DOVE OF HARMONY
Part Twelve
By Arthur
Authors Note:
As it is with all things, this will be the last chapter of the book and also the series and as much as I would wish to continue with the story I feel it has come to its conclusion with this chapter.
To all the hundreds of readers that have emailed me about Eric and James my heart felt thanks as it was your feedback that kept me going when it became difficult to continue.
As other writers know it is very difficult to write a long series and as this story was designed only for five chapters I think it has done its job to inform and entertain.
I do however have in the back of my mind a new story along similar lines but it is not fully formed in my head as yet but when it comes to fruition then I shall post it for all my followers.
CONCLAVE U.S.A.:
Of all the emails I have recieved about this story there is one predominant theme to a high percentage of them and that is the desire to have a Conclave of The Society of Mythra formed in the U.S.A. and Canada for the purposes of continuing the life style over there.
To this end and with my impending travel to the U.S.A. next year with either one or both of my boys and for the purpose of looking at the possibilities of establishing a Conclave there for those who would like to follow our ways, I am in the process of setting up a paypal system for those who would like to donate toward the Societies formation.
As yet I am unaware of the requirements that would be needed to accomplish this and would appreciate any information toward that end, the Conclave would require the services of five Prime Masters to form the Committee of laws and for the overseeing on the laws of the Society.
With honour I thank you all for your readership and following and hope that I can fulfill the requests of the many Masters and slaves that have shown a desire to join our ways.
MAY THE DOVE OF MYTHRA PRESERVE YOUR HOUSE AND ALL WHO RESIDE THEREIN.
Arthur, Prime Master, Society of Mythra
(est. Aust 1953)
When we returned to Kristos's house he told me to see him in the lounge while Eric went to rest up for this evenings Conclave.
"What can I do for you Master Kristos?"
"James, I've talked to some of the other Primes and they agree that as you are a Founder in your own right we would like you to do the formal entrance as a Founder and not just as a guest, do you agree with that?"
"You honour me greatly, how can I refuse, it will be as you ask, do you wish for my boy to be with me?"
"Of course James, he is a part of you, he must accompany you."
"Again you honour me Master Kristos."
"Not at all James, you have earnt you place."
"Then it will be an honour."
"One more thing James?"
"Of course."
"Your boy is a Child of Mythra, has he done the fifth yet?"
"Not yet Kristos."
"Is he ready?"
"Yes, I was going to take him up when we returned home."
"Could he do it tonight at the Conclave?"
"You would offer him that honour Kristos?"
"For him and for you James, as well as he is only one of two surviving Child's now, the other you would remember from your days with me, he is now over sixty so Eric would be like a breath of fresh air for the assembled."
"Who is Master of the Rod now Kristos?"
"For his kisses you mean?"
"Yes."
"That pleasure I have reserved for myself, the others agree to let an old man have his last days in the lime light."
"Then may I honour you with his presence after the entrance and that I most humbly request you take him through the fifth."
"Now you honour me James, that would indeed set an old man with great memories in his last years. Thank you I can do nothing else but accept with honour."
"Good, I'll tell Eric he has some work to do tonight but not what it is."
"Ahh you and your little games my boy, I see you have not stopped playing them."
"Keeps him on his toes."
"I'm sure he doesn't need to James."
"Well no not really, but as you say I have to have my games."
Kristos laughed and we parted to get ready for the journey to the Conclave.
After Eric and I had rested I got out his red leathers and began to dress him. As I was fastening his harness there came a soft knock at the door. on opening the door I saw Kristos boy standing there with a black cape and a small box in his hands.
"Yes boy?"
The boy dropped to the third position and then rising to the second lifted his hands toward me in offering.
"Speak boy."
"Founding Prime Master, my Master offers these to the Child of Mythra with his blessing."
"Thank you boy, you may leave."
I closed the door and went over to Eric as he stood there waiting.
"Well my little dove, Master Kristos has done you a great honour, this cape is the one that was last worn by the last Child of Mythra and that was over 40 years ago. The clasp is so old no one knows its origin and has never been worn here. Master Kristos wants you to have it and wear it at all opotunities, it's a very special honour for you my little love."
The beaming smile of gratitude was beautiful to see as my boy blushed slightly. I finished readying his leathers and then laid the silken cape around his shoulders and fixed the heavy silver clasp to the front. It was a very heavy and solid piece of silver and while it was beautifully made it did not have the slick finish of modern day silverware.
The artisan had been from some age gone by but the craftmanship was obviously evident in the fitting of the pin at the back and the minute detail of the flying dove engraved on its front. the whole clasp weighed about eight ounces as far as I could estimate and was a stark flash of brightness on the black cape.
Eric would not have the hood up as he had been presented long ago but the hiding of his slim body would be a luxury for those present when I revealed him. I dug through my case and removed my dark suit and the rest of my regalia and began to dress.
"Now Eric something has come up so tonight you will have a little work to do, I'm going to give you over to Master Kristos for the evening as an honour to him so you will obey him in everything as you would me, clear?"
"Master, as if the words were from your lips, I will obey Prime Master Kristos."
"Good boy, I knew you would."
"Now as you've not seen an installing let me tell you what you must do."
"First we have to do the entrance like we did at you acceptance, at a later stage in the proceedings you will have to leave the hall for the Primes strokes, only the helot is allowed to stay. Remember you will be Master Kristos boy for tonight so you will attend him at all times."
"Now after the installing there is some other work to be done, you will again obey all of Master Kristos instructions as I know you will, now thats all my boy, make me proud of you tonight and bring honour to Master kristos and myself and above all to yourself."
"Yes Master."
"Now is there anything you want before we go down?"
"Yes Master."
"Ok little one ask and I will give it to you."
"Kiss me please James."
I smiled down at my dove and then lifted him the little bit to bring him level with my lips and as he opened his mouth I entered it with my tongue and felt again his youthful exuberence in taste and desire. This my little dove, this love of my life, was now and forever the most important person in my life.
As we decended the stairs with Eric on my left as usual, I saw Kristos standing waiting for us in the foyer. His boy was at the third on his left now dressed in his restraints. Kristos dark suit with the white sash and gloves as well as his white wrist cuff seemed to have dropped about twenty years as he looked reinvigorated by his formal dress and along with my red accesories we must have looked quite impressive. Eric of course was covered with the cape but he would have added the bright splash of colour that would have us looking like a carnival. Eric sank to the second position before Master Kristos to pay his respects then looked up at me.
"Speak boy."
"Prime Master Kristos, I offer my sincere gratitude for the high honour you have paid my Master in allowing me to dress as I am."
"It is nothing my boy, you are the Child of Mythra and deserve nothing less."
The boys held their positions until Kristos decided it was time to leave for the conclave.
"Well James lets get these boys to their party."
It was obvious that it was Kristos that wanted to get to the Conclave as he gave out a small chuckle. We left the house and climbed into his car and the driver pulled out smoothly into the darkened streets of Melbourne.
The drive down Nepean highway and into Saint Kilda was leasurely and the evening traffic was not to heavy so our timing was perfect as we arrived at the venue for the Conclave just as the last of the cars were unloading there occupants, of which most were Masters, some accompanied and some just as a group without boys.
"How many are you expecting Kristos?"
"Not sure James, I think about three hundred, a lot are from out of state, our own Conclave is shrinking nowdays, to many young kids going into the scene for sex and excitment. The internet has a lot to answer for, many of them don't understand the traditions and like them even less. To most of them it's just an exciting game to play and the number of them being badly injured is on the increase. To many playing power games and not considering the boys side of the act."
I had a distinct feeling that this was a real concern to my ageing past Master. Kristos had always been a tradtitionalist and it had been impressed on me right from the start of my submission to him in the old days. His favorite saying had been.
'No traditon equals No law, No law equals utter chaos.'
Many times he had impressed this on me, sometimes with a whip in his hands when I had pushed him to far with my own subtle form of rebellion. I had a feeling that even though he was well into his eighties that Eric was going to enjoy Kristos use of the cat for his strokes at the fifth.
We were taken into a side room while the hall was being organised for the other Masters and their boys. All the Primes were there except for the junior of them who was to call the Conclave to order for our entrance. The other Primes would go first and then as happened in our own Conclave Eric and I would be announced later so as to take the walk to the front dias and be presented. This was all for appearance sake of course but it was a part of our traditons at these formal occassions.
At last the hall became silent and the voice of the junior Prime rang out loud and clear in the stillness.
"Masters, we are gathered here tonight to install our Master of the Chair, we are also fortunate in having with us tonight a Founder from New Zealand who has kindly accepted an invitation to join us. All proceedures will be followed in honouring the Founder. Now Masters, Slaves, present yourselves for the Primes of the Conclave of Melbourne."
At these words the Primes in the room with us formed up and strode out into the hall, all except one had a boy with them. The residing Master of the Chair led the way with the eldest Prime (Kristos) behind him. The gathered Masters took their positions and with a loud thmping of gloved fists on the tables welcomed the Primes into the hall.
Once all were assembled on the dais the present Master of the Chair rose to adress the crowd.
"Masters, tonight we have with us Founding Prime Master James of the New Zealand Conclave, I will ask his past Master to announce him and also ask that you give him your best honours so that he nay see we have not forgotten our ways. Prime Master kristos if you please."
As Kristos strode to the front of the dais with a renewed vigor in his step, the hall became silent oncve again. I looked down at Eric as he stood beside me.
"Lets give them a good show my little dove."
Eric smiled up at me and with a small pouting of his soft lips blew a kiss to me, not quite the done thing in these circumstances but it was his way and I let him have some freedom of choice now that he had been with me for this long as I knew he would always do his duty when called on.
Kristos voice rang out around the hall, making him sound twenty years younger.
"Masters, Slaves, I ask you to take your positions to honour our visitor Founding Prime Master James accompanied by the Child of Mythra."
At the sound of Eric's title there came a hubub of noise in the hall as the Masters and Slaves took their positions and as silence fell I led Eric out the doorway and into the hall. The walk was the same as in our own Conclave but this time Eric held himself even straighter and was in perfect syncronisation with my own steps.
Once at the front of the hall and standing beneath the dais Eric sank to the second in repsect for the Primes as I began. Around the hall there was quiet murmering that could be barely heard about the entrance of Eric and his correctness of position, As I began to speak the murmering silenced.
I looked up at the Primes all standing at full Present and had a funny feeling seeing my past Master Kristos standing there giving me honour, then with a small smile and a wink at me he gave a very slight nod of his head.
"Prime Masters of the Conclave of Melbourne, I bring you honour from the Conclave of New Zealand and thank you for your generosity in allowing me to be here this evening. If I may, with your indulgence present my slave Eric, double ringed Child of Mythra."
With these words Eric, as I had instructed him earlier, rose to his feet and stood at Present, I reached over an unclasped the sliver pin from his cape and removed the cape with a smooth flourish that only silk has, and laid it over my arm as Eric returned to the second.
The voices became a little louder in appreciation of Erics youth and form as he slid smoothly back to his position beside me. The Master of the Chair took the front of the stage.
"Founding Prime Master James, you honour us greatly with your presence and that of the Child of Mythra, Founder you are welcome, please join us."
"Master of the Chair, I thank you for your honour and would have a boon to ask the assembled?"
"Ask and it will be done Founder."
"I would wish to offer the Child of Mythra to my past Master for his honour and that the boy may serve him this evening."
"Founder, that is indeed an honour for our Prime Master Kristos and is accepted but it will leave you unaccompanied."
Kristos rose to his feet.
"Master of the Chair, I can but offer my slave to tend Founder James if that is acceptable?"
"Founder James is that acceptable to you?"
"It is Master of the Chair."
"Then your boon is granted Founder."
I nodded to Eric and he rose with that beautiful smoothness of golden sinew and writhing muscle and went up on the stage to stand at the left of Kristos. As I made my way to the chair set aside for me at the head of the table Kristos boy came and knelt beside me.
"Masters, you may relax, there has been an alteration to tonights proceedings which will become evident after the instalation."
The hall became less formal again as the Masters and Slaves took their places and settled down until the installation began. It took about twenty minutes for eveyone to settle down after our entrance and as soon as it was quieter the junior Prime took his place at the dais.
"Masters, I ask you to attend, we are all gathered here for the installation of our new Master of the Chair. The vote was taken in a secret ballot and the result was unanimous. Prime Master Kristos I ask you if you accept the position of Prime Master of the Chair in recognition of your 30 years of service to this Conclave?"
By the look on Kristos face it was obvious that he had been kept in the dark about the selection. Kristos rose to his feet as the stunned look left his face and was replaced by one of strength and determination.
The resounding crash of gloved fists told everyone that this was a popular choice. The formalities began and as the installation proceeded I could see Eric kneeling at second totally imobile but at the same time taking in everything that was said in the ceremony.
When the ceremony was nearly complete the installing Master asked the final questions.
"Prime Master Kristos do you accept the strokes of a Master of the Chair?"
"Installing Master I so accept."
"Prime Master Kristos, who stands as Helot for your strokes?"
"I have no Helot Installing Master."
"Assembled, is there one among you who would offer a Helot for the Prime Masters strokes?"
I looked over at Eric and saw the hint of a smile on his lips, with my small nod of agreement he lowered himself to the third position. The Installing Master looked over to him as he remained solid at the third.
"Prime Master, your boy, the Child of Mythra wishes to speak is it your wish he does so?"
Kristos turned to where Eric knelt.
"Speak boy."
Eric rose to the second position, his arms wide and his head back proudly, his slim back arched and his thighs straight.
"Master, I humbly offer my back as Helot for your strokes, should it be your wish."
A look of appreciation and softness mixed with admiration passed fleetingly over Kristos face as he smiled in Eric's direction.
"It is my wish boy, go to Founder James and be prepared."
Eric came over and stood before me while I unlocked his leathers until he was naked before the room.
"Prime Master place your slave to the center of the hall, Masters please remove your slaves and have them await your call."
There was a murmering and shuffling of chairs as the Masters sent their slaves out of the hall to wait in the foyer until the strokes were done and then the Masters settled back into their chairs to wait for the final act of acceptance.
Kristos had Eric in all his naked beauty, follow him down to the main floor area and when he was in the center of the hall he told him to go to Helot. Eric sank in his usual graceful manner to the final position and with that delctable butt high in the air waited unmoving as the Master of the Rod took up the eight clawed cat and approached him.
The Master of the Rod was a youngish man about 30 years old but he had a look of confidence about him so I had no fears for Eric. The four almost invisible white stripes across Erics back from his first presentation were a reminder to me as to Erics ability to take the ten that were coming to him.
Kristos turned to the dais and addressed the installing Master.
"Installing Master, I would ask a boon?"
"Prime Master you may ask a boon."
"Installing Master, while it is tradition to have a slave at Helot for the strokes I would ask that as the Helot is a Child of Mythra that he be given permission to stand to Present as befits his standing."
"A wise boon Prime Master, if there is dissent then let him stand."
With a quick glance around the hall it was obvious there would be no dissent. Kristos gave Eric the order.
"Helot, Present and stand your ground."
Eric flowed like water as he stood to Present, back arched, elbowss out straight from his head, feet planted frimly on the wooden floor beneath him. Eric looked straight ahead and I could see him goin to harmony, Kristos also noticed it and lifted an eyebrow in my direction to which I just gave him a small smile.
The master of the Rod had been in the process of lining up for the strokes when he to caught the soft humming from Erics golden chest. The strokes to a Prime Master were full and not held back in anyway and even though it was not always allowed to use a Helot for them Kristos age had a decisive factor in allowing it.
The cat whistled through the air and the silence in the hall was broken by the loud crack as the tails made contact with Erics skin. The bright red welts sprang into being as though some fomr of light had been switched on under his skin. Eric stood there unmoved, as solid as an old Kauri tree in the bush. Not a flicker of movement came from him from the force of the blow.
The second was on its way, the same result as the first, a loud crack and the welts showed fractionally below the first ones, again no movement from my little Dove just the faint humming from his taut chest. The hall was so quiet as the other Masters sat there taking in the sight of Eric standing unmoved by the full force strokes.
The strokes continued until the last one crashed down on Erics back leaving a criss cross pattern over his golden skin. The Master of the Rod had proved to be an expert at his job as although he had marked Eric with strong bright red welts he had avoided breaking the skin, no mean feat on a boy as small as Eric.
At the last stroke Kristos went to Eric and told him to relax as it was over. Eric stood there unmoving except for his shaft which seemed to have a life of its own and rose slowly to full erectness. Kristos again gave him the order to relax, again Eric stood there in his harmony waiting, unmoving, his back welted with the red stripes.
Suddenly Kristos understood and looked over to me in askance.
I rose and with a nod to the Primes went down to where Eric stood.
I placed myself in front of him and could see the galzed eyes and hear the distinctive humming from his chest. I gave him his release words.
"Boy the Dove Preserves you, cum now."
Eric with a deep muscle shuddering sigh shot his youthful cum out onto the floor in four long jets as his eyes cleared and he smiled up at me as the hall went wild with thumping fists, the Primes joining in.
Erics pleading eyes asked me to take him in my arms but I shook my head and indicated he was Kristos boy for tonight and could go to him. Turning Eric looked up at Kristos who with a most tender of looks opened his arms to him. Eric leanded into Kristos arms and gave a final small shudder as Kristos ran his aged hands over Erics hot skin.
When Eric had settled down kristos had him come over to me to be relocked into his restraints as the other Slaves made there way back into the hall and took their places beside their Masters.
The evening settled down into a comfortable tempo as the assembly relaxed after watching my little dove show why he was the Child of Mythra. The overiding chatter was on his performance as Helot for Kristosd who now sat in the Chair and oversaw the evening with Eric proudly kneeling beside him.
At a signal from Kristos the junior Prime took his place once again at the dais.
"Masters, I ask for your attention, we have one more ceremony this evening before we settle down to enjoying ourselves. I ask all Master with Slaves who have not as yet risen to the level of the fifth Mythra to ask their Slaves to leave the hall."
There was a shuffling and murmering as a number of Slaves got to their feet and left the hall. From a side door the Master of the Rod pushed a stand with a covered painting on it into the center of the room and then went back to his place at his table.
Kristos moved to the front of the stage leaving Eric beside his chair.
"Masters we are fortunate tonight to have a slave amongst us that is ready to be raised to the fifth of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve' and it has been arranged for his raising to be held here with the permission and acceptance of Founding Prime Master James. Child Of Mythra Present yourself before the fifth of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve'"
It was almost the first time I had seen a look surprise on Eric's face as he realised he was gonign to be raised here instead of back home. Eric rose in his usual manner with smoothness and correctness and went to stand down before the covered painting. Kristos came over to me and without a word needed I handed him Erics key.
Kristos went down onto the main floor to stand behind Eric and began to release his restraints and placing them neatly on the small table that had been put close by. When Eric was once again naked for all to see Kristos began.
Kristos lifted the covering and revealed the fifth painting. The background was mid blue with a center of dark crimson which flared out into a softer and more pale light red. In the center was painted a white marble pedastal with the white dove standing on it with wings outspread and in full harness. The doves eyes showed through as bright and understanding buttons of penetrating black. The tips of its wings were like small rosey flames and seemed to glow with a life of their own. The fifth Mythra was called Knowledge.
"Child of Mythra, study well the significence of this the Fifth of the Seven Mythra, ' May They Preserve' and encompass all the knowledge of our ways."
Eric stood motionless as Kristos stepped around him until he faced him.
"Child of Mythra I give you permission to speak freely to answer my questions, are you true to the ways of the Mythra?"
"Yes Master."
"How have you become true?"
"By the teachings of my Master and by the assistance of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve' Master."
"Child of Mythra who was Lykourgas?"
"The bringer of truth to our ways Master."
"Who was the lion of Thermopylae?"
"Leonidas, Master."
"Why?"
"He stood to the last man in the defense of our ways Master."
"why is the battle of Argos remembered?"
"It was the battle of the six hundred Master."
"When did it take place?"
"In 547bc Master."
"What was the outcome?"
"The battle was claimed by both the Argives and the Lacedaemonians who we now know as the Spartans, Master"
"Why should the battle be remebered by us?"
"It was the last stand of Othrydes who was the last to stand after the battle and thinking he had been defeated after the two remaining Argives left the feild and being badly wounded, dismembered all the enemy and then took his own life to honour Mythros his god, Master."
"What is the black cloak?"
"A symbol of first birth Master."
"When is it used?"
"At the first night of the birth of a son, Master."
"To what end?"
"To test his right to life Master."
"Child of Mythra, you have well learnt the knowledge of the Fifth Mythra and our history, what do you offer as final proof of your dedication to our ways?"
"Master I offer my body for the ten kisses of the eight clawed cat to prove my worth."
"By who's hand will you accept your kisses?"
"By your hand Master."
I had not told Eric about who he had to select but as usal he had worked it out for himself and had without my help offered Kristos a final honour. My boy was truly one of a kind, his body was resilient and his mind was always alert to the needs of others and the offering of honour to everyone around him.
The Master of the Rod came over carrying the eight ounce cat and offered it to Kristos, Eric was still in his position of Present. The strength of the strokes was entirely up to Kristos as he had the haft no one could interfere. Kristos took his stance to the side of Eric and it was then I saw what he was going to do.
With Kristos years of experience he could see that Erics back would open up with another ten strokes so he opted to do it on Erics front, although the skin was a l ittle thinner over his chest I knew that Kristos was a real Master of the cat and would not mark Eric permanently.
"Do you stand to the cross, boy?"
"Master I stand free to honour you."
Eric held his position as Kristos raised his arm, the cat came down with enough force to immediately raise welts across his upper chest and over his nipples, Eric remained steady and with nothing more than a small squint of his eyes. I knew that was his way of letting me know he was not going top use harmony bu take the strokes while fully aware.
Kristos struck again and I noticed he was not using the full power and technique he was capable of but the welts still showed up strong on Erics chest. His nipples recieved another dose as the two or three top falls laid over them. The cat continued to do its work in the expert hands of the old Master until it was time for the last one. Erics chest and stomach showed up the first nine welts clearly and the only place left unmarked was across his pubic region where his slim 5" rod now stood hard and strong waiting for the last cut.
Kristos took a second to look over to me and raise his eyebrow in askance. I nodded my head in agreement of the unspoken request.
"Child of Mythra as a mark of honour to your dedication to our ways you have permission to cum on the last stroke of your kisses."
Kristos leaned back and unleashed a stroke that was obviously the hardest yet and close to his full ability to give. The falls laid across Erics upright shaft and at the first touch he began to shoot out his hot white sperm onto the floor. The only indication of the strength of the stroke on Erics face was a tightening around his eyes as the lashes showed quickly on his groin where his skin was lighter and his shaft also showed four bright red stripes as it throbbed with his ejection.
With a lot more control than i could have shown Kristos reached out with the cat toward the Master of the Rod to indicate he had finished and then with a tenderness I didn't know he had he wrapped Eric in his arms and kissed him gently on the forhead before turning to a stunned room.
"Masters, I give you the true Child of Mythra for your approval."
The hall erupted into chaos as all those present showed their appreciation for my little dove with pounding fists and cheers. Kristos turned Eric around for everyone to see he had taken both back and front the full force of the eight clawed cat and that he was to be honoured by all present.
If nothing else happened in our lives then this would always be remebered by me as the Erics finest performance and the honour he had brought both Kristos and myself was immeasureable. As a final gesture Eric turned toward me and went to the third position, his back showing clearly his dedication.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind as I watched my little dove at Penitence, this is why I loved him, his honesty and endevour to give honour to all was what made him special. Im sure this night would be talked about for a long time after I was gone.
I saw a slight misting in Kristos eye as he looked up to me and smiled with genuine affection, it was the first time I had ever seen him give any indication of softness. His inaudable mouthing of the words 'Thank you' imprinted onto my mind and would last till my last days.
That night was the most memoriable of many good times and now as I sit here trying to remeber all the feelings that had run their course over the last ten years and with my little dove craddled in my lap, yes he still liked to be held and cuddled like the small boy he used to be when he first came to me so long ago. I rubbed his back gently and wondered what would become of him when I was gone. That possibility had come a little closer when I had had two small strokes a few years ago and my present age wasn't helping. Eric was the only person that knew how serious it had been but he nevr left my side and I must admit even with me being a little testy at times he never gave up on his willingness to pamper me at every opotunity.
I wondered often what would become of him when my time came but when I mentioned it he would give his teen like smile and reply.
"We are one my Master."
Over the last few years he had become a very valuable asset to other Subs that found themselves in difficulty and was always ready to help. He wouldn't hear of going anywhere without being dressed in his best leathers and showed everyone that he was proud to be who he was.
This is the Sub I loved.
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