The Cult
The young student shook his head slowly. Whatever he said to Sanjay just didn’t seem to get through. In the three weeks since he had started college what had seemed like a God-given opportunity to bring a new soul to Jesus had come to nothing. Tom shrugged. He guessed he’d just have to pray harder and try harder. Sooner or later Gods message would get through to his Indian roommate.
Tom had always been a Christian. His fathers’ role as a church minister had seen to that but as the boy had grown into a young man his faith had become stronger. As a pupil at one of England’s less famous private schools he’d shunned his class-mates adolescent experiments with drink, tobacco and drugs. As he concentrated on his studies and his sporting prowess he didn’t even notice the lustful glances that were increasingly cast at his lithe athletic body.
Like any teenage boy Tom has his sexual urges…he dreamt of girls and would feel shame and a desperate need to pray when he woke to find his sheets wet from his erotic dreams. Tom knew though that when the time came God would provide him with a wife. Until then he would keep himself pure and devote himself to Jesus work.
In the summer before he went to college Tom did meet a girl. A girl who fell head over heels in love with the tall blonde blue eyed athlete he had become. It was all very romantic and very sweet. He held Anne’s hand and, just once, kissed her briefly on the lips before promising to hold her in his heart as his adult life began
So the young man who started his studies at Oxford was a bit naïve, a bit innocent but determined to devote his life to the service of his Lord.
Although devoted to his religion Tom did not consider himself narrow minded. Before following his father into the Ministry he planned to work in the third world providing practical help to the poor and preaching the gospel.
In order to further those ambitions he chose to study Comparative Religion as well as Theology and chose a college with a good mix of students from around the world.
Tom gad been delighted when he learned he was to share a room with a foreign student. Not only foreign – but a non-Christian- someone on whom Tom could test his evangelical skills. He was convinced, that with Gods help, his new room-mates soul would be the first he would save.
Tom like Sanjay from the first moment he saw him. At 6″2 he was a couple of inches taller than Tom and his Tamil background gave him a dark-almost black skin.
The two men took to each other though Sanjay would often tease Tom about his refusal to drink and determination to remain a virgin. It was only when Tom attempted to discuss religion that Sanjay become annoyed or defensive.
As he walked through the colleges ancient quad Tom tried to think where he had gone wrong. He had tried broaching the subject of Jesus in so many different ways and each time his approaches had either been rebuffed or ignored.
Maybe, Tom thought, It was something in Sanjays own religion that was causing the problem. He stopped with a sudden burst of realisation. He didn’t even know what Sanjays religion was.
He’d been preaching not discussing. The way to reach Sanjays soul was by discussing both their faiths not lecturing about Jesus. When Sanjay compared the two he couldn’t fail to see that the way to God was through Calvary.
Tom really hoped Sanjay would be in their room when he got back and he could hardly contain his excitement when he opened the door and saw the young Indian lying on his small single bed reading.
Tom looked at him carefully before choosing his words. Sanjay was obviously relaxed…wearing just a pair of track suit bottoms his course book lying on the matted dark hair of his chest.
“Hi Sanjay” Tom ventured “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure…course you can…anything you like” the Indian replied.
Tom launched into the speech he’d been preparing in his mind as he walked back to the room. He explained how important Jesus was to him and apologised for not asking Sanjay about his beliefs. He ended with a smile inviting his roommate to tell about his believes.
Sanjay smiled wickedly. “Are you betting your God against mine Brother?” he asked with smiling laugh in his voice.
Tom was thrown by the response. He would never “bet” his God but as Sanjay continued to talk he smiled in relief. The Indian told him he would happily learn more about Tom’s religion if he was prepared to study his.
“Tell you what” he said “I’ll go along to your worship…if you’ll try mine”
For Tom this was the opening he wanted. He was so convinced of the rightness of his faith that he was sure that the smallest exposure would soon allow Jesus to enter any sinners’ heart.
Three days later Sanjay found himself being led into a cold Chapel a short way from the college to listen to the preaching of a visiting American pastor.
Tom led him in with a huge smile convinced his friend would soon be safe in the arms of the Lord.
Sanjay was convinced that the opposite was true, He was destined for an hour of total tedium and he consoled himself by lusting over his friend’s body.
As Tom led him into the chapel Sanjay admired his cute arse framed in a pair of tight black trousers and his muscular shoulders displayed by his white cotton shirt. Tom normally wore boring clothes…but his dressing up for church made Sanjay feel horny his dick rapidly tenting up his loose blue jeans.
To Toms’ dismay the preaching of the Reverend Paul Holster the third had little impact on Sanjay. When Tom eagerly asked him what he thought of message of salvation Sanjay said little though he did promise to attend a Christian service again if Tom kept his side of the bargain and worshipped with him.
Tom had thought that would not be a problem. To actually witness pagan or heathen worship should, he thought, strengthen his own faith. He got a bit worried though when Sanjay explained that his own religion had no temple in Oxford and that the worship would involve the two of them alone in their room.
Tom was a man of his word though and sat nervously on his bed as Sanjay prepared an “alter” on the communal desk the shared between their two beds.
Sanjay took great care preparing the place of worship. On either side of the desk he place scented candles and incense and glasses of sacred tea to drink during the worship. In the centre of the desk he placed an open book in Sanskrit lettering above which was photograph of an elderly fat man sat in the lotus position. The picture was surrounded by a frame of coloured lights that flickered continuously.
Tom looked on nervously. “So what am I supposed to do?” he asked.
“It’s easy” Sanjay replied as he kneeled in front of the desk “Come here and kneel next to me and follow what I do”
Tom felt unsure of himself but felt he had to keep his promise. Reluctantly he kneeled next to Sanjay and took a deep breath.
“Here drink this” said Sanjay offering Tom the “sacred tea” he had prepared. Tom drank deeply and smiled as the drink was far more pleasant than he had expected.
Sanjay smiled too for he know his battle was half won. The “sacred tea” was genuine containing potions that would help him later. But Sanjay was a modern man. Copious amounts of Viagra, Ecstasy and alcohol made the drink even more potent and effective particularly on a drug free young virgin like Tom.
Tom felt his head swim and was glad to feel Sanjays’ strong arm guide him forward toward the altar he had created.
“What am I meant to do?” he asked drowsily.
Sanjay pointed at book. “Here” he said “underneath the Sanskrit I have written the phonetic words in pencil, Read these while you look at the guru”
Toms’ eyes swam as he tried to focus on the words. Eventually he could read the phonetic sounds “Tam ord ashol fein” seemed to be the mantra that was to be repeated. Tom said the words uncertainly a few times until for some reason they seemed to come naturally. He giggled a bit as he began to repeat them quickly again and again.
“Now dear Tom….look at the master as you say those words”
Sanjays instructions penetrated Toms mind and he looked up at the picture of the fat old man. As he stared at the photo something deep in Toms Christianity made a final attempt to resist.
“NO” he screamed tearing his eyes from the picture.
Sanjays’ arms were around him now, the Indian boy kneeling behind him his arms around Toms‘ body. Tom felt his breath on his ear but payed more attention to the words he spoke than the hard piece of flesh he felt rubbing against his arse.
“What’s wrong brother?” Sanjay asked “It’s just our deal…just say the words.
Tom looked at the picture and muttered “Tam ord ashol fein”.
From that moment he was lost.
Tom stared at the picture of the fat old man….He was wearing baggy white clothes and his sweaty balding head was pretty disgusting. A long matted white beard looked as if it had never been washed or trimmed but suddenly for Tom this was the sexiest, hottest picture he had ever seen.
The more he looked at the picture chanting the words “Tam ord ashol fein” the hornier he became. “That’s it brother” he heard Sanjay whisper “feel the love”.
Tom focused on the picture chanting the mantra and hardly noticed as a pair of dark hands slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and began to stroke his hairless white chest.
For Sanjay weeks of frustration were coming to an end. He had been sent to England to search for a boy just like Tom-a sweet white blonde plaything and acolyte for his guru and master.
His master’s description had been detailed and precise and when the very image of his masters’ description was made his roommate he was more convinced than ever of the accuracy of the Gurus visions.
Yet all the plans he had to win the boy over had proved useless, Sanjay had believed that all young Englishmen were immoral and degenerate and would quickly be tempted by his offer of potent drugs and mystic experiences.
Instead he had to endure weeks of preaching about Tom’s stupid, untrue religion. Drugs and booze were out and even masturbation became something only to be indulged in while Tom was out of the room.
Now, at last, the lovely, priggish boy was in his arms his smooth chest beneath his hands with his eyes glazed as he stared in awe at the Gurus picture the enchanted words he was chanting taking him ever deeper into a lustful trance.
Sanjays’ own dick was rock hard and after all the frustration he could wait no Longer. Tom was to be his Masters toy. He knew that, but there was fun to be had first for, after all, the Guru liked his followers to skilled in the arts of love not clumsy virgins.
While his left hand continued to stroke Toms chest Sanjay let his right hand drop behind the white boys back and onto the rampant throbbing lump in his own blue jeans. He let out a long slow sigh as he groped his own hardness and felt the damp of the pre-cum seeping through the blue denim.
Clumsily Sanjay undid the buttons of his jeans freeing his seven inch almost black dick. Breathing deeply he grasped his cock firmly and slowly pressed the cut head against Toms trousered arse. Feeling his dick press against the black material and seeing his white pre-cum seeping into the material drove Sanjay into an ecstasy almost as great as his drugged up room mates.
Tom took no notice as he slowly rubbed his dick back and forth across his arse then up and down the crack he was longing to penetrate.
For Tom by know was aware of very little except the picture he was staring at, a picture of a man who in Toms mind was undoubtedly the sexiest human being who had ever lived.
So little registered as Sanjays left hand dropped down his body and massaged his cock before slowly unzipping his trousers and pushing them down to the kneeling white boy’s knees.
He was unaware of the hard black cock pressing against his naked arse as Sanjays hands began to wank his uncut six incher.
Sanjays mind though was entirely on the boy in front of him. Tom’s brain might be lost in lust for the Master but Sanjays thoughts were all of the sweet piece of flesh he held. Slowly he raised his fingers to Tom’s mouth. The blonde eagerly began to lick and suck his hand. Sanjay neither knew nor cared what Tom thought he was sucking. He just knew that Tom’s mouth was providing the lubrication for his own deflowering.
The Indians left hand continued to wank his friends cock as he slowly dropped his spit covered right hand down to the boys arse. Slowly at first he began to trace his fingers up and down Tom’s totally hairless crack pausing slightly each time his fingers encountered the puckered rose of his hole.
If anything Toms trance and ecstasy were deepening. The word of the mantra were now little more than a slurred groan and Sanjay could feel that the young Christians throbbing cock was close to explosion
Sanjay knew though that he was approaching a critical moment. As he pushed first one, then two, then three fingers inside Tom the pain might be enough to break the effect of the spell and the drug-induced ecstasy he had created.
Slowly Sanjay started to tickle the entrance to tom body with his index finger...as his finger nail brushed again the tight hole he could feel a slight nervous quiver...a quiver that hardened his cock more than he had ever thought possible.
The Indians careful planned to open Toms arse slowly with his fingers retreated in the face of his lust and the demands of his dick. His cock was thinking for him now not his brain...and its message was simple but insistent “I have to be in there now”
Somewhere deep in his mind Sanjay knew that what he was about to do could never be regarded as “making love”. He was preparing to use and abuse a body whose mind was somewhere else entirely. He was going to do something that was against everything the un-drugged un-spellbound Tom believed in. And somewhere deep in his mind he knew too that this had once been done to him.
But those thoughts were nothing compared to the demands of his dick now firmly placed at the entrance of Tom’s hole the first few fractions of an inch already pushing tentatively inside the virgin entrance.
Placing his hand on Tom’s shoulders Sanjay pushed harder. For a few seconds it seemed Tom’s instinct would keep the intruder out the swollen glans unable to push past the muscular ring.
Then in the space of less than a second everything changed. As Tom let out a huge groan Sanjay felt his dicks mushroom head penetrate the entrance to Tom’s body. The rest of his cock swiftly followed and Sanjay looked down to see his pubes pressed firmly against the white globes of Toms arse.
Some of pain must have reached Toms befuddled brain for his body was now sweating profusely and his head fell to the floor even though his eyes remained glued to the guru’s picture and his lips continued to mutter the hypnotic mantra.
Sanjay stared down at his conquest. At base of his hairy stomach he could see the base of his dick now firmly impaled inside the young white student. In front of him was the sweaty, but perfect back of a stunning young man while on the floor Tom’s angelic face was still staring up at the altar that had corrupted him.
The Indian knew that if the pain of being fucked had failed to wake him nothing else would break Tom’s trance. As he slowly began to withdraw his dick before slamming it back inside Sanjay decided to give Tom a piece of his mind about his weeks of frustration. Tom wouldn’t remember his words, of course, but it would feel good to say them.
“Okay boy...here we go” Sanjay said " This is where I fuck your stupid Jesus out of you...now you’re going to learn what a real god with real power can do. All those times I’ve watched you kneel to pray and wanted to fuck that cute arse and sweet mouth are over. Now you will pray for me to just that.”
Sanjays frustration was so great that this was never going to be a long sex-session. Within less than a minute he felt his cock beginning to throb and knew he was about to cum. As the first burst of sperm left his dick he felt Tom explode as well shooting huge threads of sperm across the floor.
Tom finally collapsed face down. Sanjay was still inside him his heavy body crushing him. The Indian knew ha had done enough for tonight. He would have loved to have continued fucking Tom all night. But this was a long game. Sanjay knew that Tom’s body would be addicted to the pleasure he had felt tonight....that he would have to return to sample them again and again. But although Tom’s body had been fucked...Sanjay didn’t want to fuck his mind.
A sore arse would tell Tom he had been raped and Sanjay didn’t want that. His task was more complex. To own Toms body was easy...his task was to persuade the mans mind to voluntarily give his love to the guru.
Sanjay smiled. He knew he would succeed. He lifted Tom’s comatose body and placed it on the bed. He carefully wiped every piece of sweat and sperm from his body. The carefully he dismantled the altar he had built. He lay on his bed smiling and muttered the mantra he had taught Tom “Tam ord ashol fein”
For his own pleasure he repeated the mantra in English. “Satan take me now”