The reign of the Patriarch.

He began as just another TV evangelist with a message of love for those who supported him, hatred for those who didn't, and demands for money from all, but it soon became clear that he had something the rest lacked, and before too long he was immensely popular and becoming very rich and powerful.

One of his main target groups was the homosexual world, though of course such a word never passed his lips. We were "Abominations", "Sodomites", "Accursed of God", and these were when he was being polite.

We, and all our friends, ignored him, but the world didn't. He urged his followers to involve themselves in politics "The party doesn't matter", he said. "All of them need a healthy Christian influence, and I will show you the way and what true religion means!". Once again we ignored his nonsense, but when the election came suddenly he was important, not just as a loud-mouthed rabble-rouser but as a serious political figure.

The world (or at least our country) began to change. Church leaders and ministers disappeared and their churches closed down or were burned because they spoke out against the new cult. New, supposedly "Moral" laws were introduced to purify the nation, and most of these were aimed at gays. Clubs, stores, indeed every kind of gay-focused establishment closed down, and many of their owners disappeared. The so-called Purity Police appeared everywhere, and again, they had a free hand to attack anyone suspected of being gay , but if anyone complained the complainer was hauled into court for immoral conduct and provoking riot. Suddenly the world was against us.

I'd better introduce the "us" I've been talking about. I'm Peter and my brother and identical twin is Paul. We've been lovers as well as brothers for as long as either of us can remember, and no-one has ever suspected - why shouldn't twin brothers share a room, or even a bed? So once again we ignored the leader, who now liked to be known as the Patriarch, the Father of the Nation.

Paul is wonderful. We both go to the gym so we're in good shape, and he is tall and slim, with a face you could drool over, a beautiful body, huge balls and a cock that I dream about. He says the same about me, and since we are identical I suppose he could be right.

Anyway, when the nightmare began we were in bed. It was my turn to be bottom and I was luxuriating in the movement of that gloriously hard cock deep inside my ass when the door burst open and there was our landlady with a group of the dreaded Purity Police.

"I knew it" she said, "and the Patriarch has taught us that this is depraved and evil. Get these perverts out of my house now."

By this time we had pulled apart and were trying to get to our clothes to cover our embarrassment, but we were beaten back.

"This is a special case" their leader said. "You were caught in the act of bestial depravity, and animals such as you do not wear clothing. You will stay as you are, beast that deserve no better." Our hands were cuffed behind us, then each of us had a heavy chain padlocked to our balls and we were dragged outside and dragged through the streets, naked and freezing, to the converted church that they had made their headquarters. Most of the people we passed looked away hastily, but a few asked what was happening and shouted abuse after us as we were pulled by the balls along the busy road. When we tried to speak we were simply slapped across the mouth by our captors. When we arrived, it was clear that they had taken great pleasure in desecrating the lovely building they were using. It stank. Our chains were handed to naked slaves, who dragged us through the straw which covered the floor, it became clear why this smell was there There were many other chained as we w!

ere and held captive among the straw, and they had nowhere to relieve themselves except where they were chained. We came to an empty spot and were forced to our knees, then the chain was pulled through a ring on the floor and locked into place. We were left to get what sleep we could in that place of degradation, each trying to find a clean place among the straw where we could lie, and each inevitably becoming fouled by our foul bedding.

Morning came, but there was no relief, and neither food nor drink. "We will bring you to judgment" said one of our captors, "but not until the judges call for you. Until then, nothing".

At last we were released from the rings in the floor, then dragged by our chains into a neighbouring hall - one of the church halls - which had been converted into a sort of courtroom. Again we were forced to kneel and our chains locked through ring-bolts in the floor. Paul tried to speak but was slapped down. "There is nothing to say," the judge told him. "We have heard the evidence and you are guilty. Any form of defence could only be a lie so we shall not waste our time. We are here to decide not guilt but a sentence".

He turned to our captors. "You did well, and the punishment you have begun will be continued. These creatures will each wear a weight and chain until they beg our leader to remove it, and each will spend one hour each day in the penitent's seat in the market-place. In addition, each must be ringed to prevent any further immorality, depilated, and branded on the forehead with the word Sodomite". One of the clerks whispered something to the judge, who looked startled and said "I have been reminded that we should be merciful as our leader is merciful. There will be no branding. Take them to the smith".

We were released and dragged into yet another room where our padlocks were removed. The relief was wonderful, but short-lived as the blacksmith who was working there took heavy steel shackles. split cylinders really, from the wall, and whilst one of the guards grabbed my balls and pulled them until I thought he would pull my scrotum out by the roots, the smith put some sort of adhesive on to the edge of the weight, clipped it on to my scrotum and snapped it shut. "That glue is as good as a weld" he told me. "Nothing will ever break that seal. But, just to be sure...". . He secured the join with a screw and poured molten metal into the hole where the screw lay. "Now it's yours for life." Paul had the same treatment, then an even heavier chain than before was welded on to the ring at the bottom of the weight and we were dragged back to our resting place to spend another night in the filth of that terrible room.

When morning came we were taken to be hosed down, then, relatively clean, to another workshop, where first we were injected "That will clear all your hair away" we were told "and it will never return".

Then a further injection which gave each of us a massive erection, and a transparent tube was dragged over my cock, carefully sized to torment me with pressure. "Now the interesting bit" said our captors. The leader forced a huge piercing needle through holes in the tube and across my cock and dragged an enormous ring through, locking the tube into place. "Don't worry about infection" he said "It's self-cauterising. Don't worry about losing this little ornament either - it will be welded shut in a minute. You won't play with your little self again."

At that moment it wasn't infection that worried me but the agony in my cock and that terrible weight dragging my balls down, but I had already learned better than to try to speak.

We were dragged back to our prison hall and locked to the floor to spend another night of misery.

CHAPTER 2. The seat of the Penitent.

When morning came, after a night of fitful sleep tormented by the pain of our punishment, we awoke to find handfuls of hair on the floor among the straw - I looked across at Paul and saw that he was bald, and, as far as I could see, without body hair, and certainly when I looked down at my own tortured body all my hair had gone and my chin was free of morning stubble. Paul looked beautiful , smooth and elegant, until I saw again what had been fixed to his genitals.

The Guards came across, picking their way carefully across the floor and manacled my hands behind me.

"Breakfast time" I was told, and a dog bowl was placed on the floor along with a bowl of water, but the only way I could eat it was to plunge my face into the bowl and gobble it up like an animal. This was the first food I had been given since my arrest, so I wolfed down all I could then plunged my face into the water bowl both to drink and to try to wash. I could not understand the sadism of the guards - why had they cuffed us before our meal instead of allowing us to use our hands, and why had they carefully placed the bowls so that we could feed only by pulling ourselves to the limit of our chains and torturing our balls even more than before?

It was the beginning of a nightmare. Paul and I were released from our places and led outside. "Here we are", we were told. "Your Chariot awaits - here are the penitent seats".

Two wooden carts stood side by side, each little more than a chair on wheels with a bar at the front by which it could be pulled along. The centre of each chair was a large wooden phallus and at the base of what I though was the chair back was a hole.

Paul was taken first, forced to straddle the chair facing the back, then told to sit. "You like things up your ass" he was told. "Here's a special treat for you". Because his hands were cuffed, he could do nothing to ease himself down, especially as the guard pulled his chain through the hole in the back of the chair and dragged him down.

After that I could see no more of what was happening to my twin, for my own turn had come and I could think of nothing but my own agony. I though I would split. I love having Paul's cock inside me, but this hard and unyielding piece of timber was agony. Then they took hold of the ring in my cock, still terribly sore and painful, and pulled it up on to a hook on the outside of the chair so that I felt as if my prick was being dragged out by the roots. Bad as that was, it became worse as the chain on my balls was yanked down hard and locked on to a ring in the base of the chair.

"That's the Penitent seat" said one of the guards. "Now off we go to the market place". A couple of prisoners were brought out and harnessed to the carts and began slowly to drag us through the streets. If sitting still on that seat was bad, the journey was a nightmare, for with every bump in the road we were buffeted inside or pulled outside, but eventually it ceased and we were exhibited naked in the market place to face the jeers of the crowd.

"Now you have to beg for your keep. You have to call out to the people passing by 'please spare a copper for a poor prisoner' and if you don't get any money you don't get any food. Here's the collecting bag", and with that the guard hooked a bag on to my chain. By this time we were beyond shame, so we began to beg change from the crowd, and at first I was surprised at their generosity until I saw someone tip a handful of coppers into the bag with a sneer and the extra weight pulling on my tortured genitals became a devastating agony. We sat there weeping and begging for what seemed like days, but eventually the guards said "Your Hour is up, time to go home until tomorrow" and we were dragged back to our prison, with the money bags swinging to add to our pains.

For the next few days this was the pattern of our lives. We were fed like animals, exhibited like a freak show, and tortured both mentally and physically by our experience of the penitent seat. My scrotum began to stretch with the constant pulling, but all this meant was that there was room for my captors to add another weight. Life had become a constant nightmare with no apparent hope of awakening to anything better.

However, after a week we were hosed down when we returned from the market and taken before the magistrates again. "Never forget that you can be relieved of your burdens if you cast yourself on the mercy of the Patriarch", they told us. "At this time next week you will have the chance to make your decision". We were taken back to our captivity to wonder what this faint hope might mean.

This is the beginning of a tale. Chapter three, "The mercy of the Patriarch" will follow soon. Any comments or suggestions for the development of the tale will be welcomed by jon60@hotmail.com