1 The boy was descrated on the altar. "Yes, yes! Bend just like that!" The priest's eyes gleamed with excitement. Drool ran the corner of his mouth that curved in a delighted smile. The priest patted the bulge of his groin while with his other hand, he reached out to pat the boy's naked ass.
"Is there anything else you would like me to do, master?" asked the boy.
"Place your hands on the edges like so," directed the priest, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. The boy's skin looked so young and taut. 'He will rejuvenate' me thought the priest.
The boy spread his arm across the altar and grabbed hold of the edges. He did not know why he felt some shame about what was to interact between him and the priest...but the shame was secondary to the anticipated pleasure.
It had all started two years, one month after the boy was sent to the monastery to be instructed in the bible and to help upkeep the monastery.
The priest, then, had been a jovial man of common decency and extraordinary sympathy. He befriended the boy right away. They discussed many things-about life, the arts, the church. They even discussed sex.
"Well, you know, sex is a very natural process," the priest would say. "It is a very natural holy communion between two individuals, be they woman and man, or man and man, or man and child. It is a very sacred thing and most people do not realize that."
"Then why do the priests not have sex?" inquired the boy. He was always of curiosity, asking that and this, eager to learn, and seeking answers from the one priest who had all the answers, so thought the boy. On the discussion of sex, the boy viewed it with candidacy. It was an honest discussion, shedded of pretenses. It was beyond the ways of commoners who shunned away in their ignorance or discriminated against in their small-perspective world. So explained the priest.
"'Why do the priests not have sex?'" said the priest. "It is only an official statement. We say it to protect ourselves and most, importantly, our patrons. It is to keep the patrons from falling in love with us. They already love us because of who we are-learned men, wise, and good-hearted. Why, it would be so simple for them to fall next in love with us, after having loved us so. It is to protect them. If they fell in love with us, the boundaries that separate us and them will collapse, destroying our identities in the process...destroying their identities. They need to be apart from us, in order that we may teach them. They need a standard above, some higher laws by which they may live, by which they can define themselves. We are represents of those higher laws and cannot allow ourselves to confuse these patrons of sheep. It is our sacred duty.
"We do not engage in carnal feedings with our patrons," continued the priest. "No we do not. But among ourselves? This is not a thing to be discussed. It is a thing most secretive because we must maintain to the patrons our celibacy. As it is, many a priests are soulless without their mouths, so that is why make no mention of this. But, remember what I said of sex being a very natural holy communion?" So it was spoke the priest, corrupting the child first with words.
Thus it was that the priest and the child talked more and more on what the rest of society tabooed. The child grew familiar with all that was to be known on sex.
Once when the child completed difficult labors, he retreated sorely to his cell. The priest came to console him.
"You are sore, my child?" the priest spoke tenderly, affectionately.
"I will be better tomorrow, father," replied the boy, who lay on his back on the top of a rug over the bare floor.
"Where do you hurt?" the priest knelt beside the boy.
The boy touched his shoulders. "Right here and down all of my back, father."
"Remove this top garment and turn over on your belly," said the priest. "I will put some salve on your hurt."
"Yes father." The boy stripped off his top garment, exposing his bare upper torso, then laid down on his belly.
The priest set to work. He kneaded the small muscles delicately yet firmly-masterfully. He moved his fingers caressingly down the soft, bare back.
"Does that feel good my child?"
"Yes father."
"That is good, my child. We must keep you in better health. So I will continue to administer to you. But, let this be between us, my child, yes?"
"Yes father."
And so it continued. The priest was now physically corrupting the child, slowly acclimating the child to his touch.
The predatory longings, the scheming from from the first day he saw the boy, the gradual subjugation, the tests of vulnerability-all had progressed to the fullness of the course of depravations.
And now on the altar, the priest and the boy enacted what they had long been enacting. The pantings and groans of glee muted into the dim and shadows of the chamber.
"WHAT IS THIS?!!" the roar struck like lightning.
The priest sprung off the boy, trembling fear, countenance blanching.
'I am undone! Woe me! Woe me!' He scrambled to his knees and palms before the other priest who had entered the chamber of the altar.
The priest on all four began to sob. "Father Machiav, forgive me! I am weak!" 'sob sob' "I am weak!" 'sob sob'
Machiav discerned the sobbing priest and the boy, sitting with his knees hugged to his chest, petrified against the altar. There was a stern, calculating gaze in his eyes.
"What will you do, Father Machiav?" sobbed the priest.
"You...this..." began Machiav. "Such an abomination! What have you done, Father Grail?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" rebuked Machiav.
"Aaaaaaauggh!!!" cried Grail. "Aaaaaaughh!" Then he began to whimper like a dog.
"I should convene this to the order," spoke Machiav.
'Should?' wonder Grail. He looked up questionally at Machiav.
"But..." spoke Machiav. "I am a man of mercy. I am merciful!" He paused. "Do you hear this, Father Grail!"
"Yes, yes!" fervently replied Grail. Like sailors' who see light from a lighthouse through the dark storm of the sea, such was Grail.
"We will keep this quiet, between us three. We will keep this hush hush," spoke Machiav.
"Yes, yes!" acquiesced Grail.
"But..." Machiav gazed intently upon the boy then met Grail in the eyes. "There is only one condition for my consideration. Only one."
"...yes?" prodded Grail.
"We will share the boy," spoke Machiav.
"Share the boy?" echoed Grail.
"Share the boy!"
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