Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2011 07:24:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Society of Sextus - 2

This story is fiction for adults.  Any resemblance to real persons or
events is purely coincidental.  This story also features a variety of
explicit sexual activity, so if such offends you or you are underage please
move on.  Feedback is appreciated.  macoutmann@yahoo.com



			   THE SOCIETY OF SEXTUS
			      by Macout Mann

			II:  The Initiation Begins


On the road with Sid, this is what he told me:



I grew up in Charleston.  Known as a navy town, the place where the Civil
War started, the aristocratic heart of the Southeast, home of the
St. Cecelia Ball.  My family wasn't a part of any of that.  We lived in a
Government Housing Project, built in the 1930s for whites, but now
integrated, just like the one that had been built for blacks.  My dad
worked at whatever he could find.  My mom was always sick.  I slept on a
couch in the living room.  My two sisters shared one bedroom, my parents
the other.  It was miserable.

I had heard of Sextus.  It was a club for underprivileged teens.  They had
a real nice clubhouse.  Looked more like a fort, though.  It had been
written up in the newspaper and even in Time Magazine.  The idea was to
give its members a new lease on life by building character and doing good
works.  Sounded like a bunch of shit to me.  But it was good PR for the
dude that founded it and had put up the money to keep it going.  He was a
doctor named Michael Ransom.

I didn't know anything about Dr. Ransom.  Didn't want to.  But it turns out
that he was one of the first medical doctors in the country to specialize
in infertility.  And he had a great record of helping couples get pregnant.
People came from all over to be his patients.  And he had become very, very
rich.  And very, very famous.  And one of the things he had done with his
money was to start The Society of Sextus.  People said he was a Latin
scholar.

So here I was.  Fifteen years old.  A freshman in high school.  In the
vocational ed tract.  Hating every minute, except maybe the manual training
course.  Getting the only pleasure I had out of using my dick.

One afternoon, I was walking home from school and was encountered by Jett
Clark and two guys I'd never seen before.  "We need to talk," Jett said,
and they forced me into an alley.

Jett was a couple of years older than me, scruffy looking bastard, but hot
as hell, if you know what I mean.  The other two guys were at least his
age.  One was shirtless, and his six pack was something to see.

"You been fucking my sister!" Jett spat.

"So?" I spat back.  I thought I was goanna get my ass whipped for sure.
"She enjoyed it."

"So is she the only bitch you've been punching?" he responded.

"What difference does that make?" I tried to put up a good front.

"Just answer the question."  He was really in my face.

"O. K.," I said, "I've fucked six, maybe seven gals.  You wanna know who?
That sure as hell aint none of your business."

"So you like to fuck, do ya?"

"Fuck, yeah.  Don't everybody?"

"Then how'd you like to be able to fuck a gal anytime you had a mind to?"

"Fat chance," I smirked.

"Just answer the fuckin' question," one of the other guys demanded.

"That'd be fuckin' heaven," I laughed.

The third guy got involved.  "O. K.," he announced.  "Now, I want you to
know if you say anything to anybody else about what we're going to say,
your ass aint goanna be worth shit."  More ominously he added, "In fact,
you may not even be around to shit anymore.  Understood?"

"I...guess."

"No guessing.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You are being considered to become a member of Sextus," he continued.
"This means you'll go through a stiff examination process and a hard
initiation.  If you want to become a member, you still might not make it.
And being in Sextus involves everything you've ever heard about it, but
also you'll be able to have sex anytime you want, and that's the big plus
other folks don't know about.  Are you interested?"

I thought for sure they were shitting me, but I thought just a second
before saying "Sure."

"That's good.  The first step is to have a medical exam.  Tomorrow after
school go to Dr. Ransom's office."  He handed me a card with the address on
it. "Go to the back door and give this card to whoever answers.  We'll meet
you back here at the same time Thursday.  And good luck."

"And I don't give a shit how often you fuck Ginger," Jett said, as they
walked away.


Well, I wasn't sure if I should keep the appointment.  The card the dude'd
given me seemed legit., but.....well, what the hell?

I showed up at Dr. Ransom's office's back door and was immediately taken to
an examining room.  A nurse came in and told me to strip, then said she'd
be back.  She looked at my expression and said, "We don't have false
modesty around here."

So I was naked, when she came back.  Half hard and curious.  She
efficiently took my blood pressure, then took blood from my arm, and then
told me to wait.  The doctor would come in a minute.

It was a long minute.  When the doctor finally came, he and his nurse
conducted the most complete examination I'd ever had.  Heart, lungs, even
prostate.  Then the doctor said, "We need a sperm sample.  Nurse Fuller
will help you, but when you are about to cum, let her know so she can
collect your semen."

While the doctor looked on, the nurse first jacked me and then went down on
me.  I was in total shock as she expertly sucked on my prong.  It was less
than thirty seconds later that I moaned "I'm goanna cum," and she pulled
off, grabbed my dick, and directed my spurt into a glass container.

"Very good," Dr. Ransom said.  "You have good volume and a nice dick."  He
fondled me gently, which disturbed me and excited me at the same time.  I'd
never been touched by a guy before.

"We will be in touch as soon as the test results are back," he said.  "It
was good meeting you, Sid.  Thanks for coming.  You can get dressed now."


I thought the whole thing was weird as hell, and I'd almost forgotten about
our Thursday meeting, until the same three guys appeared out of the alley.

"Congratulations," Jett said.  "You passed the first test. Dr. Ransom wants
to see you at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Go to the back door again."

One of the other guys added, "And don't forget.  Not a word about any of
this to anybody..., or else.

"And another thing, tomorrow don't wear no underwear.  A Sextus always goes
commando."  He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing bare skin under
his jeans.  "Like this."

Then they turned and walked away.


This time I was shown into the doctor's private office.  God, it was fancy.
Big desk with two leather side chairs, plush carpet, velour drapes, and to
the side a couch and coffee table.  I was told to have a seat on the couch
and wait.  It was several minutes before he came in.  He removed his coat,
and his tailored shirt showed what good shape he was in.  Fucker must
exercise all the time.

"Hi, Sid," he began, "Sorry to keep you waiting.  I wanted to finish seeing
patients before we talked."  He sat down on the couch next to me.

"You are a very healthy young man," he continued.  "No sign of v.d.  A huge
store of sperm cells in your semen.  Strong heart.  And the boys say you
really like sex."

"Yessir," I responded.

"Well," he said, "sex is what Sextus is all about.  Oh, we do our good
works.  Take Christmas to needy families.  That's so important.  Every
summer, we pick up trash on the beach.  Do almost anything some civic
organization asks us to do.  But I've always thought that a having good sex
is the most important thing in life.  And especially for young people like
you.  Good sex in all its forms, if you know what I mean."

"I don't guess I do."

"Well all of our members regularly engage with the opposite sex; and most,
not all, like to play around with other members of their own sex."  His
hand fondled my dick through the thin fabric of my well-worn jeans.  "You
remember I told you the other day that you had a nice dick.  Has another
guy ever sucked you off?"

"N...n...nah," I mumbled.

"I think you'll enjoy it."

I was fucking panicked, and I was petrified, as he undid my fly.  "Ah,
you're free-balling.  That's nice," he cooed.  My dick was at attention,
despite my feelings; and when he took it into his warm, well-practiced
mouth, my feelings immediately changed.  Sure I'd had gals eat me, but this
was totally different.  I gave myself to him in total surrender.

"I'm goanna cum," I called out; but he didn't stop.  I shot my load into
his willing throat and he drank every drop.

"You did enjoy that," he said.  "I did too.  And that's what I mean by `sex
in all its forms.'  People deny themselves for no reason.

"As I said, after initiation, some members choose not to engage with
members of their own sex, and after initiation they don't have to.  I think
they're missing half the fun.

"But are you willing to be open-minded, Sid?"

I realized this was a make or break question, and after just getting blowed
by Dr. Ransom I was open-minded as hell, so I said, "Sure."

"Good," he responded.  "Now, as you know, you have passed the initial
tests. Next, Jett, your sponsor, will propose you to the membership.  The
meeting will be next week.  We don't have a "blackball" process as such,
but if a member objects to you, there will be further investigation.  I
can't recall any problem with anyone who's gotten as far as this in the
process.  So I'll go ahead and explain the next steps.

"When you are accepted and until after your initiation is complete, you
will become a `knave.'  The initiation involves three tests.  Obedience.
Virility.  Bravery.  Although all three must be passed, to me anyway the
most important is Virility.

"As you know, my medical practice is infertility.  Couples come to me, when
they are having trouble having babies.  Sometimes, the trouble is that the
husband doesn't produce sperm cells.  In that case, it is fairly easy to
introduce someone else's sperm into the wife's uterus and pregnancy occurs.

Now this can be done by artificial insemination, but at present this method
has its problems, and I prefer to have it done the old fashioned way.  It's
more pleasant for the woman, and it makes her realize that she has really
been impregnated.  Also, by balancing the physical features of the donor,
blood type, that sort of thing, we can insure that the infant will look
somewhat like her husband.

"That's where the Sextus boys come in.  All male members of the society are
available to provide sperm.  As part of your initiation, you will be
required to father a child for one of these couples.  We will insure that
it's the right point in her period for the prospective mother to conceive,
when you visit her and have sex.  Almost always we succeed the first time.
Sometimes the perspective father knows what's happening, usually he
doesn't.  Rarely, he wants to watch, and we have no problem with that.  We
give you extensive instruction in how to deal with your partner.  It
depends on the woman.  Some have no problem having sex with the donor.
Others have moral concerns and need to be handled very gently.  Most
require extensive foreplay.  By the time you penetrate them, they are most
always ready and anxious to receive you.

"One other thing is that although your first impregnation is part of your
initiation, if your future services are required, either with the same or
another woman, you will be paid very handsomely.

"Do you have any problem with what I've outlined so far?"

"Shit no!  That is.....no, I'd be willing."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm.

"Now for Bravery.  At a meeting of the club, you and another member will
fight naked with knives until one of you draws blood.  Not as bad as it
sounds, really."  He produced a knife for me to look at.  "These knives
have been designed so they will draw blood, but can't really do serious
harm.  As you see, this little shield won't allow the point to penetrate
the skin beyond a eighth of an inch.  And the blade below the shield has
been dulled.  Both I and my nurse will be there to deal with the wounds
anyway.  It's basically a test of how much guts you have.  O.K.?"

"No problem."

"Then there's Obedience.  This is where we sometimes encounter resistance
from candidates, but every male member of the society has done it.  At
various times and places you will be required to suck off a member on
command.  A total of six encounters in all."

"But I....."

"Believe me it's no big thing.  I just sucked you off and you enjoyed it,
and I enjoyed it.  Some men don't like to suck, but it's not going to do
you any harm.

"And I know what you're thinking.  I'm queer and I get off on sucking dick.
I do get off on sucking dick, but I'm not queer.  My nurse is still here,
and I'll gladly fuck her while you watch, if you want me to.  I'm what is
known as a bisexual, and I think most people would be, if we had the right
attitudes toward sex.  There is nothing wrong with any sexual act, as long
as it is consensual."

"Well, since you put it that way....."

"Good.  Now for the part you'll really like.  Have you ever had a virgin?"

"Hell no!"

"Well, there are an equal number of males and females in Sextus.  You and a
girl will be admitted at the same ceremony, and you will fuck her.  And she
will be a willing virgin."

"No kidding!"

"No kidding.  Think you can handle that?"

"You bet I can, Doc."

"Well Jett will propose you, and you will be notified if you are to become
a knave."  He again reached over and fondled my dick.  I realized that my
jeans were still open.  "You'd better zip up and be on your way, or I might
be tempted."


The idea of having as much pussy as I wanted and whatever else I might get
into kept me excited most of the next week.

Thursday afternoon, Jett and two new guys I didn't know met me, and we went
down the same alley.  This time Jett introduced me to Carl, whom he
identified as President of Sextus.  The third dude just stood there.  Jett
said that I had been voted in and Carl congratulated me and said I was now
a knave.  Then, the third guy unbuttoned his 501s and let them fall to his
ankles.  "Hello, knave," he said, "suck this."

It finally hit me.  I was going to have to suck six guys' dicks while
people watched.

"Go ahead," Jett commanded.

I got on my knees, took the base of his shaft in my right hand, and put the
head in my mouth.  Well, I didn't keel over.  It didn't taste bad.

"Take it all," Jett said.  "Careful of your teeth."

I slid my face down the length of his dick--it was about seven inches--and
buried my nose in his pubes.

"You goanna suck or do you want him to fuck your face?" Jett asked.

I began to move my head back and forth along his prong, and as I developed
a rhythm, I got into the spirit of the thing.  Sucking dick wasn't half
bad.  As I increased my speed, he grabbed my head and did start to fuck my
face.  I realized it was like getting to the short strokes when fucking a
gal.  Without warning he exploded against my throat.  I gagged briefly, but
then got the hang of swallowing, and only a little of his cum ran down my
chin.

"Eat the rest of it," Jett ordered.

I complied.

Without a word the three of them walked away.  I had noticed that all of
the guys that had talked to me about Sextus had this tattoo on their left
hand, so I decided to be very careful when I saw that tat.  But I also
decided that sucking dick was not going to kill me.


I had already invited Jett's sister, Ginger, to go to a movie Saturday
night.  When I picked her up, she told me she'd invited her friend, Misty
and her boyfriend to come along. I said that would be fine.  I figured
after the movie we could all have a coke or something, then me and Ginger
would ditch the other two and get down to fucking, like we usually did.

I noticed that the boyfriend had the tat, and for the first time I realized
that Jett's sister had a tat.  It was different from the boys'.  Same
colors, but looked more like a pussy with a giant clit.  But it had SEXTUS
in a half circle underneath.  Misty didn't have one, so I figured I was
safe.

We watched the movie.  Both of us guys did our thing, including playing
with our date's tits and even finger fucking.  After the movie, the gals
had to go to the girls' room, like they always do.  "I gotta take a piss
too," my companion said.  "Come on."  I followed him into the men's room,
and as soon as we'd gone in, an "out of order" sign was hung on the door.
There was an older man at a urinal and a kid washing his hands.  They left,
while the two of us were still pissing.  Then, one of the stall doors
opened and three guys came out.  One of `em walked up to me, opened his
jeans just like the first one had on Thursday, and said, "Hello, knave.
Suck this."

I had no idea that no one would be walking through the door, so I was
panicked.  But with the three others looking on, I knew I had no choice.  I
knelt down right there in front of the urinals and took him in my mouth.
He was older and bigger than me and his dick seemed huge, but I managed to
get on it without scraping my teeth.

"Use your tongue," he commanded.  I complied.

The others began to comment.  "He likes it, don't he?" one said.

"Born cocksucker," another one added.

I knew they were trying to put me down, and they succeeded.  I was really
pissed.  But I kept sucking and even slipped my tongue into his slit a
coupla times.  And when he dropped his load, I managed to swallow it all.

I was still on my knees, when the four of them walked out.  I suddenly
realized that my dick was still hanging out of my jeans from when I was
pissing.  I had stood up and was beginning to zip up, but was still facing
away from the urinals, when the door opened and other movie goers began to
come in.  Misty's date was one of them.  "You coming?" he called.


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