Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 13:42:19 -0800 (PST)
From: christopher mannie <boy13loved@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron's Journey, Part 6
Aaron's Journey
VI
The Initiation
By
Christopher Mannie
All the previous disclaimers apply
Thanks again for all the responses!
Aaron could now hear the muffled sounds of approaching vehicles and closing
doors, conversation, an occasional laugh. The house was warm, but not
uncomfortable. He was told to set in silence and think on his decision,
prior to the initiation. Michael wouldn't comment on what would happen,
but he did know that it was a part of the worship of the brethern, there
would be about thirty men here, and that someday, he would look back and
think of this as one of the greatest days of his life. He was also told,
that during the service he would not understand all that was happening to
him but that he was to trust Michael totally, without question.
He was then given a drink. Michael said it was a sacred
drink used in all their services. We call it 'Arak, Milk of The Lions'.
It is an ancient drink from the middle east made from raisins mixed with
herbs. For the initiates, the elders add something that only they know
about.
Michael said, 'Sip it, don't try to drink it. It is very
strong'. At first taste, Aaron coughed at the strong mixture. It tasted
terrible! His eyes began to water. Michael laughed, 'That's why they call
it the 'Milk of The Lion's!'. But, with some effort, soon Aaron had drunk
the whole cup.
Michael then grabbed Aaron by the shoulders and turned him to
be able to look him in the eyes. 'Aaron, you must trust me completely
today. Nothing will be done today without a reason. Some of it will be
very painful. Allways trust me. You will understand someday.' With that
he left the room to go meet his arriving guest.
Over the past three weeks since Aaron and his Mother's
decision to accept Mr. Mannie's second offer, much had been done. Already,
Michael felt that Aaron was his Son, but for the formalities. Actually,
Aaron's enthusiasm for the second offer was what finally pursuaded his
Mother to accept. She already was aware, just from the pictures and
mannerisms of Mr. Mannie that he was gay. She just assumed, because of
what she knew of her Son, that there may be a physical relationship there
someday, if not already. But more than anything, she just wanted a real
life for her Son. One where he would have some hope of rising above the
grind, that so many experience. And here was a chance for Aaron to have
that, and also get the Father that he never had. She was very pleased too,
that she would always be his Mother. That would never change. And so, with
tears in her eyes she watched her son unload his clothes from the car, gave
her a quick hug, and then actually ran into the big house, hardly looking
back.
Gaurdianship papers were signed through Mr. Mannie's
attorney. A monetary gift from Mr. mannie and a lovely letter, inviting
Aaron's Mom over at anytime, made her feel better. 'Only please call
before you come. We may not be here, and I would hate for you to drive out
here for nothing.' There was a number in the letter where Aaron or
Mr. Mannie could be reached at all times . And yes, Mr.Mannie would see to
it that Aaron visited as often as possible.
As Aaron sat, he thought he heard something....was
it...yes, it was singing! And he also was feeling strange, he had never
felt this way before. He moved his hand to scratch at his leg, only then
realizing that it was as though he was outside of himself, and he was
watching his hand scratch at the skin. he felt separated, like an
observer. Yet every touch of his fingers brought on a rush of wonderful
feelings all over him. And there was that singing now, getting stronger,
and the climbing shuffle of feet. They were coming up the stairs now and
assembling in the chapel.
The door slowly opened and Michael entered in, together
with one other person. An older man, about twenty years older than Michael.
And they both had long navy blue robes on with hooded cowls laying over
their backs. They looked like monks, Aaron thought.
'Aaron, this is my Father, you may call him Grandpa'.
Michael's Father looked at the nude boy with a huge smile, leaned down and
gave him a warm hug. 'Welcome to our family Son. I am so happy for you
and us!' Just the hug gave Aaron unbelievable feelings of pleasure, as his
body felt like it was sinking into the waiting arms. His cock was hard and
almost red with warmth. Yet he didn't seem to care. He was just....
Both Michael and his Father now took the boy's arms and
helped escort him out the door and down the hall to the waiting fellowship.
It wasn't like Aaron was sleepy or unable to make
decisions, or without feeling, there was no numbness. It was almost like
he was just acting out what he already knew had been written down a long
time ago. Like it was always to be this way, and he was just fulfilling
the plan. He was supposed to be here, and he was suppose to be a slave for
the three year period, subject to all his Father and Master designed for
him. He knew that before he was even born, that he had written all this
out, for purposes of the soul. It was to learn that submissiveness, and
giving were at the heart of true love. That in fact, as the Messiah knew,
the only way to really live, was to die to self! And only then, on the
other side of this servitude was real life. Yes, this was to be....what?
What Aaron saw, with the members of his new family on
either side, was cunsuming. A small sea of deep blue, and many smiling
faces. He felt love, and warmth, acceptance like he had never known
before. He belonged here. He was the center of attention. And the
singing!
All praise to Thee, most Holy Wisdom!
Accept my sacrifice of Love,
My Soul, my body, my Life, my all
is food for Thy Kingdom....
And now as Aaron looked toward the front of the room,
the charcoal figure of the Messiah was no longer there, but had been
replaced with another larger picture of the Young Messiah, with the same
blue robe, but now his eyes were open, and he was looking straight ahead,
with outstretched, open arms. He seemed to be looking straight at Aaron!
He now saw the table, perhaps waist high in the middle
of the room. Looking up to his Father only once, he allowed the two men to
bring him to the table. With little effort, he was lain on his back. The
table was covered with a red velvet cushioned blanket. His arms and legs
were now pulled to the four corners of the table where they were fastened
by his Father and Grandfather by leather cuffs. Chains then hung from the
cuffs to the floor below. He was now only able to move both his feet and
his legs a few inches in any direction.
Up behind the boy an elderly man gently placed his
hands on Aaron's shoulders and bowed his head. The singing stopped.
My Lord and my God,
Make us one.
Awaken us as from a deep sleep,
From this vale of shadows and illusion.
Make us conscious, as You are conscious.
May your light shine on our lives,
And may the words of our mouths
And the thoughts of our mind
Be pleasing unto you, O Lord.
Oh Christ child of the universe,
Jeshua, Holy Wisdom,
Christ of our hearts,
Help us to love as you loved.
And may we never forget the eternal
Youthful awe that you have of this beautiful
universe that you have created.
Fill us with your joy.
Make us One! Amen.
At that the singing began again and Aaron's new
Father moved between his outstretched legs, waiting. His grandfather
brought what looked lie a razor and a small bowl of something, from Aaron
could see. And then Aaron, remembering his new Father's words, 'trust me',
simply closed his eyes.
He felt a wonderful warmth around his cock and balls.
It was a cream or something. It felt wet and very hot..wonderful. Then,
very quickly, Michael took the razor and took away what little hair there
was around the pubic mound. He would not be allowed to have any there for
the remaining three years.
After cleaning the boy up, his Grandfather brought to
his Dad a black collar. Aaron saw it had a ring. Michael moved up to
Aaron's head and raising it with his hand, he placed the collar around the
boy's neck, and fastened it. Only on rare public occasions would it be
removed for his novitiate.
What then happened was totally unexpected by Aaron.
One of the brethern, (he would later learn was a Doctor) came up to join
Aaron's Father and Grandfather between his outstretched legs. A small tray
and some towels were gathered around his pubic area. The men in the
gathering still continued the singing, but now gathered around the boy on
all sides.
The music was mournfull, and slow, like the cadence of
an Amish sing. The men pronounced each syllable, each word. The words
were ancient, as though some psychic memory remained and floated through
the centurys from a prison cell to the small gahering to makes it way into
Aaron's heart. It was about pain, about suffering. He listened, did not
understand, but accepted his destiny, as he tried to trust new family.
With a an ever increasing heart rate, a growing loneliness, and rising
fear, he just closed his eyes.
This was the Brish Milah. Every boy must endure this
beginning to enter the family of the faith. Aaron was not circumcised. If
he had been, this part would only have been figurative and only alluded too
in the service. But he was not. The Doctor proceeded very quickly,
manipulating, pulling, and preparing the boy's foreskin, and with one quick
slice of his surgical knife, removed it. Bood poured out of the cut
vessels and skin.
Rapidly, as though he had done it countless times,
he sutured the wound, placing some wine, now being drunk by the watching
men, on the wound. That was only a riual act, but neccessary. He placed
the foreskin on a smallpiece of paper and handed it to Aaron's Father.
Aaron, both in shock at the quickness of this invasion
and now the pain, screamed, and with tears, looked up into the eyes of his
Father. 'Oh Dad, Why?', he pled. Not really understanding what was
happening, and now afraid of what might be, he began to cry uncontrollably.
His Grandfather now at his side, reached down and simply patted the boy's
cheek, saying, 'Aaron, it is ok. And leaned down kissing the boy's face
and wiped away his tears. He too was crying, both from feelings for the
boy, but also out of joy.
The Doctor now applied a long straw like tube to the
flowing blood of the incision. Putting the other end in his mouth, he
sucked up with the straw, one simple drop. Then carefully brought it up to
Aaron's mouth and placed the drop of blood in the boy's mouth. Aaron only
stared, bound and helpless, he could only watch and obey. And he tasted
the nutty flavor of his own life force. The Doctor then said to Aaron,
'The scriptures say, "Life is in the blood" Aaron'.
He was now a child of Israel. But now, he must begin
his journey into the 'Order of John The Beloved'. In memory of the 'One
whom Jeshua loved', as it is said in the scriptures. It was the belief of
the order that the young John , a future disciple, was an initiate himself
, the one who 'lay his head on the breast of Jeshua at the last supper. He
was also the one who left nude at the arrest of the Messiah in the Garden
of Gethsemanie'. They had a special relationship, he and the Lord. And it
was very natural. Only the later church would suppress the truth. That
very doctrine, and their belief that God was nothing but a creative Spirit
of love, had contributed to their persecution. Centurys of pain, and
suppression, had defined their understanding of life, and worship. They
believed that directional, purposeful pain, was purifying and very
meaningfull. The very flow of endorphins and the subsequent pleasure, was
evidence of God's blessing in it all. And the greatest amoung us is the one
who serves.
A rest seemed to flow over the small crowd as they
returned to their places. Another somber song was begun. Aaron was now
numb around his cock. The doctor had placed an ointment around the wound.
He could feel nothing there.
Both Michael and his Father unfastened the manicles
from Aaron's wrist and ankles, and slowly brought the boy up too set for
just a moment. Then they pulled him to his feet. A large pillow was then
placed over the corner of the altar. Aaron was turned around and leaned
over the corner till his chest rested on the flat surface fo the table.
Standing, his Father and Grandfather, again fastened leather manacles to
the boy's ankles, physically spreading the boy's legs, in turn. They then
took his wrist and pulling his hands forward and apart, fastened his wrist
again to the waiting chains.
He was now exposed to the waiting men. He could not
see a thing. And he could barely move. His body still very sensitive from
the drink, tingled with every touch. Even the soft rubbing of the red
cushioned pillow was an experiment in pleasure. He still could feel
nothing aorund his cock and balls. But the brushing of the material and
his Dad and grandfather's manipulation of his body was almost overpowering.
Wave after wave of feelings began to rush, then subside in the waiting boy.
The singing began to reach a new level. It was more
pounding, more staccato, punching. This was different from the other
songs.
Aaron, for three weeks, had been prepared on how to
respond to a series of questions. And now he was to hear them.
The older man who first offered the opening prayer now
moved to the head of the chapel, stood under the picture of the Messiah.
Loudly, he asked, 'Aaron Michael Linn, do you of your own free will accept,
this calling placed upon you by God Almighty? Do you willingly enter into
the the service of the Messiah Jeshua and become a part of the Fellowship
of John The Beloved ? Do you accept this time of proving, and are you
willing to sacrifice yourself, at the direction of your mentor, until the
day when you accept your own position in the Order fo John the Beloved?
The robed men, all heard the boy respond. 'I do, with
God's help!'
Now Aaron heard the beginning of a new song. And he
watched as the men, one by one began to disrobe. The body was a beautiful
thing to them, not to be ashamed of, and in all actuality, they were more
comforable nude than clothed. There seemed to be a sense of relief , as
the clothes, a man made item, dropped to the ground.
Aaron felt a kiss on his cheek. It was Mr Mannie, his
Father, (but also now his mentor, and master for the next three years). He
then saw him move again to stand behind him. The very moment Aaron, both
feared and wanted had arrived. He felt the fingers that had
not touched him in that place for three weeks, since their first night
together. Again they began to work their way into the beautiful pink folds
of the boy's virgin pussy. Slowly, and with determination, further and
further, they intruded into the darkness. And a rythym slowly began.
First, the initial pain of the one finger, and he winced. Then he felt
two. A stretching feeling, uncomfortable, yet good. Yes, he wanted more.
It was then that Aaron felt the emptiness. The
fingers withdrew. There was nothing. And he waited. The singing ended.
He felt a pressure on his pussy lips, a squirt from
some small bottle, a wet feeling, then more pressure.
A pause.
And then he felt his Dad's hands grab a hold of his
son's fleshy hips, where the tan line had once stopped before descending
onto the ballooning cheeks three weeks ago. Now totally tanned from days
of swimming nude, Aaron held his breath and tightened his ass.
And then, with one one powerful single thrust, his
Father impaled his Son on the end of his cock till his pubic bush melted
into the descending darkness and the two became one! The man yelled, and
then ate up the hot immediate warmth of his Son's greatest gift. to him.
Michael held on as the boy jerked with all that was in
him, unconsciouly reacting to the thick cock embedded in his boy. But he
held the boy firmly. He was not gagged, as this was prohibited during the
intitiaion, and the screams and yelling was deafening, with no singing to
cover the boy's pleas. The silence of the brethern was intentional. A holy
moment, for Father and Son.
He begged, he pleaded, he wanted the man to withdraw his
manhood. But to no avail. Now his new Master began to pull out to a new
wave of screaming and crying. Michael new those feelings. He had had them
too. But he knew that to stop would not be what was necessary. He, like
his Dad, must experience the pain, and teh pleasure, with all of them who
had endured it through the ages.
It was safe. All precautions had been taken. A
physician was present. The boy must come to understand the fine dance of
pain and pleasure. He would soon 'know'. His Dad now began a steady
rythym of pushing and pulling. His thick cock could be seen going in and
out the now red slightly bleeding cunt. And the longer he continued, the
less the boy protested. Soon, even the crying seemed to lesson. And then
the sound they all knew all too well.
It was a moan. When Michael first heard it, he knew
that Aaron would now begin to understand. Soon the boy was actually using
his balloon cheeks to invite in the pistoning cock of his Father. He was
openly maoning, and writhing with his beautiful body. His breathing
was quick. He soon was seen to have a swollen cock that, even though
covered with salve and sutures was jumping with the pounding
thrust of his Father. Internally the man was rubbling his cock on the
boy's prostate.
The boy shot a heavy load on the pillow,
....one....two... three jets. It began to run down the exposed material
and drops collected on the floor. The noises his young body made were a
mix of young, squeals of delight, and exclamations of pain.... 'Humpf...
oh... oh god... oh man.... yes....... ouch!...... no..... please....
Noooooooo....... ummm........ ohhhhh...... awwww!.
Soon the boy seemed to just accept the fact that he,
like hundreds of others through the centurys, was a sacrifice. And now
willing too. It was his destiny. He accepted it. It was completion.
And now, feeling the difference in his boy, Michael
knew Aaron was like an empty canvas...waiting for the master's touch.
Aaron became a bucket.
After His Father, and Grandfather, for the next three
hours, the seed of all the membership blended in together in the ever
widening cavity of the semi-conscious boy. The cum began to flowed down
the sides of his inner thighs. A number of times, he woke up to the
pounding of another, who had joined with him, only to be replaced by then
another.
He was tied and repositioned several times at the
discretion of his lovers on the altar. Exhausted, he would nap, only to be
woke up by his Father for something else.
Once, for several minutes, he was taken down and
placed on his knees to demonstrate his new skills he had with his mouth
over the last three weeks. Really it was a testiment to his Father's
teaching skills. And he stood too the side, beaming as the boy used his
wide mouth and thick lips, to give pleasure to waiting cocks, while yet
another impaled his ass.
His Father told him that no longer would he be a boy.
He wasn't a boy, any longer, but a boi,with a differnt spelling. There was
a difference, and he would soon learn it.
The last thing he heard as he driffted off to sleep o
the altar a table to a dwindling crowd was, 'Son, I'm so proud of you!'
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