Authors Note: For those many readers who have requested it, this is the complete Chapter Two of The Order. Thanks, Jason.

"Once Mentor Jake begins, he will not cease the ordeal until I instruct him to do so. You may cry out and ask mercy if you feel the need. Address all such requests for mercy to me, not your mentor. He acts merely as my instrument in this room. You may not address him directly. I may here your pleas favorably. I may not. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ordinate." Paul prepared himself for he knew not what exactly. Already his face was covered with sweat. He sensed that his ordeal would begin with an attack of some description on his well-exposed anus, which he now tightened as much as his position would allow.

Jake approached Ordinate Selig and the two conferred in whispers for a moment. Paul could not make out what was being said which only added to his apprehension and nervousness. Jake walked to the table upon which Paul was now resting his arms and head. He placed the lubricated _d_i_l_d_o_ on the spread cloth then disappeared from Paul's view. Paul felt Jake's hands on his buttocks. Jake knelt to the floor and leaned forward his face only inches from Paul's butt. Paul felt Jake's fingers pressing hard into the skin around his anus, pulling the tight muscle of his anus open. He then felt Jake's wiry beard scraping lightly against the sensitive skin of his spread buttocks. He felt Jake's breath against his anus, then the wetness of Jake's tongue as it passed lightly back and forth across his anus. Paul groaned slightly at the sensation and attempted to relax his tight muscle. Jake's tongue pressed hard and slid up into the wetness. Paul relaxed, and felt his muscle tightening around his mentor's invading tongue. For the next minute, Jake's tongue invaded and explored Paul's anus in a variety of ways. As if by instinct, Paul either pushed outward to relax his anus or squeezed it tightly shut depending on the position of Jake's tongue.

"He is indeed experienced with his opening I see," Selig said as he watched the manner in which Paul instinctively responded. "No doubt his anus has been invaded many times by many things. Like his buttocks, and his genitals, his anus is perfectly formed. I intend to see it used to bring him humiliation, pain and pleasure." Selig said as he approached Paul leaning forward to whisper near his ear. "Tell me, my son, do you enjoy having you anus stimulated and invaded as it is now?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul honestly answered, avoiding looking at Selig directly. Selig signaled Jake to cease his attention to Paul's anus. Jake quickly stood.

"You must look at me when you speak, son," Selig said. Paul looked into Selig's deep, dark eyes. "Now tell me, my son, have you felt the sting of a switch across your anus?"

"Yes, Ordinate."

"Yes, yes, no doubt. And, my son, have you felt the humiliation of having your anus observed as you use it for its intended purpose?"

"No, Ordinate. I don't believe so, Ordinate, if I may say so." This question both embarrassed and confused Paul.

Jake quickly explained Paul's answer to the last question. "Remember, Ordinate, that Junior Novice boys must use an open facility to perform their bodily functions. They also undergo purges at the will of their guardians.

"Indeed, Mentor Jake, but expelling purges is not the intended function of the anus, need I remind you."

"Of course, Ordinate. I am suggesting that in an open facility perhaps others have observed him emptying his bowel without his knowledge."

"Yes. Yes, I can assure you that almost certainly others have secretly observed him urinate and defecate. In any event, you will instruct the kitchen to pay particular attention to young Paul's diet over the next four days. It should consist of foods that will tend to bind him, constipate him, if you will. Speak to Father Clement, in the kitchen, he knows what I want. Young Paul here must not be allowed to eliminate during that period. I will personally observe his next elimination through his anus in four days time, in your room. We will let nature decide the time. It has been some time since I was last observed a Novice empty his bowel." Selig placed a finger lightly against Paul's anus. "As I say, Jake, I wish it to be a particularly difficult elimination, one which will give him both mild pain and extreme humiliation. Am I understood?"

"Of course, Ordinate," Jake said quickly. "As you wish. I know what to do."

"You may do what you wish with him this evening and perhaps tomorrow, but after that, he must not be invaded through his anus until he has humiliated himself as I describe."

"Of course, Ordinate." Jake said with a slight bow of his head.

"We will now proceed," Selig said and Jake took the _d_i_l_d_o_ from the table and stepped behind Paul again holding the _d_i_l_d_o_ firmly between his fingers.

Jake's experienced eye saw Paul's anus tighten. He leaned forward and spoke softly. "You may wish to relax yourself," he said as he placed the tip of the _d_i_l_d_o_ lightly against Paul's tightened hole. Paul, not being able to see the _d_i_l_d_o_ in Jake's hand but feeling the tip about to penetrate his behind, knew what was about to happen and not only relaxed his anus but pushed outward slightly to allow the _d_i_l_d_o_ easier passage. Long experience had taught him this.

Jake quickly glanced at Ordinate Selig who nodded slightly. Then, ever so slowly, Jake pressed the tip of the _d_i_l_d_o_ harder against Paul's anus, spreading the muscle wider and wider as the _d_i_l_d_o_ passed deeper up into Paul's passage. Both Jake and Selig watched Paul's face intently, gauging the pain Paul might be experiencing. But Paul's face remained almost impassive as Jake pushed the shaft of the _d_i_l_d_o_ well up through Paul's anal collar and into his rectum. The _d_i_l_d_o_ was now held securely in place with Paul's anal muscles clamped tightly around the narrow neck. Only the base kept the entire device from completely disappearing up into Paul's rectum. For good measure, Jake pressed the base of the _d_i_l_d_o_ hard against Paul's spread buttocks. Only then did Paul groan softly. It was a groan of pleasure, not pain.

"Quite so, quite so. He enjoys the feeling," Selig said almost to himself. He looked at Jake. "Novice Paul is obviously accustomed to objects of that size. Have him expel it and insert the largest one. I think we can dispense with testing his reaction to the medium sized one." Selig leaned even further forward to get a better look.

Although Paul heard Selig, he waited for Jake's instruction. "Expel it," Jake said taking hold of the base. Paul grimaced slightly as he began straining to push the _d_i_l_d_o_ out. Jake took it and placed it on a towel on the table and took up another much larger but similarly shaped _d_i_l_d_o_ and spread a light coating of the ointment on the tip. Again he presented the tip of this larger _d_i_l_d_o_ to Paul's anus. Again he looked at Selig and after receiving a slight nod, Jake began slowly pressing the _d_i_l_d_o_ into Paul. The _d_i_l_d_o_ had penetrated less than an inch before Paul grimaced and registered the pain he was feeling. Jake kept pressing and even twisting the _d_i_l_d_o_ as he pushed it further. Paul opened his mouth wide and raised his head off his arms. With the _d_i_l_d_o_ now halfway inserted, Paul was in obvious pain as the device stretched his anus open more and more. With one final sharp push, Jake pressed the _d_i_l_d_o_ home with only the base remaining outside of Paul. Paul cried out loudly as the widest portion of the _d_i_l_d_o_ passed up into him.

"Much better," Selig said. "Much, much better. Did you see the pain it caused? It will certainly impart a feeling of fullness to his rectum. Make certain it is well seated." Jake pressed hard against the base. Paul again moaned, only much louder than before. "An interesting combination or pleasure and pain isn't it, my son?" Selig said.

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said not knowing what else to answer and, indeed, he did feel the pain of having his anus stretched to this extent and the pleasure of feeling the _d_i_l_d_o_ filling his rectum.

"Yes," Selig said, returning to his chair but still watching Paul's behind closely. "That will certainly fill his empty rectum. And its size will keep his anus well stretched as you continue. A constant pain to remind him of its presence." Selig said. "I knew I was correct, Mentor Jake. Young Paul here has the tightness of a seventeen year-old, not an eighteen year-old. I am a very good judge of these things. A very subtle difference, perhaps, but I can discern it, Jake. See that his records are changed to say seventeen years of age. It is important."

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said.

"Begin his flagellation." Selig said as he leaned forward with a look of anticipation.

Jake methodically unfolded a thick white cloth which had been in the package, spread it on the table. It was in the shape of a square about two feet to a side made of a thick cloth material. He then walked to a small table near where Selig sat, opened a wide drawer and removed several items. First, a long stiff switch somewhat smaller in diameter than a man's little finger tapering to a blunt point along its 24 inch length. Second, a narrow wooden paddle about 18 inches long and two inches wide. It had a short round handle. Next a much thinner, somewhat flexible leather switch, again about 24 inches long. Lastly, a leather tawse with some half-dozen leather "ropes" each about 12 inches long tied in small knots at each end. Jake took these devices and placed them on the table, next to the unfolded cloth, all within Paul's view.

"Rise up on your knees," Jake said to Paul as he took the cloth and held it with both hands. Jake lifted his shoulders and chest off the table, keeping his leg spread on the bench. "Hold your arms away from you." Jake took the cloth and passed it through Paul's legs bringing it up to cover his buttocks in the back and his penis and scrotum in front. Jake fastened the cloth securely with metal clasps so that the cloth fit snugly around Paul's middle like a diaper. The _d_i_l_d_o_ was still firmly implanted up through Paul's anus with the tip well up into his rectum.

"We dress you like an small child, son," Selig said, "to protect certain areas and to bring an added sense of humiliation and shame." Indeed Paul felt a sense of humiliation with the cloth wrapped through his spread legs and around his waist tightly. The obvious reference to a diaper and the bodily functions with which a diaper is associated caused Paul to blush a deep red. "Humiliation is important to your training, son. You must learn shame and humility before your superiors. We accomplish this in many ways." Selig spoke as he rose and took a position to Paul's right where he had a good view of both Paul's covered butt and his face.

"Lower yourself on your elbows," Jake ordered. Paul slowly bent over again, placing his elbows and forearms on the tabletop. "And keep you face toward Ordinate Selig," Jake added. He reached forward and pressed a hand against the back of the diaper feeling the base of the _d_i_l_d_o_. "This," he said pressing the base hard, "must remain where it is at all times. Do not loose it. And remember, keep your face turned, The Ordinate wishes to watch you during you ordeal." Jake took up the larger of the two switches -- more of a thin rod, really. "I will now begin by switching the bottom of your feet. You must remain in your current position or I will add additional strokes." Paul watched as Selig gave a slight nod, indicating that Jake was to begin.

Jake brought the rod forward hard against the naked sole of Paul's left foot. Paul immediately cried out in pain. He had never had his feet switched, although he knew that it was not an unheard-of form of punishment for Novices such as he had just become. The pain was much worse than he had imagined. A sharp pain across his foot and reaching up his leg. As he forced himself to keep his gaze on The Ordinate, he saw a smile cross Selig's face. Out of the corner of his eye he also saw Jake move to deliver a blow to his right foot. The blow came a few seconds later, just as the worst of the pain in his left foot was dying away. Try as he did, Paul could not prevent himself from crying out loudly at this new pain. As he opened his eyes, he again saw the small smile on Selig's face.

"Don't worry, son," Selig said, "you may express your pain as loudly as you feel you must; it shows Mentor Jake that his work is being well done." Jake immediately landed another blow to Paul's left foot again. The pain, if anything was worse than the first time, Paul thought as he cried out again. Paul lifted his foot and leg for a second in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.

"Keep you legs still," Jake said as he landed the second blow to Paul's right foot. There followed two more blows, one to each foot. Paul began an uncontrollable squirming which accompanied his screams.

"You must keep your body still, my son," Selig said. "Don't require me to call another Mentor into the room to hold your legs -- and to watch your as you call out in pain. Do you want another Mentor to observe your ordeal?"

"No, Ordinate." Paul said.

"Of course not, my son," Selig said. "It would only humiliate you more to have yet another watching you express your pain."

Jake landed another series of three pairs of blows, alternating between Paul's left and right feet. "Please Ordinate!", Paul yelled, "have mercy upon me." Selig approached Paul and leaned forward, close to Paul's face.

"You must suffer, Novice Paul," he said softly. "You must feel the pain of the rod, son. I cannot ease your ordeal. You must pass through it as best you can." He stepped back and nodded to Jake to continue. Jake commenced to deliver a further ten blows, five to each foot. He timed them so that just as Paul's scream from one blow died away, it was renewed by the next blow so that Paul was screaming almost constantly now. Finally, Selig held his hand up, palm outward and Jake stopped.

"Please Ordinate, have mercy upon me." Paul yelled.

"I am very sorry, my son. Your pain has only just started. I would be doing you a disservice to hear your pleas. Continue, Mentor Jake."

"Up on your knees only," Jake said sternly. He seemed to be almost enjoying the pain he was causing in his new novice. Paul raised up, all too glad to have the pain in his feet stopped. His face was now covered by perspiration. Selig walked a short distance to a cabinet and soon returned with a pewter goblet. He handed it to Jake who took a deep drink. Jake looked at Selig who nodded. Jake offered the goblet to Paul who emptied it heartily. Jake took the empty goblet and placed it on the table.

"Proceed to his legs." Selig said. "And remember, Novice Paul, keep you face toward me. I need to witness your suffering. And you need to know that it is being witnessed. If you wish to continue, that is."

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said becoming even more aware that in his current position, the back of his upper legs were exposed to whatever pain Jake might wish to inflict upon them. And Jake did want to inflict pain on Paul's legs. He picked up the thin switch and swished it through the air several times. The resulting "whoosh" sounded ominous to all in the room but especially to Paul.

"Place your hands behind your back," Jake said softly, "and keep them there."

"Awwwwllll!" Paul cried out at the first switch to the back his bare legs. It landed squarely across both legs and left an immediate red mark. Paul fought the almost uncontrollable desire to move his arms and hands. The thin switch cut into the bare skin and the pain grew in intensity. Paul rested his chin on the top of his right shoulder, keeping his eyes on Selig as best he could. A second switch landed, this one higher up Paul's legs toward his buttocks. The pain was intense but faded quickly. "Aaawwwwlllll!" Paul yelled closing his eyes tightly. He saw Selig briefly hold his left hand upward, indicating for Jake to delay the next switch. Selig approached Paul and with his face no more than a foot away from Paul's, he spoke softly.

"Seeing you suffer, Novice Paul, is most gratifying. You will carry the marks of the switch for several days. I'm certain that Mentor Jake will have you show them to him each morning when you report for instruction. Perhaps in the evening as well. And at Weekly Ordeal, your fellow novices will see them and know the suffering you have felt. I have chosen you from among all of the new novices to be first to undergo the Initiation Ordeal -- before any of the other five. You must be brave and strong in your commitment and set the example." Selig looked directly into Paul's eyes as he spoke these words. He smiled ever so slightly as he stepped back and signaled to Jake to resume with the switching of Paul's sensitive legs. "You must be made to suffer bodily pain and spiritual humiliation, my son."

Before resuming, Jake placed a hand on the seat of the diaper fastened around Paul's middle. He found the base of the _d_i_l_d_o_ inserted up into Paul and twisted it back and forth several times, giving it a final hard push. Jake then proceeded to deliver a dozen more hard switches to Paul's legs. Paul cried out at each switch, keeping his face toward Selig. The bright red weals criss-crossing Paul's legs showed where each switch had landed.

Jake placed the thin switch on the table and took up the six-thonged whipping device. Paul watched as Jake held the device in front of him so that he could see what was coming next. Paul could only imagine the pain the six leather thongs of this short whip would cause on his tender legs. Jake quickly got in place and swung the device, the thongs whipping against Paul's legs with one or two thongs hitting the cloth of the diaper covering Paul's buttocks.

"Awwwwllll!" Paul yelled as he felt his legs catch on fire. "Please Ordinate, show me mercy," Paul said lowly before Jake could deliver another swipe.

"Yes, yes," Selig said. "It is good you covered his buttocks to protect them.

Paul moaned out loud and shifted his position slightly. "Mercy, Ordinate."

"I want to extend mercy to you, young Paul," Selig said, "but I must not. I am thankful, however, that your buttocks are protected -- as you should be. I do not want those lovely buttocks marked in any way. There will be time for that on another evening. Continue, Mentor Jake, and give him cause for further pleading; it does him good to seek mercy."

Jake delivered five more swipes with the short whip. Paul's legs were completely covered with nasty red weals in a matter of a few strokes. Paul's cries were, at first, louder, then they became soft as he tired and was unable to muster the strength to call out loudly. "Please, Ordinate, show me mercy," Paul said in a low whisper.

Again, Paul watched Selig signal Jake to interrupt his expert use of the whip. Again, Selig approached Paul and leaned forward looking directly and deeply into Paul tearful eyes. "You are so beautiful, my son, when you plead." Selig reached out and gently stroked Pauls thick head of hair as he looked deeply and lovingly into his tearful eyes.. Selig looked up at Jake. "His lower legs now." He said as he continued to run his fingers through Paul's hair.

Jake exchanged the whip for the switch he had used so effectively on Paul's upper legs. The switch landed hard across both of Paul's calves. Paul closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth wide in a silent scream. "Don't be afraid to express you pain, my son," Selig said. Another hard switch landed near the back of Paul's knees. "Ahhhhh," Paul yelled directly into Selig's face. He then whispered, "Mercy, Ordinate". But Selig showed no mercy. There followed a series of closely spaced hard switches to Paul lower legs, a full dozen in all. Selig grabbed Paul's hair and pulled his head back as Paul screamed with the pain. Selig brought his face to within an inch or so of Paul's as he continued to pull Paul's head backward. Although Paul couldn't see it, Selig raised his hand for Jake to stop. He then held Paul's head tightly as he slowly brought his mouth to Paul's and gently kissed his lips. Selig held the kiss for many seconds then slowly withdrew his mouth from Paul's and released Paul's hair.

"Attach him to the ropes," Selig said to Jake. "Facing this way."

"Stand," Jake said quietly to his Novice. As Paul slowly got to his feet he felt the large _d_i_l_d_o_ press hard against the inside wall of his rectum and dilate his anus even further. Jake gently nudged Paul in the direction of the two ropes. He lifted Paul's arms and, one by one, attached them to the end of the rope, expertly tying a loose knot around each of Paul's wrists. "You must hold the ropes, Paul," Jake said softly as he went to the wall and pulled the rope taught. He then pulled so that Paul's arms were stretch well above his head. Then, as Jake continued to pull the ropes, Paul was raised so that only the balls of his feet and his toes reached the floor. Paul grabbed the ropes with his hands and held tightly. Jake secured the ropes to a cleat in the wall.

"Remove the cloth," Selig said as he walked in front of Paul and looked up into his face. Jake quickly undid the fasteners that held the diaper in place and pulled it free, letting it fall to the floor. He then began gently massaging Paul's _c_o_c_k_ with one hand while slowly pressing and twisting the _d_i_l_d_o_ still well planted in Paul's rectum. Paul groaned aloud. "No, not yet," Selig said. "Let him realize his predicament first."

As Paul's calf muscles began to cramp and quiver from the strain of his awkward position, he had little choice but to pull himself upward relieving the pain in his legs. Soon, however, Paul's arm and chest muscles began to throb and as they tired and became unable to hold his weight off his legs, he was forced to lower himself onto his toes again. With each strain on his muscles, he felt the large neck of the _d_i_l_d_o_ as his anus clamped down tightly around it. This cycle of resting on his toes and then having to pull himself upward with his arms repeated several times as Jake and Selig watched Paul struggle to relieve the pain first in his leg muscles and then in his arm and chest muscles. With each cycle Paul was able to sustain his position for a shorter and shorter period of time. Soon he was moving up and down every few seconds, the pain in his muscles becoming intense.

Selig looked up at Paul, observing his suffering. "If this continues, my son," Selig said, "you will soon be unable to hoist yourself off of your toes any longer and you will have no choice but to hang with your arms supporting all of your weight. Shortly thereafter it will become extremely painful and eventually almost impossible to take a breath. You will wish to beg my mercy but you will be unable to gather the breath to do so. If you reach that point, death by slow, painful asphyxiation will follow quickly, although it will seem like a long time coming to you, my son. You may therefore wish to speak to me while you can."

"Oh please Ordinate, have mercy upon me, I beg you," Paul said. "Please show me mercy, most gracious Ordinate." Perspiration was now rolling down Paul's face and dripping from his chin. His thick light brown hair hung matted to his forehead by perspiration. A long streamlet of sweat ran straight down his chest, onto his belly and collected in the deep hollow of his navel. He was frightened. His only ray of hope came from Jake who seemed to be unconcerned for Paul's condition. Surely, Paul thought as the pain stabbed his body, Jake would show concern if the Ordinate meant him real permanent harm.

"Are you afraid of me, son?" Selig said softly.

"No, Ordinate," Paul said finding it more and more difficult to speak. Paul was quickly becoming light-headed as his lungs were unable to take in sufficient oxygen. To Selig's pleasure Paul's _c_o_c_k_ suddenly began to stiffen and rise, standing well away from his body. Selig and Jake both watched as the stiff _c_o_c_k_ stiffened even more and now pointed to the ceiling. Selig brought his head close enough to see the rather large vertical slit at the tip of Paul's penis spread open wider. Paul's scrotum had shriveled and contracted so that it held Paul's testicles tightly against the base of his penis.

"I beg you to have mercy on me, Ordinate, I beg you most humbly. I...beg...you." Paul could only whisper now.

Selig continued to look up into Paul's now contorted face. Suddenly he raised his hand and Jake quickly went to the wall and relaxed the rope just enough that Paul could let his body weight be carried by his feet instead of just his toes. The pain in his chest and arms immediately subsided and Paul breathed deeply and easily for the first time in several minutes.

Selig went to Paul and again held his hair tightly in one hand, pulling his head back just enough to allow him to again press his mouth to Paul's. Paul was quite used to being kissed by other boys and men and he not only didn't resist but opened his mouth and received Selig's invading tongue. As Selig continued kissing Paul tenderly, he gently reached down and lightly ran the fingers of his other hand up and down Paul's iron- hard _c_o_c_k_. Paul suddenly felt his bladder contract against his will and a stream of warm urine flowed from his penis.

Jake was horrified as he watched Paul's urine spill to the carpet below. Selig slowly stepped back and watched with a look of amusement. "Ordinate!," Jake said, not knowing what to do. Paul now felt the muscles of his invaded, full rectum contract strongly and the muscles deep around his anus relaxed as his body attempted to expel the large plug up inside him. At the moment, Paul had no control his lower bowel.

"No, no, Jake," Selig said. "Don't concern yourself. It is not intentional. I've seen it happen before. It is not unknown to me." Tears of shame appeared in Paul's eyes as he stood, hands and arms still held over his head by the ropes, unable to control his bladder.

"Please, Ordinate," Paul said, "forgive me." He penis was now softening as the last few drops of urine dripped from the tip. "I beg forgiveness, Ordinate." Selig looked at his wet hand and wiped it against Paul's stomach, then across his own ample robe. Jake looked at his Novice with a mixture of sympathy, puzzlement and shock.

"Do not, Jake, punish him for this -- ever." Selig said. "It is forgotten."

"Your carpet, Ordinate...", Jake said. These were the only words Jake to think of at the moment.

"It is of no consequence. Hear me well, Mentor Jake," Selig said in a raised voice. "The matter is closed and not to be mentioned again. Young Novice Paul shall carry no blame for this accident. If anything, it endears him to my heart, as it should to yours. The bodily functions of Novices are to be endured and even appreciated. Their young bodies are a marvel to be observed, praised and experienced -- including their bodily functions. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ordinate." Jake said relieved.

"As you well know, Mentor Jake, and as I well know and as your Novice Paul will find out soon enough, there are those here that would welcome watching him urinate, would even welcome him placing his naked body over theirs and covering their body with his warm urine. There are even those here that would welcome watching young Paul squat and empty his bowel on their belly and would then welcome the opportunity to clean his anus afterward. I am not blind to these things. I know some of the unusual appetites of some of the members, Jake. The matter is closed." Selig held his hand up to signal the end of the matter.

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said.

"You may switch his buttocks now," Selig said to Jake. " First, position him so that I may see how the plug enters and stretches his anus."

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said and turned Paul so that his back was to the room once more. He then went to the wall and loosened the ropes so that Paul could lower his arms more. "Bend over," Jake said. Paul bent forward, his arms still held above his head by the ropes. Jake loosened the ropes yet again. "More," Jake said and Paul bent so that his back was now nearly parallel with the floor. "Stand with your feet apart," was Jake's next instruction. Paul widened his stance. Selig took a step forward to improve his view. "More," Jake said softly to Paul. Paul spread his legs as widely apart as he could. Selig closely observed the neck of the _d_i_l_d_o_ where it penetrated Paul's anus, stretching it very wide. Just below the _d_i_l_d_o_, Paul's balls hung loosely with the very tip of Paul's circumcised penis just visible in front. Selig reached out toward the wide base of the _d_i_l_d_o_ but stopped himself.

"Proceed," he said to Jake. "But mind you do not mark his flesh. The switch should not land twice on the same area. Make him suffer as much as your skill will allow otherwise.

"Yes, Ordinate. If I may suggest the use of the narrow paddle, Ordinate. It is less likely to break the skin." Jake said as he walked to the table and his various implements.

"Nor, Mentor Jake, does it cause the sting that the switch is capable of. And you cannot apply the paddle, narrow though it may be, directly to the tender skin immediately around young Paul's anus, which is what I wish you to do."

"Yes, Ordinate, as you say." Jake picked up the long thin switch, which had caused so much pain to Paul's legs. He walked behind Paul and expertly drew the switch back and then quickly forward delivering a strike across the lower portion of Paul's readily available buttocks. A short but sharp, high-pitched scream came from Paul. A bright red horizontal mark immediately appeared where the switch had landed. Jake quickly looked at Selig. "Unlike the welts on his legs, Ordinate, that, and the other marks to come, will not last more than an hour or so. Do you wish me to continue?"

"Your skill is not in question, Jake." Selig said as he closely inspected the mark. "Continue. Another six or seven across his buttocks should be sufficient. Then several vertical strokes down around his anus -- on either side."

"Yes, Ordinate." Jake delivered six more switch strokes to Paul's waiting buttocks, each placed a little away from the preceding one. Paul screamed softly each time. Each left its bright red mark.

Jake moved close to Paul and turned facing Selig. He raised the switch and brought it swiftly down vertically between Paul buttocks. It struck as closely to the base of the _d_i_l_d_o_ as was possible, hitting the side of Paul's swollen anus. Paul screamed loudly. Paul landed another to the other side of the _d_i_l_d_o_'s base but just as close to Paul's anus as the first. Again Paul screamed and threw his head backward as much as his position would allow. "Mercy, please, mercy!" But Selig said nothing and only moved still closer to observe the redness around Paul's anus.

"Another," Selig said, stepping back. Jake again took careful aim and brought the switch down to the side of Paul's anus next to the _d_i_l_d_o_.

"Ahhhh! Mercy, Ordinate. Mercy Mentor Jake!" Jake looked up at Selig quickly. He then moved to Paul's side and landed a tremendous switch to Paul's upper legs just below his buttocks. Paul yelled loudly and twisted his body in pain.

"Do not address me personally in the presence of the Ordinate, Novice Paul!" Jake said loudly. He immediately looked at Selig again, suddenly realizing his blunder. "Forgive me, Ordinate, I did not mean to strike him in anger."

"Nevertheless you did, Jake." Selig registered his displeasure. "You will report to Sub-Ordinate Burnam tonight. He will send for you. I will instruct him as to your punishment. I shall endeavor to be present to witness it."

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said. He concentrated to cool his anger both at himself and with his young Novice.

"You may proceed," Selig said. "Excite him. Have him rid himself of the plug as you do so. I would prefer that you did it slowly but the light is fading so you must hurry."

"Stand up straight," Jake told Paul. "And turn." Paul brought his legs together, stood and turned to face Selig. Jake once again shortened the ropes, this time pulling Paul an inch or so from the floor. He walked to the table and quickly spread the yellow ointment on his hands. Returning to Paul he began rubbing his soft _c_o_c_k_ slowly and lightly. With his other hand he reached behind Paul and grabbing the base of the _d_i_l_d_o_ protruding from Paul's anus, he twisted it back and forth slowly. Jake's slow and skillful manipulation of Paul's penis soon had its effect. While continuing to move the _d_i_l_d_o_ around in Paul's anus and rectum, he gradually quickened his pace. Paul's _c_o_c_k_ soon stood stiffly outward parallel with the floor. "Expel the plug, Paul," Jake said and Paul closed his mouth tightly and his abdominal muscles visibly tightened as he attempted to push the plug free. Paul kept his hand tightly pressed against the base, however, to insure that the plug couldn't slide completely out no matter how hard Paul strained. This continued for some few minutes. With the widest portion of the plug now stretching Paul's anus horribly wide, Paul began rubbing Paul's stiff _c_o_c_k_ vigorously, pausing from time to time so as not to allow Paul complete release. Paul felt the plug being twisted and moved back and forth as his anus was stretched to its limit.

Selig approached Paul. "Has your erect penis ever been placed inside another person's anus, my son?"

"Yes, Ordinate," Paul said softly as he continued to push the plug against Jake's restraining hand.

"Men, or boys your age?" Selig said.

"Both, Ordinate. Ugggghhhh!" Paul grunted loudly and Jake skillfully allowed Paul to shove the plug a little further.

"Yes, indeed so. Indeed so. As I would have thought. And boys younger than you as well?"

"Yes, Ordinate." Jake continued his manipulation of Paul's _c_o_c_k_ with increasing intensity.

"Yes, I thought as much," Selig said with a smile. "And have you forced yourself on these boys or did they welcome your penetrations?"

"Both, Ordinate," Paul said now finding it difficult to answer Selig's questions as his _s_e_x_ual excitement grew and his release ever nearer.

"Yes, yes, as I would have thought," Selig said. He leaned down and picked up the cloth that had served as Paul's protective diaper earlier and, cupping it in his hands, he held it a foot or so away from Paul's _c_o_c_k_. He nodded to Jake. "Allow him his release."

With practiced movements, Jake grabbed Paul's _c_o_c_k_ near the base and moved his hand quickly up and down the hard shaft several times as though he were "milking" Paul. Paul groaned loudly and lifted his legs further from the floor spreading them outward. Jake felt the muscles of Paul's _c_o_c_k_ begin to quiver slightly. As Paul suddenly jutted his hips and crotch forward as far as he could Jake allowed the plug to finally slide slowly free of the grip of Paul's tight anus. At the same time Paul shot a stream of semen directly into the waiting cloth. His head tilted backward, his eyes closed tightly and he moaned loudly as yet another stream of semen arched toward the cloth in Selig's hands. Paul suddenly relaxed completely, his head falling forward, semen dripping now from his quickly softening penis.

"Done well, Jake," Selig said.

Jake took the plug and placed it on the table and then quickly slackened the ropes, lowering Paul first onto his feet and as the ropes were slackened completely, Paul fell first to his knees then to the floor lying on his side.

Selig took the cloth in his hands and raised it slowly to his face. He inhaled deeply taking in the aroma of Paul's still warm semen. "Yes," he said looking up first at Paul then at Jake, "you have chosen well, Jake. He is strong, brave and obedient -- a rare combination. Keep him that way. His performance today has pleased me. I now place his body and his mind in your hands. Keep him humble. Treat him wisely and kindly, but sternly. Use him for your own particular pleasures by all means but allow him his pleasures with other novices from time to time. I do not wish to see him become bitter. I will speak to you about this and his further training in due course. As he grows in mind and body, he will bring you much pleasure."

"Yes, Ordinate," Jake said. "And you as well, I trust and hope."

"Yes," Selig said softly, "Yes, and me as well."