Temple Duty

S.M. Wolf

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Cody and Samantha are copyright 2011 by S.M. Wolf. This story may not be reproduced by any means in part or completely without prior written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Cody stood naked in the apse of the Church of the White Mother. Like the other slave boys, his paws were tied behind his back, and a heavy hood covered most of his head. His short muzzle was stuffed with a large ball gag to keep him quiet during the ceremony.

On his eighteenth birthday, the male squirrel had been sent to the Church by his Mistress for the manhood ceremony. Along with several other boys, they were being blessed by the Priestess as the first part of the ceremony.

Cody shuddered as he thought about what was going to happen to them next. Every boy knew about it, but it did not help that even their fathers would not discuss exactly what happened in the rooms below to complete the ceremony.

Through his hood, Cody could just make out the droning liturgy in the singsong voice of the Priestess come to an end. After a moment, Cody felt strong female paws on both of his biceps. They led him to the chancel to wait for one of the patrons of the Church to select him.

The young male did not have long to wait. His nose was filled with an almost overpowering smell of honeysuckle. There was a tap on his chest by a thin, female finger. The guards marched him out of the apse, past the altar and through the sacristy. He was taken down a long ramp to the underground rooms located beneath the nave. The guards paused for a moment and then continued. The three furs took a few more steps before Cody felt his knees bang gently against the frame of a bed.

The guards lay Cody face up on the bed. The bed had a firm mattress free of lumps that supported his slight frame well. He felt his wrists unbound only to be attached to the corners of the headboard. His legs and fluffy tail were brought together. Wide straps were secured about them at mid-thigh, knees and ankles. He could feel each buckle secured. A rope connected the ankle strap to the foot of the bed, forcing him to lay still in a Y-position on the bed.

The guards exited, and he was left with the stranger and her honeysuckle scent. He knew that it was a female since they alone were allowed to perform this portion of the ceremony.

Cody nearly jumped out of his pelt as he felt a gentle brush of a paw against his muzzle. He had not heard the unknown femfur move closer. Her paw returned a second time to brush gently against his muzzle again. This time he lay still and waited.

The squirrel male was totally unprepared when a female muzzle touched his and kissed him lightly. Beneath his hood, Cody's eyes grew wide.

The kissing did not stop. Instead, the femfur kissed harder, more insistently. She ran the fingers of her right paw through his chest fur. They found his nipples and played with them until they were hard nubs of pink flesh barely hidden beneath his pelt.

As suddenly as she began touching him, her paw and muzzle was gone.

Cody turned his head back and forth. He was sure that she was still there, but he had no idea what she was doing, and he was scared. The rumors among the slave boys in the barracks at night told of terrible things that happened here.

The mattress shifted, and suddenly Cody found a warm, soft body pressed against his. She lay on top of him with her breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his own. Her legs pressed against his hips and thighs. Her forearms and paws embraced his sides. She felt so good lying on him like this. He was not sure what she was doing to him, but he was starting to enjoy it.

Her muzzle found his again. This time she licked every bit of exposed fur that she could find. His nostrils were filled with her honeysuckle perfume. Her personal scent was totally masked. He could not tell her age or anything else about her because of the hood. She remained silent, so he did not even know what her voice sounded like.

After a few moments, the female slowly slid down Cody's naked body. She continued to lick as she descended. Her tongue lapped at his neck and chest. She paused for a few minutes to play her tongue tip over his nipples. He tried to pull away despite his bonds, but she nipped his hard left nub in warning. Her large incisors made her message clear, and he stilled. She rewarded him by playing with his nipple more. Behind his gag, Cody moaned in pleasure. That brought a small, almost inaudible giggle from the naked femfur atop him.

After she was done with his left nipple, the femfur atop Cody gave his right one a hard nip without warning or cause. He yelped into his ball gag. Before the pain really registered, she was licking his tender flesh furiously. For some reason, the pleasure he received was magnified by the slight pain preceding it. She did not stop until he was almost whining with desire. He felt the cool night air of the room slowly drying his wet flesh and fur as she slipped even further southward.

Cody's companion's next stop was his belly button. Unerringly, her muzzle descended upon it. He had an "innie", and she took full advantage of that fact. Her tongue tip dove into the creases of his bellybutton. She swirled her tongue around. Cody was racked by a strong tickling sensation. Desperately he tried to turn away from her, but, wherever he went, her tongue followed. She pressed down on his belly, and forced him to lie still as she enjoyed her fun at his expense. Only the ball gag kept him from filling the room with his laughter. Even so, it had to be clearly audible to the femfur. His body was certainly shaking enough for her to easily feel it.

Cody felt the femfur leave his belly and slide further downward. She was kneeling over his legs with her shins and ankles pressed against his lower legs. Her paws stroked the fur of his flanks before moving around to the front of his hips. Her long, sharp claws trailed through the pelt of his thighs and lower abdomen before finding his crotch. She played with his pubic hair for several moments before proceeding further.

The femfur's paws disappeared. Cody felt her body shift a bit, and her paws reappeared on his pelvic bone. She pressed down hard with her weight upon his hips. He could feel his buttocks forced into the mattress beneath them.

Cody screamed as loud as he could when he felt the femfur's muzzle envelop the end of his sheath. He tried to get away, but between his bonds and her weight, there was nowhere to go. He braced himself for her bite.

Instead, Cody felt her tongue slip inside his sheath. His crotch was already tingling from her prior attentions. Fear was the only thing that had kept him from sporting a hard-on. Her wet tongue playing with the sensitive flesh of his knob and foreskin were too great for his fear to overcome. Feral instinct overcame rational dread, and his pink shaft emerged from its furred home. Every inch of the way, the femfur's tongue lapped and teased his pink flesh from its home. Soon all six inches of his squirrel cock were standing at full attention.

Cody moaned into his gag. He had never felt this good before. Like all the other slave boys, he was a virgin. He had wanted one particular squirrel fem, but he had never had the opportunity. Despite playing with Sam as an equal as they grew up and knowing that she liked him, Samantha was the Mistress' daughter, and he was just a slave boy. There was never a chance for romance or anything more than passing friendship between them once they became adults. Her mother had ensured that. Sam's mother had sent her away for schooling over a year ago. It would be years before she returned. He could well be sold by then.

All thoughts of Samantha went flying from Cody's mind as the femfur took his shaft in her mouth and sucked on him hard. It was the most intense, sexual feeling that Cody had ever had. A moment later, it paled in comparison to the new experience of her rapidly twirling her tongue around his shaft. Cody could do nothing but scream in ecstasy as he came hard. Load after load of hot squirrel spunk shot out of his tip and down the femfur's throat. She dropped her head even further, and Cody felt his knob slide into her throat. The sensation sent his hips bucking as he came even harder.

Cody's orgasm only lasted a few moments. He was too young and inexperienced to have good duration yet. He felt his cock wilt and slide back into its sheath.

Is that it? Cody wondered as he lay there trying to recapture his breath.

His question was soon answered. He felt the femfur atop him shift until she sat upon his calves. She reached down and took each of the male squirrel's nuts in a paw. Very gently, almost reverently, she stroked and played with the twin orbs.

After an initial bout of sheer terror at the thought of her destroying his family jewels, Cody settled down and lay back on the bed. The sensations coming from his scrotum were decidedly pleasurable. His cock began to harden again. As it emerged, the femfur's left paw wrapped around his shaft and began to gently stroke his hardening member while her right paw continued to play with his balls.

It only took a few moments for Cody to become rock hard again.

The femfur let go of Cody's crotch. He whimpered behind his ball gag, pleading for more. The femfur instead shifted upward along his body until she was sitting on top of his belly. He could feel her long, furry tail brushing against his legs and crotch, and it sent even more delightful sensations racing up his spine.

The femfur crouched above Cody with her forearms on his chest and her knees pressed into his sides and waist. As she held him pinned to the mattress, she kissed him tenderly on the muzzle. She shifted her muzzle further down, and buried it in his chest fur.

Cody felt something warm and dripping wet caress his engorged shaft. The femfur adjusted her hips above his cock. Hot, wet female flesh slid over his knob and embraced it. He felt his tip press against something just inside her entrance. The femfur went rigid. Before Cody knew what was happening, she thrust back and down with her hips. Something tore inside of her as Cody's cock was forced completely inside of her pussy. The femfur cried out in pain and there was suddenly a fair amount of hot liquid dripping onto his crotch. Cody could smell the distinct scent of fresh blood.

Was she a virgin too? Did she just give herself... to me? Cody thought in wonder.

All of the followers of the matriarchal Church of the White Mother knew the power and worth of a female's virginity. It was the most sacred, most precious thing she would ever possess. Yet this unknown female had given him hers as they lay together beneath the Church in his coming of age ceremony. He could not help but feel a strange sense of wonder at her actions.

Cody was brought out of his reverie by the feel of hot tears on his chest. The female was crying from her pain. His chest fur was muffling her sobs. Suddenly he wanted to hold her, comfort her, help ease the pain, but he was still bound and unable to move. He had to lay there with his shaft buried in her all the way to his sheath.

The female's breathing soon slowed. The flow of blood stopped. The tears ended, and Cody felt her raise her head. He thought that this ceremony was over when he felt her start to raise her hips. His shaft slipped from its warm resting place. He wanted to whimper, to beg to have her return it to the beautiful pleasure between her legs, but he could not say anything.

When only the last inch of his shaft remained in her, the femfur stopped. For just a moment, she held his knob between her pussy lips before allowing her hips to slowly descend again. Cody clenched his hips and would have thrust upwards to meet her, but she shifted her paws and weight to his belly. He was trapped against the mattress and had to proceed at her pace.

The femfur's pace was agonizingly slow. Cody felt her lift and lower her hips. Each time his dick was wrapped inch by inch in pleasurable warmth and wetness only to be released into the cold room air. It was a slow torture for him, but he had no say in the speed of this mating.

It was a good five minutes before Cody felt the femfur's gait quicken. Apparently, the pain of her hymen being ruptured had been replaced by the pleasure of Cody's cock sliding over her inner walls. She continued to hold the thin male squirrel down on the mattress as she mounted him. Her hips rose and fell faster and faster.

Suddenly, the female stopped and went rigid. Cody screamed into his gag. He was so close! The femfur's pussy clenched down hard on his cock. The sensation of her vagina grabbing his penis was enough to send another torrent of jism erupting from Cody's cock like a volcano. He bucked uncontrollably underneath the squirrel fem riding him.

Their mutual orgasm lasted for nearly a minute. Each time the young squirrel male thought his orgasm was going to end, another orgasm took the femfur, and her clenching vaginal walls set him off again in a continuous feedback loop of sexual bliss.

All good things must end, though. Sooner than Cody wanted, his shaft wilted and returned to its furry home. He felt the femfur crawl off the bed. A paw came to his nose and drew a line of wetness beneath his nostrils. He smelled a combination of honeysuckle, female nectar and blood. There could be no doubt left that she had given him her virginity.

The femfur left Cody lying on the bed. Cody lay there wondering what was happening for several minutes before he felt a cool, wet cloth start to wash his belly. It continued down over his crotch and balls and even his thighs. She pulled back the folds of his sheath to expose his dick and washed even that. Finally, the wet cloth washed away the drying fluid on his nose. Cody was not sure if he wanted that or not, but the smell of the female was gone.

Cody was still wondering what would happen next when he felt the bed shift again. The female knelt over him again, this time with her tail facing his head. He could feel the long fur of her tail brush against his belly and chest. She wrapped the tip of her tail around his head in a brief caress. She released his head, but her tail continued to sway back and forth over his body, titillating him with each brush of female fur against his pelt.

Cody felt the femfur lean forward. Her right paw grabbed his sheath while her mouth found his testicles. She played with both until he was hard again. Her paws played with his shaft for several minutes as she gave him a gentle paw job that soon had him squirming in his bonds and moaning with desire. She licked his shaft and coated it with her saliva. She half-crawled forward until her hips were once again were perched above his dick. Her left paw pressed hard against his right thigh, holding him down again. She reached back between her legs, grabbed his cock, and pulled it towards her. Cody felt her lower her hips, and his shaft once again disappeared into her pussy.

This time there was no pain to overcome. She rode him hard and fast right from the start. After the first few hard downward thrusts of her hips, she took her paws off Cody's thighs. He immediately thrust upwards as hard and as fast as he could. Their bodies slapped against each other. Even through his hood, Cody could clearly hear the loud crack of flesh hitting flesh as the squirrel pair mated furiously.

Despite having two orgasms under his belt already, Cody quickly found himself mounting towards a third. Apparently, the femfur was getting close as well. She speeded up the pace. Cody could not hold back. He came hard. The feel of his hot seed in her cunt set the female above him off. Cody felt a sudden rush of hot female juices down his shaft and onto his crotch.

The two squirrels lay gasping for breath afterwards. The female lifted her leg over Cody and turned around. With a heavy thud, she lay down beside him. He could feel her hot body pressed along the entire length of his right side. He so wanted to hold her right now, to cuddle with her, and to tell her how much she meant to him.

Like I would with Sam, the unbidden thought came to Cody's mind. He had to push it out. Samantha was not here. He had to live with what was happening, not his daydream fantasies of early adolescence. He had just hoped that it would be Samantha that took him first. This hot female was not a bad second choice, though. She was pleasuring him to no end.

It was several minutes before Cody felt the femfur leave the bed again. Shortly afterwards, a straw was slipped between the ball gag and his cheek. He sucked on it and was rewarded with cool water. She held it in his mouth as he drank his fill. When he stopped sipping on the straw, she withdrew it.

Another minute passed before Cody felt paws at the straps encasing his legs. He nearly panicked as he felt them unbuckled. His terror rose as the ankle strap was replaced by a pair of ankle cuffs.

Some things did get out of the Church to the boys. The dominance of the White Mother over all males was always proven in the temple by the ritual deflowering of the boys. Since they did not have vaginas and their mouths were gagged, that left only one other entrance.

Cody was about to get a dildo up his ass.

The majority of the fear that so many of the boys felt was the unknown nature of the tool that would be used. The priestesses said it would not hurt, but at night, the boys would lay awake in the barracks talking about the stories that they had heard of huge phallic devices that stretched the boy's anal rose as he screamed in pain and terror. Often the devices were not just huge, they were covered with terrible instruments of torture like razor blades along their length that would slice a male's tail hole to shreds. Cody doubted the reality of these tales, but they all came screaming back to him with unwanted realism as he felt his legs spread open.

Cody tried to pull his ankles free, but the combination of multiple orgasms, strenuous physical exertion and the tight straps around his legs for almost an hour left him weaker than normal. The surprisingly strong female easily attached a two-foot long spreader bar between his ankles. A pair of ropes secured his legs to the legs of the bed. He was trapped and open to whatever this female desired. He desperately clenched his buttocks tight. He whimpered a bit in fear and despair as he waited.

There was no sudden assault on his ass hole. Instead, Cody felt the femfur's mouth return to his crotch. She played with his sheath a bit. With his legs now spread, his balls fell more freely. She used that to her advantage to play with them using her right paw. Despite his fear, Cody felt his cock hardening again. As soon as his pink flesh appeared from his sheath, the femfur pounced upon it and took it deep into her mouth. She sucked on him so hard that he climaxed even before he was fully hard. His cheeks burned in shame at his premature ejaculation, but the femfur just lapped up his cum.

There was a pause in the action again. The femfur left the bed briefly before returning. Cody could feel her lay face down. Her body covered much of his right leg. Her weight shifted as she did something with her paws. Her movements stopped, and her muzzle returned to his sheath. She gently lapped along its entire length. He moaned in pleasure as his dick hardened again. Without thinking, he let his buttocks relax.

Cody's moans turned to a sudden scream as he felt something press against his tail hole. He tried to pull away, but the femfur and restraints had him trapped. As she licked and sucked his cock, Cody's brain finally registered that the thing pressed against his anus was one of her fingers. It was making slow, steady circles around his pink rose. There must be something on her finger, because he could feel a slick liquid coating the exterior of his ass hole.

When Cody quieted a bit, the female removed her finger. It returned quickly with more lubricant. The male squirrel felt her press harder against his virgin orifice. He tensed, but she did not penetrate him. When he relaxed again, she applied more lubricant to her finger. When her finger returned to his anus for a third time, Cody flinched briefly, but he did not clench his butt to try to keep her out.

The gentle anal massage combined with laps of his hard cock continued for some time. Gradually, Cody's fear was replaced with anticipation as he mounted towards another orgasm. The femfur did not give it to him quickly, though. Instead, she teased him with mouth and finger.

Cody felt pressure in his balls, but there was a greater pressure against his tail hole. With a twist, the female slid her finger into his rectum. She continued to twist her finger as she slowly slid it in and out of his bottom. His anal muscles reflexively contracted, doubling the sensations coming from his anus. The incredible pleasure coming from his behind sent Cody over the top. He shot rivulets of jism down the female's throat as he came yet again.

The female withdrew her mouth from his shaft, but her finger remained in Cody's bottom. She waited until he stopped clenching his anus about her finger before withdrawing.

Is it over? Cody thought with great relief when he felt her finger disappear. That wasn't bad at all! In fact-

Whatever other thoughts Cody might have had disappeared as he felt the female's finger return to his ass hole. He lay relaxed as she slid her finger up to the first joint into him. It was not until he felt the tip of a second finger pressing against his pink anal ring that Cody felt a wave of panic. One finger was pleasurable. Two would tear him open!

Cody screamed into his gag. He tried to beg her to stop, but the femfur paid him no mind. She slowly worked her second lubricated finger into his rectum despite his best attempts to keep it out. He felt stretched to his limits, but somehow he managed to endure the intruders in his tail hole. He still cried bitter tears beneath his hood.

The femfur pulled and twisted for some time. Cody's breathing grew ragged. Despite the humiliating feeling of the female inserting her fingers into his ass, there were undeniably pleasurable aspects to the intrusion. His breaths quickened, and his cock hardened slowly. The female applied a generous amount of lubricant to Cody's anus. She also coated his rectum well. He could feel her hot breath on his balls.

The fingers in Cody's butt were suddenly removed. He felt strangely empty.

Cody's respite did not last long. The female shifted, and Cody felt a hard, blunt object pressed against his ass hole. He screamed in fear. This had to be the true instrument of his deflowerment! He cried out in fear. The female pressed the hard tip of the dildo against Cody's anus. The well-stretched and lubricated orifice opened easily, and the dildo slid several inches into Cody's tail hole. The squirrel male was so terrified that he did not even realize that he had been penetrated for many seconds.

When he did feel several inches of hard phallic rod buried in his tail hole, Cody was shocked. It was a tight fit, and the dildo filled him, but it did not hurt like the stories that the boys told each other. Indeed, it felt almost good.

Cody changed his mind about how good it felt when the female started running nearly ten inches of hard wooden dildo in and out of his ass hole. The rubbing of the smooth surface against his virgin orifice sent electric thrills throughout his body. His cock was rock hard again in seconds. When the femfur angled the tip of the dildo upwards, it pressed and rubbed against his prostate. Instantly, Cody orgasmed. His hips bucked even with the weight of the female keeping him down. Ropes of white squirrel jism arched over his belly to fall on his chest and face.

After Cody was done, the female slowed down but did not stop thrusting the dildo in and out of his behind. She leaned forward and began to lick and nibble his balls. As young as Cody was, his body responded yet again. His cock hardened a bit slower this time, but soon it was standing proud of his belly. The femfur shifted her wrist, and Cody's prostate was assaulted from within his rectum again. Just as quickly as the first time, hot cum spurted from his cock to cover his belly and chest.

The female slowed down again, bust still she did not stop. Cody's anus was starting for feel raw. The pleasure was wearing off as the lubricant thinned. She coaxed his dick to hardness another time. It took a combination of dildo and tongue, but he climaxed for a third time as she smoothly thrust the dildo into his bottom. When he was done, Cody's lower abdomen was covered in more of his own seed.

The female pulled the dildo almost completely from Cody's rear. She did something to it. Cody was not sure what until she worked the entire length of the dildo into Cody's rectum. He could feel a wider base press against his thighs and ass cheeks. She had greased it again to ease its entry.

As Cody lay on the bed breathing hard from multiple climaxes and the hard intruder lodged in his ass, the still unknown female rose. There was nothing for a few minutes. Cody felt a brief brush of a paw against his face through the hood.

There was nothing more.

Quite some time later, Cody felt a brief breeze over his body. Through his hood, he heard the clear, loud voice of the Head Priestess reciting the liturgy of manhood over him. She reached down and pulled the dildo from his ass with a single hard yank. He yipped in a combination of shock and discomfort.

With that, the ceremony was over. Cody was no longer a boy. Now he was an adult male.

The female guards took Cody back upstairs. He walked with a decidedly bowlegged gait, and he weaved back and forth as he ascended the ramp to the main floor of the temple. When they stopped, Cody once again smelled the strong scent of honeysuckle. This time it was mixed with the scent of musk, blood and sexual juices.

A collar went around Cody's neck and was secured tight. A lead was snapped onto it. There was the feel of the lead being passed by the guards to someone.

Sudden comprehension struck Cody.

By the Goddess! I've been sold! Cody thought.

The female that took his virginity, for a suitable donation to the temple, could take him home with her. This female had apparently decided to buy him.

Cody felt the ball gag removed from his mouth. For the first time in hours, his mouth was empty. It did not remain so for long. The femfur grabbed his head, pulled him down to her, and kissed him. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and played with his tongue. He tried to return the effort, but his jaw was killing him after so long propped open by the ball gag.

The female seemed to sense Cody's distress. She stopped kissing him. Her paws moved to his muzzle. She massaged his jaw and face until he started to feel better. When he worked his jaw without obvious discomfort, her paws moved around to the back of his head. He felt her fingers undo the bindings holding his hood in place. She loosened the hood and pulled it off over his head.

Cody blinked in the sudden bright light. His eyes watered. A caring paw brushed his eyes clear. He looked down at his new owner.

"SAM?!"

Standing before Cody, holding his leash, was his childhood friend.

"You didn't think I was going to let anyone else pop your cherry or take mine, did you?" she asked the shocked squirrel male with a big grin.

Cody opened his mouth to answer, but Samantha stopped him with another hot kiss.

"Time to go home, Cody," was all she said before leading him from the temple.