The Order

The Order was an old one. It had a formal name: The Order of Xxxxxxx of Xxxxx but I shall make no further reference to it by that name. I shall, when necessary, merely refer to it as The Order.

The events of this chronicle took place in the years 1862 through 1865. The location is not important.

Jake explained to his new charge that this was to be his Initiation Ordeal and, unlike the ordeals which were conducted in the annex to the Prayer Hall every Saturday evening in front of all of the Novice Brothers, this ordeal was to be conducted in Ordinate Selig's quarters with only Ordinate Selig, Mentor Jake and Paul present.

"Do as you're told Novice Paul," Jake said as Paul stood before him in his room, "for not only will I not be able to protect you in any way, I will be obliged to take note of any disobedience and add punishments to your weekly ordeal." Jake handed Paul a small package tied loosely with string. "And I must warn you that I may -- and probably will -- add punishments to our private meetings here as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Paul said. He took the package and looked at it briefly.

"Just respond 'Yes Mentor' or 'Yes Mentor Jake' not 'Yes, sir'," Jake said. "You will need the items in that package," Jake said. "Either Ordinate Selig or I will tell you what to do. Just follow instructions -- no matter what they are. Ask no questions." Jake stood. "I know that you Novices have heard all manner of rumors about this stage of your training. Some are true, some are not. Most of the details of Novice training never filter down to the Junior Novices and that is probably fortunate since a Junior Novice should not be concerned with what lies ahead and would not fully understand if he did know." Jake looked at the clock on his study wall. "As an eighteen year old Novice, you are expected to comprehend things that a sixteen or seventeen year old Junior Novice would not. Come, we must go. And one more thing," Jake said as he opened his door, "if you are asked to beg for mercy, do so. I will make things go easier for you. Now come, we must hurry."

Ordinate Selig was the highest ranked member of The Order resident at the Xxxxxxxx Monastery. He was ultimately in charge of all of the younger first year Novices such as Paul as well as the older second year Novices and the other Sub-Ordinates, Pastors, Subalterns and Mentors. His chambers adjoined his offices on the top floor of the main building. In his two years as a Novice, Paul was only in these offices twice and in these private chambers only once -- this very day as Jake led him through the thick, padded door.

Jake preceded Paul into a large comfortable room that was rather strangely furnished. Several large leather wing-backed chairs stood in a semi-circle in front of a large fireplace -- which, on this particular evening had no fire, it being late spring. Bookshelves lined two adjoining walls reaching from floor to ceiling. A third wall had thick, plush curtains covering the windows.

The fourth wall had a small, raised dais, or platform, two steps above the room's floor level. The wall itself was covered by a thick-looking, floor-to-ceiling curtain. Unlike the rest of the room, the dais was well lighted by two windows cut into the steeply slanted ceiling. Two braided ropes hung from what Paul assumed to be hooks in the ceiling although he actually saw no hooks due to the darkness. A padded kneeling bench sat slightly in front of a narrow table on the platform. Another large, deep red, leather chair was positioned a few feet in front of the dais. The entire room, including the platform and the steps along its front, was thickly carpeted.

That morning, in preparation for his scheduled Initiation Ordeal, all of Paul's body hair below his navel and above the knees had been shaved off. The Subaltern who also served as barber for The Order had paid particular attention to Paul's pubic hair and the hair on, between and around his buttocks, anus and upper legs. This had not taken all that long since -- even at age 19 -- Paul had little body hair and what there was light brown and sparse. The Order's physician, Sub-Ordinate Grundig, had then been summoned and supervised the two purges of Paul's bowel, although the actual purges were expertly given by Jake. As he had the day before while Paul received his entry physical examination on Grundig's examination table with the physician gently touching and probing Paul's body, Grundig now turned to Jake and spoke softly. "A particularly handsome boy, Mentor Jake." Jake then thoroughly bathed Paul paying particular attention to his feet and genitals. Paul's anus received a complete cleansing with Jake inserting the wash cloth up into the tight opening and twisting it to clean even the inside.

"Stand over there in the light," Jake whispered in Paul's ear, pointing to the area immediately in front of the dais. He took the package from under Paul's arm. "Answer the Ordinate's questions truthfully and do as you're told," he reminded him. Paul took his place, feeling more and more nervous. As he turned to face the room the bright light from the openings in the ceiling blinded him. He couldn't see anything; the room appeared to be pitch black except for the area of the dais. Jake suddenly appeared out of the darkness and stood beside Paul. "Kneel," he said softly, "keep you head down and your hands behind your back as you do with me." Paul assumed the standard kneeling position he had been taught many years ago; the position boys, Junior Novice's and Novices take before their superiors -- especially while being scolded or reprimanded or just prior to an ordeal. The only thing within Paul's sight was the deep red carpet on which he was now kneeling. He kept this position for several minutes. Then, suddenly from out of the darkness came a deep, soft voice.

"His name, Mentor Jake?" It must have been Ordinate Selig. Paul had not heard or seen him enter the room and the sound of his deep, distinctive voice caused him to flinch.

"Paul, Ordinate," Jake answered reverently. If Paul had had the nerve to raise his head only slightly he could have seen Ordinate Selig taking his place in the comfortable chair in front of the dais. Paul only surmised that this was happening from the few sounds he could hear in the still room.

"Tell me his history -- briefly." Selig said.

"An orphan, Ordinate," Jake began, "Of unknown parentage but obviously from good stock. He spent his first ten years with the Sisters of Xxxxxxxxxx at Xxxxxxxxx. He then was chosen to attend Gymnasium at Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. He was a model student, high in his class each year. He was selected for further training during his 14th year and has been a Junior Novice until his entrance here two days ago."

"You say he had high grades, Mentor Jake," Selig said, "did he distinguish himself otherwise?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake added as enthusiastically as he dared. "He was in the Gymnasium Choir and served as one of Ordinate Kruger's personal acolytes while at Gxxxxxxxx." Selig raised an eyebrow at this last bit of information. Paul remained kneeling, head bowed during this conversation.

"There were six new Novices arrived two days ago." Selig said.

"Yes, Ordinate."

"And did you choose this one?"

"He was assigned, Ordinate.

"By Mentor...?" Selig asked.

"By Mentor Robert, Ordinate. He assigns all new arrivals."

"You had nothing to do with the assignments of these six?"

"I expressed a preference, Ordinate."

"Good." Selig said after a few moments. "Let the initiation begin. We will lose the light in an hour's time."

Jake walked over to Paul and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Rise, Novice Paul," he said. Paul got to his feet, keeping his head lowered.

"Look at me, son," Selig said. Paul raised his head at looked at Ordinate Selig in his chair, not five feet away. Selig was a handsome man, Paul thought. Handsome, but intimidating looking. His robe was thick and had ornate trim worthy of his high office. Although not a good judge of age, Paul guessed the Ordinate to be somewhere over forty. "State your name."

"Paul, Ordinate." Paul heard his voice shaking slightly as he spoke.

"Is everything Mentor Jake has just told me about your history true?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul replied.

"Your age? I don't recall that being mentioned."

"Eighteen, Ordinate." Paul said.

"Strange," Selig said, "you look to be seventeen from what I see thus far. I am an excellent judge of age in young Novices."

"It is possible, Ordinate, that he may, in fact, be closer to seventeen years of age. His birth date was estimated by the Sisters." Jake contributed this to support Selig's contention. "He was not taken in as an infant I understand.

"You are a very handsome young man regardless," Selig said. "And you wish to continue your education and serve in The Order?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said.

"We'll see." Selig said. "It is a difficult life to choose. Much is expected of you. We will see." Selig raised his hand from the arm of his chair. "Continue."

"Remove your robe," Jake said to Paul. Without hesitation, Paul began pulling his long robe up over his body. Jake assisted him pulling it over his head. Paul stood naked and embarrassed. He had been naked many times in front of other boys, at the weekly ordeals where boys were punished naked and in front of their peers and superiors. But this was the first time he had shown his body to Ordinate Selig. Selig saw Paul's discomfort.

"Surely you have stood before others like this," Selig said. "Did you not stand in front of Ordinate Kruger naked many times?" Jake cringed at this question. He hoped that Paul answered carefully.

"Yes, Ordinate." Paul said, also sensing the possible implications of Selig's question. Selig merely smiled slightly and let the matter drop. "Continue," Selig said. "No,,,," Selig added quickly,..."Step up to me, son." Paul took two steps closer to Selig and tentatively stopped. "Closer, son," Selig said, "I need to look at you." Paul took two more steps until he was less than a foot from Seligs's chair. Selig leaned forward slightly and reached forward cupping Paul's scrotum in his right hand. Paul jumped slightly at this surprise. Selig looked closely at Paul's scrotum and penis then up at Paul. "You answer questions truthfully, don't you Paul?" Selig asked as he continued lightly massaging Paul's heavy scrotum and began rubbing the base of Paul's penis with his thumb.

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said after only a slight pause.

"Then tell me, Novice Paul," Selig continued, returning his gaze to Paul's genitals, "how may boys or men have had your scrotum in their mouth?" There was a brief silence. "More than you can remember or number, I imagine," Selig said, pressing harder against Paul's testicles with his fingertips. "That's why you hesitate, I am certain. Is the answer more than a dozen boys and men?" Another short pause as Paul felt a dull pain in his groin.

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said. Selig began actually squeezing Paul's testicles now.

"More than two dozen, my son?" Selig said. Paul grimaced with the building pain.

"No, Ordinate, no more than two dozen. Plea--" Paul started to say but stopped.

"But, surely, as many as two dozen boys and men have had your scrotum in their mouth. Is that your statement to me?" Selig lessened the pressure on Paul's testicles but increased his rubbing of Paul's penis. Paul was very afraid that his admission -- although truthful -- had angered Ordinate Selig.

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said. Selig smiled slightly. He moved his hand to Paul's penis and grasping it lightly, he began moving his fingers up and down the short shaft.

"And your penis, Novice Paul, how many have had it in their mouths? As many? or more?"

"More, Ordinate," Paul said, blushing deeply.

"Yes, I would certainly think so," Selig said calmly. "And have others licked you penis, Novice Paul?"

"Yes, Ordinate." Paul said. He wished he could turn to Jake for guidance in answering these questions, He was afraid that his truthful answers would earn him extremely harsh punishment and perhaps even expulsion. Jake, however now stood some three feet behind and to the left of Paul.

"You are circumcised," Selig said as Paul's penis began to grow and stiffen as a result of the continued rubbing. "He was an orphan?" Selig asked looking briefly at Jake.

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said. "The Sisters..."

"Yes," Selig said, understanding. "Just as good; it promotes cleanliness. The sisters are quite right in circumcising the orphan boys brought to them. I have often thought of having all here below the office of Sub-Ordinate circumcised. Mentors, Pastors, Clerics, Sub-Clerics, Subalterns and, of course, all incoming Novices." Selig turned to Jake as he continued teasing Paul's stiffening penis. "I don't recall, Jake, are you circumcised?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said.

"And do you reget it?" Selig asked.

"No, Ordinate. As you say, it is cleaner and saves much trouble."

"Since you are standing where young Paul can't see, show me, Jake." Selig said. Jake slowly raised the front of his robe to expose a full erection. "Yes," Selig said, "as I thought. You are an excellent Mentor, Jake. You enjoy seeing the naked body of your new Novice. This is as it should be. Cover yourself." Jake let his robe fall to hide himself.

Paul's scrotum began to shrink and draw up around the base of his penis. His testicles became more visible. Selig suddenly grabbed Paul's scrotum and squeezed hard. Paul yelled loudly and bent forward. It was all he could do to stop from moving his hands from his side.

"Your testicles are large and well formed, my son," Selig said. "And normally sensitive, I see." Selig moved his hand to Paul's penis again.

"Tell me, young Novice Paul, do you ever abuse yourself?" Paul appeared puzzled by the question. "Come, come, Paul," Selig said, "do you ever manipulate yourself to spill your fluid?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said, embarrassed.

"It is good that you do, my son. It keeps you content and alert to your studies -- although I cannot officially condone it. And if you are discovered doing it you will be punished. If I hear of it I'll have Jake squeeze your testicles as hard as I just did. Only he will do it for a much longer period of time and your hands, arms, legs and feet will be secured to a punishment bench. It will be done at Weekly Ordeal and your fellow novices will have the pleasure of watching you scream and beg your Mentor to cease. And then your penis will be switched and again all who care to will watch you struggle against your bonds and hear you beg for the switching to cease. Have you ever had your penis switched?"

"No, Ordinate," Paul said swallowing hard.

"Have you ever seen it done to another?"

"Yes, Ordinate."

"Did you enjoy seeing it done?" Paul hesitated for as long as he dared.

"Yes, Ordinate," he said and Selig felt Paul's _c_o_c_k_ grow even stiffer.

Selig finally let loose of Paul's penis. "And tell me, son, have others licked other than your penis and scrotum?"

"Yes, Ordinante." Paul knew that he was probably sentencing himself to a full, harsh switching at the very least.

"Yes, I would certainly think so. Indeed." Selig said softly. "How long has he been here," Selig said to Jake.

"Two days, Ordinate."

"Tell me, Paul," Selig said, looking up at Paul again, "has anyone licked or placed your penis in their mouth since you have arrived here?" Paul for a moment didn't know what to answer with Jake standing right behind him.

"Yes, Ordinate," he said softly. Forgive me Jake, he thought to himself.

"And have you been requested or required to do the same with another?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul admitted, sweat now forming on his upper lip.

"Yes, I would certainly think so," Selig said.

"How many others, Paul," Selig asked. "More than one?"

"No, Ordinate." Paul felt very nervous now. Would he be required to name anyone?

"Was it requested or required?" Selig continued.

"Required, Ordinate." Paul said.

"Yes. I understand," Selig looked briefly at Jake. "I wish to inspect his backside, Mentor Jake," Selig said. "Please make that possible." Jake took Paul lightly by the arm and turned him and led him up the two steps onto the dais.

"Kneel." Jake said, pointing to the kneeling bench. Paul placed his knees on the bench and knelt. "Arms on the table," Jake said softly. Paul reached out and placed his hands and forearms on the table in front of him. Both Selig and Jake now had a view of Paul's buttocks legs, the soles of his feet and his back. "Lean forward," Jake said. Paul placed his weight on his forearms.

Selig got up out of his chair and walked over to Paul. He reached down and rubbed the soles of Paul's feet then slowly ran his left hand up Paul's right leg and up to his right buttock. He stepped to Paul's left side and repeated the procedure with his right hand. He then rubbed both of Paul's buttocks very lightly, almost lovingly.

"Do not, under any circumstances, mark these buttocks in any way this afternoon," he said to Jake. He rubbed Paul's snow-white skin a little harder, digging his fingers into the plump flesh. "Use the switch effectively, but lightly. I repeat, do not mark his buttocks."

"Shall I keep his buttocks covered with the cloth, Ordinate?" Jake asked.

"No, no," Selig said, running a finger deep within the cleft between Paul's buttocks. "I wish to see his buttocks switched, by all means -- only take care. Use the switch with enough force to cause him pain but not so much as to break the skin. Am I expecting the impossible?"

"No, Ordinate, not at all," Jake said. "I will choose the switch I use on his buttocks with care and his buttocks will be covered as I switch his upper legs. Your request is far from impossible."

"Thank you, Jake," Selig said as he stood back to admire the sight of Pauls behind. "I know you can do it. You may, of course, do as you see fit with the switch once you have him in your room."

"Yes, Ordinate." Jake said.

"Now, I wish to inspect his anus," Selig said. "Has he been thoroughly purged," he said looking to Jake.

"Yes, Ordinate, as you require." Jake said, moving toward Paul.

"Then alter his position." Selig said.

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said. "Place your legs wide apart," he said softly to his charge, "and lean forward resting your chest on the table." Paul placed first one knee then the other further apart on the kneeling bench and leaned forward with his shoulders and chest resting on the table. Paul's buttocks raised up and spread apart exposing his anus and the back of his scrotum. Selig reached forward and placed an extended finger on Paul's tight anus. He pressed lightly and felt the wrinkled opening give way slightly to his probing finger.

"Yes," Selig said softly. He now rubbed his finger in a circular motion around the small knot, pressing slightly to force his fingertip slightly up into Paul's tightness. The smooth hairless skin around Paul's anus was slightly damp from perspiration. "Tell me, Paul," Selig said as he continued to tease the hole, "other than the Sisters who kept you clean as an infant and small child, and Mentor Jake and myself, has anyone else ever seen your anus?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said. His voice was muffled since the side of his face was pressed against the table.

"Would you say more than a dozen people?"

"Yes, Ordinate."

"Yes, I would certainly think so." Selig said, taking his finger away. "And has anyone ever placed their tongue on or around your anus?"

"Yes, Ordinate."

"Both other boys as well as your superiors?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul admitted.

"Ever at your request?" Selig asked.

"Yes, Ordinate."

"Yes," Selig said. "And tell me, Paul, how many times has a penis been inserted up through your anus? More than a dozen times?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said as clearly as his position would allow.

"More than two dozen, perhaps?" Selig asked. Paul hesitated to consider his answer.

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said.

"The penis of both boys your age and grown men?"

"Yes, Ordinate."

"And, tell me, Paul, do you enjoy having a penis thrust through your anus?"

"No always, Ordinate, if I may say so." Paul said.

"No doubt an honest answer." Selig said with another slight smile. "Has your anus been penetrated recently, Paul?" Selig asked. "In the past two days," he added to make the question more specific.

"No, Ordinate," Paul said.

"Then we must relax you," Selig said looking at Jake and then nodding toward the package Jake had given Paul to carry up the stairs and into this room. Jake took the package from the floor and placed it on the table upon which Paul was resting his face, shoulders and chest. He unwrapped it and spread the contents. He arranged the items in some particular order that Paul could only guess at. Then he opened a jar of a yellowish, thick ointment and applied a small amount onto the smallest of several highly polished, wooden anal _d_i_l_d_o_s. The device was narrow at the tip, spreading to a wider portion and then tapering quickly to a narrow neck. There was a wide, flat base. Once inserted up through the anus, the _d_i_l_d_o_ protruded up into the rectum with the narrow neck being held tightly by the anal muscle. The wide base prevented the _d_i_l_d_o_ from being drawn completely up into the rectum. Jake held the _d_i_l_d_o_ up for Selig to see.

"Your ordeal will now begin, Novice Paul," Selig said. "You have professed a desire to continue with your training, knowing full well that much will be expected from you during your time here. You will be required to endure both pain and humiliation but your reward will be great." Selig had pulled his chair a bit closer to the dais and was now seated again. "Do you wish to continue?"

"Yes, Ordinate." Paul did not hesitate.