Escaping a cult

2009, Undisclosed Location

My real name is Levi, my last name omitted, and I escaped a cult at age 19. I remember it like it was yesterday. Though I’ve been hesitant to tell this story. I’ve made sure to change some locations, names, and some of my features so nobody who is a member of the said cult, will be able track who I really am, if they even still exist. Writing this might put me in some danger but I need to tell this story for my soul and to find some freedom.

It was a Sunday morning, I remember looking at the clock on the pale wall, it read 5:30am. I slowly got up from the ground and made my way to the kitchen. Underneath the sink was a pair of white briefs, some white shoes, and a small clip of money. Since I was naked, I put the briefs on first and then slowly slipped on the shoes. I placed the small clip of money into my briefs near my groin. On the floor slept 12 other guys, our leader was asleep on the couch, his hand in his crotch, he was the only one allowed to wear clothes at rest time.

I remember the feeling of anxiety creeping into my lungs. My tan body shaking, my nipples hard from the cold air, it was a cool November morning when I made my desperate escape. I slowly walked towards the front door when one of the men on the floor woke up.

“Levi?” he asked as he rubbed his eyes, still half asleep.

Without even thinking I ran. I ran as fast as I could through the nearby woods. The leaves ruffled by my footsteps, my body freezing from the air, and sounds of voices behind me made me pickup my pace. I had no semblance of time or where I was heading but I knew I couldn’t stop.

I kept on running until my feet gave out and even then, I never cleared from the woods. Around me were massive trees, leaves brown and red from the season. On the ground were leaves in orange and brown, beautiful in the moment, but terrifying in the fact I was getting lost. They would help cover my tacks but not for long. In the distance I could hear ruffling of footsteps, someone was approaching me. I hid beneath some trees and hoped my assailant would pass me by, but he was on my trail and he knew I was hiding.

“Brother Levi!” he shouted, I knew his voice was that of Brother Josh, he was older than me and had been a member for a long time.

“Brother Levi!” he shouted once more. I closed my hazel eyes hoping that would make him disappear, a child’s instinct, I was foolish.

“I’ve tracked your steps to this location. You need to come out now before anyone else comes and finds you. If I’m not back in 20 minutes, Father Jeff will come out and you know he wont give up.” His words were clear and I knew he was right. I slowly got up from my hiding spot and was met with his furious blue eyes.

Brother Josh was 6 ft tall. He had dark hair, a slender body, but he was very strong in stature. He could easily overpower me and I knew he was faster than me. I stood aways from him, my head hanging low. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

“Why did you run brother?” he asked, shivering from the cold, only wearing a pair of shoes, his hairy uncut cock dangling in the wind.

“I want to leave. I was told I could leave at any time. But every time I try to leave, I get hurt and chased down. Please I want to leave.” I pleaded, tears rolling down my caramel-colored face.

“That’s not how it works Brother Levi. You know that. Come back with me, apologize, and all will be forgiven, Father loves you.” Brother Josh thought he was being sincere but I was scared.

“No he doesn’t. And I don’t love him. Not anymore, not after everything he has done. I want to leave. Please let me leave. I have some cash you can have.” I said pulling a small wad of cash from my dirt covered briefs.

“Money doesn’t buy anything real brother. Come back with me now before Father comes out to get you.”

“I’ll let you humiliate me, if you let me go. I know it’s something you’ve always wanted to do.” Brother Josh had told me one of his kinks was humiliation and he was trying his best to suppress those urges during one of our group circle jerks, something that was required once a month to perform.

Brother Josh looked back in the direction of our “home” and then back at me. He did this a few times before turning back to me.

“Fine but you have to promise to do everything I say and if you end up getting caught by father you won’t tell him anything. Understand?” Brother Josh asked his voice serious in nature.

“Yes sir.” I replied, knowing that being submissive is what Brother Josh liked.

“Good now pull your briefs off and stick them in your mouth.” Brother Josh ordered.

I complied. I slipped off my dirty white briefs, exposing my hairy tan cock to the cold air, and stuck them in my mouth.

“Fuck. Now do some jumping jacks.” He ordered as he stared at my dangling member.

I did a full set of 10 jumping jacks. Brother Josh sat on the crumbled leaves and began to stroke his meat, while watching my cock and balls bounce up and down and all over.

“Good boy. Now crawl on all fours to me and drink my piss. After that you can go.”

I did what he said. I got on all fours and crawled to him. He had a devilish look in his eye. He was enjoying this. I pulled the briefs out of my mouth and stood over his cock with my mouth open. He pushed my head onto his cock head and began to piss in mouth.

“GAA!” I muttered as I began to gag on the piss hitting my throat.

“Take it! Take it!” He yelled as he continued to piss in my mouth.

I could feel myself about to puke that I jerked hard from his pissing cock and was able to get myself free. The piss was dripping from my mouth. He stood up quickly and looked around the woods, he must’ve heard something.

“Get out of here now. Hurry faggot!” He yelled as he rushed off towards our “home”.

I slipped my dirty briefs back on and continued in the opposite direction. I ran for what seemed like all night. As darkness fell, I could feel my body shaking furiously and I was starting to lose feeling in my feet. Suddenly I saw a light in the distance. I never stopped running and when I broke free of the woods, I met a lamp post.

I hugged the light. Fearing for my life and feeling nauseous from drinking piss, I tried my best to walk down the street but was losing feeling in my legs now. As soon as I dropped to the cold gravel, I saw two lights coming my way. Waving my arms in the air, I signaled for them to stop. Passing out I never knew if the first set of lights were the ones that stopped to help me.

I awoke in an elderly man’s car. He had the heat on, some light jazz music playing, and was bundled up himself. He looked at me with his brown eyes, his skin weathered with time. He gave me a small grin and turned his attention back to the road.

“I would have taken you to the hospital but you kind of look like you’re on the run.” He said as he moved the gray blanket, that covered me, back up to my shoulders.

“Thank you.” I replied, noticing that the sun was beginning to poke out of the horizon.

“Any place you want to go specifically?” the older pale gentleman asked, as he readjusted his glasses.

“Not really. Just far away from wherever I was picked up.” I said coughing into my elbow.

As he kept on driving, I browsed the scenery out the window. It was familiar yet different. I saw the woods get less dense, the grass become less plentiful, and civilization was becoming more predominant. I was definitely someplace new.

“Well, I’ve been driving all night and I plan on staying at the motel up here. You’re more than welcome to stay the night or you can hitch a ride somewhere else.” He said as he made a turn into a Motel 6.

“Well, I’d like to keep going if at all possible. I need to get far away from here. You wouldn’t happen to have any clothes I could borrow?” I asked, hoping he would extend a hand, seeing that I was still in my dirt covered briefs.

“No I don’t. But maybe after a nice shower and bath I could get you some.” He said with a grin, I knew where this was going.

We entered the motel room, I was still wrapped up in the gray blanket, the autumn air freezing. The room was small, a single bed. The room had a few lamps, a bathroom area complete with a vanity and mirror. The floor was a brown carpet, the walls brown as well. It was ugly but convenient. I spotted a telephone on the table next to the white sheeted bed.

The older man, looking to be in his late 60s or early 70s, dropped his small suitcase by the foot of the bed and proceeded into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I quickly looked in his bag for money, keys, or something, but found nothing but some clothes, a small black pouch, and a couple pairs of pants, that were too big for me.

“I’ve made you a shower son.” He said as he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but some baby blue boxers and a white tank top, exposing his gray hairy chest.

“I’m really tied.” I lied, trying to yawn.

“Well sleep can come later. But first I want you to shower. Then you are going to lay on the bed naked. If you don’t, I’ll have to call the police and I’m sure you don’t want anyone looking for you.” His gentle voice was now stern, like how I imagined a drill sergeant would be.

“Yes sir,” I replied, knowing how to play this game.

“Good boy. Now go get cleaned up. And when you finish, I want you naked and to lie on your back when you get on this bed.” He demanded pointing to the bed where I was standing near.

I nodded. I dropped the gray blanket and marched into the bathroom. I removed my dirt covered briefs and proceeded to shower myself. I made sure to scrub my hairy ass very clean, knowing full and well what was about to happen.

After my shower I walked out of the bathroom, dried myself off, and then crept my way to the bed, for which the old man was sitting on. I moved my cold naked tan body on the bed, my smooth torso exposed to the cool air of the motel room. My hairy cock just dangled to the right and my stomach contorted as I was sure this was not going to end well.

The older man got up and tuned to me. He looked at my naked, shivering body for a long time. I closed my eyes hoping whatever he was going to do would be over soon. Unfortunately for me, he was just getting started.

Next thing I knew I was being gagged. It was a red ball gag with black straps. He made sure it was tight, the straps were pinching my cheeks. Next, he tied my arms to the restraints that were placed under the bed. He must’ve put them together while I was in the shower. Next, he tied my feet together with a thing brown rope. After finishing with my feet, his eyes drew up towards my nutsack.

He grabbed a similar piece of rope from his duffle bag and proceeded to tie my nuts up. He attached the rope to my feet bindings, so If I jerked my feet at all, it would tug on my hairy nuts.

Finally, he looked at my smooth dark nipples. He touched them slowly to get them fully erect before he added some clothespins to each one.

“OW!” I yelled.

Whack!

He slapped me in the face, hard.

“You need to shut up!” He said in a stern voice.

There I was, arms tied up apart, a ball gag muffling my sounds, my nipples clothes-pinned, my hairy nuts getting a tug from my bound feet, my whole body naked and afraid. I kept thinking to myself that this was better than the police being notified of my presence. If the police found me, I’m sure “Father” would find me.

The older man grabbed a small black bag from his duffle bag. I wiggled my body a bit hoping I could free of my restraints, but it was not working. The older man placed the bag on the small table next to bed. He grabbed a small wipe and proceeded to wipe my cock head.

“Sounding. It’s an art form to me. Most guys don’t ever want to try it but for me it’s such a great experience. I’ve always loved seeing young men wriggle in pain from something so simple being stuck in their cocks. The problem I find is many young guns like yourself, say they want it, but whine it comes down to it they just ghost people like me. To be honest, I had some guy cancel a few hours before I saw you. Now I drove all this way to do this and I’m not going to waste the opportunity on such a fine specimen such as you.”

“Nagh!” I protested, thrashing my head back and forth, knowing I didn’t want some metal rod in my cock.

“Shh! This is going to be fun. I plan on using all of them on you. I mean it’s the least you can do since I gave you a free ride. When I’m all done, I’ll untie you and you can even spend the night. But trust me nothing in this world is free boy.” He said as he petted my wavy brown hair, placing a small kiss on forehead.

Tears came pouring from my eyes. From one nightmare to another. This fucker had me where he wanted. I had no chance of escape. He was going to torture me sexually, something I was used to in the cult.

Sexual torture in the cult happened a lot. It happened when you broke any rule. I was sat on dildo for 3 hours for eating without permission, I had my cock zapped for being out after curfew, and the worst was being tied to the flagpole and having people piss on me whenever they wanted to for 3 whole days.

Back to the nightmare at hand. He finished wiping my cockhead clean, making sure he wiped away all the germs. Next he put on some latex free black gloves. He kept smiling at me, knowing full and well I was going to scream. He grabbed a small metal rod from the back pouch, it was thin in size but long in length.

“3mm” he said as he put a bit of lube on my cockhead and then on the metal rod.

He grabbed my cock head with one hand and opened my penis slit. He rubbed the rod by my slits opening, making sure it was lubed up.

“Pwease!” I yelled, hoping he wouldn’t do this.

He didn’t stop. He slowly placed the rod into my urethra, making very small twists with the rod. The feeling was painful, scary, erotic, and many more things. I felt pain but also felt something more.

He continued to move the rod deeper into my shaft, as I howled with every single movement of the rod. Finally, he stopped and I could feel it all the way near my nutsack. He took a step back and grabbed his cellphone from under the bed, Fucker!

He snapped a few pics, making sure to get my face too. After the pics he leaned near my cock head and admired the rod protruding from the top. He gave it a few more twists to see my body wriggle in pain.

“Good boy. I think you might like it, since that brown cock of yours is getting a bit stiffer. Lets go up a few sizes. How about 5mm?” He asked knowing full and well he would do it anyway.

When he pulled out the rod, the feeling almost felt like letting out a long piss you’ve held in all day. He wiped the rod off and placed it back in the black pouch. I took a few deep breaths, preparing myself for another rod. My nips were beginning to tingle from being clamped.

He added more lube to my cockhead and proceeded to tease my cock head with the 5mm rod. He would enter it only a few cms as a way to tease and torment me. His smile was sadistic, his eyes looking at my stiffening cut cock.

“Cant wait to see how big I can stretch your slit open.” He said laughing as he opened my penis slit wider as he placed the 5mm rod into my urethra.

“Fwak!” I yelled, pulling my arms hoping to break free of my bonds, they gave a little.

He placed the rod deep into my cock. This time pushing it down and then back up, never hitting as deep as he did before. It hurt but felt good. My cock betrayed me and became fully erect. I looked down and saw my standing hairy cock sitting upright as a metal rod stuck out of the top. I could feel a bit of pre-cum emerge from the depths of my cock. His warm tongue touched the tip of my cock.

“Hmm, sweet.” He said savoring my sweet cock juice.

He continued his assault of cock shaft, making sure to stick the rod deeper and deeper this time. The feeling was pure agony but erotic, I wasn’t sure if should moan in pleasure or scream in pain.

The older man started to move the skin on my cock up and down. He was beginning to masturbate me with the rod still inside. The feeling was intense as it hurt but felt good. I could feel my body begin to succumb to the touch as my cock stiffened a bit more. More pre-cum oozed from the top as the older man would stop stroking me, he’d lick it all up, and then proceed to stroke me some more.

“That boy batter tastes good. I could eat it all day.” He said as he slurped more from the side of my slit, as I was now oozing pre-cum with every single stroke.

As he enjoyed the sweet juices from my cock, he used his other hand to stop stroking and diverted his attention to my hairy nuts. He slowly fondled my balls with his fingers, almost like he was playing with those small metal medicine balls for carpal tunnel. He continued my nut massage for a few minutes and then noticed my cock begin to shrink a bit. Once the shrinkage happened his attention was back on moving the rod to keep my hard.

“I know boy, don’t worry. I wasn’t going to play with your nuts for too long. Maybe after I’m done with this cock torture, we can shave those hairy nuts of yours? Huh?” He asked smiling at me as he proceeded to move the rod up and down.

“I don’t mind some hair but I like my boys smooth. So, I’ll have to shave your pubes too boy. Its thick for a twink like you.” He admitted as he grabbed some of my dark pubic hair with his hand.

“OW!” I yelled as he pulled out a few hairs.

“For my collection.” He said as he showed me the few pubes he had pulled from my body and placed them on the table next to the telephone.

An hour passed and he never stopped his torture. He continued to move the rod up and down anytime he saw me shrink and he continued to drink any of my juices that escaped my body. Suddenly he pulled the 5mm rod out of my shaft.

“Ugh!” I moaned, feeling a sense of relief as my stiff brown cock felt normal.

“I’m not done yet boy. We got to stretch it open wider and wider. I need to be able to look into your slit and see the bottom of your sack.” He said as he wiped the 5mm rod off and placed it back into the black pouch.

Using whatever strength I had, I pulled and wiggled to see if I could break free yet. The restraints on my wrists were giving a little but I needed more time to break free. Sadly, I was out of time.

“Now this one,” he said as he showed me one of the thickest rods I had ever seen, “is about 15mm in length. This will probably hurt but I’m hoping it will. Now hold still or ill squeeze your cock hard.” He said as I tried to wiggle free.

This time I was scared. The rod was thick and a huge leap in size to the previous one. My cock stayed hard as he added lube to my cockhead, making sure to lather my slit. He placed the thick rod on my cock head, rolling it all over the lube, as he used the rod to make my cock bounce up and down.

“Pwease.” I begged, he just smiled at me, a smile I would never forget.

Suddenly, he opened my cock slit up again and slowly pressed the tip of the rod into my cockhole. The pain was immense as I could feel myself stretching, the rod was as cold as ice.

“Fuck!” I screamed through the gag as he had now placed the rod into the tip of my cockhead, as he laughed while doing it.

Knock

Knock

A knock from the door. Luck was on my side. The older man quickly placed a piece of tape over my mouth and pulled the rod from my cock head, my slit returning to normal. He ran to the door quickly as I slowly tried to wiggle free. I could only hear pieces of the conversation as the older man was whispering.

“No thank you, no thank you.” The older man said.

The other voice mumbled, but I was working on breaking free.

“No thank you, I’m not interested in any travel plans in the area.” The older man said again.

The conversation was over. The door was closed. The older man let out a sigh. He turned around to look at me, but I was no longer on the bed.

“Fucker!” I yelled as I hit the older man on the head with the motel telephone. He went down hard. Not sure if I killed him but I didn’t care. I searched through his bag, I grabbed his keys, a pair of his pants, and a shirt, and left him for dead in the motel room.

I made my way to his vehicle and started it up right away. My wrists bruised, my cock and balls in pain, my mouth had red marks from the tightness of the gag. I pulled out of the motel quickly and drove off through town, never looking back.

When the next dawn broke, I realized I was almost out of gas. I ditched the car on the side of the road and walked towards the nearest town. In town I stopped at a gas station and asked to use the phone. I called a nearby relative to come get me. I waited for 4 hours at the gas station until my nightmare had ended.

It took me 3 months before I went to the police. I asked to remain hidden/anonymous as much as possible. They went after the cult for what they did to me and countless others, but the cult was never found, as they moved to another location by the time the cops found the place. I changed my name to Kyle and never spoke of the incident publicly or in any of my stories because I wasn’t sure if I could venture down this road again and bring up all the trauma, which is still with me to this day.

As for the older man, I never told anyone. In fear of being arrested for assault but more out of shame. I was already traumatized enough; I didn’t want to risk anymore to my mental health.

During the 10 plus years since my escape, I have only seen one cult member in civilization. We only nodded to each other, as he had escaped to. We never spoke, stayed in contact, we just knew we had survived/escaped where others could not.

Writing about how I got into the cult, what happened, what we did, etc will come in due time. But my escape is so crazy and is a nightmare that its better to know the ending than the beginning.