Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2006 12:13:18 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Closured Order 06/10 (sf - fiction)

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THE CLOSURED ORDER
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on June 18th 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

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

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CHAPTER 6 - THE SECOND JOURNEY

When his first tour was over, Jarvis went back to his Convivium where
Trake was waiting for him. He went upstairs to his master's cell, he
bowed deeply, "Master!"

"Welcome back, Jarvis, my friend. Has been your first journey fruitful?"

"More than any expectation, Master. I filled hundreds of pages with
notes. May I show them to you?"

"I will read them with pleasure... later. Now you are tired and you need
a rest, I think. In a while it is bathing time. Let's go and bathe, then
to eat, and then there are the evening dances - you will start to tell
me all about it tomorrow."

"What about the news here at the Convivium?"

"Nothing important. We will have time to talk about that too."

"I missed you, Master."

"I too missed you, Jarvis, and more than just a little."

"Don't we have a little time for us, before the bath?"

"Only enough for a little hugging." The master said and held Jarvis
tightly in his arms.

"Oh, at last." Jarvis sighed happily, leaning his face on the man's
chest.

Trake smiled, "Were you afraid I wouldn't do this?"

"No, but I was wondering how long I had to wait. Do you love me,
Master?"

"Always. Do you doubt it?"

"No, but I am pleased to hear you say it again."

"And you... won't you tell me too?"

"I am yours, Master. I am always yours."

"And?"

"And I love you!"

After the evening dances, they went back to their rooms. Finally the two
lovers could intertwine in a tender embrace on Trake's bed.

After a while the master said, "What if, during this long absence, I
fell in love with another?"

"But you said you are in love with me, didn't you?" Jarvis said with a
self- assured smile.

"I could have fallen in love with another, and still continue to love
you. There is a really beautiful Novice, very attractive, who fell in
love with me."

"Who?"

"Sukin."

"Do you like him?" Jarvis asked slightly tense.

Trake caressed his chest sweetly, then his belly and went lower to
caress the boy's turgid genitals that leapt in a ready answer to his
touch. Then the master said, "You saw him in the bathing room didn't
you? He has a really, really sexy body."

"Did you make love with him?"

"With how many did you make love in these months?"

"Six, no, seven. If you made love with Sukin, I'm glad for you, Master.
But do you now prefer him to me? Do you want me to set you free?"

"I'm happy having you here, now."

"But you fell in love with him, didn't you?" Jarvis asked trying to give
a natural tone to his voice, whilst in reality his heart was in turmoil.

"In a month you will leave again. Let's enjoy this month."

"But you are in love with Sukin, Master, aren't you?" the boy insisted.

"I said he is in love with me, not the other way around." Trake smiled,
"No, Jarvis, between Sukin and me there is nothing. I never made love
with him, not with him nor with anybody else. I was waiting for you, for
this moment." Trake said holding him tight against himself and
passionately kissing him.

Jarvis had a tear glistening in the corner of his eye, "Then, why?"

"I just wanted you to think seriously about what could happen between
two sincere lovers, that a time could come when one of them falls in
love with another. What would you have done, if I really were in love
with Sukin?"

"I would have withdrawn."

"Would you have hated me?"

"Oh no, never!"

"Would you have hated Sukin?"

"Him? No, not him either. I would have envied him, possibly, if he won
your love."

"And what if I proposed that you remain my lover, but share me with
Sukin?"

"I don't know. I don't think I would like it. But I would possibly have
accepted."

"Oh, really? And why?"

"Because I love you. That way I'd not lose you entirely."

"And could you feel love towards Sukin?"

"A ménage a trois? I don't know. Perhaps yes, perhaps no."

"Why yes and why no?"

"If you loved him, I love you and therefore I would possibly be able to
love the one you love. But perhaps I could feel him as a rival, who
would sooner or later take all your heart and in the end there could be
no more space left for me."

Trake kissed Jarvis again passionately.

The boy relaxed, then asked, "Why did you tease me in this way, Master?
I was frightened to death."

"Because if you are to prepare a new community composed of men loving
each other, you also have to think of this kind of problem. But now...
enough, Jarvis. I need you."

"And I need you, Master. Take me!" Jarvis sighed offering himself to the
man.

Trake caressed his thighs then pushed his fingers between the boy's
cheeks and gently stimulated the warm rear entrance.

"Do you want me inside you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Now? Right away?"

"Yes."

"How much do you want me?"

"I am crazy for you. Take me." Jarvis gasped seizing the man's waist and
pulling him against himself, took his quivering member, and guided it to
his palpitating hole, "Take me!"

"Yes, my sweet man, now I will take you." Trake murmured holding the
boy's thighs tightly against his chest and pushing his own pelvis
forward.

The young man's anus opened to welcome the powerful rod that slowly
slipped inside him.

"Ahhh, welcome back, Master! This is marvelous! Ahhh, at last." Jarvis
panted shuddering with happiness all over his body.

"Do you like it?"

"And how I like it! Push it all inside. All of it!"

"I love you."

"Say it again."

"I love you, Jarvis, I love you!"

"And I love you."

"Do you feel me?"

"Yes, and it's beautiful. Oooohhh, how much I have wanted it!"

Trake was now all inside the boy, completely, his testicles compressed
between his strong thighs and the firm butt of the youth. He parted
Jarvis' thighs to free the space between their torsos; he leaned his
chest on the boy's chest, and kissed him deeply on his lips. Then
started to vigorously move his pelvis back and forth. Jarvis moaned with
pleasure and caressed Trake's broad, strong back with his fingertips.

"I love you, my sweetheart."

"I too, Master."

"I like you. I like the way you welcome me in you. You make me feel
desired."

Jarvis was happy. His Trake was with him, or rather, in him. He could
read in the man's eyes the rapidly growing pleasure. He could feel it in
the plunging of the strong, perfect muscles of his virile body. He
recalled those words - yes, he too felt dominated and dominator at once,
and it was wonderful.

He was feeling the strong vibrant pole slipping inside him in an
intimate and delightful caress, the man's groin beating on his butt at
each powerful thrust. And at the same time, the man's tongue finding his
own in a deep kiss. He started sucking the darting tongue of Trake and
made his pelvis rock to increase the penetration's ecstasy for both of
them. His fingers brushed the small, dark, turgid nipples of the man.

"Oooh, Jarvis!" the Master moaned, filled with passion.

"Yes?"

"I like so much taking you, so very much."

"I too love feeling you inside me, in this way."

"But I also like very much being taken by you. You will take me,
afterwards, won't you?"

"Yes, with pleasure, but now... oh, so... so..." the young man panted
under the strokes full of vigor with which the man was taking him.
"Oooh, what a strong man you are, Master! So, yes, yes... so..."

After penetrating each other with passion, and giving each other
powerful orgasms, as they were falling asleep, worn out but finally
sated, Jarvis was held tightly in the Master's arms. He thought he could
never find a more complete and wonderful man than Trake, and was deeply
happy.

The next day they started to go over Jarvis notes and discuss them.

"You did a wonderful job, my boy! One thing... when you find somebody
open with you, instead of telling him about your project, a thing you
can do later anyway, you should first ask them what kind of Convivium
they dream about. This can give you more hints for your plan, don't you
think?"

"Certainly yes. But they seem so resigned to what they have. It seems
that they think that everything was always like this and always will
be... "

"Of course. Often times new ideas frighten. Because they make demands, a
personal struggle, the courage to face the unknown, the will to
experiment and to be able to accept one's eventual mistakes. The old
ways, however uncomfortable they are, seem far safer. One knows them,
knows their risks and limits, not just their disadvantages. Furthermore
our whole society, as you well know, shuns the new, resists change. And
yet, in the secret corners of the hearts of many, a dream lives, a hope,
an ideal. You have to learn to bring them out so that you can enrich
further your own dreams, your own hopes, and your own ideals. You have
to become a catalyst of the positive forces for those who seek  change.
If you want to succeed, you have to become a charismatic leader, and the
others have to feel that, by following you, their ideals could become
reality.

"You see, according to my studies all the Orders were born in this way.
The most ancient of them is the Wise. Then one day one of the Wise,
unhappy about the exclusive study of the Scriptures, founded our Order
of the Mystics. A little later another Wise founded the Order of the
Disciplined, and so on."

"But weren't all the Orders founded together by the son of the first
Bergalilam?"

"This is the legend, the official version. But if you read the most
ancient Commentaries, they talk only about the Wise. Then, in the later
Commentaries appear the other Orders, one after the other. In not one of
the Commentaries is it said in a clear or explicit way about the
existence of the Order of the Esthetes. It therefore has to be one of
the last to be founded. I cannot be certain, but possibly the Order of
Esthetes is just around two thousand years old. And this, assuming that
the counting of the years is real and not legendary..."

"The counting of years? But that is the most easy to do accurately,
isn't it?"

"Yes, certainly, one year after the other. But if you try to recall
something that happened several years ago, it becomes easy to be
mistaken by one, two years in the twenty of your life. And the further
back you go, the easier it is to make mistakes. Moreover the canonical
copy of the ancient writings was written upon the order of the Galilams
Council about one thousand five hundred years ago, to replace the most
ancient texts, which were deteriorating. So, after 'checking, verifying
and authenticating' them, the order was given to destroy all the ancient
copies. So, besides casual subsequent findings, all we have now are the
canonical texts of year 3691, and a few fragments dating from around
2900 to 3400. For example nothing remains of the year 72, that is the
year of Galil's death, and none of the twenty-nine hundred successive
years - just complete darkness."

"But the History of the Nations, that are part of the canonical texts,
talk about that period."

"When were they written? The style of the books from the ninth on is
more archaic than that of the previous books, and yet, being the ninth,
it is presumed to be more recent. Therefore the history going from Galil
to the year 1500, judging from the style, was probably written between
the end of 2900 to the start of 3500.

"Admitting that whoever wrote them had some more ancient documents to go
by, how much is the of the authentic and how much myth?"

"But all this... Why do they continue to teach that all is exactly as it
is written, if in reality it is as you say, Master?"

"I can 'think' so, and 'tell' you so, but I can't 'teach' it or I would
be cast out with shame. Officially all is true and woes betide unto
those who contradict it. This way all is simple. And everything
considered, it would not make such a great difference."

"Asides from the fact that possibly it is not God's law that the sexual
crimes are to be punished."

"As for the majority this method seems fitting, even if it was
demonstrated that it is not a law from God, do you think that anything
would change? When in 4396 someone succeeded in causing a doubt on this
point, the only answer given was a little change in the formulation.
Once the law was applied affirming that it was 'God's and Galil's law'.
After that year it is to be said 'God's and Galil's law, as the Saint
Tradition grants'. You see, the tradition has been sanctified, and in
this way, if even one could demonstrate that a law doesn't come from
God, it remains insurmountable, stemming from tradition, that
objectively one cannot deny."

"What can I change, then?"

"You? Very little, perhaps nothing at all, but what you start could
slowly succeed. The first point is not to clash with the law or
tradition, but to correct its application. Pointing out the eventual
internal contradictions, but for now not declaring that they show an
error, as nobody would accept it, but affirming only that the
interpretation or the application needs to be revisited. Truly a job for
a giant. Do you want a small example of this? The law says that two men
caught by three witnesses in the act of carnal union, should be
beheaded. Good - but what is 'carnal union'? A caress or kiss? Nudity of
participants? Eliminating these two interpretations, the number of those
beheaded would decrease dramatically; about three quarters would be
innocent. Moreover, who says that the three witnesses didn't agree to
bear false witness just because they have a grudge against the victims?

"And lastly, the law provides that Keepers and United have their own
laws about the application of punishments, and you have noticed some of
these variations. Well, those are also traditions. Could not the most
humane of these become the most often applied? If your new Order would
work only on these small points, it would do a great service to get a
better society. I really believe that the best way is never to confront
these things directly, but to evade the obstacles."

"Master, why do you always talk about my Order and not about our Order?
Will you not found it with me?"

"I don't think so. I will be more useful to you remaining with the
Mystics, my dear Jarvis."

"But then, we would have to separate!"

"We will remain in close contact, have no doubts."

"But I don't want to be parted from you!"

"You have to make your choice about what is better for you - choosing me
and renouncing founding your Order, or choosing the Order renouncing to
live with me."

"But why?"

"You didn't want to do your journeys, but now you are happy and
convinced, aren't you?"

"But,..."

"Do you trust me?"

"I do, certainly."

"So then, will you do as I am asking you?"

"Is this an order, Master?"

"Not this time, it is just a request. It is for you to make your
choice."

"All right. Can I think about this in the coming two years of journey
that remain?"

"Certainly, my sweet Jarvis."

And so the month elapsed, too fast even. Notwithstanding they made love
each night, (or possibly just because of it?) Jarvis suffered in the
parting. He asked himself again while riding on his tour to the
north-west: 'Did he perhaps aim too high? The choice he had to make, to
renounce his life with his Master or his idea of founding a new Order?
Has a man to renounce his love for higher ideals?' Possibly yes. But he
still had two years to think about that.

The first Convivium where he stopped was of the Reformed, in their black
and violet attire. He was received with the usual joyful simplicity that
characterized this Order. The cells were stripped of the unnecessary,
much less elegant than those of the Esthetes, less comfortable than
those of the Wise, smaller than those of the Mystics. The whole layout
of the buildings was also conceived in the same simplicity - less
sumptuous than that of the Knights, less austere than that of the
Sapient, less majestic than that of the Wise. And yet it was an
agreeable ensemble - immersed in the surrounding greenery, the small,
low stone and wood buildings gave the feeling of a charming and
industrious village. He was assigned a small cell looking out on the
maple garden. He set down his belongings and admired the view, from the
open window, of the ruddy branches. A Novice, in his black tunic with
violet collar and cummerbund, was caring for the garden.

"Hello!" Jarvis said to the boy who turned and, seeing him, smiled.

"A good afternoon to you, Mystic."

"The weather today is very pleasant, is it not?"

"Yes, it makes one's heart sing."

"Are you happy?"

"How could I be otherwise?"

"What is your name?"

"Fresth, Professed."

"Oh, almost the same name as that of one of my childhood friends."

"May I ask you a question, Professed?"

"Yes, certainly."

"You are so young and you are already a Professed. Is this usual amongst
the Mystics?"

"No, rather exceptional." Jarvis answered, without pride nor faked
modesty.

"Then, you must be an exceptional person."

"I feel I am exactly like any other person."

"Are you traveling for studies?"

"It is so."

"And you will stop here for a month, I heard."

"Right."

"Then I will have time to talk with you again."

"I think so. About what?"

"I am curious to know about the places you visited. I would like to
travel."

"When you feel like it, Fresth, I will speak with you with pleasure."

"May I go back to my work, now?"

"Yes, of course. Carry on your tasks, Novice."

The boy was not beautiful, but had a fresh and gentle smile that Jarvis
liked at once. And if he desired asking him questions, he could possibly
also be ready to answer to his questions. He looked at the boy who was
busily working and thought that this boy had an inner beauty flowing out
of each of his movements. It was evident that the boy had a deep
serenity and a great joy of living.

As he always did, he asked to read the Convivium Chronicles to know its
history. Reading them he could become aware of some salient issues,
mainly about the subject he had at heart. So, on these points he could
then base his questions. This Convivium had been founded only seven
hundred years before, by a Master, three Professed and six Acolytes. The
sections of the chronicles regarding sexual crimes were rather few,
mainly in the first and last years. As usual, it depended on who was the
Responsible in the various periods. The actual Responsible was an
elderly Professed; notwithstanding in that Convivium there were four
Masters. He was in charge for something like thirty-six years! He had to
be an exceptional man, as amongst the Reformed the Responsible was
elected with secret ballots every five years - therefore he had been
re-elected seven times!

He would talk with him as long as he could. In all his prefecture of
thirty-six years there had been only three 'moves' and one beheading.
Yes, he had to speak with him. So he asked for an audience.

He explained to him the official reason for his journey, which was also
explained in summary in his presentation letter.

Then he said, "One of the problems afflicting many Convivium of any
Order, are the sexual crimes, Responsible, and how to avoid them."

"Avoid them - an ideal quite impossible to reach. The human being is
also made of sexuality. There are those who, just as in my case, have a
really tranquil sexuality, easy to control without too many problems,
and therefore without special merits. But there are also those who, on
the contrary, have a sexuality... how can I say... really lively,
gushing, very difficult to keep in check. One has to understand, to help
these people."

"During your prefecture, there has been only one death sentence for this
crime, is this not so?"

"Yes, unhappily it happened. It was almost as if those two poor boys
wanted to be killed - they acted so, that they were caught in a full
embrace right where the maple garden now is. By the entire community.
They knew we were all going there. I could do nothing different."

"You seem to be pained about that."

"How could I not to be, when I had to decide to cut away their lives?"

"Why do you think they acted so?"

"I asked them. Can you guess what they answered me? 'We love each other,
and as this is forbidden, as we cannot live as a couple, we decided to
die as a couple'!"

"But if they didn't try to be caught,..."

"That's what I told them also. The younger, an Acolyte, answered that
they were tired of having to love each other always with a thousand
subterfuges and being able to make love so seldom, and always filled
with fear. So, they decided to put an end to that painful at least for
them, situation by those drastic means."

"Do you think that there are many in their predicament?"

"Living a hidden love, or at least a sexuality? I can't know, but I
think that, in any Convivium, there could be between thirty and fifty
per cent. This counting only those who, at least occasionally, have
physical intercourse. Many more if we count those who also desire it,
but are able to bridle their instinct. You see, we can't possibly behead
half of all our Conviviums, we would cover this planet with blood."

"So then, what can be done?"

"What can be done? If I had the answer, I would be a new Galil. We can
watch, counsel, so that we avoid tragedy. Make the candidates
understand, with the utmost serenity, that those whose sexuality is too
lively would be better not to enter an Order..."

"That is, to marry?"

"For some it could be possible."

"But not for everybody,..."

"Not for everybody, you are right. There are those who, for some unknown
reason, could never unite with a woman. That on the contrary, strongly
desire a man and are unable to resist. And when such people meet, what
can one do? Here I say it, and here I deny it, because I know I am
contradicting the law, but in that case one can only advise them to act
with the utmost prudence, and not to make their life a hell. Some of
them, exactly for the intensity of the mutual love, become able to love
everybody, to spread love around them and they become the best of the
Reformed I ever met. I repeat, here I say it, and here I deny it, you
understand me,..."

"I thank you very much for being so candid with me."

"Having been a Responsible for so many years, it's because I'm able to
judge men, and I know I can trust you."

"I would like to speak with somebody who is living with the situation we
talked about. With whom do you advise me to talk?"

"Officially... with nobody, or else I would at least have to move them.
You cannot ask me to say names. If you are sensitive, as I think, you
will be able to become aware, using tact and prudence."

"Thank you very much, Responsible."

"May I be the one to ask a question, Professed?"

"Of course."

"We talked about many problems, but I feel that the one you have more at
heart is exactly this. Why?"

"You really know men. You deduced correctly. You trusted me and I want
to trust you. I too love, and am loved back, by a man in my Convivium."

"I thought so, but this is not enough to explain your interest,..."

Thus Jarvis exposed his project and concluded, "Do you have any advice
to give me?"

"I am speechless, I would never have guessed you aimed so high. You have
lot of courage. Perhaps some recklessness also. Advice? Man's heart is
able to pass from love to hate incredibly fast. Think carefully on the
problem of the discharged United. If the real aim of your Order would be
known outside, it could end in a blood bath. And this mainly in the
beginnings, when the Order is still young."

"I think that the idea of an Order having as an aim the love amongst men
is so unbelievable that in the face of such an accusation very few would
believe it. Moreover, being able to catch a whole community in the
middle of sexual intercourse, would not however be easy at all."

"But not impossible for those who have the means and the will. Don't
underestimate this problem. The foundation of your Order, anyway, could
only move the problem's borders. One could certainly live a serene
relationship, but only within the walls of his Convivium and only if it
is not known outside. But, the others? The problem exists for many
living in the villages also, as you possibly know and can guess. What
could your new Order do for them? Another piece of advice - avoid
letting your Conviviums become a place of orgies and avoid placing
sexual activity as the first goal of your new Order. Act in such a way
that no one enters your new Order only because there he can give vent to
his sexual desires. If you succeed in that, it could become one of the
most beautiful places where one can live. When man can live his real
dimension without tragedies, serenity accompanies him and radiates from
him. I wish you the best of luck."

"You are talking to me as though this were not just my 'dream',.. do you
think I could succeed?"

"I am not a clairvoyant and even less a prophet,.. but I would not be
astounded to hear one day that you succeeded in your vision."

Jarvis, after his meeting with the Responsible, thought that it was
possible that their Elder, Fares, also adopted a similar attitude, and
for this reason he assigned him to Master Trake. Really a Responsible
could transform a Convivium into a serene place or an unlivable one. In
some of the Orders the Responsible were chosen by the superiors, in a
few he was elected, and at times he was chosen or elected for life, at
times for a period which was, according to the different orders, from a
minimum of three to a maximum of seven years. What would be the best
solution? Election for a seven-year term, possibly? But with the proviso
that the superiors could remove him? He had to think on this problem
also.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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