Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 21:54:17 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Lambda Psi 7

Lambda Psi
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


Seven:  Life Is What Happens Between Good Fucks

We made our statements and were preparing to leave when this fellow came in
demanding his friends be released.  Javed almost fainted when he saw the
man.  I could feel the rage growing in him and Dirk and I had to
concentrate very hard to calm him down.  Norman could see what was
happening but did not quite know what it was or about.

"That man is one of the Revolutionary Guards that raped and killed my
sister in Iran." He blurted out then fell into a chair.

"Norman," I said.  "Why don't you just go out and arrest the bastard for
immigration violations and suspicion of murder."

Carlson was dumbfounded.  Norman did that, while Dirk was on his cell
phone.  Norman came in with the man's name and so on.

"The Home Land Security people will be by in the morning to take care of
Mr. Khomeini.  Javed you need to quickly get your story on paper."

I was quite a story too.  In brief.  At 16 Javed's father was taken to
prison on some made up charges.  The Revolutionary Guards, well six of them
anyway, invaded his home.  Tied his mother to a char.  Stripe him and tied
him up.  Proceeded to rape his younger sister and kill her, forcing him and
his mother to watch.  Then three of them raped and shot him.  Leaving him
for dead.  He was just wounded.  Showing us the scar.  The bullet passed
through and his mother got loose and managed to stop the bleeding.  He
escaped and was brought to Detroit.  About 6 months ago he saw one of those
attackers at the mosque.  He did not think he had been recognized but he
must have been.  Anyway he fled here and has stayed way way from the
mosque.  He did not know the names of the attackers but would never forget
their faces.

Norman went out and talked the the desk officer and came back with a paper
showing Javed's picture and some Persian writing.  Javed translated
it. Find this man and bring him to the mosque dead or alive for $500.

"Hell, I should be worth a lot more than that," Javed said.

This time he had a smile on his face.  I think telling his story has taken
a great weight from his sole.  Norman took the translation to the
office. We filed our reports and went home.

We would not let Javed go to his apartment and made him come with us.  He
trusted us not to harm him physically.  I did not think we could harm him
mentally, any more then he already had been.  His statement had been very
complete with times and dates.  He did not say who helped him escape and we
did not ask that.  Dirk and I gave this all some serious thought and
immediately started the twins on a no solid food, just special elixir drink
regimen.  Much to the other three's consternation we sent Javed off with
the twins to share their bed and manhoods.

During the first week they kept him more then well fucked.  Not that we
didn't get any or give some too.  They did all the heavy duty work.  Javed
is a natural cock sucker.  He learned all the necessary techniques in days
much to the delight of our sons.  We figured Javed would not remain in our
community, it was perhaps to dangerous.  We would send him to another
location that did not have a mosque or any substantial Iranian community.
He did not need to get to attached us, that would make it harder.

Between the suck and fuck sections he was interviewed by at least four
different investigation units, it was alphabet soup of cops and spooks.
They were making good progress with Khomeini and the others Javed had
identified from photographs.  It would be best if they could get him to
confess of course but he is not being that cooperative.

The Imam is also not being the lest bit helpful. Just after the start of
the second week of this stuff, Turner told us he believed he was being
followed.  I called the spooks and told them about it.  The next day they
called me back to say that was correct, however until someone broke the law
it was impossible for them to act.  One of them showed up about two hours
later and spoke to Dirk and I alone.

"I am told you two preform a number of magic tricks," Agent Wilson said.

"I am skilled at slight of hand that is true, Sam creates images, I create
illusions," Dirk responded.

"Not quite what I had in mind," Wilson replied.

"I don't believe in magic," I added.  "It is very unscientific.  Dirk and I
have been known to use slight of hand and hypnosis to convince believers
that they are required to do, that which they profess to believe in,
however..."

"What ever works as I see it," Wilson replied.

"If you can arrange for these two to be isolated, so we can prepare them, I
think we can get them to volunteer, to shall we say, tell the truth.  If it
is done before a group of witnesses, will that be sufficient," Dirk asked?

"Yes, that will work."

"This is what I want you to do..."  Dirk told him.

We then told Javed what we were going to do and how we were going to do it.

"We will use our public magic.  You will play a role in this by standing
aside and on a signal and in Persian or Arabic, demand they admit and atone
for their sins.  At the appropriate time you will step forward and ask for
a true accounting of their actions," I told him.

Two days later Agent Wilson called and told us when and where to be.  True
to his word, our two subjects were laid out on massage tables, already
primed with the herbal drinks.  We marched in exposed them to the lavender
oil and our soft words, in no time at all the voice of God was telling
them, in Persian, just what he expected his sinful servants to do.

Dirk and I put them in and out of some deep traces, getting assurance that
they would be totally truthful.  They were told to shower and dress and to
report to a small auditorium.  We made sure they were in a hypnotic state
and sent them in to face Javed.  They confessed to the assembled all their
sins and they were many more then we realized.  All were described in
detail, names and dates give and so on.  In the end both were on their
knees begging Javed for forgiveness.

"Forgiveness from me is yours, for that is all I have the power to grant.
Forgiveness on behalf of the others you have harmed and sinned against, is
not mine to give.  For those murdered and humiliated, falsely accused and
tortured, it is not possible, for they are dead.  Forgiveness from god is
between you and god.  Forgiveness from those who you deceived and lied to,
may or may not even be possible. Forgiveness by those who you were sent to
spy on, will be a long time in coming I am sure. Can you forgive those who
deceived you or you did not want to question, for you knew the answer?  The
holy book warns against false profits, yet you allowed yourselves to be
controlled by them.  The question you must answer, can you forgive
yourselves?

You and others raped me, beat me and shot me."  He ripped off his shirt to
show the scar.  "You have already admitted to that.  I did not die.  I have
not sought revenge or I would have already killed you.  I will say to you
only this.  As a boy of 16, I was afraid and powerless against six
attackers.  As a man of 22 I am no longer afraid and I am now very
powerful.  If you doubt that please notice, I am standing here confronting
you and you are both groveling before me.  I did nothing to force this,
except to make you, by my will, admit your sins, uphold the letter of the
beliefs you profess and be truthful before god and your fellow man.  I
swear on the holy book that if anyone else confronts me again, I will
destroy them.  The Ayatollahs and god may set atonements for your
transgressions.  I have asked none.  That is not from weakness, it is from
a strength far greater then you can ever imagine."

Now he did exactly what Dirk had instructed him to do and instructed these
two fools to do.  Even if they did not remember receiving those
instructions.  He pointed his finger at them and they pressed themselves to
the floor as if being forced to it by a great power.  He then took his hand
and made a clinching motion as if squeezing something.  They began gasping
for breath.  He released his grip and walked off the stage.

This was a message to them and a message to the audience.  We were waiting
for him and departed out the back entrance.  The audience was completely
overwhelmed.  The different police moved in and took these two away.  The
audience was reminded that if they had any other information the
authorities should know to please call.

Javed was now free.  Well he was free of his demons and free of his past,
he is anything but free of us.  He was with us only for another week.  Dirk
sent him to a small west coast city, that did not have any Iranian ex-pats
or a mosque of any kind.  Very little of this was ever on the news.  The
whole process was video taped and CD's of this little performance began
circulating.

Wilson did stop to see us two days later.  We joked about the use of magic.
I know he had the herbs we gave him analyzed but they would never be able
to figure out why they appeared to work or even if they worked.  Dirk just
told him a good magician never reveals how his tricks work.  I am sure a
skilled hypnotist could figure out what we told them and would understand
how it operated.  He may even be able to deconstruct everything, except how
we achieve the trance state so quickly and deeply.  All was taped.  What we
did was clearly shown.

Hypnosis, even elixir induced trances, can not force or make a person do
that which they are truly morally opposed to. We only encouraged them to do
that which they believed was right and correct, to tell the truth before
god and other men.  Honesty is a fundamental part of Islam. They are
believers.  The same for the dream of the profit's voice, they wanted to
believe the profit spoke directly to them.  Since what he told them to do
was consistent with all else in the holy books...

Once our boys and their cousins graduated from university they left our
home and the homes of their parents.  Each seeking employment in their
chosen professions.  Being so close they were all frequent visitors at
first.  The LP's had built an apartment building less then a block from the
strip mall.  The idea was to create a good environment for our young men to
live.  Most would probably only rent from the LP's for a few years, until
they established their own families.

For our two they were likely to be life partners, their family was already
created.  It just needed to become fully established.  Of the 24
apartments, 17 were housing members and the other gay or lesbian singles
and couples.  Management thought this best, since young boys would no doubt
be coming and going at all hours.  Turner is a civil engineer and Orval an
accountant.

Russell was consummated as a priest, it was his graduation present.  He
moved from his father's home to ours about two years before that.  We did
need to make sure Russell was not using his mental powers to unduly
influence his father.  He studied Commerce and works for my consulting
business.

Shortly after he moved in with our boys the twins were sent out to
establish their own chapter.  It is in a small city about 45 minutes drive
from here.  The money to do this was loaned by this chapter.  The twins had
the demonstrated skills to recruit new members.  They were able to find and
bring in a number of men, with and without boys and boys, with and without
men.  We missed them greatly, as did our boys and their cousins.  It was
not just their 14" cocks that were missed either.  The twins had the most
pleasant of personalities and proved easy to get along with.  I am sure it
resulted largely from their upbringing and the absolute loyalty they shared
between themselves.  That said, their 14" poles were dearly missed for the
first several weeks and not just by Dirk and I.

It is our plan to keep Russell with us for some time.  Now that we have
grown so much, we find it difficult to keep up. I am sure my mother and
sisters would have been heart broken if we were not to do so.  He has
become another grandchild and nephew to them.  Russell had been and now in
earnest, working with the Coach, who seems to be a constant supply of new
members, including several other school teachers, who are also now helping
to identify "youth of good character".

My personal view is just a little less idealistic.  These men seem to be
closet pedophiles.  We offer them a better way to fuck young boys.  They
seem quite willing to trade a fraction of their sexual independence for a
steady supply of boys in a secure environment.  I found a couple of them
most attentive to our bed and I can not complain.

Within a couple of weeks of Turner and Orval moving, even if only a block
away, Dirk and I were so lonely we asked Russ to find a couple of house
boys.  He managed to find a two thirteen year olds, whose Air Force father
members were being transfered.  It must have taken some talking to get
their mothers to agree.  We needed to agree to treat this like a boarding
school situation, sending them to the new assignment locations for
holidays.  Dirk thought they might be a bit to young.  I was sure of it.
Russ was sure they would work out well. I was wrong. Russ was correct.

He knew them far better then either of us did.  They were already members
for most of a year, so at least had a clue and had experienced our 14"
phalluses.  He was sure our discipline was less stern then that of the
military fathers and they would flower into young men we would all be proud
of.

I do not know how to adequately describe the joy of having young boys in
our household again.  The only thing that is better they my lover's 14"
going into my ass is my 14" going into the ass of a boy.  It is always a
great joy to kiss and fondle a boy to express your affection which seems to
always be over flowing.  My greatest joy is warping my arms around one of
them.  Pressing my chest against his back allowing my hands to drift over
his smooth supple skin.  Letting my erection slide along his butt cleft
while nibbling at his earlobes and kissing his neck and fondling his
erection.

It only took one time for either of them to show the most erotic behavior
toward us and each other.  I found that if I liked my thumb and presented
it to his lips he would begin sucking on it as if my cock.  This almost
always causes him to press his naked butt against my erection and if I kiss
the back of his neck at the same time I can almost get him to ejaculate.
Our boys are not just sex objects either.  We make love to them not just
have sex with them.  I get off on taking their naked feet and using my
tongue and lips literally drive them wild with desire.

Our bedroom has large mirrors on every wall and the celling. This means we
can both see our phallus' sliding into the other and the expressions on
each others faces. We have one 16 year old member that has over 9" in
length.  It seems he is the most popular lad in the organization, be it man
or boy. He is quite tall and very thin.  This makes him look even larger
and more appealing.  Mostly he just sits on a large cushion with his arrow
straight erection, as if advertising for asses to fuck.  I have never seen
him wanting either.

The twins, as said above, were only 45 minutes away.  They had taken
teaching jobs at a privet, all boys school.  This school had day and
resident students.  It was looking to expand.  The school did have a modest
endowment and was raising money from alumni for the expansion.  Within
weeks we paid a visit to advise them on how to organize the financial side
of things.  Dirk gave a few suggestions about how to recruit the needed
adult power and outlined what education was required.  Once a small core is
in place, they will bring in others.  Dirk had already equipped them with
all the books, formulas, charter and organizational information.

It was oh so good to share a bed with them again.  Over the course of the
weekend each of us took a turn at being pleasured by the other three. They
had used the loan to purchase land near the school.  It was a very large
victorian mansion.  I was most impressed.  In addition to the huge house,
the land purchased was on a main street and zoned commercial.  Their
business model was like ours.  When I looked at their documentation it was
obvious that Russell had a major hand in its preparation.  Dirk told them
about some of his new chapter establishment experiences, both in Saxony and
here in North America.  His advice was simple.  Just find the best people
possible and recruit them.  Choose a solid general contractor, legal,
medical, financial and other professionals to start with.  Then a selection
of school instructors and administrators.  After that, boys as needed.

"Those men will form your core and board of directors. Take your time and
learn about them before you act.  I would start with the contractor or
contractors.  He or they will point out others who they trust and have
shown performance.  Next line up merchants, civil servants and so on.  Each
of these groups will recruit others.  You have all the tools and have seen
how Sam and I operate," Dirk said.

The new house boys Tony and Simon were absolutely delightful.  I am sure it
was at least a week before they even slept in their own bed.  They both had
beds but after a week of rotating around us three they seemed only to ever
use one of the them.  Soon they had new school friends and our quite house
of study was again subjected to a constant stream of boys and after the
first year or so girls, rock music, sports and social activities and as
much academic study as we could force on them.

My mother and sisters were just a bit incredulous at these new "foster
children" but they quickly accepted them.  Having seen how well we did with
the other three, I guess they just stopped questioning our motives or
methods.  The down side of having female visitors, is mostly selfish on my
part.  First, we all needed to dress modestly enough for community
standards and sexy enough, so we still had that male pride.

These two proved to be natural models.  It took a bit of training for Dirk
and Russell but not the boys.  I got heavy into nude and underwear shots,
mostly with dramatic lighting.  Art not porn.  Okay, okay, nearly porn and
some almost porn but with lots of art.  I have been doing some at the
marshall arts school to.  They have even been selling well. Once they began
strutting their stuff in the sanctuary, all the boys and young men seemed
to just copy them.  I did not use many as models but the eye candy was sure
a big side benefit.  Not that they weren't mostly naked before that, just
that it was much more sensually displayed.

By age 15 these two had formed a boy band with 3 others. Tony lead singer
and guitar, Simon is the drummer. I was pleased at the progress they were
making.  I was also delighted that they already were reasonable skilled, it
made the lessens, at least tolerable.

Tony and Simon seem to have more friends then I thought possible for any
pair of teenagers.  The keyboard player Sinjin, base player Robert and
Trevor rhythm guitar, being frequent visitors, became our friends too.
Since we are or appear to be in our mid 20's their friends and the friends
of your sons, always treat us as older brothers. I guess that is why we got
the call and not some authority figure, when Sinjin needed help.

These three were not part of our fraternity.  Sinjin was heavy into his
church group and the other two just not interested in anything but music
and girl sex.  I knew they could all be easily convinced but since Tony and
Simon never made the suggestion, we (Dirk, Russ and I) never pushed
it. Tony and Simon knew they would only be with us through high-school and
would be joining their families far from our city. It is always hard for
the military families because they move around so much.

Sinjin's call came fairly late in the evening and he sounded desperate.

"Sam I need your help, I am afraid my friend is going to kill himself and I
don't know what to do," Sin said.

"Where are you Sin."  I asked.

"I am at the West Street Mall parking lot, ah in the northeast corner,"
Sinjin said.

"Who is your friend Sin," I asked.

"Holden Sumtner."

"Father Holden Sumtner, from St. Simon?"

"Yes he has a gun and intends to shoot himself.  You got to come Sam.  He
locked himself in his car and won't talk to me.  Please Sam, please help
Holden."

"I'll come, Sinjin.  Are you in any danger?"

"No!  Holdy would never hurt me."

Well that told me all I needed to know about their relationship.  I also
gave me a clue into what Rev. Holden Sumtner's problem probably was. None
of us had ever met Father Sumtner but Sin often talked about him and we
knew he was second in command at St. Simon RC church.  I knew he was young,
I'm sure Sin said he was 30. By the time I got to the car Dirk and Russ
were sitting in it.  They did not know the details just that Sinjin had
called and my mental vibrations were danger and urgency.

I told them what I knew as I drove the roughly 15 blocks to the mall. It
was dark and the parking lot was almost empty.  I was sure security cameras
were looking on too.  I doubt that anyone in the mall had a clue about what
was happening.

We saw a black mid sized car in the northeast with Sin standing next to it.
As we came close all of us could feel a profound sadness.

"My god," I said, "he must be one of us".

Dirk and Russ nodded in agreement.  We pulled up and Sin came running over.

"Just leave this to me Sin," I told him.

Not that I knew exactly what to do.  Fortunately the car was parked near a
light post and as we approached we could see Father Sumtner.  He had a
revolver sitting on the seat.  He looked like he was in a trance.  As I got
close I could see the tears on his face.

Dirk and Russ were already sending him messages and I joined in.  Sin was
standing next to me with an expression of awh.  Holden looked at us.  He
knew we were friendly, that we would not harm or expose him or Sinjin.  He
put the gun on the seat again and opened the window.  Something Sinjin had
been trying to get him to do for some time.  I did not quite know how he
came to this place or how Sin had come here.

"My name is Samuel Shulton, this is Dirk Furstein IV and Russell Ashford.
Sinjin called us to come an help you.  You want us to help you don't you."

Much to Sin's surprise he nodded and said yes.  Shaking his head as if not
understanding why he said what he said or where that idea had even come
from.  He then pushed the button and unlocked the doors.  Russ reached in
the picked up the gun and put it in his pocket, much to Sin's surprise and
wonderment.  Dirk stretched out his hand inviting Holden to get out of the
car and ride with us. This too he did.  Again looking puzzled but complaint
never the less.  Dirk and Russ drove Holden's car.  I drove ours.  Sinjin
sat next to Holden, holding him as only a lover can holed his beloved.  I
could feel that mutual feeling on Holden's side.  I could also feel his
guilt and confusion.  I wondered what Holden's story was.  I was sure it
would be quite something.

Russell and I were both very surprised that a Catholic priest would also be
one of us.  Not Dirk.  He explained it to all of us.  I realized right off
that with Sinjin sitting in on the conversation we would have no choice but
to capture him into our fraternity.  He would learn to many of our secrets
to allow not.  Dirk sat everyone down giving both Sin, Holden, Tony and
Simon the special tea.  I lit off the sandalwood and lavender incense.
Dirk had the four in a trance in what I thought was probably recored time.
He later told me it is very easy when your are already trusted, like the
boys.  Holden was already influenced by our mental powers.  It was no
surprise.

Dirk instructed Tony and Simon that what ever they heard or saw tonight was
never to be revealed to anyone.  Next made sure everyone would tell the
absolute truth.  We quickly sorted out that Holden and Sinjin were lovers
and had been for about three years. I could see this situation has put
Holden in a very difficult position with his faith.  How he got there is
another question.  Dirk asked him to tell his story but first tell us what
this suicide business was all about.

"The church in our city is not and has not been immune to sex scandals.
This will be made public in the next few days.  When I became aware of the
extent and depth of pain this has caused, I became very upset and saddened.
The thought that I may have caused this, that I may have hurt Sinjin,
someone I love more then life itself, was more then I could stand.  I don't
know how Sin found out what I was intending to do or where I went to do it,
but he did.  Once he found me I could not sin before him, I could not let
him see me abandon him.  I know I have sinned with him and lead him to sin.
Those sins are not against god but against the dogma of the church.  Sins
true but not truly sins.  I know you all understand and agree but I do not
know or understand how I know this?"

"We will explain that later and you will be amazed," I said.

"You have a mystical side of your order, for now let it be just another
mystery of faith," Dirk added.

Sinjin explained how he knew and found Holden.  It was simply the knowledge
and closeness of a lover that allowed it.  Holden went on to explain how he
himself had been seduced by Father Swartz at age 12.  Swartz had identified
him as probably gay and if not gay, someone he would be able to influence.
He and several others, some of those who had now gone to the authorities,
had been regular visitors to the priests bed.  He was the only one, he was
aware of, that Swartz was able to convince to attend the seminary.

"I was not interested in this profession.  I know I was confused in my
younger years.  Swartz and his group of older boys convinced me I must be
gay.  Swartz told me the seminary was the best place for a gay boy.  I
believed him.  I even thought he loved me but soon after entering the
seminary found that too was a lie.  As you pointed out, I am attracted to
the mystical and on examining the writings and lives of some of the great
mystics in my order, I soon found they too were probably gay.  I did not
realize that one could be a mystic and not be gay.  I was sure, at the
time, it was the other way around in reality.

I found that about 1/3 of my fellow seminarians and our instructors were
also gay.  Somehow they managed to twist the dogma and traditions of the
church and our order into making it correct to seek homosexuals into our
group and for priests to recruit gay boys.  As you know our numbers are
shrinking and they believed this was a good way to build them and to
diffuse the gay marriage controversy, since we can not anyway.  What I
found is just another example of hypocrisy from the Church.  If they were
not being hauled into court and even sent to jail, it would be ignored,
instead of just attempting to cover it up. Sexual abuse by us churchmen is
not limited to males either.  Since women are second class members and have
little real power if any, that part is far simpler to hush up.

They sent me here or better put, Swartz requested me to assist him.  That
is when I learned just how foolish I had been.  He did not care for me any
more then any other.  He was only interested in getting off on the young
boys, the younger the better.  When I arrived he had four boys in the mix,
as he put it.  The youngest was only 10.  I was instructed to keep the
other three well engaged which I did.  I like sex and a steady supply of
well trained young men made that easy.  The oldest of that lot was well
endowed and cold give me pleasure too."

We will continue Holden's story along with his and Sin's resurrection in
the next chapter.