God of Whores Ch. 05
 

Hey all! I'm giving you an especially long story segment today that actually spans three chapters of the book. This is because the first two are short and I don't want to deny you a major sex scene after such a long delay in this release. I hope you all enjoy, and will get in touch with me via the contacts page with questions, comments, or heck, even some praise if you're into that sort of thing, I know I am!

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For the months that followed, Pericles' life fell into a satisfying, if not sometimes difficult routine. He lost track of days for weeks, and then weeks for month, ultimately unsure how long he spent in the education and toil that the temple had to offer, but it became clear quite early on that the goal of virtually everything he did, from eating to working to fucking were all designed to mold him into the perfect fucking machine. Of course he'd entered the temple thinking he already was exactly that, but the words of the Matriarchs and Aphrodite herself had given him cause to doubt himself. It was a double-edged sword; doubt meant that he was indeed imperfect, yet it also gave him hope that he had somewhere to go, new plateaus to reach in skilled lovemaking.

His schedule each day was the same:

-Mornings-

Morning was easily Pericles' favorite part of the day. The first time it happened it utterly startled him; he woke from apparently pleasant dreams to the sensation of tongues wandering his cock. Looking down he saw two acolytes slavishly giving him oral service. They would lick and flick at his humongous morning-wood before taking turns practicing deep-throating him. While the two girls on his first day could not handle all of him, he was surprised to find through the weeks that every few days he was blessed with presence of one who could, usually a full priestess or even one of the Matriarchs a time or two.

For the girls, it was a test of their ability to please a man, to learn to deepthroat, and a general fun sort of chore; it was training for them as much as it was for Pericles. For his part, he was commanded by whoever was servicing him to NOT cum. He found this surprisingly difficult at first; even with his legendary stamina that made it downright challenging to get off when he wanted to, the acolytes and priestesses of the temple were just so skilled he couldn't help but want to unload when they swiftly brought him to the brink.

One thing that shocked him was just how nasty the girls would get. He was used to women trying every trick they had to please him when they wanted a piece of his bull-cock, yet the girls of the temple were beyond thorough. No blowjob was complete until they'd spent a long time polishing his balls to a slobber-gleaming shine, his taint had been totally coated in saliva, and even his ass needed to be eaten out. Since the girls always came in pairs he felt they had an unfair advantage in how they'd team up against him, perhaps one taking his nuts throat deep while the other would use her huge tits to jack his cock off into their mouth.

But, over time, Pericles found he was able to hold out in spite of the spectacular head. Even if it was just one more minute a day, it didn't take long for those little gains to become hours, and it was with smug satisfaction he found more girls tapping out due to jaw strain or tongue-fatigue, though he did selfishly allow himself one earlier orgasm per week, just to reward himself for progress. With this regimen of dedication, it soon became a serious effort for even the combination of Zoey and Xenia to get Pericles off until he wanted it to end.

-Breakfast