Mystical Sinners Guild
Chapter 3 The Initiation
Back in the dressing room, guarded by the two Stalwarts in their flowing cloaks, Richard, clad only in his thin Initiation robe, a flimsy white sideless garment, ankle length at the front and waist length at the back, was stripped even of that.
"Shower! Ready yourself for your Initiation!" ordered one of Hands.
Richard found a shower recess in the corner of the room, and basked under the hot soothing water. He stepped out, and was passed a towel by one of the Stalwarts. When dry, he was handed a folded white garment. "This is your Initiation Robe!" growled a Stalwart.
Unfolding it, he was disappointed. Each side of the head hole were two Velcro fastenings, so that the garment could be disconnected into two separate rectangular sheets, with a semicircle cut out of the end of each. He put it over his head, and immediately noticed it was far shorter than ankle length. It hung down to waist level. "I can't face all those acolytes like this!" Richard protested. "Don't worry!" laughed one of the Stalwarts, and gave Richard a second garment. It was a strip of the same flimsy material, some twelve inches long, four inches wide at one end, narrowing down to half an inch at the middle, for the rest of its length. Richard wasn't sure what to do with it.
One of the Stalwarts took it, and parked the wide end on a Velcro pad at the front of the robe Richard had just donned. "Part your legs!" he said.
Richard obeyed him, and the Stalwart passed the strip between Richard's legs, and parked it on another Velcro pad at the rear, pulling it tight, to snugly contain Richard's genitals. Richard viewed himself in the mirror. If he stood still, the width of the strip just about covered him, its narrowest part starting just under the back of his scrotum, then disappearing into his crack before emerging to attach to the rear of the robe.
The Stalwarts now each donned black face masks, and Richard was ordered to march on to the stage with them, stand between them, and face the audience. They took up their ceremonial positions, and two Maidens, clad in white, entered. Standing behind the Stalwarts, they unhooked the chains holding their cloaks in place, and removed them, leaving the Stalwarts clad only in black leather slips. They grabbed Richard under the armpits, and turned him round to face the table. Only there was no table now, but a set of stocks. This consisted of an upper beam at shoulder height, with two hand holes; a lower beam set back a metre from the upper beam, with two ankle holes, and a centre beam positioned midway between the other two beams both vertically and horizontally.
They secured Richard's hands in the top beam, his back to the audience. Then they secured his ankles to the bottom beam, forcing his legs wide apart. He felt he was leaning forward at a crazy angle. Then, cranking a handle, they lowered the upper beam until he was bent over and supported by the middle beam. A response sheet was laid on the floor beneath Richard's head.
"Graffiti was painted!" intoned the voice of the Lord. "How shall the initiate be welcomed?" "Paint my Body, Oh Lord, that it is a colourful sight for these acolytes to behold!"
"Maidens! Expose Richard's Body, and ready it for painting!" intoned the Lord. Richard felt the Maidens rip off the Velcro modesty strip, front and back, and withdraw it from under him.
"Initiate! How shall your body be prepared for painting?" demanded the Lord. "Oh Lord," read Richard. "Shave every hair from the area you wish to illustrate, that it may be painted the better!"
"Stalwarts! Expose the anus of the initiate!" intoned the Lord. Richard felt the two Stalwarts holding his buttocks apart, and then a Maiden's fingers rubbing something into the sides of his crack, working up and down. He sniffed. Shaving foam! That was it. He soon knew it, as the other Maiden appeared, and he could feel her running a razor, shaving all his hidden crack hair, and the underside of his exposed scrotum. The other Maiden rinsed off the remaining foam with a damp flannel, and patted his crack dry.
"Apply the paint!" intoned the Lord. "The paint shall be applied, Oh Lord!" came the chanted response.
Richard could feel two brushes working on him, one painting his buttocks, and the other working delicately inside his crack, covering every square millimetre. Then the brush working on his crack delicately moved down to his perineum, and gently painted the parts of his scrotum that had been shaved. Richard's prick started to enlarge. Lucky, he thought, that it was hidden from the acolytes.
When they had finished their work, two mirrors were produced, and Richard was given a view of his newly decorated posterior. His buttocks were a pale blue, and the inside of his crack a bright yellow-orange. His scrotum was grass green.
"May the sun forever shine out of the Sinner's arse!" intoned the Lord. "Yeah, the sinner's arse is verily blinding us with its brilliance!" chanted the assembled acolytes..
The white modesty strip was produced, slid under Richard, and re-attached to his robe at the waist. Richard was released from the stocks.
"What say ye to your new colours?" intoned the Lord. "Truly, Lord, they are beautiful!" replied Richard. "They are indeed!" agreed the Lord. "Stalwarts! Prepare the Sinner for Vesuvius!" "He shall be so prepared!" chanted the Stalwarts. Richard was now decidedly alarmed. Not the front, too?
Now a blindfold mask was put on Richard, and he was laid down on the stage, with his feet towards the audience. The upper bar of the stocks was lowered to the ground, and his ankles were placed through what had been the hand holes, forcing his legs wide apart. The handle was cranked again, and he could feel his feet being raised a couple of feet. Luckily the modesty strip covered him, but how long that would last, he didn't dare guess.
The original ankle bar was now brought around behind his head, and arms oustretched and his wrists clamped in it. He lay spreadeagled and helpless.
"The Initiate is ready to be prepared for Vesuvius, Oh Lord!" cried the Stalwarts. "Prepare him then!!" intoned the Lord.
One of the Maidens removed Richard's modesty strip again, whilst the other Maiden produced an electric shaver, and proceeded to shave down the bushy mound of hair above his genitalia. As she did this, his already enlarged penis became fully erect and rigid, such that the second Maiden had to hold it out of the way of the shaver.
Satisfied with their work, the Maidens nodded to the Stalwarts.
The two Stalwarts now took over, rubbing shaving foam over the area of pubic just reduced in length.. One hand took his erect penis to safeguard it from mishap, whilst the other shaved every last vestige of hair from Richard's genitals. Soon he knew he had no hair left, as the wet flannel washed away the foam, and he was patted dry.
A mirror was held up for Richard to see the damage.
"Sinner, what say you of your new hairstyle?" intoned the Lord, in a mocking voice. "Having no proud mound of hair humiliates me as I deserve, and at the same time shows the world I have nothing to hide!" read Richard from a prompt sheet that had been held before him.
"Let the initiate rest and recover, for his next ordeal!" intoned the Lord. Richard's modesty strip was restored, and he was released and ushered to a sofa that had been placed on the stage. He put his feet up, and was brought a glass of water. As he drank, using the modesty strip, he surreptitiously patted dry the drips oozing from the end of his penis.
"Let the initiate arise, that Vesuvius may be created!" intoned the Lord, after Richard had rested. "Stalwarts and Maidens, prepare yourself for this sacred task!"
The two Stalwarts ritually removed their jock straps, whilst the Maidens removed their flimsy bras and g-strings, all four of them now standing naked on the stage.
"Maidens! Bare the Initiate to the second degree!" The naked maidens first removed the modesty strip, and then ripped the robe apart at the shoulders. He was grateful that his erection had subsided, once again facing the acolytes naked. The Stalwarts then secured him in the same position in the stocks as before, and he was blindfolded.
"Stalwarts and Maidens! Create the image of Vesuvius on the initiate!" intoned the Lord. "Oh Lord, his member must be enlarged for the paint to be applied, lest later there are gaps in the artwork!" they replied. "Yet it now lays flaccid on his testicles!" responded a Maiden. "Stalwarts! Enlarge the member so that it ready!" commanded the Lord. Richard groaned inwardly! Things were bad enough, but at least the Maidens could have been chosen for this task!
Four male hands now caressed Richards balls and prick, until, after a couple of minutes it was rigid. Then he sensed that three people were painting him. He felt a bare bottom sitting on his torso, with legs astride him, and two more bare bottoms, one across each thigh. Were they Stalwarts or Maidens, he wondered. He felt brush strokes on his lower abdomen, and more brush strokes colouring in his balls. A hand was holding his prick out of the way of the first painter, and its other half running a wet brush up and down his prick, finishing by colouring in his fireman's helmet. Whilst all this was going on, he sensed that there were balls and pricks resting on his thighs, while the bum across his torso appeared to have no appendages.
Soon they were finished. "Let the Initiate see the volcano!" intoned the Lord. Still restrained, Richard's blindfold was removed once again, and a mirror presented. To his horror, Richard viewed his genital area. His abdomen and the insides of his thighs were painted sky blue, whilst his green scrotum was surmounted by the brown painted shaft of his prick, which was crowned by a bright orange head. Delicate crimson flames had been painted over the orange, licking upwards towards the slit.
"How do you like Vesuvius, the art of the Lord?" demanded he on high. Richard read from his prompt sheet. "Tis a classic work of art to treasure and gaze upon. 'T'would be a sin to hide the volcano from view. May your acolytes gaze at their leisure on this true work of art that covers that part of me that I hold so private!"
"So shall it be!" agreed the Lord. "Release the Initiate! He shall be awarded the Junior robe and punishment robe after the party of celebration, during which the acolytes may gaze upon his body.
"The party's in the graffiti room," explained one of the Stalwarts, as he released Richard. "Fine! My robe, please?" said Richard, holding out a hand. "What, and disobey the Lord?" asked a Hand. "You requested that your body should not be hid from view, so that the acolytes may gaze upon it."
Richard decided enough was enough. He would skip the party and return home.
His erection subsided at the thought, and he headed for the dressing room, where his own clothes were. He rattled the handle. Locked! He had no alternative. Naked, he walked down the corridor to join his soon to be fellow members. Entering the room, he found about twenty people, Senior Hands and Maidens, plus Stalwarts, tucking into a buffet and glasses of wine.
He walked over to the buffet, and surreptitiously lifted the robe of one of the Maidens, just to check. She wheeled round to face him. "Just initiated and looking for more punishment?" she demanded. "I'm s-s-sorry," he stuttered, having noticed the robe was indeed covering a bare behind. "I don't know what came over me!" "Ooh! You cheeky thing!" grinned the Maiden, passing her hand down between his legs, and gently squeezing his bare, hairless balls.
He went over to the table, and helped himself to the buffet. Many of the gathered acolytes came and spoke to him, and demanded to be allowed to inspect him.
He got a glass of wine, and one of the juniors joined him. "Well done! Well taken!" he said. "I'm Charles, by the way. Let's have a closer look!"
He bent down and examined Richard's genitals closely. "Must say they did an excellent job on you! Just that one bit wrong there," he added, taking hold of Richard's prick with one hand, and stroking its head with the other. "Only joking!" he said, leaving go. "Feel free!" replied Richard. "I'm here for everyone's entertainment, after all!" "Thanks!" replied Charles, and stroked Richard's prick for a little longer, until his old hard on just started to return. "Oops! Mustn't overdo it! Might spoil the party piece!" "What's that?" asked Richard, bewildered. "Vesuvius, of course!" explained Charles. "That's what your initiation theme was all about." "Well, yes," thought Richard, "I suppose if my Vesuvius is the party piece, everyone must get a chance to inspect it, not just Charles."
"Must circulate!" smiled Richard, sliding his hand through the open side of Charles' gown, and patting his bare bum, as he moved on.
He had just started to circulate, when the Lord called everyone to attention. "To the stage, acolytes! It's time for the Initiate's Party Piece!" "Hmm, there is more to this than Charles let on!" thought Richard, following the crowd up on to the stage. They formed a circle around the Lord himself, and the stocks.
"Approach the Lord, Mighty Vesuvius!" intoned the Lord. Richard forced his way through the circle, his bare body brushing against the bare sides of the assembled acolytes. "Vesuvius, omnipotent Volcano!" intoned the Lord. "Take up your position on the foothills."
Two Stalwarts gestured for Richard to lie down. Richard was shackled in the stocks again, face up, and flat on the floor. He lay in the centre of the circle, spreadeagled.
"Which of my brethren wishes to raise the wrath of the mighty Vesuvius?" intoned the Lord. Four Maidens, and five Hands stood forward. "Vesuvius! Select those who shall arouse your wrath. You may choose only three - two maidens and a stalwart!"
The volunteers stood in line, and the Lord went to the end of the row. He first passed down the row of Maidens, in turn ripping open all their Velcro fastenings, letting their robes fall to the floor.
"Shall it be she?" boomed the Lord, as he passed each Maiden in turn. The trouble was, Richard had no idea what he was selecting them for. When all the Maidens were standing naked save for either a flimsy bra or a g-string, but not both, he chose the two sexiest looking.
"Now for the males!" intoned the Lord, and walked along the row, unfastening their shoulder straps so that their gowns, too, fell to the floor. He unfastened their jock straps, too, dropping them to the floor. Richard chose the one with the firmest body and nicest package.
"So be it, chosen acolytes. Commence arousing the wrath of the mighty Vesuvius.
The two naked females knelt astride each of the lower parts of Richard's legs, and started running their hands up and down the insides of his thighs, from knee to scrotum, ever so gently. Richard moaned. The naked stalwart straddled Richard's chest, and started ever so lightly massaging his lower abdomen, occasionally running his hands down the sides of Richard's balls.
The Maidens were thoroughly circumspect, their fingers never straying on to forbidden territory. Likewise the male applying the abdominal massage, his finger tips only occasionally accidentally brushing against the base of Richard's prick, the boundary between sky blue and the brown lava. Nevertheless, Richard was beginning to become aroused, his penis swelling restlessly.
"Acolytes!" intoned the Lord. "Complete the arousal of the wrath of the mighty Vesuvius!" The thigh Maidens now started straying from the decent, moving delicately across his balls. He realised, as the fingers of the Maidens continued to ripple up the shaft of his prick, he had a full hard on. The Stalwart held it upright so that it was 90 degrees to his body.
"The wrath of Vesuvius is aroused!" intoned the Lord. "Vesuvius is truly wrathful and aroused!" chanted the acolytes. "Let all cast their gaze on the marvel of Vesuvius. Blink not lest you miss this amazing sight."
A mirror was brought over and held so that Richard could see his upright volcano. The Lord continued: "Acolytes - let Vesuvius erupt!"
"No! No!" screamed Richard, suddenly realising what it was all about. He started pulling against his shackles to no avail, as the full realisation hit him. But he was powerless to stop them.
"The Lord decrees that Vesuvius must erupt. The acolytes must witness at close quarters the spasms of the mighty Vesuvius, as lava pours from its interior, that they may be certain the Sinner is truly initiated. The acolytes shall witness the flow of lava from the mighty Vesuvius. The Lord's will shall be done, for the Lord is omnipotent! The Lord shall be obeyed. What say you, Initiate?"
"Pray spare me, Oh Lord!" cried Richard. "The initiation will not be complete without the eruption. The eruption will soon commence. The initiate shall then be declared a Junior member of the Guild." The Lords voice raised in pitch and in volume. "Stalwarts and Maidens! Invoke the eruption!"
Richard's cock was grasped by the Stalwart straddling him, who slowly and rhythmically worked it up and down, whilst the gentle hands of the Maidens caressed his perineum and scrotum. The rigidity of Richard's penis relentlessly increased, and flames depicted upon its head glistened and shone as if they were truly alight.
Suddenly it was all too much for Richard to control "I'm coming!" he yelled. "Stand back for the eruption," commanded the Lord, and all moved away, save for the Stalwart straddling Richard, in whose hand Richard's prick was firmly held. "Point the crater to the heavens!" boomed the Lord. The remaining Stalwart bent Richard's prick up into a vertical position, at right angles to his body, and held it firmly, working it up and down all the while the hot stream of liquid burst upwards in a succession of spasms.
"See the lava spurt from the Mighty Vesuvius!" intoned the Lord "We see the mighty lava flow!" chanted the acolytes, as Richard continued to convulse.
Eventually the spasms stopped, and a mere trickle of lava emanated from the crater, oozing down the side of his cock. "Rejoice in the mighty eruption!" intoned the Lord. "We do rejoice!"
The Stalwart released Richard's prick, and the Maidens cleaned the lava from the base of the volcano. Richard was released. As he made his way to the dressing room, numerous acolytes shook his hand. "Well done! A magnificent spectacle! Welcome to the Guild!" he was congratulated on all sides.
He found the dressing room door unlocked, and dived under a hot shower, relieved to find all the paint came off easily. He dried, and went over to his clothes. On top, were his two new robes, Junior and Punishment. Under them he found a pair of brand new white cotton briefs, with a note appended:
'In case you're running out!' And resting directly under these, on top of his pile of clothes, was a soft black leather bound looseleaf booklet, rather like a filofax. Embossed in gold on the cover were the words: 'The Laws of the Guild of Mystical Sinners for Juniors.' He flicked open the cover, and inside was a loose note: 'Be sure to read the section on Meeting Rules before the next meeting, scheduled for Wednesday evening at 7.00 pm.'
He smiled, dressed, took up his robes and booklet, and departed.
Next: The Laws of the Mystic Sinner's Guild