Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2010 21:46:37 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 01/14 (Adult Youth - Military)

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THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR
By Andrej Koymasky � 2010
Written on January 20th, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Ed, a reader

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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ONE - The Captain and the abbot

As Captain Sanders reached a wide stretch of road, he stopped his Jeep,
got off and opened the map, spreading it on the hood. His men also
stopped their vehicles, got off and crowded around him.

"I think we had better stay in these mountains, until they tell us our
next target." Sanders said.

"Will we find a village where we can wait, captain?" Matt asked him.

"I was thinking so, but I noticed something interesting on this map that
I didn't see before. Do you see this small square with a cross? Do you
know what it is?"

"A cemetery?" Fran�ois asked.

"No, a church." Raoul said,

"Not really, it's a monastery. We will stop there, it will be much
better and safer than going to a village." the captain said.

"A monastery? Of nuns, do you mean? Then we can also fuck the youngest
and prettiest, can't we?" Brian merrily said.

"From the map it isn't possible to understand, it could also be of
friars." the captain answered, laughing.

"Well, friars or nuns, I really need a good fuck, I'm tired of beating
off with Matt!" Damien said and everybody laughed.

"Hah, you would fuck even a keyhole." Raoul mocked him.

"Sure! A hole is a hole, and after almost ten days of beating off, a
fuck is needed. Am I right, captain?" Damien said.

"More than right. Let's go and see, and those of you who feel like
having a fuck can chose a nun, or a friar, according what we find and
how horny he is. As usual, you will make your choice in order of your
merits." the captain said folding back his map.

He liked his men; they were smart, determined, and skilled. And, they
were close in spite of the fact that they came from at least five
different nations. They were together for two years, and he was proud he
lost only one man notwithstanding dozens of hard battles against the
rebels. And when they stopped in a village they conquered, he let them
free to fuck who, how and how often they liked - a man, after all, and
especially a warrior, has all the right to give vent to his instincts,
once in a while.

"Did you update the merit list after our last action, captain?" Serge
asked him with clear interest.

"Yes, don't worry, it's all in my lap-top. And I added you the two
points you earned. Now you are the seventh. Are you happy?"

"Good, captain. The first one is still Big Jim?"

"No, he has been ousted by Max. It seemed that Big Jim was sleeping,
during our last operation..." the captain answered winking at the soldier.

"No, captain, I was not sleeping, not I. It's just that where you put me
nothing special happened. And I am not the kind who tries to slip where
one can earn more points, I abide by the orders." the stout Irish
answered.

"Hey, what are you insinuating, bastard?" Serge asked, worked up.

"Nothing, nothing. If the captain tells me to block a road, and no
living soul passes, I don't go to look for where there is the fray just
to earn points. Possibly, if I leave that place, soon after a group of
rebels armed to the teeth can pass there, can't they? Therefore I stay
there as the captain said, even if by doing so I don't earn points." the
man quietly said.

"I too, bastard, stay where the captain orders, I never went to look for
the fight. Try to repeat your accusation and I'll make you eat all your
teeth!" Serge reacted.

"Cool down, cool down boy! Big Jim didn't intend to accuse you of
anything. We all know that you two always abide by my orders, if for no
other reason than to avoid meeting the same end as Mallory, right?" the
captain said in a tone half way between menacing and conciliating.

Mallory. About ten months before, the Captain had to shot in his legs,
because for the umpteenth time he wanted to do in his way, and he was at
risk of making all the operation fail. So he remained there on the
ground, and out of fear of falling into the hands of the rebels, who
were all but kind with their enemies, shot himself in the temple.
Mallory was the only man the captain had lost.

"Hey, Neil, let's hope it's a monastery of nuns!" Raoul said while they
were going back to their jeep.

"You tell him so? Don't you know that Neil likes young males better?"
Alex said laughing and winking.

"Come on! You really like the men better?" Raoul asked him slightly
astounded while the column of vehicles was starting again.

"Sure! Didn't you know? If I really don't find anything better, I can
also content myself with the mouth or the ass of a girl, but I for sure
prefer a handsome boy."

"Well, that's exactly the opposite of me, then. We will never compete,
you and I." Raoul commented, quietly. "Anyway, when you have a hard on,
a hole is just a hole, right? But I didn't know about you, Neil. I knew
about Joe and also about Rueben, but not about you."

"Well, does anything change, now that you know?" Neil asked in an almost
challenging tone.

"Fucking hell, no! Nothing changes at all. How one decides to use his
cock, is none of my damned business. You are a really good soldier, and
that's what counts. In case of action, I would feel safe having you near
me." Raoul answered with a smile.

"But would you feel safe also having him near you in bed, now that you
know?" Alex jokingly asked.

"Fucking hell, yes. Neil has never been a bastard. I am sure he would
not try anything with me. Right, Neil?"

"Of course I would never try with you, not even dead! You are not my
type, really you are not." Neil answered, laughing.

"Come on, don't be offensive, now." Raoul said, laughing also.

"Why offensive! You may be a handsome man, but you are too hairy for my
taste... You seem a bear!"

"And yet the women get crazy for my fur!" Raoul answered laughing and
placing a hand on his hairy chest through the half open shirt.

Neil liked his mates. They had accepted his homosexuality without a
problem. What everybody cared about was that he was a good soldier, and
Neil was a really good one. Of course he never tried it with any of his
mates except the one time he had a quickie with Rueben on the latter's
request.

They were in sight of the monastery. The captain signalled to stop and
through the radiophone gave his orders. They started again. When they
reached the monastery they saw it was a building from the colonial
times, totally surrounded by a tall and sound wall with only one gate.
Above the tall wall was visible only the upper part of a church fa�ade,
in the Spanish baroque colonial style with a tall and slender bell
tower.

With a small dynamite charge they blew up the wings of the gate, cleared
the passage of the rubble and entered with all their vehicles into the
inner square. No living soul was in sight. The square was a rectangle
with the gate from which they entered in one of the shorter sides, the
church in front of it, and two low buildings with porches on the left
and right sides. Each of the two low buildings had at its center, under
the porches, a closed door.

They were getting off their vehicles, their weapons levelled, when the
door at the right opened and a monk with a white frock and a black
scapular stopped on the doorsill looking at them with a worried
expression.

"Ah, shit, they are friars!" one of the soldiers exclaimed aloud and the
others laughed.

"Why did you blow up the gate? You had only to sound the entrance bell!"
said the friar frowning, not at all frightened by that group of armed
men.

"Because we don't beat about the bush!" the captain answered dryly,
moving towards the friar, then added, "Let us get in, we decided to stop
here for a few days."

"I don't think we have enough room for all of you, our guest's quarters
are small..." the friar said then added, "Anyway you have to ask the abbot
if you can stay here or not."

"The abbot? I don't give a shit about the abbot. We decided to stop here
and here we will stay. And we will use your rooms. You, rather, go and
tell them to fix a good meal for us at seven o'clock. We are hungry,
right boys?"

A chorus of merry "Yeses!" answered him.

"As I just said..." the friar started to say, but the captain pushed him
brusquely aside and went in, followed by his men.

They were in a wide cloister with a well in the center and a nice garden
around it.

"Where is the way to go up into the bell tower?" the captain asked the
friar who was trotting at his side, and who was now worried.

"I have to call the abbot..." the friar answered.

The captain backhanded him and the friar staggered and looked at him
amazed, caressing his hit cheek.

"I don't give a shit about your abbot, friar! Here, as long as we decide
to stay, I am in command, then after me, all my men. And you, your abbot
included, just have to obey us, is it clear? And I don't like to repeat
the same thing. How can we go up the bell tower?"

"This way..." the friar, scared, answered.

"Good. Raitano, you go with the friar. You will do the first lookout
shift on the tower. Use the radiophone for any problem. Later I will
send up the change."

"All right, captain." the man answered and followed the friar.

At that moment another friar came into the cloister, a man of
thirty-five or forty years of age, tall and slender, wearing a frock and
scapular, and a thin iron chain at his neck, from which hung an iron
cross. He was followed by three other friars, all dressed in white but
without the cross at their neck. The friar stopped in front of the
captain.

"Good afternoon. I am the abbot of this abbey. How can we help you?" the
friar asked with dry courtesy.

"Ah, abbot, do you have a name?" the captain asked him.

"My name is Father Juliano. And yours, se�or?"

"I am Captain Sanders. We are mercenaries at the orders of your
government. Therefore, with this authority, I requisition this monastery
with all and everybody it contains. We will stop only for a few days,
but my men are tired and need to restore our strength. From now on all
you friars are at out orders, is it clear?"

"Captain Sanders, we will do our best to host you. It would not be easy,
you are numerous, but..." the abbot said.

The captain interrupted him, "It will be easy." he contradicted him in a
flat tone. "How many are you in here?"

"Well, including the fathers, the brothers, the professed, the novices
and the boys, if I am not wrong, we are one hundred and sixteen."

"Therefore we will have more rooms than we need. Boys, you said? Which
boys?"

"The postulating, kids between twelve and fifteen years. But they sleep
together in the dormitory."

"And how many of these kids do you have?"

"Forty-two, at present."

"Well, anyway there remain enough rooms for us. Good. Now gather all of
them, nobody excluded, in the widest hall you have, as I want to make
clear to everybody at once the new rules you will have to abide with for
as long as we stay here."

"But this abbey has its own rules, and..."

"Forget them! Your rules are abolished. I am the law here now, get it
well into your head, Juliano. And I don't allow objections." the captain
said shortly.

"All right, I understand." the abbot said, frowning. Turning then
towards one of his accompaniers, "Father Benito, can you ring the bell
of the General Chapter, please?"

"Yes, father Juliano." the monk answered and went away.

"In a few minutes everybody will be in the church, captain."

"Good, lead us to the church, then."

"This way..." the abbot said setting out.

The captain followed him and behind them the other two monks and then
all the soldiers. At the door of the church, the abbot said,

"Captain, I have to ask you that your men leave their weapons out of the
church, and that entering they uncover their heads. We are about
entering a sacred place."

"Keep these rules for your beguines and your farmers. None of my men
will ever leave his weapons outside, you can be certain of that. Just
know that they even sleep with their weapons. About taking off their
berets, each of them will do however fucking best he likes." he said
entering.

"Captain, please, some respect, mind your language, we are in a sacred
place!" one of the other two monks said.

The captain didn't answer, just looked at him and sneered. The church
had only one nave, with the altar at its center and a wide apse at the
center of which was the abbot's seat surrounded by three rows of seats.
From a small door between the seats were flowing in the monks who
quickly and silently took their places. While they were waiting for
everybody to come, the soldiers were looking around, curious.

"So, then, is everybody here?" the captain asked the abbot after some
time.

"A moment, allow me..." the abbot answered, then went to the apse and sat
on his seat. "Do the responsible brothers relate any absences?" he asked
aloud.

"Father, these soldiers..." one of the monks started to say.

The abbot interrupted him, "One thing at a time. Now answer my
question."

"Well said!" the captain commented in a low tone, recognising in the
abbot the fabric of a leader.

"Only friar Augustin and friar Marcel are absent." one of the monks
said.

"And why are they absent? Everybody, I said!" the captain thundered.

The monk looked amazed the captain, then at the abbot, who gave a light
assent nod.

"Friar Marcel has the fever, and friar Augustin is assisting him." then
the monk explained.

"I said everybody, and everybody it should be! If that Marcel is not
able to stand up, carry him here bodily. Go!" the captain ordered.

The monk looked again at the abbot, who gave him a nod, then quickly
went off through the small door.

While they were waiting, the captain asked the abbot, "How come you are
not all dressed the same?"

The abbot explained that the monks clothed all in white were also
priests, those with a white frock and black scapular were the brothers
not priests or the professed, those with black frock and scapular were
the novices, and the boy with the black frock and without scapular were
the postulants.

"Ha, something like the ranks for us. Three bars for the captain, two
for the lieutenants, one for the sergeants and none for the simple
soldiers. And how do you earn your food?"

"We work the fields, we have a stable, and we also receive the offers of
the believers in the villages and the valley." the abbot answered.

While they were talking, the monk came back supporting the ill novice,
and they carefully sat him on the empty seats.

"Now we are all here." the abbot said.

"Donnell, count them!" the captain ordered.

"A hundred and eighteen, captain." after a while the soldier answered.

"How come, Juliano? Didn't you say one hundred and sixteen?"

"Yes, but two are just temporary guests coming from another abbey,
therefore I didn't count them..."

"Are there more people in this monastery that you didn't count?" the
captain asked, frowning.

"No, captain. And this is not a monastery, this is an abbey, we are
reformed Benedictines."

"All right, I don't give a fucking shit, it's enough if we understand
each other. So, then as we all are here, wash your ears out, as I'm not
going to repeat myself." the captain said moving to the center of the
apse.

"First - I requisition this convent, or abbey, or monastery however you
want to call it, with everybody and everything it contains. From now on,
as long as we are here, the hierarchy changes. I am in command over
everybody, then my two lieutenants, then the four sergeants, and then
all my soldiers. After my men, comes your abbot and so on. Is it clear?

"Second - our orders are not to be discussed, they are to be carried out
well and fast, and that's all. And without daring to breathe! At the
first fault, twenty belt strokes on the bare ass, at the second one,
forty, and at the third one a bullet in the head. Is this clear?

"Third - everything and everybody is now at our service, nobody is
exempt. Your duty in these days is only to do everything and anything we
ask you. Any other activity, engagement or business is cancelled. Is it
clear?"

Silence fell on these words. Then the captain thundered, �Have you
understood? Is it clear? Is there any problem?"

Again the most absolute silence followed his questions.

"I asked a question, I want an answer!" yelled the captain and, taking
out his pistol he shot a bullet just above the abbot's head and one of
the panels of the stained glass exploded in a rain of broken glass.

"Yes, captain, you have been clear." the abbot answered, absolutely
calm.

"Good. So, now, who is in charge with the kitchen, here, stand up." the
captain ordered.

Some of the friars stood up. The captain pointed at one of them, young
and handsome, and said,

"You stay here. All the others go fix the meal for everybody. And be
ready by seven thirty at most. You, Donnell, go with them and watch over
them." The small group went out.

"Good, and now let's decide about the rooms. Hey, Juliano, each of you
has his own room, here, is that correct?�

"Everybody including the professed, the novices sleep in a dormitory and
the postulants in another." he answered.

"I've heard that you have also guest rooms, here. How many rooms in
all?"

"In all, twelve, but two are taken..."

"Good. Now each of my soldiers will choose whether to go to an empty
room or, if he wants to fuck, he will choose one of the friars and will
go to sleep in his room."

"Captain, I hope you are joking!" the abbot protested standing up
nonplussed.

"Sit down! I said I don't tolerate any objections!" the captain
thundered.

"I can't allow..." the abbot started to say.

"Juliano! Come here, at once!"

The abbot left his seat and went in front of the captain, facing him
with unyielding dignity.

"Good, just to show everybody that we are not joking, take off your
frock and uncover your ass. Mark, take off your belt and give him twenty
strokes on his ass." he ordered.

"With pleasure, captain." the man said taking off his belt from his
battle dress and making it wave in his hand while approaching them.

The abbot didn't move.

"I gave you an order. Do you want forty strokes?" the captain asked him.

"Captain, we will abide all your orders, and I can even undress and let
your man beat me, but about the sexual intents that you seem to have..."

The captain again took out his pistol and put it at the abbot's temple
making the safety catch click. Absolute silence fell in the church. The
abbot raised his frock, lowered his trousers, leaving on only his
underpants.

"No, no, no! Off with that frock, that bothers my man." the captain
ordered.

The abbot obeyed.

"And now, off trousers and underpants." the captain ordered, pushing the
pistol on his temple.

The abbot blushed but obeyed.

"Go, Mark, forty strokes, and well given" the captain ordered, putting
away his pistol.

The soldier smiled, went behind the Abbot and started to give strong and
well-measured strokes on the man's buttocks, counting them aloud. The
monk had closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, and didn't utter the
least moan. The sound of the strokes reverberated in the silent church,
alternated by the voice of the soldier who was counting. No other sound
was heard.

"... and forty!" announced the soldier, and put back the belt on his
battle dress.

"Thank you, Mark. You stay as you are, Juliano. You will dress back when
I'll tell you." the captain said and went to sit on the abbot's seat.

The man, only his shirt and shoes on him, remained still in the centre
of the apse, his head bowed. The captain took off from the wide pocket
of his battle dress a small lap-top, opened it and switched it on.

"Well, Max, to you goes the first choice."

The soldier went on and carefully looked at all the friars who were
sitting, petrified, on their places.

"I would have liked better a female, but... as there is none here, I will
content myself fucking the arse of this kid. But if I have well
understood, he doesn't have a private room..." the soldier said slowly,
while seizing a postulant's arm and making him stand up; he was a boy
about thirteen years old.

"Captain! At the cost of being killed by you, I oppose..." the abbot, with
a red face, raised up.

The captain was about to stand up, when a boy of about seventeen stood
up and said aloud, "Father Juliano, shut up! You who take any occasion
to fuck me in the ass, are now playing the puritan? What is it, are we
boys your personal reserve? Fucked by you or by a soldier, tell me where
the difference is?"

"Shut up, wicked boy, why are you besmirching the good name of our
abbot? Liar and wicked, you are not worth..." one of the monks said from
his seat.

Then a boy, a professed about twenty years of age, stood up, "You all
know very well he is not a liar. Before him our dear abbot fucked me in
the ass. And before him, Father Carlos, is it not so?"

"You lie, you lie, you all lie! What happened to you?" screamed another
monk.

The captain listened, amused. "Silence!" he yelled then asked, "Are
there any other of you boys who has something to say? It seems that were
really some interesting things happening here..."

One of the novices stood up, "Father Carlos makes me and friar Donato
suck his cock..." he said and blushed.

"Enough, enough!" the abbot yelled with a red face and tried to put on
his clothes.

"Don't move!" yelled the captain.

The abbot froze and looked at him angrily. The captain looked him back,
amused.

"Good. So, then, just to make things clear, who is this Carlos?" he
asked.

"It's me, se�or..." a young monk said, standing up.

"So, when you were a kid, the abbot fucked you?"

"No, it is not true..." the young monk said.

"You are a liar, you told me so! When he was not yet our abbot and you
were a novice. And you also told me you liked it." the professed said.

"So, Mr. abbot. Are these boys lying or not?" the captain asked.

"You can kill me, I don't recognise your authority!" the abbot said
trying to dress again.

"Well, well, our good heroic abbot." the captain said, sardonic. He then
added, addressing his men, "Each of you take one of the kids, and put
his knife at his throat!"

The men readily obeyed.

"Now, dear Juliano, we will give you the punishment you deserve. Joe,
Rueben, I know that I'm possibly asking a sacrifice of you, but would
you please do something for me?"

"Of course, captain." the two men answered.

"Good, thank you, boys. Now you, Juliano, will undress completely, all
naked... Ah, and I warn you, each time you don't readily obey, or if one
of your friars tries to oppose, I will say the name of one of my men,
and he will cut the throat of one of the boys. Kill me, the hero says!
Let's see if he is ready to have his flock killed! Undress, totally
naked! Quick!"

The abbot had his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets but complied
readily.

"Good. On all your fours, now. So. You will now give head to Rueben and
Joe will fuck you in the ass. And take your time, boys, make him enjoy
your rods for a good time. Ah, you, Juliano, besides those three, who
else did you fuck in here, or by whom did you get head? Be careful to
tell me the truth, because if I catch you in a lie, one of your kids
will lose his life!"

"I..." the man started to say, remaining all naked on his fours, "I did it
also with friar Rojelio, and with friar Juan Pedro... and when he was a
novice, also with father Celestino... and that's all. I swear..." he
concluded with a sob.

"Good. You have possibly been sincere. So, now, boys, fuck him." the
captain said, satisfied.

Rueben and Joe opened their battle dress' fly and kneeled one in front
and the other at the back of the naked monk. Rueben took it out, with
both hands seized the man's head and drew it towards his already half
hardened rod. Also Joe pulled it out. He slipped on a condom, spit on
his hand and wet it, making it harden well, then, while Rueben was
putting it in the mouth of the abbot, who had readily opened it, Joe
seized the man's hips and with a set of strong pushes impaled him
totally.

The captain was looking at the monks. Many were with their heads bowed
down, their eyes shut, and seemed to be intensely praying, but others
were looking, some scared, some with morbid attention, some fascinated
by the scene that was going on in front of their eyes. The two soldiers
were vigorously fucking the abbot from both ends. And the captain
noticed, amused, that the abbot's pole, soft until then, was becoming
hard like steel, while that public fuck was going on. And when the two
soldiers, first Rueben, then Joe, reached their orgasms, the abbot also
ejaculated on the floor of the apse.

"Good, thank you, boys. Now tie him up and take him in his room. I will
sleep in his room, after supper, and I want to have an opinions
exchange. I mean... my cock and his ass..."

"What is it, captain, did you convert to men?" one of his men asked him
laughing.

"No, but... I like the thought of fucking this hypocrite a couple times.
And anyway a hole is a hole, isn't it? Some of you said so a few minutes
ago, I recall hearing. Well, you can now leave the kids. Let's go on
with the room assignments. Big Jim, you..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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