THE NOVICE
Jack Sprat
The competition was keen for a novice and Altar Boy. The one picked would
feel an honor almost as great as a bat boy in the major leagues, and he would
get to live in the monastery.
As interviews continued, one by one dropped to the wayside, with
just myself and one other left.
It was Saturday when we two appeared at the monastery for the final
choosing. Brother Adrian would make the pick.
The other boy was called first. He was in the next room about twenty
minutes then departed.
When Brother Adrian called me, I was feeling a warm happy aura. I
think he felt my energy as I entered..
"You desire to learn and follow the sacred rituals Altar Boys have
practiced for centuries? Brother Adrian asked.
"An Altar Boy who serves well is guaranteed a place in heaven."
Brother Adrian explained again they were priests because God ordered
them to be. I was to become a novive monastary Altar Boy because it was God's
will. I really felt proud. Brother Adrian was to be my mentor.
***
I brought few belongings, for there was little space in my barren
monastery room containing only a cot, a small scarred table, and an old wooden
chair.
Brother Adrian arrived and escorted me to the community showers. We
were the only ones there. I showered as Brother Adrian watched.
I stepped from the shower dripping, Brother Adrian greeting me with a
heavy towel, roughing up my hair, then drying down my chest, back, and arms.
I expected to receive the towel to finish, but he dried my feet as well
as my lower legs working up towards my crotch. I was asked to turn and each
butt cheek was vigorously rubbed with deep swipes into my crack.
He blotted about my front, pushing high on each side of my inner
crotch. Pressing his fingers together against the middle of my sac, he softly
blotted each ball, finishing with a rolling motion on everything with his
handful of towel.
"Lay on the massage table and spread your legs. I want to better dry your
crotch!"
This seemed natural. I was already nude. I felt it was no violation as I
drew and spread my legs. The towel felt good against my inner thighs, into my
butt, then my penis, and down again over my balls.
"I prayed and God answered by sending you," Brother Adrian said. "He
could have not given me a more beautiful young man. l shall do your drying
every day.. Now, you must be further prepared for tonight.
I'd grown a good patch of first manly hair. I swaggered around the
school locker room letting those with still bald crotches envy me as they
attempted non-detectable glances.
An electric clipper-shaver mowed through my crotch hair, humming loudly
and exciting my penis with its vibrations. I lay bewildered, wanting to
protest to my shearing, but said nothing.
Brother Adrian worked extremely fast, finishing the clipping and close
shaving in just minutes. Talcum was rubbed on my smooth skin. This felt
good.
A held mirror reflected my prick and baby smooth lemon size pouch, with
shining hairless skin continuing past my pucker. Atop my penis, a cross had
been designed from the short hair that was left.
I was handed a robe complete with hood. I would wear this daily, but
was curious about lacking underwear.
curious as to the absence of underclothes.
"You will shower every day at this time and I will dry you." Brother
Adrian casually said. "Tonight, after we sup, I will call for you for the
ceremony.
Finishing dinner, I returned to my room and waited. With a quiet knock,
the heavy door opened. Brother Adrian entered.
"Come! "They are waiting."
***
Heavy doors swung open. I gasped at the awesome large chamber filled
with what seemed to be a thousand lit candles.
Brother Adrian and I slowly followed a lit candle pathway through the
shadow circle of chanting monks. "Step to the platform," Brother Adrian
whispered. "We celebrate your rebirth to our order. You will stand in your
birthday suit."
It was so fast and unexpected. Adrian untied my sash, and pulled my
robe completely off, reflecting my full nakedness in the candlelight.
I was alone, nude on the small stage, embarrassed and self-conscious. I
wanted to cry but held my tears as my wrists were softly tied and raised a
bit above my head, pulled up by an unseen cord.
The chanting monks circled me, moving slowly before my frontal malehood,
then passing my naked butt.
It seemed the chanting circle rotated forever, all parading for repeat
views. The hair designed cross above my penis was the real attention getter,
or an excuse to look closer at other things. I was afraid that uncontrollable
eager hands would reach out and touch me. They didn't.
Later, with no further ado, I was led nude back to my room, I was tired
and testy. The whole monastery had seen me completely naked. I was degraded
and embarrassed. When we entered my room, I threw myself on my cot letting my
tears flow. Brother Adrian lifted me to his arms.
"You have been welcomed as a naked newborn. We all love you!"
I was tightly hugged, my bare body pushed against his robe as our lips met.
He slowly lay me back on the cot, rubbing my chest, to my stomach, then
to my hardened crotch. I needed his love. I drew up my legs, spreading wide as
possible, silently offering all of myself.
Shaved, I did feel baby smoothness as a gentle hand explored my balls
and erection. I spread even wider. I knew I would sleep real well after my
come.
There was pleasant warmth and wetness when he slipped me into his mouth.
His tongue added a hundred times the feeling of his hand. I was guiding his
head, feeling the joy he gave when, with an uncontrollable yelp, my jism
exploded.
After I softened, Brother Adrian hugged me hard, and kissed me. Putting
a blanket over me, he wished me goodnight, blew out the room candle, and
left.
All was well now. I felt loved and cared for. I looked forward to more
training and responsibility and the coming day. I closed my eyes and slept
soundly.
the end