The baths section of the temple was like nothing Antoine had ever seen before! The baths were huge, larger than his entire school, and filled with steaming water. Beautiful people of both sexes lounged in the water, being attended to by other beautiful people who wore collars around their throats. Frightened now, he tried to dig in his heels, to resist being dragged deeper into the temple. The men holding him had no trouble just lifting him off his feet and carrying him into the central bath. 

A woman of middle age and no-nonsense waited for him there. She sat on a bench and grunted with satisfaction when she saw him. “He is perfect, isn’t he?”

The two men holding him mumbled agreements and held Antoine’s arms away from his body as the woman approached him with a pair of scissors. “This is the start of a new life for you, pretty boy!”

She reached up and patted the magical tattoo on his cheek. “Prince Soren is going to just eat you right up! Now let’s get you out of these rags!”

“These are my best clothes!” 

“Not anymore,” she said as her scissors went to work on his tunic. “but we also must see this pretty body of yours. We’ve got to get you cleaned up for the ceremony tonight. Don’t be a prude. You’re an adult and you like sex, right?”

“I’m an adult,” he said, nodding. He liked sex just fine in the privacy of his own mind and room. “This doesn’t feel like sex to me!” 

“Well of course not,” Milka said, gently poking his stomach with the rounded tip of her scissors. “No one here would risk angering the gods by having sex with you when you’ve been pledged as a tribute to Prince Soren. He’ll want to have sex with you. Maybe in public, at the offering dinner. It’s his birthday today, you see and all the kingdoms are giving him gifts. Oh, look at you blush!”

Antoine did blush, right up to the tips of his ears. He could not have his first sexual encounter at a banquet in front of hundreds of people.

“Oh goodness, you’re a virgin! This is too perfect!” Milka purred as she started cutting his pants away. “Don’t worry, darling! The gods would not have picked you for this if you were not perfect for it.” 

“The gods should have asked me first!”

“The gods don’t ask permission from mortals, darling. Look at that pretty cock!” She reached down and caressed his cock as he gasped and tried to pull away. The men beside him held him in place for her examination. “It’s too bad we don’t have time for a piercing to heal before you’re given. Now, time for your bath. Sinel is the god of baths and will be happy to wash you, inside and out, getting you ready for your debut. Put him into the tub, boys.”

The men beside him were happy to drag him closer to the large pool of warm water. The water itself rose in greeting, taking on the form of some octopus, with many arms made of water, and a lecherous grin.”

He shouted and tried to prevent himself from being put into the water, but the water itself reached out and grabbed him. He screamed, only to have a tentacle of water, move into his mouth, almost like a kiss, caressing and exploring him. The other tentacles wasted no time at all in caressing his body, pulling his legs apart, and exploring the most private and tender places. He struggled, gurgling around the firmness in his mouth, and then arching and screaming as another firmness moved into his body through his asshole. He arched and struggled, but the water god held him and gently washed and explored his body. Finger-like firmnesses massaged his scalp, washing his hair, while others rubbed his back and played with his ass, spreading his cheeks and touching him everywhere.

While it was invasive, it wasn’t long before the water stood him back on the marble beside the bath and slapped him on his ass. Milka wrapped a towel around him, patted his shoulder, and told him how brave and good he’d been during his bath. She then led him to a gilded chair where she had him sit down. He felt a little out of his depth, a little overwhelmed. 

The men who’d been controlling him were there in a moment and they put straps around his wrists and ankles, holding him securely in the chair. Milka got ready to shave him. “The restraints are so you don’t get hurt as I shave you. If you were to move too fast or unexpectedly, you might get cut and your safety is very important to us.” 

“I’m perfectly able to shave myself, thank you!”

“Oh I expect you are, Professor.” She smirked, as she then proceeded to put shave cream on his pubic hair. “You come from a low-class area of the city and we want you to be nice and clean when you go to the prince.”

“That’s so rude,” he snapped. He was breathless though, even a little frightened to have his pubic hair shaved off. Would he look less like a man? He grunted and tried his best to pull away, but the chair and restraints held him in place as she shaved him clean, then wiped him down with a nice warm towel. She then shaved his face and trimmed his hair.

He felt very self-conscious with his pubic hair shaved but didn’t give any resistance when the men unstrapped him and got him on his feet. The next stop was the tailors and they would be dressed in clothing fit for tribute to royalty.

The tailor was a dark-skinned man wearing a blue silk suit. He smirked as his eyes lingered over Antoine’s shaved pubic area, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he handed him a pair of silken small clothes to pull on. Then silken stockings that went all the way to his knees, held up by a garter belt with golden clips. The breeches were of a deep green silk velvet. The man fastened the buckles around Antoine’s knees, making sure they were tight, but not too tight.

The shirt was a soft white linen that was open down his chest way too much for Antoine’s taste. It showed a bit of chest hair that he was glad to still have at that point. There were pearls as buttons at his cuffs, and delicate lace over his hands. The tailor muttered something rude about the state of his nails, but at that point they were out of time and did not have time to clean them up.

The jacket was of the same emerald green velvet and fit perfectly. It didn’t close fully, but had laces that crossed the front, as if to emphasize the openness of his shirt, and the skin on display. The tailor then spun him around and pulled his arms behind his back. The sleeves of the jacket had laces that were meant to be tied together, pinning his arms behind his back. “There now, my darling, you look ready for the prince!”

“I don’t want to do this! I just want to go home and take care of my students,” Antoine said softly. “Please, just let me go.”

“You’re marked by the priestess,” the tailor said, his thumb caressing the blue and sapphire mark on Antoine’s cheek. “You will never be happy without fulfilling this geas put on you by the gods. Don’t be afraid, Antoine. The gods are not cruel. They chose you, they made you to be for this very moment.”

“I’m afraid.”

“And well you should be,” the tailor said, giving him a slight slap on the ass. “Love always breaks our hearts, does it not?”