiled balls, as if they were a pair of tomatoes, giving Sebby a good amount of pain that strangely added another dimension to his pleasure, so much that Sebby groaned all over the cave when the monk drove his thumbs all the way into Sebby's balls like there was no tomorrow!

"Quite true..." he gasped. "We can't let your talents go to waste, so how do you intend this meditation to end? Would you let me reach my release or would I have to seize it myself? I'm happy either way as long as we're both happy with the result," he teased, being quite comfortable with both solutions. A good handjob or a good fuck, either of them was a perfect ending for an otherwise shitty day.

"Our guru has trained us to please him for hours and hours. He is a saint who can be pleased for many hours without cumming and he demanded the same level of mastery from us. But we see that you're still on quite a beginner level. How about we show you something more advanced?"

One of the monks crawled on top of Sebby's body laying on the table, then he lay his chest on Sebby's chest, smiling at him face to face. The other monk also crawled on the table right behind the first one and pointed his erection right between the first monk's buttcheeks, while at the same time guiding Sebby's cock between his own.

The first one impaled himself on his partner's erection, while the second took the whole of Sebby's length inside himself with a loud gasp. They both seemed to be quite well lubricated and worked out before Sebby even arrived to the meditation cave.

Both monks began moving and moaning, giving both Sebby and each other a real hard fuck.

"Ah! We know this is quite advanced," spoke the one laying on Sebby's chest. Sebby could feel his breath on his lips. "But... ah, out goal is to make it last as long as we can."

The other one panted heavily. "His cock is so long and big! I'm hope we won't come out as losers ourselves!" Despite his fears, he nonetheless kept riding Sebby's erection, driving it in and out of himself to its fullest length, while moaning and panting and never forgetting to fuck his friend in front of him at the very same time.

"Mmmm, so tight and so warm," Sebby only commented. He relaxed himself and let go of all thoughts, simply enjoying the warmth and the friction it brought to his overheating hardon.

"I shall try to gain some level of saintness with you," he said smiling. Snickering he added, "It's a good thing the supervising monk isn't there, I doubt he'd approve such path to saintness."

The two monks only moaned in reply. They kept fucking for an incredibly long time for mere mortals. The sheer intensity of the act was quite divine.

Several last minutes of the movements passed without them being able to say a single word until their manhoods couldn't bear the slightest friction anymore. Sebby filled the monk riding him and he in turn filled his friend in front, who in turn came all over Sebby's belly.

For a minute more there they relaxed, one monk laying on Sebby's chest, the other laying on his friend's back, catching his breath.

Finally, they crawled off Sebby, standing at his sides with their palms pressed on their chests. "That was a great spiritual experience! We were greatly pleased to work with you!"

They both bowed and, still naked, lay flat on their yoga mats on the cave's floor. They closed their eyes and proceeded to sink into a deep meditation.

"I agree and if you're interested, I wouldn't mind renewing it right away," Sebby said teasingly, shamelessly crawling between one of the monks' legs and starting to reawaken his desire by gently licking his still somewhat half-stiff penis.

"B- but… We were done with the Lingam phase of the meditation..." the monk spoke blushing hard but without even opening his eyes. "Now, it's supposed to be the calmdown phase..."

Yet the monk'ships almost mechanically moved toward Sebby's licking, putting his cock deeper into his mouth. Within a few seconds the monk was bloody hard again. Half-opening his eyes, he held onto Sebby's long auburn hair, trying to bury himself deeper into that warm and willing throat.

Sebby teasingly pulled back for a second. "If it's too much trouble, I can stop and let you meditate. I just thought you might reach a much deeper meditation level if I helped you as much as you helped me before," he said, immediately giving the monk some more sucking. "So what did you decide? Should I stop?" he asked and immediately swallowed the monk all the way to his balls.

The monk moaned: "N- no, don't stop! It feels very good... very good for meditation. Please do continue, this actually helps a lot!"

He tried his best to focus on the meditation and indeed reached its deeper levels while getting his member's sensitive skin pulled by Sebby's warm and firm lips and having Sebby's tongue all over his manhood's head.

"Mmm… I haven't felt so delighted in a long time… oh yes," he kept his eyes closed, slightly moving his hips back and forth, diving into Sebby's mouth.

Sebby hummed softly, taking his time savoring the firm flesh of the monk, stopping here and there to delay the monk's orgasm. He really hoped he'd do this to Rouge one day. This temple surely has taught him some great blowjob techniques and he was eager to show them all to his friend.

He was so lost in what he was doing that he didn't hear footsteps heading towards his direction. "What a sight! I see you boys are enjoying yourselves!" he heard the familiar voice. "But please don't stop, I don't even need to change your position, Sebastien, to punish you right here and now! And I'm sure the other monk has nothing to do with your evil deeds, since apparently it wasn't him who put the manhood in your mouth. So make sure to continue what you're doing as to not disrupt his meditation while you're taking your punishment."

Sebby only now realized he was standing on all fours, slightly leaning a bit lower toward the monk's cock that he was sucking, while exposing his naked buttcheeks right up in the air. Quite the convenient pose and the supervisor instantly made the best use of it!

The hard spanking began right off and the old monk kept slapping Sebby again and again while forcing him to keep sucking off the other monk.

It took a whole lot of effort from Sebby not to bite the poor monk's erection that he was working his mouth around, as the hard and painful spanks landed on his sensitive and already overspanked buns.

He moved his ass helplessly, trying to avoid the harsh spank, all in vain, when he suddenly felt streams of cum flooding his mouth and almost gagging him.

"Good! Half of the job done, I see!" The supervisor gave out an evil chuckle. "But you're not going to leave the other one unsatisfied, Sebastien?"

As ordered, Sebby crawled over the other laying monk, who was also sporting a full erection by the time, and filled his mouth and throat with the much bigger and thicker manhood. He never realized there was such a difference between those two masseur monks and almost choked on the sheer size of it.

The supervisor quickly renewed his heavy slaps on Sebby's ass, seemingly enjoying to paint its surface all red. Sebby's moans of pain grew louder despite the thick rod filling his mouth all the way down his throat.

He closed his eyes and started doing his best to pleasure the other monk as fast as possible. The sooner he'd make him cum, the sooner his ass would be relieved from the continuous spanking, or at least he hoped so.

The second monk was already on the edge from watching and hearing his friend being sucked by Sebby, so thankfully his big cock erupted in just a couple of minutes, creaming Sebby's mouth, lips and chin with streams of heavy cum.

The monk let out a loud satisfied moan and pulled his manhood out of Sebby's chocking mouth. The supervisor added a couple more slaps but then he finally seemed done with the punishment. He shoke his hand that was tired of slapping Sebby so many times a day, but he smiled with great satisfaction, looking at Sebby's ass that was finally completely red and shiny from thorough spanking and sweating.

"I haven't cummed in three days already," he said taking out his own old erection. "Doctors say it's not good for you, so now as a reward for my taking care of your soul and spirit, I'll treat myself with a little healthy practice."

He jerked himself at the sight of Sebby's ass and quickly erupted a few creamy streams on his student's hot cheeks. "Ahhh! Feeling much healthier now!"

"Glad I could help, sir." Sebby said, wondering how he's going to soothe the severe burning of his cheeks. "May I go back to my cell now?" he asked not daring to wipe the supervisor's cum off his ass. He didn't think he could take any extra spanking for the day in case he did something 'wrong' again.

"Yes. We could all get some sleep now. Personally I'm quite tired. Today was quite a busy day, wasn't it?" he shoke his hand so tired of slapping and packed his manhood back in the trousers.

The supervisor monk went ahead and all the rest of monks in the cave got up and followed him to the temple.

Sebby returned to his cell and tried sleeping on his belly to save himself further pain, his ass still being all red, burning and smarting badly.

As he was tired, he fell asleep quickly but woke up several times on that night, every time he tried to move to his usual sleeping position.

He ended up waking quite early thanks to his smarting trouble, and decided to ran to the river and have the cool water appease his sore flesh and then go to the village and post his letter before the monk decided to discipline him with extra chores.

At the river he met a group of yogin monks already doing their postures and practices at this early hour.

"Hey, Sebby!" one of the yogins spoke as Sebby entered the water. "Hope you didn't forget about today's fisting?" He winked, raising his muscled arm and flexing it, suggestively pointing at the upper arm with his other hand. "Ever tried it this deep in your ass?" He winked again.

Sebby grinned. "I promise I won't forget about today's fisting, especially if you can promise that you do some workout before to pump up your arm muscles some more," he replied. "Your arms are almost as big as mine," he said flexing his own biceps.

"Great! I'll do a hundred push-ups to make it all pumped for you, Sebby! But will you return the favor?" He pointed at Sebby's own muscled arm.

Sebby blushed. "Me? I've never tried being on the giving side of fisting. But if you want, I can give it a try," he said, feeling a growing stiffness between his legs as he pictured himself fisting that sexy monk.

He wondered if Rouge would like that. Hopefully, he'd find soon enough.