Date: Wed, 10 Feb 1999 14:44:48 +0100
From: Fabiano Fabris <ffabris@bigfoot.com>
Subject: Thorns
THORNS
(C) Copyright 1998 by Fabiano Fabris
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----- 1 -----
Marcus lay face down on the cold marble floor of the chapel, arms and legs
outstretched, praying for guidance and strength to withstand the trial to
which he was about to be subjected. He was completely naked, his olive
skin glistening with a sheen of fear induced sweat, his muscles tight
in anticipation. The flickering candle light set off the dark fur which
covered his firm buttocks and exalted his short black hair.
He heard the lash just before it struck him and managed to suppress a cry
of pain. Again and again the whip struck his back and each time Marcus
managed to not scream, but tears filled his eyes and dripped onto the
floor. The older monk kept a steady cadence as he flayed Marcus' young
body while Marcus tried to apply the teaching he had received: the pain
must be turned to pleasure, he had to welcome it and thrive on it, let it
strengthen him. It was not easy; it required giving in to the pain rather
than resisting it. But gradually Marcus began to achieve the goal. The
pain filled his mind, driving out all conscious thought, leading him to a
new realm of being.
Marcus was unaware that his cock was now fully erect, pointing down
between his spread legs. But the Brother Carl noticed it and after
administering a few more lashes, ceased the whipping. He allowed Marcus a
few moments to recover while he coiled the whip and tucked it into the
sash around his waist. Then he said, "Stand, postulate, and face me."
Marcus obeyed, getting to his feet, his legs slightly uncertain,
considerably amazed when he became aware of his erection, and very
embarrassed by it. He was even more surprised when he saw that the monk
was staring at his cock and smiling. "A very impressive endowment!" Marcus
blushed furiously but made no attempt to cover himself. "You have done
well," continued the monk. "You channelled the pain into pleasure as you
were taught. Go now to Brother Jerome who will apply a salve to your back.
I will be waiting for you in my study." Marcus bowed and left the chapel,
ashamed of his nudity and of the cock which still stood flush against his
abdomen.
Marcus was 17 and would become a man in one year. For this reason, his
father, the Lord of these lands, had sent him to the monastery for
preparatory training. He had not been told what to expect, other than the
fact that he would have no rights of any kind during the following 12
months and that strict obedience would be demanded of him. On arrival the
week before (had it been only one week?), all his possessions had been
taken from him into safe keeping and in their place he was given a short
grey robe and a rosary. The robe was kept closed by means of a sash of the
same color, and invariably left his chest bare. Marcus found this
puzzling, but saw that all the postulants wore the same type of garment,
as did novices. Only ordained monks had full length black robes which
could be properly closed.
However, during the first month, postulants were not allowed to wear
anything; they were to remain naked at all times. It was explained that
this served to teach them humility and to make it clear that they had no
rights, not even those of privacy and modesty. So even though Marcus was
proud of his dark, well muscled and hirsute body, he had not yet gotten
used to walking around fully naked all day long, indoors and out, even
less so when he was so obviously aroused. For as the monk had observed,
nature had endowed him with a very sizable member; when fully erect, the
head reached well above his navel, almost to the cleft between his large
pecs. And he had balls to match, large and hanging very low in their
lightly hairy sack; they swung heavily back and forth as he walked, making
him constantly aware of them.
Thankfully, however, his nudity did not attract attention. After all,
there were many other postulants going around naked as well. It was a
common sight in the monastery. Most were youths about to enter manhood as
he was, and were also well built from hard work on farms or estates. And
he had seen most of them with erections from time to time. It was just a
matter of getting used to the situation. In the dormitory where everyone
slept naked (the robes were for day-time use only and they had no other
garments), there was much good natured teasing over cock size, but Marcus
was already used to that, aware that his was bigger than most. He was
proud of it, but not to the point of being vain.
There was also much talk of sex, of course. None of the youths were
virgins, naturally, and so they exchanged experiences and told tall tales
of conquests, as all young men do. But Marcus noticed that the postulants
who had been at the monastery for some time did not participate in these
conversations, and he wondered why.
The first week had been filled with long lessons on self denial and the
willing acceptance of pain and humiliation. They were repeatedly told that
all negative experiences had to be turned to positive ones, that pain
would bring pleasure, humiliation would turn to joy. They were to be
taught the many ways of achieving these goals, and taught also never to
seek personal gratification, but only to give it. Only in this way would
they become men worthy of leading others.
And today Marcus had received his first practical lesson. Notwithstanding
the many hours of lectures, Marcus had been shocked to discover that the
whipping had aroused him. He was confused, but could not deny the physical
evidence: he was hard. So he walked, head bowed in shame at the open
display of his excitement.
But by the time Marcus came to Brother Carl's study, his erection was gone
and his cock was hanging heavy over his testicles, still of quite
impressive size. His knock was answered by a curt, "Enter."
The study was dark, the windows covered by heavy drapes which blocked the
sunlight. Instead, several candles set in sconces gave some light. Shelves
lined the walls to left and right of the door and beneath the curtained
window was a large oak desk behind which sat the monk.
"It is my duty now to teach you one of the ways in which you offer
yourself for the pleasure of your fellow men," said Brother Carl. "Come to
the desk, place your hands on it and stand back so that your body is
bent at right angles, keeping your legs well apart." Marcus obeyed while
the monk stood and walked round the desk. And he felt the man touch his
most private part, his anus!
"You are not a woman," the monk said firmly. "Yet you have this, by which
you may offer great pleasure to men. You will be taught to do so. We will
train this hole so that it will give perfect satisfaction to any man's
cock. Your rewards will be the joy of giving pleasure to others, and the
joy of receiving a man's cock inside you."
Marcus gulped. "But Master, is sodomy not a crime against nature?"
Brother Carl laughed. "Unenlightened societies consider it so, yes. But we
know better. There is no crime in giving yourself for the pleasure of
others. Now, your anal training will be painful, initially, but you have
already learned how to turn pain into pleasure."
Marcus' mind was in turmoil. He had always been taught that sodomy was a
crime of the worst kind, and now a man of the cloth was telling him
otherwise. Had he not already had a week of rigorous indoctrination, he
would have rebelled instantly. Instead he hesitated. One part of his
initial training had already been shown to be true, that pain could become
pleasure. So it could well be that this was true too. After all, the
giving of self for the sake of others was a fundamental tenet of the
faith. Given that, even sodomy was right if he freely allowed it. And so
finally Marcus said, "Train me, Master, please."
"Excellent, Marcus," said Brother Carl. "I am pleased by your response.
Your training will be aimed at teaching you to relax the sphincter muscle
at will so as to accept any man's member, no matter what the size. You
will also learn to caress that cock once it is inside you, to focus your
mind on it and please it." As he spoke, the monk was rubbing his fingers
over Marcus' tightly closed hole, urging it to relax, until he was able to
push first one and then a second finger inside. Marcus grunted in
discomfort which was more mental than physical. The fingers were spread,
stretching his hole further still and two more inserted, of the monk's
other hand.
"I will now begin stretching your hole open, Marcus. This is something
which you will do on your own, during your hours of solitary study."
Marcus gasped at the sudden pain as his anus was spread open for a few
moments, then released. This exercise was repeated many times, and each
time the sphincter was stretched further open. Gradually, the pain
lessened as Marcus applied his new skills, transforming it into pleasure,
and once again he became erect.
After quite some time, though Marcus could not say how long, Brother Carl
withdrew his fingers. "Now show me how you will train yourself." Marcus
stepped forward to rest his chest on the desk. Reaching both hands behind
himself, he gradually pressed three fingers of each hand into his own
ass-hole, finding it surprisingly easy now that it was already loosened.
As the monk had done, Marcus pulled his hands apart, opening the hole
until it became painful, holding it open for a moment and then releasing
the pressure. He repeated this several times until the monk was satisfied.
Brother Carl went back to his chair as Marcus returned to a standing
position. "You are erect again, Marcus. That is a good sign. Practice
diligently as I have taught you. When you feel ready to give yourself,
return to me and I will take my pleasure inside you. Now go."
Marcus left the monk's study in even greater embarrassement than when he
had left the chapel. He was fully hard again, and he knew that everyone
else was aware of the training he had just received. Yet no one treated
him any differently than before or took particular notice of his aroused
state. So gradually he calmed down, as did his hard-on. Since there was
almost an hour left before evening prayers, Marcus went to the small rose
garden to try to sort out his muddled thoughts.
The sun was low in the sky now, and seemed to pick out each of the red
blooms in harsh detail. Sitting on a stone bench, Marcus stared unseeing
at one of the thorny bushes. His anus was sore and he was wondering how
much it would hurt to have it penetrated by a man's cock, how it would
feel to have a man deep inside him, using his body. Marcus' own dick had
gone soft, but as he thought more about being taken, it became hard again.
He was frightened by the idea of allowing a man to possess him, and yet
the idea thrilled him. And above all, the concept of giving his body so
that another man might receive pleasure captivated him. There was no
denying the righteousness of it.
Suddenly, Macrus' reverie was broken by a piercing wail. Marcus jumped to
his feet, trying to identify the source of the cry when it came again. The
kitchens. He began running.
----- 2 -----
The cook had found the body of a postulate in pantry. It was Charles, one
of the youths who had arrived at the same time as Marcus had. He had been
stabbed several times in the chest and abdomen, but what was most shocking
was that his genitals had been cut off and were missing. There were pools
of blood in the pantry but otherwise the was no sign of a struggle there or
in the kitchen itself.
By the time Marcus arrived, several other monks were there and Brother
Jerome had already been sent for, as well as the Abbott himself. There was
shocked silence as they stared in horror at the young man's mutilated
body. Marcus held back his tears as he recalled having spoken to the boy
just that morning. A wasted life. And why deprive him of his cock and
balls? To what end?
As he turned away, Marcus spotted a bit of grey, a piece of robe
protruding from under the pantry door. He picked it up and showed it to
the senior monk present. The man took it with a nod and examined it. "I
shall give this to the abbott," he said. Then in a louder voice, "All
postulants to their evening prayers!"
As Marcus knelt on the cold floor of the same chapel in which he had been
whipped earlier, he noticed that the other naked young men also bore signs
of having been flogged. He wondered if their tutors had given them the
same lessons that Brother Carl had given him a short while ago, whether
Charles had been killed before or after having received those lessons. The
piece of grey cloth seemed to indicate that another postulate was
implicated, but what had driven him to murder?
After evening prayers, the postulates and novices had a hour of study
time, as they did after morning prayers. These two hours were in fact the
only time during which they were granted some form of privacy, for to each
was assigned a small cubicle in the library which had no door but could be
closed by a heavy curtain. The rules of the monastery forbade the students
from being disturbed in their studies except in the case of emergency.
In his cubicle, Marcus set about fulfilling Brother Carl's orders. He
decided that the best way was to lie on the stone floor, so as to avoid
bumping into the desk or wooden partitions. Once on his back, he lifted
his legs up and back, until his thighs were resting on his chest. Then,
closing his eyes, he licked his fingers and went to work. Before long,
Marcus was fully aroused and had to make a conscious effort to maintain
silence: his stretching was achieving incredible results and was also
exciting him beyond belief. By the time the end of the hour was signaled
by a gentle chime, Marcus' cock was leaking abundant fluid onto his hairy
abdomen and he was almost breathless with lust.
As he left the cubicle, Marcus glanced at the other naked postulants and
saw that the majority of them were as aroused as he was. So he guessed
that they had received similar instructions. But he wondered how many of
them had made the decision he had: he intended to visit Brother Carl after
dinner that same night.
Meals were always silent. The new postulants served, naked as always, and
then sat with their own plates. No one ate before all were ready. This
evening, however, the Lord Abbott broke the silence. When all were seated,
he rose to his feet and boomed, "There has been death in the monastery
this day! One of our new postulants, Charles, was found murdered as you
must all know. I have sent Brother Patrick to summon the Lord Bishop and
the Inquisition. Until such time as they have determined the guilty party
or parties, no one may enter or leave the monastery! This unfortunately
means that visiting relatives will be turned away, but I trust that you
all will understand the necessity for this. In the meantime, life is to
continue as usual. If any of you feel you have anything to contribute to
the investigation, please report to me in my study. That is all."
The men began to eat. Conversation was forbidden in the refectory, but
Marcus could sense the unease, it was almost tangible. For his part,
Marcus was now thinking about the commitment he had made in the library,
his decision to yield to a man. He was terrified, not of the pain but of
the act itself. The pain did not frighten him, it excited him, and he
realized with a start that he was becoming hard again, right in the
refectory!
After the meal, the naked youths took away the dishes, leaving the washing
up to others. Marcus got away as quickly as he could and went to Brother
Carl's study. Once again, his knock was answered by a sharp, "Enter".
Marcus went in and shut the heavy door behind him.
"My Master," he began. "I wish to humbly offer my body to you in the hope
that you will honor me by possessing me with your cock and taking your
pleasure inside me." That said, he knelt and bowed his head to the ground.
Brother Carl stood and walked over to the handsome young man. "Already?
Are you sure?"
Without looking up, Marcus replied, "Yes, my Master. I desire it with all
my heart. My body is yours to use as you wish, and I further request that
you help me learn the joy of receiving pain."
For a few moments there was silence. Then a command was given. "Sit up,
Marcus." The young man obeyed, and watched in rapt fascination as his
tutor removed his long robe. The body revealed was lean but firmly
muscled, the chest and abdomen thickly covered in light brown hair. The
cock was thick and long, arching majestically over the monk's large balls.
"I belive that you are a rare one, Marcus, a man driven to serve other men
selflesly, prepared to give yourself in body and mind. Am I right?" Marcus
nodded without hesitation. He was mesmerized by the cock which filled his
vision, watching it slowly grow. Brother Carl smiled. "Yes, I was sure of
it. I will help you learn to serve, to adore God's most perfect creation:
man. Take my cock into your mouth, Marcus."
Marcus was stunned, but there was no doubt in his mind: he wanted it.
Leaning forward, Marcus opened his mouth and reverently allowed his
tutor's dick inside. The cock grew rapidly to erection, sliding along his
tongue till it hit the back of his throat. Marcus gagged slightly and
backed off a bit. He swallowed and tried again, this time feeling the
bloated head slide down his throat. He swallowed again and took the entire
length of cock, until his nose was pressed against the monk's pubes.
For several seconds, Brother Carl kept the postulant's head pressed
against his crotch before releasing him and withdrawing his cock
completely. It remained horizontal, bobbing slightly, glistening with
saliva. For the first time in his life, Marcus looked at an erect cock
with desire. Once again he took it into his mouth and this time, Brother
Carl began to fuck. So Marcus remained passive, simply keeping his mouth
open while the monk used it. The thrusts were slow and deep, the head
plunging down his throat every time. And Marcus understood the pleasure of
serving, his mind focused totally on the cock.
After quite some time, Brother Carl withdrew. He was breathing more
heavily, clearly very aroused. Under Marcus' gaze, the monk toyed with his
balls, drawing them down in their sack, stretching them as he looked at
the attractive youth kneeling before him. Finally he barked, "Stand!"
Marcus got to his feet, keeping them slightly spread, and held his hands
behind his back. He watched as the monk reached for his chest, kneading
the firm, hair-covered mounds. Fingers closed on his large nipples and
squeezed, very hard. Marcus groaned at the sharp pain and his cock
throbbed in response. Again and again Brother Carl tortured those nubs of
flesh, twisting and squeezing, until tears flowed from Marcus' eyes, but
the pain was sweet ecstasy.
When Brother Carl stepped back, Marcus stared at him, at his erection. His
chest throbbed and his mind burned with desire. Without waiting to be
ordered, Marcus knelt again, his back to the monk. He leaned forward and
spread his ass cheeks with both hands. His fingers probed into his
hair-ringed pucker and pulled it open, wide.
His eyes fixed on the offered hole, Brother Carl knelt and thrust his cock
into it, all the way.
Marcus cried out in pain and would have fallen forward had the monk not
grabbed his shoulders. For several minutes, neither man moved as Brother
Carl whispered encouragement. "Feel that cock, Marcus, feel it inside you.
Give yourself to it, worship it."
"Oh yes, my Master," groaned Marcus. "Your cock inside me, I can feel it,
I crave it. Take me, use me for your pleasure." Now on his hands and
knees, Marcus looked down and back, seeing the monk's balls dangling
behind his, wishing he could see the point where their bodies were joined,
where the cock disappeared into his ass. Only when Brother Carl began to
draw out was he able to see part of the shaft and felt a thrill knowing it
had been inside him.
Brother Carl fucked the postulate with long and very powerful thrusts. He
was incredibly turned on by the youth's firm, hairy body and tight ass and
thought only of his own pleasure, not caring that he was hurting his
student; besides, the boy was here to learn to appreciate pain. Reaching
between Marcus' legs, the monk gripped the young man's pendulous balls and
squeezed. Marcus cried out and his ass contracted on the cock inside him.
Just what he wanted, so the monk crushed the orbs again, and again.
All conscious thought had left Marcus by now. His balls were on fire, his
ass burned, and he wanted more. His erection pulsed, drooling huge amounts
of pre-cum onto the stone floor as he absorbed the pain, flowed with it
and soared. He focused on the organ plowing his insides, happy to be able
to please his tutor. And when the movements suddenly ceased, the cock deep
inside him, and he heard the monk gasp, Marcus smiled and welcomed the
man's sperm into his body.
When Brother Carl eventually pulled his now flaccid cock from Marcus' ass,
he ordered the youth to remain on all fours while he went to fetch
something. He returned with a butt plug which he showed to Marcus. The
young man did not know what it was at first, but he quickly found out. The
feeling was not at all unpleasant, he thought. "You will keep it inside
you till morning," ordered Brother Carl. "You will remove it before you
evacuate your bowels. You will clean it and return it to me."
Marcus nodded as he sat back on his heels. He was still erect as he
watched Brother Carl pull on his robe and tie it closed. Finally the monk
broached the issue. "Your goal is to give pleasure, not receive it. I will
allow you release at some other time. Do not neglect your anal training
during your morning study hour tomorrow. And should someone wish to make
use of you, worship his cock as you have done with mine. Now leave."
----- 3 -----
That night in the dormitory there was much whispered talk over the murder.
The young men kept glancing over at the one empty cot and shaking their
heads. But Marcus' plug did not escape notice for long and the topic was
quickly changed. Many questions were asked, but Marcus maintained silence
until one postulate, James, asked a direct question. "Brother Carl fucked
you, Marcus, didn't he?" For a moment, Marcus hesitated, so James added,
"Look, it will happen to us all, sooner or later. We're all getting the
same training. So did he do it?" Marcus nodded, and then came the question
he most feared. "And did you like it?"
He hesitated an instant before blurting out, "Yes I did. I liked it, I
liked feeling his cock inside me! And it was wonderful to be able to make
him feel good." For a second there was silence in the dorm, and then
Marcus was barraged with questions from all sides, which he tried to
answer as well as he could.
Then James asked another question which made the others fall silent. "Can
I fuck you, Marcus?"
And Marcus shook his head. "Not tonight. I have to keep the plug inside me
till morning." He paused. "But I would like to take your cock in my mouth
instead."
James smiled and strode over. "So do it, Marcus." James was the same age
as Marcus, his skin lighter, his torso hairless but well defined. His
body hair was confined to a small patch at his groin and under his arms.
His cock was somewhat smaller than Marcus', but still of a respectable
size and when erect, as it was rapidly becoming, stood at about 45 degrees
from his smooth abdomen.
All eyes were now on Marcus as he smiled broadly and guided the other
boy's cock down and between his lips. James' leer turned into an O of
surprise as he watched his dick disappear into his friend's mouth. No one
heard one of the older postulates say, "Finally!" before going down on his
neighbor's cock.
Marcus expected James to fuck his mouth as Brother Carl had, but when he
didn't, Marcus went to work himself. He had a cock in his mouth and it was
his duty to please it. So he began to suck it, bobbing his head up and
down rapidly, effectivly fucking his mouth on the erect member, bracing
himself by holding James' thighs.
James was in awe. For all his bravado, he had never had a blow job before.
Little did it matter to him that it was a man giving it to him now. It
felt good and he was soon at the point of no return.
When James came, Marcus drank the thick juice eagerly, happy that he had
pleased his comrade, and glad to be able to receive his cum. Drawing back,
James sat heavily on a cot, breathless, his dick still leaking onto his
thigh. Marcus wiped his lips and smiled up at the young fellow who was
standing in James' place. Paul had dark skin, like his own, and a moderate
growth of hair on his chest. He returned Marcus' smile and watched in
fascination as his still soft dick was swallowed.
Around this group, some of the older postulates were also busy sucking
their friend's cocks. They had been through this same period of discovery,
of course, but had been told to abstain until the new ones were introduced
to it. Now they could once more give way to their desires. Several were on
their knees, offering their asses to any who wished to take their pleasure
there. Eventually, other new postulates gave in and began looking for a
cock to suck.
After Paul shot his cum into Marcus' mouth, another cock took his place,
and another and another. He sucked them all, willingly, happy to explore
their differences, to arouse them, to swallow the warm sperm. When the
last pulled away, Marcus saw that most of the youths were getting into bed
or were already asleep. But James was still sitting, watching. He smiled.
"I still want your ass, Marcus. Tomorrow night, in front of all the
others."
Marcus nodded, returning the smile. "With pleasure, James. I hope that
Brother Thomas will train you as well as Brother Carl has trained me."
For a moment, James was taken aback. Then he shook his head. "I don't
know, Marcus. Not all men are destined to serve other men."
Marcus nodded. "You're right, of course. But we are here to learn humilty
and submission. I hope you can learn to enjoy it, for your own sake. For
my part, it has given a real meaning to my life."
James laughed, but there was no malice in him. "If nothing else, Marcus, I
will enjoy having you submit to my cock."
Marcus laughed with him. "I will enjoy it too, my friend."
The following morning, after morning prayers and breakfast, Marcus
returned to Brother Carl's study with the washed plug. The monk took it
with a smile. "How does your hole feel today, Marcus?"
Marcus blushed. "A little sore, my Master, and empty."
Brother Carl chuckled. "It is clear that you were born for this, Marcus.
You live to be fucked, my boy. Some of your fellow postulates will not
take their teaching so well and will never enjoy it. But you are special.
If I had the time, I would take pleasure in you now, but the court of the
Inquisition will be arriving shortly and I am needed. That poor boy's
genitals have not yet been found! But go to the stables, Marcus, up to the
loft. I will send Brother Erasmus to you. He is a little slow, but I am
sure he will amuse you."
Marcus was puzzled as he headed for the large stable. Brother Erasmus was
the monastery gardener, whom he had seen just once. He was young for a
monk, maybe 20 or so. He had long blond hair and an enviable build. But
why would he be amusing? While he waited, Marcus opted to continue his
anal training. So engrossed was he that he did not become aware of Brother
Erasmus until the monk chuckled.
"Well, well! Brother Carl was right! You are a treasure!"
Marcus sat up and stared as the young monk disrobed, revealing a broad
chest covered in light brown hair and a washboard abdomen. But it was the
cock that caught Marcus' gaze, for it was enormous: it seemed larger soft
that his own was fully erect! He watched the gardener stroke that organ to
an erection that defied belief. He reached for it but the monk avoided his
hand. "I don't have time to play, boy! If you want to suck it, come visit
me after dinner. Right now, I'm just going to fuck that hairy ass of yours
and then get back to my roses."
Marcus grinned and got on his knees, his back to the monk, and spread his
solid ass cheeks. He relaxed his sphincter and it obligingly opened. His
training was paying off. He heard Brother Erasmus chuckle. "Well done,
boy. This will hurt, so you had better cover your mouth or you'll have the
whole monastery running." Marcus complied and moments later tears filled
his eyes as the oversized cock forced its way into his ass. The pain was
excruciating, and he quickly responded by becoming fully erect.
Brother Erasmus muttered words of encouragement but he was not gentle; his
haste was apparent. Once his dick was fully inside Marcus' body, deeper
than the youth had ever experienced before, he began fucking, hard and
fast. Before giving way to his lust, the monk said, "Bother Carl said you
were to shoot while I fuck you, so get to it, boy." And so, for the first
time since his arrival at the monastery, Marcus gripped his shaft and
began stroking it, grateful to be able to do so while being possessed by
the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the panting of the two men in rut.
It didn't take long for Marcus to reach orgasm, and he began shooting
thick ropes of jism over the hay. Seconds later, Brother Erasmus began
pumping his cum into the youth's ass.
It was over as quickly as it had begun. The monk pulled out and began
dressing again. "If you want more, boy, come to me tonight. I can teach
you many new things." He sneered and scurried down the ladder. Marcus
stood and stretched languidly, feeling some of the monk's thick sperm seep
out of his still stretched anus and down his balls. As he smeared it over
his scrotum, he thought of how he would let James fuck him before going to
visit this incredibly hung monk. Then he caught a glimpse of red from the
corner of his eye, there, in the corner.
Walking over, Marcus soon realized that it was a splash of blood on the
wall, and on the floor, between the floor and the wall were Charles'
severed genitals. Marcus screamed.
Running across the courtyard, Marcus almost collided with a tall, middle
aged monk whom he had never seen before. He began to apologize but was
unable to speak coherently. The man calmed him, caressing his back gently,
until Marcus was able to bring himself to explain what he had seen. In the
meantime, Brother Carl and the Abbot himself had appeared and were
listening intently. As soon as the story was out, the Abbot sent Brother
Jerome to the sables to verify.
In the meantime, he had some explaining to do. "My Lord Inquisitioner, as
you may be aware, we teach humility, and thus our postulates are required
to spend time unclothed so as to learn this virtue. Please accept my
apologies."
The prelate smiled benignly. "I understand fully and applaud your
reasoning. I will wish to interrogate this postulate later, after having
examined the mortal remains of the deceased. Send him to my lodgings in
one hour. Since your rules require it, he need not be robed."
Marcus bowed, terrified, before the Lord Inquisitor and left in the
company of his mentor. In a low voice, Brother Carl asked, "You were with
Brother Erasmus; how was it?"
Marcus lowered his head and blushed. "It was wonderful, my Master. Being
taken by suck a large cock was an incredible experience. He had asked me
to come to his room tonight."
The monk smiled. "I think that you will have to postpone that. The Lord
Inquisitor has clearly taken a liking to you and will probably keep you
till morning. Be sure to offer him everything, Marcus. However I do not
know the man so I do not know what his tastes are. Be sensitive to his
needs and desires. Offer yourself discretely."
----- 4 -----
Unlike Brother Carl, the Lord Inquisitor allowed the sunlight to
illuminate his rooms. When Marcus entered, he found the prelate sitting
back in a large armchair, clearly at ease and relaxed. He had even allowed
to top of his robe to spread open, revealing a well defined, smooth chest
and offering a glimpse of a large nipple. He smiled broadly at Marcus and
bade him to sit in the armchair opposite him.
"In the privacy of these rooms, you may call me Albert," said the Lord
Inquisitor in a deep voice. "I cannot stand certain formalities, and I
need you to feel at ease." Marcus simply nodded, head lowered. "So,
Marcus, how do you find life in the monastery?"
Looking up, Marcus managed a weak smile. "I am adapting well to the
lessons of humility and the giving of self for the ... good of others, My
Lord, eh, Albert."
"Your nudity does not embarrass you?"
"Not any more. I no longer feel the need for privacy or to hide myself.
Modesty implies pride of self."
The Inquisitor nodded thoughtfully. "So tell me, Marcus, what were you
doing up in the stable loft today?"
Marcus blushed and lowered his eyes. "I was gratefully allowing a Brother
to use me for his pleasure."
Albert sat up. "The Brother was possessing you? Fucking you?" Marcus
nodded. "And you said that you gratefully allowed it. This means that it
pleased you to be fucked by him?"
Again Marcus nodded. "Oh yes, my Lord! It is a great privilege to be of
service to another man, to please him with my body in any way that he
desires. I discovered this great vocation in the teachings of the Brothers
here."
Albert sat back and steepled the fingers of his hands. "I was not aware of
the extent of these teachings, Marcus. I will need to give them some
thought."
For a few moments, neither of them spoke, until Marcus found the courage
to say, "My Lo... Albert, it would be a great honor for me if you would
take pleasure with me."
The Inquisitor opened his mouth to speak, then changed his mind. He sat in
silence for a little. Then he sighed. "I cannot deny that you are an
exceptionally attractive young man and that I desire you, but maybe in a
way to which you are not accustomed. Come here."
Marcus stood and walked over to the older man who also came to his feet.
And Albert began caressing Marcus' chest, gently. The boy was dumbfounded.
"I have always been drawn to men with hair covered bodies," murmured
Albert. "Possibly because the Lord saw fit to deprive me of such
covering."
Marcus was even more astounded when the Lord Inquisitor knelt, gently
gripped his growing cock and took it into his mouth. He had never received
a blow job before, and now he began to learn what exquisite sensations he
gave to the men he sucked. He wanted to protest, but it felt good,
very good in fact. When he felt fingers probe at his hole, Marcus spread
his legs and leaned forward, placing his hands on Albert's shoulders for
support. Four fingers entered him easily and he groaned in pleasure as his
anus was stretched. Then the thumb was pressed in as well and Marcus
grunted in surprise as he felt the entire hand gradually force its way
into his ass, until his burning sphincter was able to relax somewhat
around the man's wrist.
Albert released the young man's cock and looked up at him. Marcus'
expression showed his pleasure at taking the Inquisitor's fist inside his
rectum. Albert fucked that ass with his hand for quite some time, seeing
Marcus' pleasure, watching the youth's cock drool clear fluid onto his
hairless chest. But eventually Albert's own desire became too strong to
resist. When he withdrew his fist, Marcus almost cried out in
disappointment.
Standing, Albert quickly disrobed, revealing a trim, well defined body,
almost devoid of hair. His cock, of average size, arched up from the small
patch of hair at his groin. "It is your turn now, my hairy young beauty,"
he said, kneeling on the armchair and presenting his tight ass. And
between the firm cheeks Marcus saw the man's rosy pucker. "Fuck it,
Marcus."
Marcus' hands were trembling as he placed them on the Lord Inquisitor's
butt. He had never expected this, but realized that other men might take
pleasure the same way he did, by allowing themselves to be used. Without
using his hands, he guided his cock to the man's anus and pressed forward,
watching in awe as the sphincter blossomed open and allowed his member
inside.
"Oh yes," gasped Albert. "It feels good, Marcus. Such a big cock! Now take
me the way you like to be taken!" So Marcus gave up all restraint and
fucked the man violently, letting himself go to the feeling of tight
warmth which enveloped his cock. He became deaf to Albert's words of
encouragement as he tortured his own nipples, floating on the self-induced
pain. And when he came, Marcus covered his mouth with his hand to stifle
a scream of lust as he blasted his cum into the prelate's body.
"That was superb," whispered Albert a few minutes later when the youth
withdrew from his ass. "I came twice while you were fucking me and you
didn't even notice." Albert smiled at Marcus' embarrassment. The
Inquisitor lifted the young man's genitals in his hand. "I wish you to
spend the night and do it again, many times. Will you?"
Marcus nodded. "Anything which will please you."
"Good, but this is to be our secret, Marcus. I will inform the abbot that
I require your assistance in the investigation and that you are to remain
with me. Are we agreed?"
"Certainly, My ... Albert," said Marcus with a shy smile. He looked down
at his cock, which was growing hard again in the man's hand. "I can read
and write, so I can truly assist you by keeping notes."
Albert laughed. "Excellent!" He got to his feet and pulled Marcus into his
arms. Reaching behind the youth, he spread Marcus' butt and plunged four
fingers of each hand inside the young man's ass. Marcus gasped and ground
his hips against the older man's. "Do it to me too, Marcus," breathed the
prelate. Marcus grinned and complied, drawing a deep groan from the
Inquisitor. As they worked one another's holes, Albert said, "I am afraid
that my cock will not satisfy you, but have no fear, I have several
implements, normally reserved for interrogation, which will open your
delicious hole more than you believe possible."
Marcus smiled coyly. "Do you use them on yourself, Albert?"
The Inquisitor began to laugh, and so much that he was forced to pull away
from the youth's arms and sit. When he managed to regain his composure, he
nodded as he dried the tears from his eyes. "Yes, Marcus, I do, of course.
What an impertinent brat you are!" And he smiled to show that his insult
was a good natured one. "But now I have work to do before the day ends. Go
summon the cook and return with him. You will transcribe our
conversation. After that I will dictate my notes to you. I also must
meet in private with the Father Abbot. After that, we will have the whole
night together. Tomorrow we must conduct a search for the murder weapon,
though I fear that it has already been washed and returned to its rightful
place."
----- 5 -----
Marcus returned to the dormitory while the Lord Inquisitor was with the
Abbot. All his duties had been suspended while he assisted the Inquisitor
in his investigation. He had seen Brother Carl briefly, and his tutor was
very pleased by young man's success. Marcus did not tell him anything of
what he had done with Albert, but it was clear to the monk that he had
been right in thinking that the Inquisitor had taken a liking to Marcus.
Carl was not jealous, but he was slightly worried that the attention would
go to the youth's head and undermine his training. But there was nothing
he could do about it as long as the Lord Inquisitor was at the monastery.
While Marcus washed his face over a basin, he suddenly felt a hand caress
his rear. He smiled, reached back and spread his buns. Fingers probed his
hair-ringed anus, slipping inside. Moments later, they were replaced by a
cock. Only when the member was fully inside him did Marcus look over his
shoulder.
James smiled. "You promised, Marcus, and seeing your perfect ass, I could
not resist."
"Indeed I did promise, James. Was it worth the wait?"
James nodded. "Oh yes, it's wonderful!"
Marcus straightened and pulled away from his friend. Before James could
protest, Marcus said, "Take me on your bed, James. We will both be more
comfortable."
Lying on his back, his legs drawn up to his chest, Marcus guided James'
cock back to his hole and grunted as it was thrust inside. "Now fuck me
hard and fast," he breathed. "For I must return to the Lord Inquisitor's
lodgings within the hour."
And Marcus was knocking on the Inquisitor's door right on time. He found
Albert pacing the room, deep in thought. "Shut the door and sit, Marcus."
The postulate complied. "So far we have nothing. We have a murder victim,
no suspect and what is worse, no apparent motive. Why, Marcus, would
someone kill the poor boy and then sever his genitals? There is no
evidence that he was anally penetrated, but I did discover traces of sperm
in his mouth. So he was killed right after he sucked the murderer's cock."
Albert threw up his hands in resignation and sprawled in an armchair. His
robe came open to bare his chest and Marcus had to suppress the urge to go
suck those large nipples. For several minutes they sat in silence, then
Albert stood and resumed his pacing. "The body was found in the kitchen,
so our investigation must begin there. There is no sign of a struggle so
it is likely that this is where the sexual act and the killing took place.
Who could Charles have been servicing in the pantry?"
Marcus spoke up. "The cook, maybe, or one of the novices who help in the
kitchen."
Albert stopped walking. "Yes, naturally. I shall need their names, Marcus.
I will talk to them in the morning, and in the meantime, you will go and
examine their robes, to see if you can find one which is torn. I will have
the Abbot assign tasks to all of them so that you will not be disturbed.
Be careful not to leave evidence of your search. If you discover anything,
leave it there and report to me." Marcus nodded.
For a few more minutes, the Inquisitor stood, staring out the window at
the night sky. Then he shrugged. "There's nothing more we can do tonight."
He untied the sash of his robe and shrugged out of the garment, allowing
it to fall on the floor. Then he sat in the armchair again, his legs wide.
"Come suck my balls, Marcus. It helps me relax."
In a flash, Marcus was kneeling between the prelate's legs, licking the
hairless orbs, taking one, then the other, then both into his mouth.
Albert crossed his legs over the youth's back, holding him in place, and
Marcus took the liberty of thrusting several finger's into Albert's now
exposed anus.
For what seemed like hours, Marcus nursed the older man's balls. Albert
showed his pleasure by raising his hips to meet the sucking mouth,
grunting when the fingers were plunged into his ass. When Marcus thought
that his knees would give out altogether, the Inquisitor finally released
him. They were both breathless, but smiling.
Albert had Marcus stand, and cupped the postulate's balls in his hand. "So
large, so hairy." His hand closed and Marcus gasped at the flower of pain,
but his cock throbbed and released a thread of clear fluid. When they were
released, his testicles dropped heavily and Albert swatted them, making
them swing between Marcus' powerful thighs. Marcus grinned and rotated his
hips, making his balls swing more.
Suddenly the Inquisitor stood. "On the bed and expose you ass," he
ordered. While Marcus obeyed, Albert rummaged in his bag and drew out a
strange device. "Doctors occasionally use things like this to perform
examinations. I have had one made specially in order to achieve greater
expansion." He smiled as he inserted the speculum into Marcus' ass and
began to open it. Soon Marcus's face was twisted in a grimace of pain as
his hole was stretched further open than he had ever thought was possible,
and still the stretching continued. His body bathed in sweat, the hair on
it matted down, Marcus applied his skills and transformed the pain to
pleasure; his cock throbbed against his abdomen, leaking abundantly.
"Such a beautiful rosy color inside," murmured Albert. "The healthy color
of youth." And he stopped opening the device. "During interrogation, I
open men's holes far more than this," he said somberly. "But that usually
leads to permanent damage."
The Inquisitor got on the bed and knelt over Marcus' head. He placed a
hand on either side of the youth's hips, guided his cock into Marcus'
mouth and began fucking. Marcus took it with ease, for the organ was
considerably smaller than Brother Carl's; in fact, it was delightful to
feel it slide over his tongue.
Albert was in no hurry, so even though his thrusts was violent, they were
slow and regular. Since the boy's legs were drawn back, Albert had a
perfect view of the impossibly stretched anus and it was on this that he
focused. When eventually he decided to shoot, he paused and pushed his
balls into Marcus' mouth alongside his dick. The feeling was exquisite and
minutes later, the Inquisitor was in the throes of orgasm. Marcus drank
the thick cream eagerly, relishing the taste of the man's cum.
Breathless, the prelate sat back and watched the muscular, hairy young man
continue to suck his slowly wilting cock. Albert was fully aware that
Marcus was a rare find, a truely selfless person who could devote himself
totally to another man without asking anthing in return. And many would
have used such a person thoughtlessly. But since Albert too was motivated
mainly by giving, he opted to teach Marcus as much as he could and to try
to help the youth find a man who would be worthy of his service. He
doubted that Brother Carl was such a man.
Moving off the bed, Albert collapsed the speculum and withdrew it from
Marcus' anus. But before the boy's sphincter could close, he inserted his
hand. His fist entered with ease this time, for the anal muscle had been
stretched wide for a long time. Marcus raised his head, groaning at the
fullness he felt in his rectum, meeting the Inquisitor's eyes with a
smile. The fist pressed inward, deeper. Marcus lay back, eyes closed,
taking it all. Albert did not stop until most of his forearm was embedded
in the young man's body.
The Inquisitor paused to look at Marcus. The youth's face was streaked
with tears, but his expression and his massive hard-on showed that he was
in ecstasy. For his part, Albert was pleased; he had never before achieved
such depth of penetration outside of the interrogation cells, and in those
cases his intent was not to give pleasure. He watched Marcus as he twisted
his hand left and right and was rewarded with a gasp and a smile. Closing
his free hand tightly round the base of Marcus' genitals, Albert
slowly began fucking his fist in the postulate's ass.
Pain filled Marcus' mind: his insides stretched to accommodate the
thrusting arm, his cock and balls were encircled in a vice-like grip. And
he thrived on it, absorbed it, transformed it. His mind soared as the
intense feelings washed through his physical being. Each time the hand
sank into him, Marcus cried out, but he was unaware of this. He fought
back the rapidly approaching orgasm, but it was useless. When he came, it
was like nothing he had experience before. His cum shot high in the air
before it splattered all over his face and chest and he howled.
----- 6 -----
The following morning, Marcus woke with a very sore ass, but the memory of
what had happened that night made him smile. He was already hard. Beside
him, Albert was sleeping face down. Without hesitation, Marcus mounted
him. Albert woke with a muffled cry, then chuckled, spreading his legs
wider. The fuck was rough and brief. Marcus pulled out shortly after
having filled the Inquisitor's ass with his cream. Then he brought Albert
to orgasm with his mouth.
Marcus left while the Lord Inquisitor dressed. He had to attend mass and
then search the novices' dormitory. As promised, the dorm was empty and
Marcus was able to conduct a very careful search, making sure that he left
everything exactly as he had found it. He examined each robe carefully,
but found none to which that small piece of cloth could belong. So the
robe he was searching for was either in use or had been destroyed.
Disappointed, Marcus returned to the Inquisitor's rooms.
There, he found Albert interviewing one of the novices, Philip, who was
assigned to kitchen duty. The young man was clearly terrified of the
Inquisitor for he kept wringing his hands in his lap and shifting his
weight from one foot to the other as he stood before the prelate's desk.
The presence of the naked postulate did nothing to ease his tension, for
now he was distracted by Marcus' imposing member.
But the interview was over and Philip was clearly relieved when the
Inquisitor told him to leave and send in the next novice. "This is the
last one," said Albert when he and Marcus were left alone. "Nothing so
far. Did you find anything?"
Marcus shook his head. "Nothing. Well, I did find a few plugs such as the
one Brother Carl had me wear."
Albert's eyes opened in surprise and then he broke into laughter. "Go to
my bags, Marcus. You will find several there." He watched in fascination
as the postulate extracted one of the larger plugs, bent over to spread
that wonderfully hairy butt, and inserted the object into his hole. Marcus
was smiling when he turned round, and was now partly erect. Albert
chuckled, and then there was a knock at the door, so he called out,
"Come!"
The novice was about 20 years old, tall, dark hair, deep-set dark eyes. He
bowed. "I am Bruce, my Lord."
Albert nodded. "Strip and give your robe to Marcus." The young man obeyed
without hesitation, revealing a sculptured body with a light covering of
black hair on his chest which became a thin line down his abdomen before
reaching his dense pubic bush. Bruce stood with his hands clasped behind
his back while Marcus examined the robe, and found a torn corner. Without
a word, Marcus showed this to Albert.
The Inquisitor looked up at the novice, his expression stern. The novice
was apparently stunned. For a moment he simply stood there gaping, then he
lowered his head and sighed. "I should have confessed as soon as he was
found dead but I was afraid I would be accused." Bruce paused and looked
up, meeting Albert's fixed gaze. "I was with Charles in the pantry. He
sucked my cock." The novice blushed slightly but continued. "He did that
often, he liked it, he said. I left him there as soon as I shot. He was
alive, I swear it! He was kneeling on the floor masturbating when I closed
the door!"
Albert nodded and sat back, steepling his fingers. "Marcus, lock this
young man in the bedroom while I speak with the Abbot. I will need to
conduct a more complete interrogation." His meaning was obvious and Bruce
paled noticeably. He began to protest but the Inquisitor raised his hand to
silence him and stood. "You will have a chance to say more later."
When the prelate had left, Bruce dropped to his knees and clasped Marcus'
legs. "Please, don't let him torture me! I didn't kill Charles, I swear!"
"I can't help you, Bruce. But if you didn't do it, who did?"
The novice shook his head. "I don't know. Charles loved to suck cock, and
I know I wasn't the only one. We would take turns letting him do it. It
could have been anyone. It was just my bad luck that my robe caught in the
door when I was leaving." Bruce reached up and gripped Marcus' flaccid
organ. "I do a good job too."
Marcus chuckled as he watched the young man toy with his cock. "Sucking me
will do you no good, Bruce. I cannot prevent the Lord Inquisitor from
questioning you."
Bruce dropped his hand from the postulate's cock, which was almost fully
erect by now. He shrugged. "It's so big I probably couldn't take it
anyway."
Marcus grinned and pulled the novice to his feet. "Listen, I have to lock
you in the bedroom now. Try not to worry. If you're innocent, the Lord
Inquisitor will believe you." Bruce nodded and allowed himself to be
ushered into the other room.
When Albert returned half an hour later, he found Marcus sitting at his
desk sorting out his papers. "Well, young man, do you wish to be present
during the interrogation?"
Marcus shook his head. "I think he's innocent. He said that Charles was a
notorious cock sucker and serviced a lot of men in that pantry."
Albert shook his head. "If that's true, it could be anyone. How will we
find the criminal?"
Marcus was ready with the answer. "Easy. I'll take his place."
The Inquisitor laughed, but quickly turned serious. "No, Marcus, it's far
too dangerous. You don't need to take such risks to suck cock!"
This time Marcus chuckled. "I know that, Albert. But have you got a better
idea?" For several minutes, Albert pondered, and eventually shook his
head. "It's done then," said Marcus. "Question Bruce if you must, but try
not to damage him. I'm off to begin my own investigation."
"And where," asked Albert, drawing the postulant into his embrace.
Marcus pondered. "The rose garden. The gardener will spread the word that
I'm hungry for cock."
Ten minutes later, Marcus found Brother Erasmus tending his roses. "I am
sorry I was not able to accept your hospitality last night, Brother," he
said quietly. "As you may know, the Lord Inquisitor has requested my
assistance in his investigation." The monk nodded his acceptance of
Marcus' apology, so Marcus went on. "But Brother, I dreamed of your
beautiful big cock last night. I need it so badly!" The monk looked up
sharply, then checked to make sure that no one was within hearing
distance. "I am sure," continued Marcus, "that you will want to tell your
friends that I will be in the stable loft every day after lunch, eager to
serve any who honor me with their cocks."
The Brother's excitement was plain: his robe was tented out in front,
unable to hide his rampant erection. "I will meet you there in ten
minutes," he whispered. "A few select friends will follow."
Marcus lay face down on the hay. He had removed the plug from his ass and
had spread his legs wide apart. He heard someone climbing the ladder but
did not turn to look. Shortly afterwards, something pressed against his
sphincter and entered him. It was Brother Erasmus. "Such a prefect ass,"
sighed the gardener as he sank his monstrous cock into it. "I brought
Philip with me. Suck him slowly for he will take my place when I am
finished."
Marcus raised his head. He had not seen the novice naked before and was
impressed. The youth was very well built and very hairy, much like Marcus
himself, except that his body hair was dark brown as opposed to the black
of Marcus' growth. The cock which waved before his face was impressive,
the balls large and drawn up. When Marcus opened his mouth, the large
organ thrust inside and straight down his throat.
Marcus revelled in being used for the pleasure of these two men, in being
fucked at both ends. The cock in his mouth moved slowly, languidly, for
Philip was biding his time. Brother Erasmus, on the other hand, was
pounding Marcus' ass with a vengeance, as he had the day before, brutally
fucking his oversized member in the youth's body. The monk kept the
hairy buns wide apart with his hands so he could watch his organ as it
rammed in and out of the clutching ring of muscle.
Philip pulled his dick from Marcus' lips, turned and presented his
hair-filled crack. Marcus attacked it with gusto, pressing his face
between the young man's ass cheeks, probing with his tongue until he
located the tight pucker. The sphincter relaxed immediately and Marcus
pushed his tongue inside the velvety tunnel.
In the meantime, Bruce was tied spread-eagled to a St Andrew's cross in
one of the monastery's cellar's. He was naked, and very heavy weights hung
from his balls, stretching them painfully. The Lord Inquisitor stood
before him. "Well, young man, do you still maintain that you are
innocent?" When Bruce nodded, Albert proceeded to drive many long needles
through the novice's nipples. Screams filled the room.
After Brother Erasmus had shot his load in Marcus' ass and hastily
departed, Philip eagerly took the monk's place. He flipped Marcus onto his
back, raised and spread his legs and sank his cock into the youth's hole.
Head back, hands playing with his very prominent nipples, Philip began to
fuck, and he did so even more violently than Brother Erasmus had. Marcus
took it with joy, using both hands to keep his ass cheeks spread as far
apart as possible.
The Lord Inquisitor held Bruce's limp member in his left hand, a needle in
his right. The novice was sobbing. "My Lord, I swear I did not harm
Charles!" Albert sighed and released the young man's cock. He was
convinced. Swiftly he unbound the youth who collapsed into his arms. He
was no closer to solving the mystery than before.
Philip paid no attention to Marcus as he pumped his cock in and out of the
postulant's ass. Instead, his hands roamed over his own body, touching,
caressing, stimulating. But Marcus did not mind. He drew satisfaction from
the fact that Philip was taking pleasure inside him. Then he noticed that
another novie had climbed into the loft and was disrobing. It was Andrew.
Marcus only knew him by name, but had never spoken to him. Andrew was
about 22, had blond hair and blue eyes, his body was trim, well defined
and almost hairless.
Andrew knelt over Marcus' head and thrust his slightly under-sized
erection into Marcus' mouth. Hairless balls settled on the bridge of
Marcus' nose, and Andrew began fucking that mouth as brutally as Philip
was fucking the postulate's ass. Reaching forward, Andrew closed his fist
round the base of Marcus' genitals. "What a waste," he said. "Such a big,
beautiful cock on one who doesn't use it."
Philip laughed heartily. "Yes, true. He could spilt you open with that
thing. And look at his balls! They're much bigger than Charles' were. They
must be full of sperm." Marcus stiffened at hearing the name. Now he was
scared, but he tried to give no sign of it. "Why don't you drink his
sperm, Andrew," continued Philip. "It might be good for you." Marcus heard
a snarl, but moments later, a warm mouth engulfed his raging erection.
Philip chuckled. "That's right, suck it! That's a real man's cock, not
like that thing you have." Marcus felt Andrew tense in rage, but the
novice did interrupt his mouth work.
The violent fucking, the vice-like grip round the base of his genitals and
the mouth on his cock soon had their effect. His back arched, his groans
cut off by the cock thrusting in his mouth, Marcus came, and copiously.
Taken by surprise, Andrew choked and spluttered as the thick cream shot
down his throat, but he swallowed as much as he could, and then licked up
all that he had lost.
Lifting his head, Andrew murmured, "That was really good!"
Philip laughed. "Want more? Glad to oblige!" And he yanked his cock out of
Marcus' ass. Andrew was on it in a flash. Philip groaned and moments
later, cum was again seeping from the corners of Andrew's lips as he
gulped his friend's juice.
Andrew pulled his cock from Marcus' mouth and knelt beside the postulant,
fisting it rapidly. Philip and Marcus watched as Andrew grunted and came,
spewing all over Marcus' hairy chest. Then the novice bent over and lapped
up his own sperm, till Marcus' body was wet but clean.
"What a cum pig," said Philip in scorn as he dressed and turned to leave.
He paused and looked over his shoulder with a lewd smile. "Maybe the Lord
Inquisitor could stretch that little cock of yours to a decent size."
"Damn him," said Andrew after Philip had gone. "He insults me because he
knows I can't live without his cock. Then I found Charles who had a
beautiful cock too, but he wanted to suck, not be sucked. We might
have worked something out, but now he's dead." Andrew paused and Marcus
sat up. The novice suddenly smiled and reached for Marcus' semi-erect
cock. "Now I've found this," he said. "Maybe I can be rid of Philip if
you'll let me..."
Marcus smiled and pushed Andrew down. "Suck it," he said.
----- 7 -----
After lunch, Marcus and Albert were alone in the prelate's lodgings and
Marcus referred everything that had happened. They agreed that Philip was a
very likely suspect for the murder of Charles. The motive was probably
jealousy, the fear of losing Andrew or rather his services. But they
needed proof.
"The only way is to trap him," said Marcus. "To make him think that Andrew
has given him up for me."
Albert shook his head. "It's too dangerous! I don't want to lose that big
cock of yours either!"
Marcus laughed, then grimaced in pain as the Inquisitor crushed his balls
in his fist. "Oh yes, hurt me!"
Albert's grip tightened but then he released the hairy testicles. "But I
think you're right," he said. "There is no other way to prove his guilt.
But first I will attempt to question him. If he does not break, then we
will resort to your idea."
Less than an hour later, Philip was tied naked to the same wooden cross
from which Bruce had hung earlier. His balls were already impossibly
stretched and yet he refused to speak a single word. Albert was determined
to do the utmost to get the truth while not causing permanent damage to
the youth. He brought out his speculum and thrust it into the novice's
hair-ringed anus. As the device stretched Philip's hole open, the young
man began to sob, and then scream in pain. Albert asked, "Who murdered the
postulate Charles?" But still there was no reply. So Albert brought out
the needles.
That evening, while Marcus helped him undress, Albert sighed. "Philip was
in great pain, but said nothing. I did not want to damage him too badly,
so he will be out of the infirmary in a day or two. Use this time to win
over the novice Andrew." Marcus nodded as he caressed the Inquisitor's
cock and balls. For a few moments, neither spoke. But eventually Albert
said, "I must confess that I am slightly jealous." Marcus looked up and
the prelate nodded. "Yes, it's true. I feel deep affection for you. And
yet we cannot be together for several reasons. My position will not allow
me to be associated with young men, but above all, we both seek
domination."
Marcus lowered his eyes, saddened, but he recognized the truth in what
Albert had said. He cared deeply for the Inquisitor, but they could not
truly satisfy each other. Marcus was happy only when he served and was
used; The same was true for Albert.
The Inquisitor gently raised Marcus' head. "Don't be sad. We will be
friends with a special secret."
Marcus turned and fled. Even though he knew Albert was right, his heart
was broken. Without knowing what he was doing, he found himself outside
the monastery and heading for the village below. He was still naked, but
he didn't care. He ran and ran, tears streaming down his face, simply
following the road to wherever it led. Eventually, he sank to the ground
against a sign post on the outskirts of the village.
"You must be a new one in the monastery."
Marcus looked up. It was almost dark by now. The man bending over him was
bare chested, massively built, and very hairy. His hair was jet black and
he had short beard. His blue eyes made a sharp contrast to his dark
complexion. Marcus could not help but notice the huge bulge in the man's
pants, and started to become aroused.
The man chuckled as he saw the naked youth's cock swell. "Well well," he
said. "Come back to my place and I'll show you what you want to see."
The wooden cabin was small but clean. Marcus sat on a chair as the man lit
a fire. "Name's Jake," he said. "I live alone here. Don't see many good
looking boys like you around here, especially not naked ones." Marcus
blushed furiously at that. Jake walked over and groped himself. "You been
staring at this all the time. I got a real big piece of meat here. Think
you can handle it?"
Marcus nodded as he dropped to his knees in front of the man. He fumbled
with the pants and got them down, revealing a truly mammoth cock and
enormous balls. Marcus gaped and Jake laughed. "Told you it was big, kid,"
he said. "Always been looking for some hot man who can take good care of
it." Marcus gave his answer by taking that foot long organ into his
mouth, all the way, till his nose was buried in the dense black hair of
Jake's crotch. Jake gasped in surprise. "Oh shit, kid! What do they teach
you up there?"
Marcus drew back, smiling. "To give pleasure," he said. "But I never saw a
cock as big as yours, nor such huge balls." And he began licking the hair
covered orbs.
Jake chuckled, but he was very aroused. A superbly built, hairy young man
was devouring his balls and he knew that soon he would be spreading the
young man's ass. Jake had had many men and women in his life, though he
soon discovered that women didn't really know how to please a man.
Besides, men's bodies were more like his, and he was turned on by his own
body, his cock, his thick body hair. Jake was a true narcissist, and would
often masturbate while staring at his own reflection in a mirror. He cared
little for his partner's enjoyment; all he wanted was to get off.
As if reading Jake's mind, Marcus sat back on his heels and said, "Will
you fuck my hairy ass with that big cock?" Without knowing it, Marcus had
found Jake's weakness: a hairy ass.
Jake stood, his enormous cock standing out from his groin. "On your back,
kid. Let me see it." Marcus complied, drawing his legs back against his
chest, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands, and relaxed his anus. Jake
stared at the wide open hole. "Oh God," he gasped. "I have never seen
anything more perfect!" Kneeling, he ran his hands over Marcus' firm ass,
toyed with dense hair that grew in the crack and then slid a few fingers
into the youth. "I see now that you have been taught well. How much
can you take?"
"Anything you want. Your fist, if it pleases you. Maybe both." Jake's
mouth dropped open and Marcus smiled. "Please fuck me now."
With a lewd grin, Jake leaned forward and sank his pole into Marcus' ass,
all the way. Both men gasped in pleasure. Marcus' cock throbbed at the
exquisite sensation of having such a huge member inside him. He used his
skills to massage that organ with his rectal muscles, drawing a grunt of
surprise from the big man. Jake gave himself over to lust and began to
plow the muscular young man below him. For his part, Marcus let his mind
soar on the pain/pleasure of the fuck. He knew that he had finally found a
man he could serve, a man who would use him the way he wanted to be used
and for whom he would do anything.
Jake was lost in the throes of passion. It had been a while since his last
fuck and he was close already. A few more thrusts and with a howl he
exploded, blasting his cum deep into Marcus' body. For many minutes, Jake
remained motionless, catching his breath. But eventually he sat back on
his heels, pulling his cock out. Their eyes met and they understood what
they wanted.
"Will you stay with me, Marcus?" asked Jake. "Serve me and I will care for
you."
Smiling, Marcus propped himself up on his elbows. "I have unfinished
business in the monastery. I must return tomorrow. But when it is
concluded, I will return to you, Jake, and serve you. I will be yours to
use as you desire."
Jake beamed and pulled Marcus into his arms. For the first time in his
life, he desired someone other than himself, and what was more, the young
man wanted him too. Marcus would be leaving in the morning, but morning
was still a long way off.
Jake pushed the postulate back and got to his feet. "Stay there and keep
that hole open. I want to play with it a bit before I fuck it again."
Smiling broadly, Marcus resumed his initial position. Shortly, Jake
returned with several large agates. They were round and perfectly
polished. After briefly caressing the youth's firm butt, Jake pressed one
of the stones against Marcus' anus. Marcus' eyes opened wide in surprise,
then he grinned and relaxed and the stone slid in. Another followed, and
then a third. Marcus was in some discomfort, but his rampant erection
betrayed his excitement.
"Now give them back to me," said Jake. With some effort, Marcus was able
to expel the three stones into Jake's waiting hand. The exercise was
repeated several times until the postulate had no difficulty in accepting
and retaining five stones, and then expelling them again.
Jake reinserted the stones into his boy's ass (he was already thinking of
Marcus as his) and then reached for Marcus' nipples. He worked them
roughly between thumb and forefinger. "Nice and big," he said. "When you
come back to me, I'll set a gold ring in each, linked with a chain. Would
you like that?"
Marcus nodded eagerly. "I will be your slave. You can do anything you want
to me."
Jake pondered on that. "My slave, yes. I think I'll put a third ring
through your cock so I can keep you chained inside when I'm not around."
Jake mauled Marcus' nipples in silence for several more minutes. Then,
"Give me back the stones now. I'm ready to fuck you again."
----- 8 -----
Early the next morning, his ass sore from the night with Jake, Marcus
found Andrew and Philip together in the laundry room. Speaking loudly
enough for Philip to hear, he said to Andrew, "My balls are full of cum.
Do you want it?" After a moment's hesitation, Andrew nodded and followed
the muscular postulate out.
An hour later, Marcus knocked at the Lord Inquisitor's door. "Marcus,
where have you been?" exclaimed Albert.
Marcus entered. "I have found my destiny," he said. "A man to serve and
love. I will be leaving the order as soon as this murder is solved. I will
be his."
For a moment, Albert said nothing. Then he gave a sad smile. "I hope you
will be happy, Marcus," he said at last. "I will speak to the Abbot
myself. You will have no problems in obtaining release from your vows."
Marcus nodded his thanks. "I saw Andrew and Philip this morning and
proceeded according to our plan. I must say that Andrew sucks cock very
well." Both men laughed at this. The tension was broken.
Albert drew the young postulate into his arms. "I will miss you, and your
big cock," he said with a smile. He paused. "The mother house needs a
gardener. Maybe I should speak with Brother Erasmus."
Marcus chuckled. "Do that, Albert. But now I'd better go look for Philip.
I trust that you will not be far away."
By the time Marcus found Philip, it was after lunch. He approached the
novice in the study hall and whispered, "Want to fuck me with your big
cock?"
Uncaring of those who could see, Philip moved his right hand down between
Marcus' legs and thrust four fingers into the postulate's ass, making
Marcus grunt in surprise. "Yes," he hissed. "I'm going to teach you to
leave Andrew alone! He's mine!"
Marcus shrugged. "He wanted to suck my cock."
"We'll see about that," Philip growled. "Be in the rose garden in ten
minutes."
Marcus waited, both excited and frightened. The garden seemed deserted. He
hoped that Albert was not far away, but he dared not call out. He looked
down at himself: his bulging, hair-covered chest, his trim abdomen, his
magnificent erection. But his biggest asset was hidden below his full
balls: his anus. It was with this that he could give men greatest
pleasure, that he would give Jake pleasure. Marcus slid his hand down his
cock and toward that special hole.
"Yes, spread it open for me!" Marcus jerked his head up at the barked
command. It was Philip. He was striding down the gravel path, his robe
already open, revealing the novice's hirsute body and massive organ.
Marcus forced himself to smile. He sat back and spread his legs wide,
revealing his hole. Philip let out an audible groan. "Beautiful! Now stand
up, hands on the bench, legs spread!"
Marcus was quick to obey. Strong hands grasped his slim hips and in an
instant, Marcus felt the novice's cock thrust inside him. Marcus gasped.
"Oh yes, Philip! Fuck me!"
"Best ass I've ever had," murmured Philip. "It's perfect! Why did you have
to ruin everything by messing with Andrew?"
Philip's hands released Marcus' hips. One closed tightly round the base of
the postulate's genitals, pulling firmly. The Marcus felt sharp metal
there, a knife! He screamed, but heard Philip say, "I'm really sorry."
"Drop it," thundered a voice. Albert! Marcus heard the knife fall on the
gravel. "Now back away from him." Marcus sighed as the novice stepped
away, his cock pulling out of Marcus' ass. He straightened and turned. The
Inquisitor had his stare fixed on Philip. "It will go better for you if
you confess to the murder of the postulate Charles at once. Save yourself
the agony of interrogation."
Philip lowered his head. After a moment, he nodded. "Yes, I did it."
That evening, Marcus and Albert stood embraced in the prelate's lodgings.
"The abbot has released you from your vows, Marcus. You may go."
Marcus smiled. "Thank you, Albert." The young man kissed the Inquisitor on
the cheek, then turned and left.
It was late by the time Marcus knocked on the door of Jake's cottage. The
door opened and there he stood, shirtless, stunning. Dropping to his
knees, Marcus said, "I am yours, my Master, if you will have me." Smiling
broadly, Jake led the young man inside.
----- The End -----