Pale moonlight fell on the brick floor of the dirty cell. Outside, a dry wind stirred the palm trees, pushing a few lonely clouds across the vast desert wastes of Judea, before dying down again and settling into the voiceless hush of midnight. John's eyes fluttered open, and he tried to turn over but was held fast by the heavy chains around his wrists and neck. He sat up as far as he he could, and put his fingers against the thick metal collar. So it was true. It hadn't been a dream.
The day had begun like any other, and after his breakfast of locusts and honey, he was on the banks of the Jordan proclaiming the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven. "Repent!" he cried,"For the Kingdom of Heaven has come near! The time is short! Prepare the way of the Lord!" Suddenly, there was a faint cloud of dust on the horizon, and as it grew closer John recognized the guards from Herod's palace, their cruel commander leading the charge. The crowd dispersed, and John found himself alone on the bank of the river, as Herod's men came to a halt amidst the whistling of the wind and the drifting banks of sand.
"John," said the commander of the troop. "Your time has finally come. My Lord Herod calls for your arrest. Will you come peacefully, or must we force you?"
John, no stranger to conflict with the palace authorities, stood his ground and announced: "I am a servant of the living God! And as my God lives, I will never abandon my mission until my head is taken from my shoulders and rests on a pike on Herod's doorway!"
The commander of the army smiled wickedly. "That can be arranged," he said. He turned to his men. "Seize him."
In a flash, the men took hold of John's arms and bound them behind his back as they forced him to his knees. John looked up at the commander defiantly.
"What do you think, boys?" said the commander, taking a few steps toward the prophet. "Do you think the king would mind if we had a bit of fun before we bring this fool in." The soldiers laughed, and John looked to his side to see that one of them was clutching the front of his trousers, and slowly massaging his bulging package up and down. "No, commander," he said, "I don't my Lord Herod would mind in the least."
The commander seized John's chin and forced him to look up into his eyes. "How bout it, John?" he said. "You always called yourself the voice of one crying in the wilderness. I'll make you cry alright."
"Fuck yeah," said another guard, untying the drawstring on his trousers.
The commander released John's chin, and removed his belt, slowly allowing his trousers to fall around his ankles. He took hold of his throbbing brown Semitic cock, which curved slightly upward as if with excited anticipation. The commander reached forward and took John by the hair. "Open up," he said. John felt the blade of one of the soldiers against his neck, and slowly he parted his trembling lips.
The commander menacingly traced the outline of John's lips with the head of his pulsing shaft, before slowly sliding it past his teeth and onto the surface of his tongue. "If you so much as move to close your teeth," the commander said, "I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
John looked up at him as if to say, "I'll behave."
"Good boy," said the commander as he pushed his cock further toward the back of John's throat. John closed his eyes as the commander began slowly to move his head back and forth, his large hands clutching either side of John's head. John tasted the sweaty, hairy violence of the commander's manhood. The commander groaned savagely, pushing his cock the last few inches, and allowing it to slide into the very back of John's throat, crushing his airway with its deep, desirous lunges. Sputtering, John turned aside and spit the eight-inch rod from his mouth. He coughed and gasped for air. "Please," he said, looking up at the commander desperately. "I can't. You're too big."
The commander grabbed John's hair again, and forced his head forward. "You're going to have to." The commander began thrusting again, fucking John's skull like the animal he was, pushing deeper and deeper down John's throat. In a circle around the sordid scene, soldiers jerked each other off, moaning with pleasure and excitement. One of them lifted the commander's shirt and gently sucked his right nipple as he plunged through the back of John's throat. At last, in the midst of the throbbing and the sweat, John felt the commander's engorged cock swell in his mouth, and with a shudder and deep groan the commander pumped his load down John's throat. Gradually he removed his shrinking shaft from John's mouth. "Take all of it," said the commander. "Every drop." Panting, John licked the last few drops of cum from the commander's circumcised head, and the soldiers forced him back to his feet.
Having pulled his pants back up and fastened them with his belt, the commander gently patted John's face. "Thanks for that, John. That mouth of yours really is a herald of the kingdom."
John was briefly brought before Herod, who announced that he was condemned to prison for the foreseeable future. As the soldiers fastened the heavy collar and cuffs around John's neck and wrists, the commander smiled cruelly at him. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again soon, John the Baptist. I look forward to sharing a new baptism with you."
Now, as the night began to gradually turn into the early morning, John came face to face with the dire despair of his situation: an indeterminable future of rape, torture, and humiliation. It would be better to die, he he thought to himself as he shifted his body slightly, the clang of the chains echoing through the small chamber. "What can I do in a time like this?" he asked desperately. From the depths of his soul, an answer came, clear and silent as an untouched bell: "isn't it obvious?" John folded his hands together, fighting against the weariness of his muscles and the weight of his chains. "Adonai," he prayed. "Deliver me."
In an instant, without a sound, a figure stepped out of the shadows. It was a man, tall and broad, clothed in a white tunic, with a hood pulled over his head. Although John couldn't see his face, he immediately was overwhelmed with a sense of peace and belonging, as if he had known this man all his life, as if this man could make everything better.
"John," said the man, as he walked forward. "I have heard your prayer. I've come to deliver you. But not in the way you expect."
John tried to rise to approach the man, but his chains held him fast. "Lord," he said, again gripping the collar around his neck,"who are you?"
The white-clad figure lifted his hands, and threw back his hood to reveal his face. As if with supernatural light, his face shone, the dark eyes peering forth cheerfully, and his bearded mouth gradually turning upwards in a playful grin.
"It's you..." said John. "The one I baptized."
"It is I," responded the man. "Jesus. Your God."
"My God," repeated John. He longed to burst forth in praise and thanksgiving, but the words stuck in his throat. Finally he managed to say, "why have you come?"
Jesus replied, "I have come to give you a taste of your heavenly reward." Jesus knelt forward and took John's face tenderly in his hands. Slowly, and gently he kissed John's lips. "I've come to fuck you," he said. "To show you the bountiful pleasures of God's kingdom."
"Please, Lord," John said."I can't do it again." To his own surprise, he felt a sob escape his mouth, and hot tears began to stream down his face. "The men," he said between shaking sobs, "they- they-"
Jesus gently took John's cheek, and wiped a tear from it with his thumb. "Don't worry, John," he said. "I'm going to love you like those men never could."
Suddenly the chains fell from John's neck and wrists, and he felt the Lord lifting him to his feet. Jesus waved his right arm, and a soft mattress, strewn with large pillows and blankets materialized from thin air. It was surrounded by softly burning candles, and the air was filled with a fragrance like nothing John had ever encountered in this world.
"Dry your eyes," said Jesus. "And take off your clothes."
"But, Lord," said John, even as he took a step toward the mattress.
"Who is your master?" snapped Jesus.
John pulled his tunic over his head and sat down on the bed. "You are," he said.
"That's right," said Jesus. "Now lie on your back."
John did as he was told, and allowed his head to sink into one of the thick pillows at the head of the bed. He felt the blood stirring in his loins, and his heartbeat quickened. At the foot of the bed, Jesus gradually allowed the upper half of his tunic to flutter from his shoulders, revealing his broad, muscular chest which was brushed with dark waves of chest hair. Jesus ran his hands up and down his own torso, allowing his fingers to linger on his nipples. His pecs were thick mounds of pure muscle, and his bulging biceps flexed with desire and expectation as he looked desirously down at John's naked body, thin and womanly from its many years of fasting and prayer. Jesus exhaled deeply. "Oh, John," he said. "You're going to love this."
With a swift motion, he removed the lower half his white garment to reveal his erect penis, massive, thick, poised and throbbing in rhythm with his own rising heart-beat. As if by magic, Jesus produced from behind his back a glass vial, and emptied some of the contents into his hand, a shining silver liquid. "What's that," John asked, as Jesus massaged the liquid into his hands and stepped toward the bed. "This is lube," Jesus replied. "To get your hole ready for my cock. I'm going to make you mine. You're going to scream and moan, and feast your eyes on heaven tonight."
With one swift motion, Jesus lept onto the bed, and seized John's waist with his broad muscular hand, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Now relax," he said. Jesus' large carpenter fingers began to dance around John's increasingly eager hole. John breathed heavily and looked up into Jesus' dark, flaming eyes. He felt his heart melt, and his hole cried out to be fucked raw. "Who's your master?" asked Jesus again. "You are, Lord," answered John. "That's right," said Jesus, and he slid his middle finger deep into John's moist and eager bussy.
John moaned involuntarily, and he panted and sighed as Jesus' muscular finger searched the dark recesses of his rectum, flicking playfully along the pink tissue, and twirling against his prostate. "Oh Jesus," moaned John.
"Are you ready for this?" Jesus asked, as John squirmed and moaning, arching his back upward in restless desire.
John looked up at Jesus, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Please, Lord."
"Very well," said Jesus, withdrawing his finger. Again as if by magic, Jesus produced another small bottle, and removed the top. "But first, inhale this." He handed the bottle to John, who looked at Jesus in confusion."What is this?" he asked.
"It's a bottle of poppers," said Jesus. "You'll need it. I expect you to take the whole thing."
John held the bottle to his nostril and inhaled deeply. In a fiery blast, his body was overwhelmed by desire and heightened sensation. He felt his heartbeat pounding in his ears, and his skin undulated with surging waves of heat. "Holy fuck," said John.
Jesus smiled, as he hoisted John's midsection up and began to rub his thick cock against the outside of John's hole. "Take another wiff," said Jesus. John inhaled the poppers again, and the burst of fiery desire doubled. "Good boy," said Jesus. "Now relax." With a swift motion, Jesus slid his cock into John's hole.
"OooooOOOoooooOOOOOOO," moaned John the Baptist as his Lord's throbbing rod pumped deep inside of him. Jesus propped John's legs over his shoulders, and planted his muscular, veiny forearms on either side of his head. "You like that?" Jesus asked.
John moaned loudly, unable to answer with words, and Jesus began to thrust slowly. Jesus lunged deeper and deeper into John, gradually building up speed until his throbbing cock was ramming John's prostate in rhythm to his trembling moans. The sweat glistened on Jesus' body, highlighting the bulging strength of each tensed muscle. Suddenly, as if overcome by a surge of energy, Jesus seized John's head and slammed it against his broad chest, doubling the speed of his thrusts.
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh," moaned John, and he felt his Lord's cock growing bigger and bigger inside of him.
"Hhuuugggh," groaned Jesus. "Good boy, John. Take it. Take the whole thing like the good boy you are."
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh," John felt his voice getting higher and thinner as he ascended the peak of pleasure and desire.
"Oh fuck," said Jesus. "I'm gonna cum."
"Ugh ugh, yes Lord," answered John. "Cum inside me."
Jesus rammed his cock as deep as it would go, and John felt it swell and with several long, shuddering contractions Jesus orgasmed, filling John with so much cum that it began to drip in shining streams from his hole.
Panting heavily, Jesus pulled out of John and flopped on the bed next to him. "Fuck," said Jesus. "You've got a tight little hole."
John rolled over and rested his head on Jesus' chest. Jesus folded his arm around John and took another deep sigh of satisfaction, as John began to trace lazy circles through Jesus' chest hair. Only gradually did he began to realize that the sun had risen, and the light of a new day was streaming into his cell.
"That was amazing," said John.
Jesus kissed John on the forehead and smiled. "You did good," he said. "That's just a taste of what's to come."