Look for your box of hidden secrets.

It's been nearly five years since you've been locked. A Crusader, breaking his vow of chastity was a serious crime but **** even more so, enough to warrant beheading. But in God's grace they sentenced you to confinement and later chastity. At first you were relieved. Finally you would taste the open air, feel the sun on your face again. However, in due time you understood chastity came with its own struggles, the biggest being the inability to self-pleasure.

Masturbation was of course another sin in the Order, but one less frowned upon than sex. As your mentor Alton once mentioned, if the Order locked away every man guilty of self-pleasure, it would be but empty halls. Often you dreamed of pulling your cock out and stretching it beyond its metal bars. The first year was unbearable, the second near impossible. It was only after you met with Alton, who came back after his long voyage across sea that he gifted you something peculiar.

Reaching past the layers of clothes and finally the book of holy text did you feel a smooth box. Your mentor Alton had always been an eccentric man, one of devilish tastes which you fear in hindsight must have made its strong impression on you. But if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have discovered this odd method of self relief. The satisfying click of the box opening stirs your cock again and you wince in pain. Even though you could scarcely see it, you could feel it. The smooth, curved piece of wood, the size any man would be proud having. For three years now you've been using it to relieve yourself. Unconventional and outright sinful to most, it was however not against the sacred text. Most likely because no one in the Order besides you or Alton had come across such a thing, but said wooden cock was the crowning savior to your most troubling circumstance. Of course, that is, next to God.

You could feel your ass pucker in learned response. Quickly checking behind you again, you make sure the door is still hatched shut. Before leaving again on his long voyage, Sir Alton had left you with another, larger gift. One that was a lot longer and much girthier than the first.

"I'm sure you've loosened it up a bit since we last met."

You could hear your mentor's snide comment echo inside your ear as you reach for it. Certainly it was long but it was the girth that frightened you. Or was it excitement? You had secretly longed for it in the Capital but you feared being discovered. If your years at court taught you anything it was that even the walls had ears and eyes. Quickly brushing away the unpleasant thoughts of court life, you finally grasp the cock in both hands and feel its entire weight for the first time. You lick your lips in anticipation as you gently swallow the head. Of course this had nothing to do with the self-pleasuring part but as of late you've gotten into the odd habit of preparing it in this manner. As the length of the cock slides gently past your tongue, you work your way down to its base. You realize upon feeling its every corner that there are details the first one lacked. At times you entertained the thought of having an actual man inside your mouth. It is strange since once you are relieved of your urge the idea disgusts you. But in the moment of the act, it does not seem so vile.

After what you deem is enough spit you grab for the oil and let it drip down the member. After sufficiently rubbing it down, you wet your fingers then maneuver two inside your ass. As you expected it had sufficiently tightened since your long stay at Morin's castle but upon several circular motions and prodding, it loosens up. To your surprise and slight relief, it opens up again and swallows three fingers with ease.