Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2014 03:44:54 -0700 From: Blake Cotera <blakester9999@yahoo.com> Subject: A Priest's Discipline - Part 2 A Priest's Discipline Blakester9999@yahoo.com Morning regiment was always the same. Morning prayers, breakfast, activities – which were races, swimming and various athletic events like soccer. During breakfast the brown haired seminarian (his name was Brother John) approached me and told me to report to the church instead of going to activities. My heart sank. I thought they were going to send me home. I was sure of it. I thought that was my punishment. I went to the church and was called back to a room underneath the church. It was an office with a desk and lots of file cabinets. Brother John sat at the desk, I stood in front of it, knees wobbling. "Tell us why you were spying on Brother Steven last night." I looked behind me and Brother Steven was standing behind me in his long black robe, looking very stern as he always did. I explained I wasn't spying, that I just got up to go to the bathroom and he was there. "Do you deny looking at him while he was bathing?". I had no idea what to say. "I'm very sorry." "So you admit you were looking at Brother Steven." "Um...yes sir. I guess." "Why?" Oh God what am I supposed to say? "I just...I dunno. I guess cuz he just looks...I dunno...different from me." "Different in what way?" Oh my God is he going to make me say it – right in front of him? "Um...I dunno. Cuz he's got...like...um...hair on his body I guess." Jeez this is embarrassing. "What hair are you referring to son?" "Um...like...on his chest. And arms. And legs and stuff." "Where else?" Oh God what am I supposed to say? "Um...like on..." What was I supposed to call it? "...on his wiener". As soon as I said it I heard Brother Steven start laughing. Did I really just say something about Brother Steven's wiener? "That's ok son. It's part of a man growing up. You'll have your man-hair someday soon. Do you have any yet?" "Um...a little. I guess..." "Remove your clothing and let us see how close you are to manhood." I was mortified. I was a very, very modest kid. But I didn't have much choice. I pulled off my shirt, then my shorts, then my underpants. I never felt so exposed in my life. Brother Steven walked around from behind me and was standing next to Brother John, looking at my private parts. Brother Steven held up his hand and made a fist with only his pinky finger extended up. "He's hung like a chipmunk hahahaha." I've never felt so shamed. Brother John said, "Do you understand now why you were looking at Brother Steven last night?" "Yes father" "I'm not a priest my son. You may not call me `father'. I am your elder, so you may address me as sir. Now, tell me why you were looking at Brother Steven last night." I could barely chock out the words. I was naked, embarrassed, feeling very small, and was about to choke out the most humbling words of my life. "Because...um...he's got...um...a big wiener." I was looking Brother John in the eye. But I glanced over at Brother Steven and for the first time that stern look broke with something far, far worse – a big, wide smirk. "Would you like to have a big, hairy penis like Brother Steven son?" "Yes sir." "Do you know it's a sin to covet that which you do not have?" Shit I never thought of that. "Um...yes sir." "Your penance must be commensurate with that which you covet." I had no idea what that meant. But 5 minutes later I was back standing nude in front of the two seminarians, with the little amount of cock hair I had on me now completely shaved off. My penance was to surrender the small amount of pubic hair which made me a man. Laying over the desk while Brother John held me down and Brother Steven shaved me was humiliating, but the worst part was that while they were shaving my sparse pubies my penis became stiff. And they laughed. As I dressed and walked out of the office, Brother John said to Brother Steven, "Let's place a call to his home and inform his parents that he will need an additional week here..."