Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2006 15:16:41 -0400
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Patrick and the Ghost
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Title Category Date
Joes-Bar Beginnings 07-Nov-02
Brother Pat Adult Youth 07-Nov-02
Arthur and Joe Beginnings 03-Apr-03
Tour Guide Adult Youth 15-Apr-03
Father Greg Adult Youth 15-Apr-03
JeffryandJason Adult Youth 18-Jul-05
Of Gord and John Beginnings 29-Aug-05
Sons of Seth and Cain Celebrity 24-Oct-05
Ham Celebrity 28-Oct-05
Aaron and Zaph Historical 14-Nov-05
What If (Series) Adult Friends 09-May-06
What If\Ralph 02-Dec-05
What If\The Reverend 06-Dec-05
What If\ The Gym 07-Apr-06
What If\ The Ranger Base 09-May-06
David and Ike Adult Youth 16-Jun-06
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Mike
Patrick and the Ghost
The old man raged with fists flying at his son. "Get out of my
house and don't ever come back, you vile disgusting creature."
Patrick Lucas, ran before his father's onslaught, avoiding as he
could the flailing fists. He soon found himself flung out into
the courtyard of the manor that had been his birth home. He
could see his mother at a window weeping. He could still hear
his father raging inside that he had no son. He stood there in
the ever present rain that falls in the fall of the year in the
Northern part of Ireland.
As he stood there not really knowing what to do next, his father
came outside, with two of his male servants , actually stable
hands.
"Da" Patrick Lucas began. But that was all he was given time to
say. The stable hands obviously as ordered inside by his father
came at him. The next thing he knew he was being roughly dragged
from the courtyard, and thrown down outside the gate into the
mud. .
As he heard the gates clang shut behind him, his father shouted
after him "You don't come back here or I will kill you"
The year was 1842.
Patrick Lucas was the son of a lesser peer in Ulster who while
not wealthy was also not without means. The family had centuries
before come from County Donegal to the west. There they had
owned a much vaster estate. But as happened to many of the native
born gentry of Ireland they were either dispossessed or as
Partrick's ancestor had managed to rescue the family through some
fancy political manipulation and obtained a new location smaller
but liveable in Ulster.
Patrick Lucas therefore as son of a Peer of the Realm was
enrolled in a private school. Patrick Lucas was in School in
Belfast.
Now in his sixteenth year this was to be his last in the school
before he would be off to Trinity where he was to take orders.
As the youngest son, there was really nothing else for him. His
father's estate would be entailed away to his older brother.
There was naught but a small inheritance left for him that would
keep him. As devout Catholics his family, (unusual in itself for
that time for many in the peerage to be Catholic), as devout
Catholics it was determined that he would take orders. And so it
was to be..until last week.
What happened last week in the dormitory of the school he was
attending would alter his life forever. It would destroy him.
It was not out of the ordinary in the dormitories of private
schools of that time for the older boys to find pleasure in the
younger boys. For most of these situations it was nothing more
than power, and in some ways consensual rape, as the young
"victims" allowed it to happen to them without complaint, not
necessarily because they enjoyed it but it was expected. When
they left school it was over for most of them. It rarely
happened that two boys would form a real attraction and bond.
The problem was that for Lucas, as everyone but his Father called
him, for Lucas is was not rape, as a matter of fact he found that
he was quite liking it. He encouraged the older boys to take him
and they did that quite willingly. When he worked his way up
through the years he found himself mourning when some of the
older boys left school. However as he arrived at some of the
older forms he found that it was his turn to take the younger
boys that came to the school as he had been taken those years
before. And so it was, that last year, that last fall, he had
made an attachment with the young son of one of the Earls.
While there was an unwritten rule about going above your station
for your pleasure, for the most part the young men turned a blind
eye to that rule. In this case however after Lucas and the young
Lord Mark had been together several times they were "discovered"
by the Master of their dorm. Unfortunately for Lucas another of
the upper form boys had also taken an interest in young Mark and
he also being an Earl's son saw to it that Lucas's breach of
protocol would be paid for.
And so Lucas not two weeks later found himself caked in mud
wandering about the countryside, homeless, begging for food,
being chased from place to place, digging up what potatoes and
turnips he could find in the dark of night. As the days and the
fall progressed, he found himself wandering further and further
toward the north and west until in the county Donegal around the
end of November cold, sick and starving he found himself at the
ruins of an old Monastery overlooking the Ocean from the high
cliff on which it was perched.
600 years earlier.
Aiden was the youngest son of a lesser lord in the territory of
Ui Niell. There was no land for him and his father had no
interest in him. He was the product of an ill considered night
of lust. In a word he was unwanted and it was only because of
his strong willed mother that he survived at all.
He grew up abused by all but his mother and nurse. When he was
ten years old in the year 1230 his father decided enough was
enough and had him sent to a small monastery of sorts on the
coast, as his father hoped, to be forgotten and out of sight.
There he stayed for the next twelve years. For the most part his
lot was actually an improved one and though he sorely missed his
mother and nurse, the brother monks took good care of him . with
the exception of the Prior who was not at all happy having to
take in this child.
Aiden was put in to the care of another monk the Prior was not
fond of either. Brother Aerin was the cook for the Monastery.
Aiden was to draw the water, help prepare the meals, tend the
livestock and generally stay out of the way of the others.
The first two years went by fairly uneventfully. It was when he
was about twelve years old that Aiden one day bowing before the
Prior begged permission to learn to read. It was his good fortune
more than planning that he asked this as the other brother monks
were entering for the evening meal.
The prior looked malevolently at the boy bowing before him.
"Read? You?" The older man mocked. He was about to kick the
boy out of the way when Brother Ethan came to his rescue.
"Lord Prior" using an exalted title that the head of the house
favoured but was rarely called by his subordinates. "Lord Prior
I would be happy to teach the lad to read. I could use another
reader and another scribe in the scriptorium. He is a bright
lad, let us see if he can learn."
The prior looked disdainfully at the Brother but noticing that
the other brothers had all stopped to watch the exchange he
nodded his ascent. "but he will continue to do his duties in the
kitchen"
So Aiden began his studies. During the first two years there he
was well loved by all but the Prior who loved no one.
Aiden was indeed a bright lad and quickly learned how to read and
was soon reading in chapel and reading for some of the older
monks who could no longer see or were too old and weak to come to
the scriptorium or chapel to take read for themselves. The Prior
would have sent them away but the Brothers had blocked his
wishes.
Aiden's abilities and his gentleness and kindness won him only
detestation from the Prior but affection from everyone else.
It was when he was sixteen years old that he was taken aside one
night by Brother Patrick a young monk. He too was as were many
there, the youngest son of one of the earls in the region. He
had settled in quite well. As his position in life was not
unwanted as Aiden's had been, he was at least treated with some
politeness by the prior. Over the course of Aiden's training
Patrick had been first assigned to help Aiden. They quickly
became fast friends Patrick taking the younger lad under his wing
often protecting him from the Prior's anger and spitefulness.
That evening Aiden in serving the evening meal had tripped over a
cobble in the floor sending the bread and plates he was carrying
flying. The prior went immediately into a rage. Kicking at the
boy and finally beating him with his staff. "You useless
creature!! When will I be free of this plague that you are"
The other brothers looked on sadly as Aiden tried to escape the
flailing staff. Most were terrified of the Prior and rarely
dared challenge him. Aiden scrambled out of the way at one point
and found himself behind Brother Patrick. The Prior reached out
to push the brother out of the way. However he found that
Patrick wouldn't move. Instead the younger man softly and gently
said: "My dear Lord Prior, the lad merely tripped on the uneven
floor that I have even witnessed you trip on in the past. He did
not offend the gates of Heaven my lord. I think his punishment is
enough do you not?"
The Prior glared at Patrick. The impertinence of the man!
However the priory received not only Brother Patrick but also a
generous gift every year from the young man's father. Both men
knew that the older man was not about to jeopardize that gift.
The prior backed off.
"Get out of my sight" he spat at Aiden.
"He is not to have his ration this night" he further added to
the company.
Aiden with a grateful look at his friend scurried out of the hall
to his cell, where he collapsed on his bed sobbing in pain.
Some time later he was wakened by the soft caressing of his brow
by a gentle hand. He had fallen asleep apparently. His eyes
fluttered open to see Brother Patrick sitting by his side. "How
are you my friend?"
"I'm alright Brother Patrick"
"That I know is not true" Patrick smiled
"Why does he hate me so Brother? I have never done anything to
make him treat me so."
"I don't know Aiden, he is a hateful man, I don't know how he is
in the position he is in."
Aiden was sobbing softly again. So Patrick sat up on the bed and
pulled the boy to him so that Aiden was leaning into him. There
he rocked him back and forth. "It will be alright, I will
protect you." From the folds of his cassock Patrick produced a
piece of bread and some cheese.
As he watched the boy eat, Patrick overcome with pity and some
other emotion that he could not then define, kissed Aiden.
Aiden at the kiss stopped eating and looked up at Patrick. They
stared into each other's eyes. Then as though inexorably drawn
by some unseen force their faces came together and they kissed,
lips meeting softly at first. They drew away slightly and then
back again this time with purpose. They kissed for some time.
Brother Patrick began to gently caress Aidens back. Aiden for
his part wrapped his arms around Patrick. If he had pain it
seemed to melt in to something else both men found themselves
extremely aroused.
Patrick lay Aiden back down on his mat and lay down beside him.
They continued to kiss deeply. Their tongues were drawn in to
the action. They were moaning softly to each other.
With his free hand Patrick pulled up the younger man's cassock
and found his very hard member. He gently took it into his hand
and began to stroke it slowly up and down, It was not long
before it was spurting out a massive load of fluid. Aiden
groaned out his pleasure as his sperm flew up and over the two of
them.
Patrick let go Aiden's member and found his own, beginning to
bring himself to an orgasm as well. Aiden seeing what was
happening said "No my dear brother let me"
He replaced Patrick's hand with his own and soon Patrick was also
exploding over them with his own man's fluid. They lay together
for some time after that before Patrick got up and silent as the
night slipped away.
They would meet again many, many times over the next several
years. Whether any of the other brothers or the Prior were aware
of it, no one said. Under Patrick's protection of sorts and
certainly his love, Aiden actually flourished. After the
altercation in the dining hall the prior tended to leave Aiden
alone, at least while Patrick was about.
Then in the early winter of Aiden's 12th year at the Monastery,
everything changed. Patrick and Aiden had gone for a walk along
the cliffs behind the Chapel overlooking the ocean as they often
did. They were out of site of the buildings when Aiden turned to
his beloved Patrick and they kissed. The stood there in embrace
for sometime as they had done in that very location so many times
before over the years. It was a well hidden dip in the landscape
and it had been their private location for some time.
This time however as they turned to make their way back to the
compound they found themselves face to face with the old prior,
his face contorted with rage. "You vile creatures! So this is
what you have been doing." He said nothing else but turned and
hurried back to the Monastery.
Patrick and Aiden were terrified. Though Patrick did have some
power over him this was something that the prior would have the
supremacy in. They decided that for the next little while till
they knew what the old man was going to do, to keep away from
each other. They did not have long to wait.
On the morning of the second day after they had been discovered,
a horseman arrived with a message for the Prior. Upon reading it
the old man sneered evilly. He immediately summoned Patrick to
his room. No one else was present. "I have sought and gotten
approval for you to go to St Finians to spend your days in
seclusion. You are hereby relieved of your duties and you are to
report immediately to my lord Prior Father John at St Finians.
There is a horseman waiting to transport you even as we speak."
"I must go and bid farew.." Patrick was cut off
"No there is not time to waste on tearful farewells, you will go
right this moment." The Prior led Patrick into the courtyard
where the horseman was waiting with a horse for Patrick. This in
itself was strange as monks usually travelled on foot or on a
mule at best. It was clear that the Prior had arranged the horse
to get him out of the Monastery as quick as may be.
Patrick looked frantically about for a glimpse of Aiden as he
followed the man out of the compound. How could he get a
message to his beloved Aiden? He wept silently to himself as the
saw his home and that of his love for these past many years
disappear from sight.
That evening as the bell tolled to call the brothers for their
evening meal Aiden rushed across the compound. Meal times the
last couple days had been the only time that he had been able to
get close to Brother Patrick as they sat together at the table.
It was there he would once again feel the warmth of his love's
body as their legs would touch surreptitiously under the table.
As he entered the small dining hall Brother Patrick was not there
in his usual place. He was always there ahead of Aiden but he
was not there. Aiden looked about the hall to see of perhaps he
was talking with someone.
Suddenly behind him Aiden heard the old rattling voice of the
Prior softly saying in his ear. "Your precious Brother Patrick
is gone, did he not come to bid you farewell?"
Aiden spun around "Where did he go"
The Prior only smiled and proceded to the front to lead the
blessing for the meal.
After he had prayed he said "My dear brothers our dear brother
Patrick has departed from us to St Finians to spend some time in
solitude. He told me that he needed to be alone with his Lord
and desired to be sent there. They will give him the solitude he
so wishes.
St Finians most of the brothers knew was an austere assembly
within the order in which total silence was the rule. The
brothers lived in individual stone shelters from which they only
came for Sunday worship and the necessities of life.
Aiden blanched as the announcement was made. Why had Brother
Patrick at least not come to bid him farewell? He looked over at
the prior and noticed that the old man was watching him with an
almost malevolent smile on his face. He had seen to it that
Patrick would be removed from there. Aiden knew it in his soul.
Brother Patrick was forbidden to come say good bye to him. Aiden
smiled weakly at the man trying to put as brave a front on it as
possible.
After the meal the Prior came to him again and told him to be out
at the cross at moon rise. Aiden wondered what that was about.
The cross was a large stone cross that stood near the edge of the
cliff overlooking the sea. Brothers often went there during the
day to pray and contemplate. It was also a place for special
services on Easter. But to go there at night was unheard of .
By moon rise all would be asleep.
Nevertheless as the moon was rising Aiden made his way out to the
cross. There, his form silhouetted in front of the moon he saw
the figure of the Prior waiting for him.
"Your brother Patrick is paying for his sin with his life at St
Finians. You will pay for it here. Kneel! Pray for your soul
Brother Aiden" The prior spat out the title of "brother" with
disgust
Aiden knelt before the great cross which stood a full two heights
of a man
"Now close your eyes and pray for your life"
Aiden bowed his head.
With a strength that amazed even the old man, the brought a large
oak cudgel above his head and brought it crashing down crushing
the young praying man's skull with it. Aiden collapsed forward
dead as he fell.
The old man dragged the body to the cliff's edge and threw it
over. The tide that night would take it away.
The next morning one of the brothers going out early to pray
found the cross splattered with blood. Upon looking over the
cliff he saw the body of a man. The tide had not taken him away.
When they went to investigate they found Aiden's shattered body.
His head crushed. They carried his body back up to his cell
The prior upon seeing the monks carrying Aiden's body into the
compound and upon hearing whose body it was, was taken in a
massive stroke and died instantly.
The Brothers suspected that it was the prior that had killed the
lad. They buried Aiden beside the cross where they suspected he
had died. Over the years the cross became known first as Aiden's
Cross and with the passage of time, St Aiden's Cross
It was a year later to the day that Brothers Aerin was wakened
just at moon rise to the sound of wailing on the cliff. As he
went out to investigate he saw or thought he saw something moving
out by the cross crying out. What the apparition was crying Aerin
could not decipher ..and then it was gone.
When he reported it in the morning to the new prior (under whose
rule things were much more peaceful and calm) , it was put off as
Aerin's imagination, he was after all a old man and who knew what
he had been dreaming.
However it happened again the same night a year later. This time
several of the other brothers heard and saw the same thing. It
was said that St Aiden's ghost wandered about the cliff by the
cross every year on the same night, searching for his Patrick.
As the centuries rolled on people would report to hearing St
Aiden calling for his Patrick every year on the last night in
November
Patrick Lucas was half asleep, half in a state of
unconsciousness, as the moon slowly rose.
"My Brother Patrick you have come back" A voice said behind him.
He opened his eyes and saw a young man dressed in a monk's
cassock smiling at him.
The young man lay down beside Patrick and kissed him. Patrick
felt a warm glow rush through his body as he received the kiss
and then returned it, with equal passion.
"I have searched so long for you my love" The young monk said
"I love you so"
Patrick felt his clothes slowly being removed. He could not and
had no desire to resist. Although moments before he was shaking
with cold he now was over come with the heat of the young man's
body on his. His body was clothed in feeling that he had never
experienced before. it was an ecstatic feeling of complete sexual
pleasure and total sense of well being. It was so right that he
was here with this man.
The man took him completely. As he was about to convulse in his
massive orgasm it was a if he rose above the scene. He watched
as Aiden . Yes! That was his name! He knew who this man was! It
was his Aiden!. he watched as Aiden and felt as Aiden sucking so
warmly so gently on his member. He watched as Aiden drank down
his offering to him. Then Aiden slowly rose with him . He saw
his naked body lying there stretched out . not moving
Aiden took Partick's hand and turned away from the body and the
cross.
"Come with me my dear Patrick and we will never be apart again,
you are home."
Patrick holding the Aiden's hand followed. He felt good, he felt
whole again. He was over come with indescribable joy and peace.
Epilogue:
The next morning a shepherd searching for a lost sheep came
across Patrick's body. Stretched out on his back naked beneath
the cross. His clothes scattered about. There was a look of
peace on the young man's face as he lay there, frozen to death
The Shepherd upon searching the clothes for some indication of
who this man might be found an old worn leather billfold. It was
empty. However on the outside there seemed to be a name
inscribed with gold embossing. The only part of the name that
was still legible was "Patrick" nothing else was found that
would identify him any further. only "Patrick"
The Shepherd crossed himself
"So St Aiden has found his Patrick." He said softly. He gently
covered the body with the clothes.
Two days later he came back with some men and a priest. "I tell
ya Fayther, St Aiden has found his Patrick"
Upon seeing the body the priest crossed himself and breathed a
prayer. As he pondered the sight before him and the bill fold he
wondered what it could mean. The young man was obviously at
peace. There was no sign of struggle. He had stripped himself,
so it seemed and merely lay down at the foot of the cross and
died.
The priest told the men to dig a grave on the left hand side of
the Cross. "They should be together then for ever"
He noted some years later that no one had heard St. Aiden's wail
again, from that night Patrick had come home.