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Debauched Ceremony

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Who knew how many hours had passed since this “ceremony” began.

It could have been one, or it could have been several. Everything was now nothing more than a blur. A haze of sensations and debauchery that Minato knew he was the center of.

The Alchemys Union council were a rather strange lot, and that was putting things in the kindest of terms. Corrupt was more of a suitable word for them. As well as many nastier words that would have gotten Minato several lashes if he dared to utter them out into the world.

Those could be saved for future conversations with Spanner. Except for what was happening tonight, that would be kept secret.

It was getting harder to tell what exactly sparked this “ceremony.” Was it the perceived lack of speed of fulfilling an order? The fact Minato had begun to willfully refuse to wipe the memories of common folk? Yet another one of those alchemic rituals that supposedly involved sex in some form? A mixture of them all? This too had become a blur of its own.

Minato was still cognizant enough to feel multiple hands roam across his body. Wearing nothing left but his alchemist cape, shoes, socks, and sock garters. Everything else was exposed for his superiors. His body had become their shared toy for the night.

It was a mistake to have accepted that wine.

Even though he knew there was no other choice. If the council offered you food or drink, you had to accept. Or face the consequences of refusing their generosity. What was disguised as an offer was actually a demand.

When didn't he face some sort of twisted punishment from these men, however? If he did refuse, would it have made much of a difference?

Not that worrying about such things mattered now. What is done was done. Dealing with that regret would come tomorrow.

Minato found himself between the legs of the Chairman, looking up to him with half-lidded eyes. He reached down to run his hand through Minato’s hair, brushing some strays to the side. Minato waited for what was to come next.

The part of him that was still cognizant knew what was going on. That he was being used as a plaything for these men once again, that there was no way out of this. Once the council had it set in their mind that it was time to use Minato like this—his fate was sealed.

Once the Chairman unzipped his pants, instinctively Minato already knew what to do. He'd done it countless times before.

Slowly, he licked from base to tip. Paying attention to the Chairman’s reaction, making sure to please him. Anything less would not sufice. As he put the Chairman's dick into his mouth he felt a stretch in his jaw. It was familiar, though not friendly or comforting.

While he continued to suck, he could feel a pair of hands caressing his thighs from behind. His legs trembled from the touch. Moaning around the Chairman’s cock, adding extra stimulation.

Just then, two other hands grabbed his hips. Most likely the same ones that caressed him. But Minato was surrounded by four other men. The rest of the council, and one of their sponsors. He was too busy focusing on sucking the Chairman off to keep track of who was where and doing what to him.

Not even for a second could he afford to waver. The Chairman would certainly notice, and that would only make his punishment even more severe. As he glanced up above, it did look like he was enjoying himself.

At least someone here was having a good time…

Minato felt something hot prod at his hole. Gasping on the Chairman’s cock from the sudden heat, he shivered. Waiting in anticipation to be fucked by a councilman as he continued sucking.

This wasn’t the first time this happened. Spitroasting was a common occurrence here.

“Wait just a moment.” The Chairman spoke. “You'll have your turn. The night is young… And our handsome tribute here still has quite the amount of energy left in him.”

“Of course, sir.” Minato heard the voice from behind say.

As if on cue, the Chairman began to ruthlessly fuck Minato’s mouth. Hitting the back of his throat with each and every thrust. Thankfully his gag reflex decided to show mercy on him today. Perhaps another enchantment added into the wine was the source for this.

Moaning as he was used as a toy, it added even more stimulation for the Chairman.

In the corner of his eye Minato could see the others jerking themselves off to the sight that was on display in front of them.

He could feel the corner of his eyes begin to water from the rough treatment. It wouldn’t stop anything though. Minato resigned himself to this fact long ago, as well as his role in these “ceremonies”.

With a few more thrusts the Chairman came into Minato's mouth with a throaty groan. Swallowing his cum once he pulled out—another mandatory act. Then stroking Minato’s head, who’s eyes were glassy and his lips half parted. Waiting for whatever was to come next.

“Who else wants a piece of him tonight?” The Chairman mused, moving his hand to Minato’s lips next. Languidly stroking them. He sucked the tips of the Chairman’s fingers, eliciting a pleased grin from him.

A man started to walk towards him. Minato looked over to the man while he was still on his knees. This councilman sat down on a chair and patted his lap. Signaling Minato to come up, and he obliged.

He couldn't let this man wait either.

Minato softly placed his hands on the councilman’s chest. Able to see a smile underneath the hood once he did so.

After a beat the two began to sloppily make out. The councilman led the charge, kissing hungrily with nothing but tongue and teeth. Minato obediently took everything that was given to him. Making sure to kiss in a way that would be to the other man's liking.

He felt hands make their way up to his chest, mirroring his action. Then starting to grope Minato’s pecs. Fingers dug into his skin, each touch lecherous and dirty. Minato moaned mid-kiss, before the councilman bit his lower lip. Leaving a mark in his wake.

“Mn!” Minato whimpered, pleasure mixed in with the pain.

Then he slowly kissed down his neck, sucking and biting at the skin. Painting even more marks all across him. There would be time to find a way to cover these up before tomorrow's class, later.

Minato leaned forward as the councilman continued to have his way with him. Groping and kissing, sighing into his neck. He could feel his dick begin to leak precome from all the stimulation.

“Aah…”

The councilman stopped to take a look. A gleam in his eyes could be seen under the shadows of his hood. “Oh?”

Minato felt all the other eyes in the room stare directly right at him at that moment.

An array of glowing rings, and a table was transmuted from another object in the room. Those same eyes still staring right at him, piercing, he yet again instinctively knew what he had to do.

He laid back on the table. Facing upwards as the cold wood pressed against parts of his skin. The chill of the room also struck him and made him shiver. Everyone in the room promptly circled around him, and Minato saw multiple hands begin to reach toward various parts of his body.

Two different hands went straight for his nipples. Playing with and pinching them, then groping his muscles alongside. He whimpered with each pinch to his nipples. Letting out gasps and moans. Which only egged them on. One of the men even began to suck and bite at one.

“Fuck—” Minato’s dick twitched.

Another hand stroked his abdomen. Feeling up the muscle. As the tips of fingers dragged across his skin, Minato felt heat begin to pool up there.

No doubt they had drugged him with some sort of aphrodisiac. It intensified everything. Making him even hornier with each passing second. Though it wasn’t potent enough to fully cloud Minato’s mind. At least not yet.

For now, a tiny part of him could still think clearly. To him, this felt like a purposeful choice. Only adding another layer to the punishment. Even if he knew this was wrong, the haze of pleasure was still potent.

His mind drifted back and forth into a world where he couldn’t think of anything else but craving pleasure and relief. Right now that haze was starting to win.

Gradually drowning out whatever rationality he’d have left, until it would be silenced completely.

And then one last hand began to play with his dick. Slowly stroking it. Thumb circling the head as precome continued to leak out. Only creating dirty sounds as the councilman continued to pump up and down.

Wave after wave of sensations and pleasure continued to crash into him. As the upper echelons of the alchemist world had their way with him. Flexing their power over Minato, touching anywhere and everywhere.

He couldn’t fight back, though he started to not even want to fight back at all. That all encompassing haze from the aphrodisiac only continued to envelope Minato further. Drowning him, unable to think of much else as he would be used until the men had their fill. And no doubt fill up him as well by the end of the night.

In secret meetings they’d source ancient alchemic texts as justification for these weekly, sometimes daily, “rituals.” Minato had been a favorite subject of theirs for a long time.

Perhaps these texts were real, and such sexual acts have always been a part of the history of the craft.

But there was always a sneaking suspicion that this was a lie. Just a way for these nasty men to find a way to fuck some younger man from their ranks.

Then there were the times when Minato would be punished for his supposed insolence. Which happened more and more ever since the hunt to catch the chemies began. Also involving sex, exactly like this so called “ritual” they'd periodically preform on him.

Normally Minato would muse on this during these sessions, as a way to distract himself from what was happening. However thanks to the aphrodisiac he was unable to think too deeply. Perhaps a blessing in disguise.

He begun to feel himself floating, hit with more pleasure as the councilmen continued to touch and stroke him. Heat kept pooling and pooling up, becoming too much to handle—

“Wait.” The Chairman said, cutting through the haze. Everyone took their hands off him. “Let our sponsor for the night have the honor.”

“Yes sir.” The other men spoke in unison.

Minato bit his lip as he was denied release. He had half a mind to jerk himself off to achieve it, even if it meant more punishment.

As his body trembled he could hear them chatter amongst themselves. Though some parts were clear and others became nothing more than white noise.

The sponsor made his way between Minato's legs. Making a come hither motion as he guided Minato onto all fours. Dressed like any ordinary master level alchemist, he looked to be in his forties too. To the outside world he'd definitely be unsuspecting.

However—this was not the outside world.

Despite having succumbed to the aphrodisiac, Minato still was aware he'd have to take the actions of whatever this man was about to do to him to his grave. The council would unspeakable things to him if word ever got out.

Hands grabbed at his hips, rougher than the man who did so before. All while another councilman, at this point Minato lost track of who, stood in front of him with his cock out. Waiting for him to obediently suck.

Without giving the councilman another moment to wait, Minato took it into his mouth. At the same time he felt something hot prod at his hole once again. It pushed its way in, filling him up. Moaning as the cock sunk into him, which added more stimulation to the one that was in his mouth.

The white noise and haze only grew thicker as he sucked, on the other end the sponsor fucking him relentlessly. His grip dug into Minato’s hips, arching over him to leave bites on the back of his neck.

It wasn’t even the first time he’d been fucked tonight. At this point Minato had long since lost count. Not much else was going on in his head by this point.

Minato’s eyes became more and more glassy as the rough treatment continued. Now too focused on all the sensations he felt to notice the rest of the council jerked themselves off harder.

After a few particularly hard thrusts, the sponsor came into him. The councilman that fucked his mouth pulled out. Pumping himself before coming onto Minato’s face. Who was too deep in that haze of lust to even care.

A thumb stroked his lips, “You look good like this, Minato.” Slowly, the thumb pushed its way into his mouth. Minato obediently sucked it. Slowly closing his eyes.

“Mm…”

The finger pushed into his mouth deeper, Minato continued to suck. Treating it like a dick had entered his mouth. His glassy eyes looked up through his lashes to the councilman, who smirked at the sight below him.

“What a good little whore you are.”

Minato couldn’t help but tremble from those words, taking the finger as deep as he could into his mouth. Bobbing back and forth, before it pulled out. He kissed the tip of the digit.

“Who wants at him next?” By this point Minato couldn’t tell whose voice it belonged to. Likely the sponsor’s, but who was to say.

Fully deep within that fog, he waited again for whatever was next.

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The alarm clock blared, Minato rubbed his eyes before groggily shutting it off.

Staring at the ceiling of his apartment, his entire body was deathly sore. Not to mention his throat. All of his body was covered in hickies and bite marks to boot. The council had fucked him harder than they had in a long time. Last night they truly went all out on him.

Given the constant “infractions” as of late, this was far from a surprise.

He sighed, placing his head in his hands. How could he ever teach class in a state like this? Luckily he could still speak despite the hoarseness in his throat. If only it was a weekend instead of the middle of the week.

Everything else could be covered up without issue. Excluding the mark on his lip, he’d just would buy a face mask from the convenience store on the way to Furasu High and say he contracted a cold.

Until things eventually change, he’d have to put up with this treatment.

The day when the Alchemys Union would be reformed by both him and Spanner couldn’t come soon enough.

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