The Return of Sebby

Meanwhile at the Indian temple…

"I've never tried being the giving side of fisting." Sebby blushed to the monk at the river side. "But if you want I can give it a try," he said as he started getting a stiffy just by thinking about fisting the sexy monk.

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

He stood there for a while, thinking about Rouge in more and more sexual ways until he suddenly remembered he wanted to send the letter before going back to the temple!

"I'll meet you tonight, I've to post a letter and do my daily chores first," he said and started running as fast as he could to the village.

Though he hurried, it took him a good half hour to reach the post office and another forty minutes to return to the temple. He was quite sweaty and panting when he reached his bedroom hoping to clean himself before the disciplinarian monk came to pick him.

"Oh good morning, sir," he said quickly as said monk was already waiting for him in his bedroom!

The monk looked at him up and down. "What were you doing, young man? Anyway, there's no time for that now. I hope you didn't forget it's your turn to put the holy incense all over the temple."

The monk handed a thick package of at least a hundred sticks tied together to Sebby.

Sebby thanked all the many gods of the Indian pantheon for having saved him from a thorough inspection from this monk. He wasn't too thrilled about lighting the incense all over the temple but it certainly beat getting a long spanking or having to clean the floor.

"Of course, sir. I'll do it right away, sir. Do you happen to know when my father will come to get my evaluation results, sir?" he asked humbly.

"Thinking about your departure already? I'd say, whenever the time is right. Now, get to work, I've already lost enough time here just waiting for you." The monk angrily walked away and disappeared in one of the passages, leaving Sebby holding his incense.

"Of course I am..." Sebby muttered. He wondered what was this monk's problem.

He first headed towards the garden where the monks gathered flowers to make garlands. There was a number of stone statues of gods and he knelt before each one, doing a quick prayer before lighting the incense.

He knew he would miss this place and tried to memorize every detail that was in it. It would have been much easier to take many photos but the temple's rules forbid that and the monks confiscated his camera the first time he tried to use it years ago...

"Now, to the yoga room," he told himself, walking through the long corridors and then trying to be as silent as possible as to not distract the students who were currently practicing.

It was another reason why Sebby wish he had a camera, every single day the temple was full of sights worth being immortalized. He so wished he could share all of them with Rouge for his contortion inspiration...

Such as for example these yoga boys who were now in the middle of doing such flexible postures that Sebby wondered if Rouge was good enough to repeat some of them. The last time he saw Rouge, he wouldn't think he was capable of it.

Sebby went so far as to think how great it would be to kidnap Rouge from his family and get him all the way to this Indian temple to live together. He knew his childhood's best friend wold be absolutely overjoyed by the amount of flexibility training that was happening within and outside these walls.

There was so much focus on stretching in this temple that even Sebby could call himself limber after the years he spent here. Of course not like some of these yoga boys but he certainly wasn't a plank of wood, being able to easily do some basics like touching his head to his own butt or licking himself between the legs like a cat.

Walking by a yoga boy who had his butt sitting firmly on top of his own head, Sebby remembered how much Rouge loved doing that as a young kid. He just couldn't wait for these remaining days to pass to see his friend again!

Sebby interrupted his reverie, he still had a lot of incense to light up, so he tried to walk faster, lighting and praying to each statue that adorned the long corridor, then he started to run up the long stairs that lead to the meditation waterfalls.

The sight was splendid there. He sometimes wished Rouge could have come with him, maybe someday he could convince him to return here. He was sure they'd be happy together here, though maybe Rouge wouldn't enjoy too much the many chores that were part of this peaceful lifestyle...

Sebby kept lighting the incense, it's been a while since the last time he had this duty, so he sometimes couldn't remember where exactly where the sacred holes on the statues of all the many idols.

The incense symbolized way too many different things and had to be stuck into various parts of the statues sometimes, rather than in just in front of the statues, some statues had the special sacred holes behind the ears to symbolize some sacred hearing or something... It was too much to know it all.

Some even had holes in the nostrils and when sticking the insense into the statue's nose Sebby couldn't help but chuckle, so funny it looked! But then, nobody said that spiritual stuff had to be boring, especially in India where Sebby already had seen so many amusing things that the European churches couldn't even dream of!

In particular, this next statue that Sebby approached and studied for the long five minutes, trying to remember where the heck its sacred hole was! Until he finally remembered it was a statue of a fertility god and then he instantly found the hole right in the god's huge phallus.

The insense drowned into the hole so deep that only the tip of it remained, and when Sebby burned it, it looked even funnier than the last one he laughed at. The fertility god's phallus was certainly smoking hot! Now every goddess would sure want to bear a thousand children from him.

Sebby knelt down and crawled silently into the main prayer hall to show his humility and to not disturb the high ranked monks who were meditating there.

This hall had some of the temple's prettiest statues and he always admired the marvelous bodies they had. It was these statues that inspired him to train his own body really hard to withstand the comparison with those of the male statues here. He hoped Rouge would appreciate how his body looked now and he kept working on refining his every muscle group.

Sebby kept fearing that some girls or guys could have already seduced his Rouge by now, so he better look dashing if he wanted to conquer Rouge's heart.

After crawling out of the main hall, Sebby directed his bare feet back to his little cell, when he suddenly heard a hopeless panting in one of the dark niches.

"Somebody please...help" it was only a whisper but Sebby rushed inside the niche to see what's going on. His eyes had to adapt a bit to the darkness, then he saw a naked young monk tied to a statue of a gorgeous muscled man, panting as his bare back was rubbing against the perfectly polished curves of the marble beauty behind him.

The young monk was completely nude, his manhood sticking out all veiny of hardness and dripping with precum, while his hands and feet tied to the statue, making him unable to do anything about it. The young man's balls were moving up and down as he was straining his muscles in the hopeless attempts to orgasm, the head of his cock was almost red of the tension but the orgasm just wouldn't come to him. He looked at Sebby, praying for any kind of help at all…

Sebby walked near the young monk, enjoying his sexy tanned body and his exquisite torment. "Just relax, it'll be easier," he said kneeling and starting to lick the monk's balls and hardness to tease him a bit.

The monk moved his hips, hopelessly trying to shove his erection right into Sebby's mouth. "P- please… I need… just a little friction…"

"And why are you tied up like that? What did you do to earn this torment?" he asked slowly licking the rigid shaft, removing the pre-cum from the tip and closing his eyes imagining he was doing this to Rouge, which instantly gave him a stiffy.

"Hn," the young monk moaned anticipating the final ending of his torment but too frightened of doing something wrong to scare Sebby away. "I...I just always admired this statue and came here every….hnn..day to jerk off but this time that damn su...gh...supervisor monk caught me right in the middle…"

The monk sighed sweetly, enjoying Sebby's warm wet tongue moving along his shaft more and more willingly.

"Yes, he can be quite strict, can't he?" he said and swallowed the head of the monk's cock, quickly sucking him off, enjoying the fullness in his throat and the enormous desire of this young monk.

"Ah...Ah! I'm sorry, sweetheart, I- I'm already...cumming!" the young man sighed deeply and loudly as his meat cannon strained to the max before releasing a massive cumshot.

Sebby carefully swallowed all of the huge load and then licked the monk's manhood clean, the last thing he wanted is to leave traces, the place was dark but Sebby knew those monks and their sixth sense too well.

"It's ok, I've been there, it's not always easy," he said and suddenly moved closer to kiss the monk on the lips. "Just getting my reward from you, I hope you don't mind," Sebby winked at him.

The monk batted his eyelashes and instantly blushed hard, not expecting such kindness to come with a bonus. He smiled at Sebby: "Wish I could give you a namaste, sweetheart, but the damn supervisor tied my hands right behind my favorite statue's ass, so all I can do is fondle its stone hard buttcheeks…"

"I know and I can't untie you or he'll tie me up in your place," Sebby sighed. "Anything I can do before I return to my cell?"

"Oh, not much, I'm afraid, but if you ever in the mood for more rewarding kisses within the next few hours in exchange for... you know what... I'll be still here, waiting very very patiently. I wish I could bow down and touch your feet for your kindness, but the damn ropes are everywhere!" The Indian boy sighed.

"I'll try to come back between my chores. In case you need extra relief sessions," Sebby offered, feeling quite sorry for the Indian boy. The monk had tied him up like that several times and each time it was pure torture, especially when his thoughts drifted away to think of someone as sexy as Rouge. He often imagined what Rouge could do for him if he found him tied up like that.

"You're a blessing from the gods!" The young monk jumped as much as his tiedness allowed, he was all hard again but trying to be as modest as possible about it. "Say, what can I ever do to repay you?!"

"Nothing really, just been in those ropes more than often so I know how strict it is," Sebby said, ruffling his hair, slightly embarrassed of having admitted that. "Hopefully I won't be punished like this for the remaining days I have left at this temple, so I doubt you can return me the favor… But you can return it to another poor fellow," Sebby smiled gently.

"Such words of wisdom, my friend! From now on, I'm taking an oath to dedicate my life to giving blowjobs to everybody in need! You showed me the path in my life, thank you from the bottom of my… heart!" The young Indian chuckled but then smiled happily.

"Do you need another release before I go?" Sebby asked, pointing at the Indian boy's regrown hardness.

"If only you have time, sweetheart… May your life be filled with prosperity and only the most precious lovers!" The monk's manhood immediately erected to the max and its full head shone like a plum most ready to be eaten.

Sebby quickly looked at both sides of the corridor to be sure no one would disturb them. "Just a minute, I've got an idea," he said and ran to his cell to retrieve a small bottle of scented oil. He spread some on his hands and started stroking sensually the young Indian manhood.

The monk sighed deeply to the divine feel of his shaft and balls being rubbed and massaged in this mini-Lingam massage, when suddenly the footsteps behind Sebby's back hit him like electricity: "Well, well, well," the supervisor monk stood there right behind him. "This is how you're doing your chores!"

Sebby thought quickly: "Sort of, sir. I saw this monk being punished and I thought I could practice Lingam techniques on him. If anything it'd add to his punishment and help me getting more skilled. I thought it was a splendid opportunity offered to me by our gods. Would you like to provide me your insight on my technique's flaws, sir?"

It was easy to read on the supervisor monk's face that he was going to punish Sebby for this but changed his mind because Sebby just offered him something much more interesting.

The monk looked around to make sure nobody else was there, and then entered the niche and stood next to Sebby and the young monk. "Alright, let's give your technique a test," he nodded, encouraging Sebby to continue.

Sebby applied more oil to his palms: "I'm warming up the oil to make it more comfortable, as taught in the class," and then he gently, slowly and expertly covered the young Indian's balls and shaft with it, taking his time to coat every inch of them.

He proceed to massage, using tantalizing movements to harden and tease the rigid rod of flesh, and thinking how Rouge would definitely enjoy that done to him. He didn't ignore the balls either, toying with them instead whenever the young Indian was too close to orgasm.

"Hmm," the old monk rubbed his chin. "I didn't expect you to be quite good with the Lingam massage. Seems like you're not leaving the temple completely uneducated," the monk nodded. "I've just decided I'm going to recommend the two of you for the next Kamasutra demonstration."

The supervisor monk went behind the statue and untied the young monk, then passed him a cloth to wrap around his loins: "Put this on, Reza, we'll continue in the Kamasutra gym."

The young monk named Reza obediently bent his fully erect penis to the side and wrapped the cloth around his hips, trying to cover his hardon as best as he could. But his penis was so hard it kept pulling the cloth off, until finally the young monk managed to fix a steady knot on his hip.

The old monk gave him a hard slap on the ass: "Relax your junk, boy, it's only your ass that we're going to need next. Now let's get going!"

"Thank you for the honor, sir. We'll try our hardest to not ashame you with our performance. I'm counting on you Reza, this is important part of a young monk's education," Sebby said quite pleased that his quick thinking had avoided him another punishment.

The old monk nodded, then proudly walked out of the niche, followed by the two young men.

After a short walk around the temple, they entered the Kamasutra gym, it was practically empty and only one couple of young men were polishing their anal penetration skills on the mats.

The gym was quite big as it was built to allow up to ten couples to practice at once. The supervisor monk decided to not disturb the other practitioners and went to the opposite corner.

"You can throw your rags off, and now I need to think what to make of you two…"

The second Reza undid his knot on the hip, his hardon catapulted the loincloth almost two meters away. His cock was still glistening with oiled hardness, while Reza himself smiled cutely and blushed so hard.

Now in the well lit room his tanned and well toned naked body looked much sexier than in the dark niche. He was less muscled and more slender than Sebby, but nobody could say he wasn't well built.

The old monk rubbed his chin, studying both young men up and down. "Hmm. Reza is pretty good at yoga, so perhaps we should try something more advanced… Any thoughts, Sebastien?"

"If he's good, we should try the reed. It takes lot of skills from the bottom and it's an ideal position for my physical strength. Plus it should be visually pretty for the audience and might motivate them to learn harder."

"Oh, I know that one!" Reza exclaimed. "May I?" After getting a nod from the old monk, Reza lay his back on the mat and raised his butt up, spreading his knees apart and grabbing his ankles with his hands. His head and shoulders remained on the floor, while his pelvis lifted up to just the right height for Sebby.

Reza moved his hips invitingly and giggled, imagining the sexy sight Sebby must be getting of his butt, balls and erection right now.

Sebby had to admit Reza was quite skilled and that sure was the right sight for keeping him fully erect. As he briefly fantasized about his Rouge in a similar position, he couldn't resist anymore. He quickly took his hardness and, pointing it at the right angle, gently shoved it into Reza's tight but welcoming ass.

Reza opened his mouth wide and moaned sweetly, feeling Sebby's thick long cock burying deeper and deeper inside his butt. The strong erotic sensation made Reza's balls tighten, he panted and moaned again and then with a surprising ease lifted his head off the floor and, without moving his hips even by an inch, curved his upper body much more, leaning on his elbows. In a second his lips circled around the tip of his own erection and gave his own cock's head a good suck with a loud smacking sound.

Reza looked up at Sebby, who in turn didn't dare to stop his movements, and once their eyes made contact, Reza went on sucking the shiny head of his own cock like a lollipop.

Sebby raised an eyebrow in surprise and silent admiration of Reza's supple body. The loud sucking sound Reza was producing excited him so much, meanwhile the warm tightness of his ass felt amazing.

At the same time Sebby tried to focus on maintaining the perfect Kamasutra form for the monk who was observing them.

"Hmm," the old monk nodded. "This position seems quite good. Consider it accepted. Now, you can relax and proceed to the next pose."

Reza shifted his eyes at the old monk with his mouth full and his eyebrows saying "what the actual fuck!" Instead of relaxing, the Indian boy put his ankles behind his neck and pushed himself even tighter, deepthroating his entire length until his tongue reached his own balls, with Reza's whole body tugged into a tight yoga pretzel.

Sebby chuckled at Reza's gymnastics and, noticing the old monk was quite focused on Reza's performance, started pounding into him much faster, the desirable friction inside the young healthy anus made him moan softly.

A sudden idea crossed Sebby's mind and he tried synchronizing his thrusts with the way Reza sucked himself, so he'd pound in him as Reza swallowed himself, turning the whole thing into something more like a dance.

"Reza!" the old monk shouted but the yoga boy could barely hear him through his heavily reddened ears, his cheeks blushed hard as his throat kept rhythmically taking one full length of his own manhood after another. His mastery getting him more and more in sync with Sebby's thrusts until their bodies started working like a clock…

"Reza! You two! I ordered you to relax. Reza, you want another detention or what?" the supervisor monk raised his voice again.

Reza almost choked on his own cock remembering his last 3 hours of standing tied to a statue, and in such a way that he could neither get down on himself nor rub it against the statue...

The horrible memories flushed the redness off his cheeks down the toilet, he leaned back a little, just enough to speak: "Bu- but it was the second asana, with the legs behind the head and lips all the way to the balls… the so-called legs-behind-head-and-lips-to-the-balls-asana!"

The old monk approached and pushed Sebby, so his pulsating cock slipped out of Reza's sweet ass, then the old monk grabbed Reza by the long braid and raised him on his feet: "I know the names of the asanas, boy! But between one asana and another you must relax if I told you so!"

He slapped Reza's ass several times, so hard it was heard all over the yoga hall. The other couple of young monks still working on their anal penetration skills let out a cheerful giggle.

"Do one asana. Relax. Do the next one. Relax." He kept slapping the fresh-fucked butt, steadily covering the dark buttcheeks in pink.