The Novice

This is the fourth part of The Novice story. The copyright statement at the end still applies.

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THE NOVICE - Part Four

The shrill ringing of the alarm clock jolted Paul back into reality.

For a moment he struggled to remember where he was. The dream he had been having was still fresh before his eyes, but was fading quickly as he continued to awake and he realised he was not in reality sucking Jesus' cock in the Garden of Gethsamane, being watched by a jealous Judas Iscariot. It had been a strange dream and he was not aware of how he had got into it, it had simply been there, seemingly so real, perhaps inspired by everything that had happened that day and by his new surroundings. He focused on the dial on he clock - it showed that it was the hour of ten and as it was fairly dark, apart from the glow of the light shining in the toilet and shower area, Paul concluded that it was p.m. rather than a.m. It was obvious as he would otherwise have been woken up for the rite of Holy Welcome and given the efficiency with everything appeared to be run here, it was highly unlikely he had been forgotten about.

Paul wished there was some coffee left in the pot, but he remembered that he had drunk it all, and even if there were any left, it would be cold. Not that he was a stranger to drinking cold coffee by any means. Lifting the pot, however, his first fear was confirmed - it was decidedly empty and he remembered that he had previously had to drink some water before he had fallen asleep. To compensate, Paul lit a cigarette and allowed the stimulation of the nicotine to help return him to full reality.

"Time I started getting ready", Paul thought to himself. Whilst he finished the cigarette he read through the preparation instructions once again. After a few more puffs he stubbed the unfinished cigarette into the ashtray.

Paul did not feel any need to defecate but his bladder told him he needed to pee. Without ceremony he threw off all his clothing, barely noticing the precum stains on the inside of the jock and walked into the shower and toilet area. He urinated into the bowl and flushed the lever; there was the familiar whooshing noise as the toilet flushed. "My last pee as a "civilian" ", he mused to himself.

He set the shower to on and held his fingers in the stream until it felt warm enough to enter. He decided against the douche, after all, Aidan had soaped his asshole earlier and he felt that to be sufficient. He did, however, follow the rest of the instructions to the letter, soaping his cock and his balls and putting a soapy finger into his own asshole for good measure - it felt good and he took it in and out a few times, anticipating what was to follow. His cock responded by starting to harden so Paul thought it best to cease and he continued to wash himself all over. He saw shampoo and conditioner in a tray and proceeded to wash his hair with them then rinsed himself all over from top to toe, ensuring that any soap in his nether regions was removed. Switching the shower off he stood for a few moments to allow the water to drip from his body before stepping out and grabbing the towel.

He vigorously towelled his hair; his neck and his back then brought it forward for his chest, his genitals and his legs. He wrapped the damp towel around his waist and tucked it in. His body tingled all over and felt more fresh and clean than usual, he ascribed this to the soap that had a medicated smell to it and the smell of which lingered upon his skin.

His electric razor had been placed upon a small shelf above which was the standard two-pointed shaving socket. Paul plugged it in and switched it on. The buzzing of the razor filled the area as he shaved off the stubble that had made its appearance since he had last shaved that morning before he had set off on his epic train journey. As small mirror enabled him to see what he was doing and he also used his fingers to check the smoothness. Once he was satisfied he opened the trimmer attachment and ran it over his ears and nostrils and also just under his nose, a difficult area for the main shaver blades to reach. He switched the razor off and unplugged it. He saw that his toilet bag was also within reach and rummaged through it for the after-shave called Musk and manufactured by a well-known company. He took the stopper off and poured some into his right hand, dabbing it over his face and feeling the slight stinging sensation that resulted. He remembered that his comb was in the left-hand pocket of his jeans, so he retrieved it and proceeded to comb his hair in front of the mirror until his locks were regimented into order. He smiled at the result with which he declared himself satisfied - "Narcissism or what" - he thought to himself.

He removed the towel from his waist and let it drop to the floor. What was left? He remembered his battery powered electric toothbrush inside the toilet bag - oh course he still had to clean his teeth!

Once he had cleaned his teeth he replaced everything where it had come from and he picked up the towel and hung it on the rail.

The white cloak and the garment were draped around a small chair. The garment was a jock; Paul was hardly surprised by this fact after what he had so far seen.

But it was different. The waistband had embroidery upon it of crosses and phalluses, as did the pouch. It had clearly been specially designed for special occasions such as this and Paul felt inspired to kiss it reverently before he put it on, just as a priest does when putting on a stole. The cloak had a golden clasp and chain. It was not long, only coming down to the waistband of the jock and it parted to reveal his stomach at the front in any case, especially if Paul moved his arms around. Paul deduced that therefore his ass would be visible at all times in the procession, as would the bulge in his jock and that tantalising glimpses of his chest stomach and nipples would also be visible to the brothers. Not that he felt any way embarrassed out about that, seeing that he would later be totally naked and exposed in any case.

Paul sat on the bed and lit another cigarette, it tasted different, but as he had been cleaning his teeth, the taste of the smoke had mixed with the lingering taste of the toothpaste. He glanced again at the clock which now showed it to be almost 10.30 pm and whilst he was focusing on the display, his ears were aware of a light tap upon the door.

"Come in", Paul automatically responded.

The door opened and Columba entered, wearing his pink robe and carrying a tray that was unmistakeably holding a fresh pot of coffee.

"Ah, I see you are all ready Paul, this is well timed," Columba said smiling.

"Yes just finished now, do I look OK?" Paul enquired.

Columba visually scanned Paul all over before replying.

"Yes, you will do fine Paul," he confirmed.

Columba brought the tray across to the bedside table and indicated that Paul should help himself; Paul required no further instruction, eagerly pouring the black hot strong liquid into his cup and taking a sip, sighing with contentment. Placing the cup down, Paul inhaled again from his cigarette. Columba took one from the packet and lit it, sitting down besides Paul on the bed.

"You have read all the instructions?"

"Yes I have."

"So you now have a good idea about how things will happen."

"Yes I do."

"Do you have any questions to ask about it?"

"Well I'm not sure about everything that I will have to say..."

"You don't have to memorise any speeches or anything like that, you simply answer the questions you are asked, or repeat what you are told to repeat. You will be guided at all times if you are unsure about what you should be doing next.

"There is one thing that isn't in the documents that I need to ask you about... do you object to it being videoed for posterity and for possible distribution to our outside supporters? It's an idea the council have been discussing this evening, we have been thinking about it but only now have we felt a common mind about it. The council is quite enthusiastic and we believe it will be an inspiration for many but we are also aware that your consent is important if it is to go ahead."

Paul felt an initial sense of shock and surprise at this. Why had the Abbot not mentioned it? Or Aidan? Why had Columba not mentioned it earlier? To be exposed in full sexual glory before the brethren was one thing but before others in the outside world? And yet his mind quickly went back to all the pornographic material he had viewed in the past, the delight and the inspiration it had given him, the erections and the orgasms it had inspired. The men who had performed for his delight had also surrendered that privacy, had completely offered their bodies for people they had never met or known. Furthermore the thought had probably turned them on and inspired their efforts, an exhibitionist streak given vent and emphasis. Paul was also aware of this streak in his own personality also and he found the idea beginning to turn him on even more, his cock confirming what his answer should be. No doubt the outside supporters of the Abbey would be inspired and aroused by this, it might lead to other vocations, it would be a witness to the Truth of being homosexual and Christian being in complete harmony, a celebration of that gift and an affirmation of it.

"No, I have no objection, I think it's a wonderful idea", Paul affirmed. "I am His vessel, to be used by Him as He desires and to His purposes."

"Well said and Amen Paul," Columba responded. "There are fixed cameras in the chapel and a couple of brothers will also use hand held cameras for close-ups, but they will not get in the way of the ceremony. When their turn to participate comes they will hand them over to deputy brothers and take them back again afterwards.

"Because you have agreed of your own free will you are blessed and will fulfil our psalm the Magnificock."

"The what?"

"Just as we have special hymns, we have special psalms also. Our Lady, when Gabriel informed her she was carrying our Lord, have us the words of the Magnificat. We have our own gay male version expressing the same kind of joy and awe that she felt. It is much used in our Abbey services and goes thus:

"My Cock doth magnify the Lord And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.

"For he hath regarded The homosexuality of his Gay Sons.

"For behold! From henceforth All generations shall call be blessed.

"For he that is mighty hath made me Gay And Holy is his Name.

"For his mercy is on them that love Him >From all generations

"For he that is mighty hath strengthened my Cock For use unto his Glory.

"He hath filled his Gay sons with his Cum To share it with their Brethren.

"He hath helped in his Mercy his sexual servants Even our forefathers, to share our seed for ever."

"Wow that is so beautiful!" Paul exclaimed.

"Good, you should memorise it as soon as you can. You will hear some wonderful hymns also, you will recognise the tunes but the words won't always be what you know. You don't need to worry about singing on this occasion, let the brethren do that whilst you concentrate on the ceremony."

"And when will I start my novice training?" enquired Paul, hoping he would not be thought to be thinking too far ahead.

"Because of the late hour that rite finishes, we always allow brothers to sleep in. The normal daily business of the Abbey recommences after lunch so it will be then. You will join with me and your fellow novices on a very informal basis, a get to know session more than anything else, where they can share how they are finding it so far and you can share on that basis also. It won't be until the following morning that I shall take you on your own, whilst they are doing their daily chores and begin to catch you up."

"And where will I be sleeping? Nobody has told me!"

"There is a special dormitory for the novices which you will share with them when they are not sleeping elsewhere as part of their rota. Your belongings, apart from what you have in this room, are already there. It has a very large bed that will take all four of you but it won't often actually have that many in it."

"And what chores will I be assigned to?"

"That has not yet been decided, but you will try various ones during which your skills will be better assessed. I wouldn't worry about that now, your Holy Welcum is the important thing."

Paul found himself constantly refilling his cup and lighting fresh cigarettes shortly after he has extinguished the previous one.

"Yes there is just about time for one more," stated Columba, also lighting a cigarette. "After that your mouth will be otherwise occupied," he stated with a dry smile.

They smoked in silence, Columba blowing smoke rings as he exhaled, a skill Paul had never been able to master and envied him for.

Almost without noticing when it actually started, Paul heard the sound of organ music and he also heard the tolling of a bell, the brothers were being summoned to the chapel. For a moment he felt nervous but it quickly passed and was replaced by a quiet calmness as he felt himself mentally preparing for what was to come.

"The council are coming," Columba stated in a matter of fact voice as a collection of footsteps could be heard in the outside corridor.

The door opened and both Paul and Columba quickly extinguished the butts of their cigarettes and rose from the bed.

Seven hooded figures entered the room and lined themselves up in front of Paul. Columba replaced his hood over his head and joined them. The hoods did not allow Paul to see the faces clearly but there was no mistaking which was the Abbot, the Cruciphallofix hanging on its golden chain over his chest.

"It is time Brother Paul, are you prepared and ready?" enquired the Abbot's voice sounding slightly unreal and disembodied from underneath the hood.

"I am Father Abbot."

"Then God bless us this night in the Rite or Holy Welcum, ourselves and yourself. May our sacred sexual acts be to his glory."

"Amen" all replied in unison.

After which, the hoods were swept back and the faces revealed. Paul did not recognise three of the faces, as he had not previously met them, they had to be Thomas, Pius and Kentigern, but which was which?

The Abbot quickly came to his aid.

"By way of introduction Paul this is Brother Kentigern."

Kentigern appeared to be about five feet nine; grey eyes, shaved head and Paul estimated his age at about fifty-five. There was something of an impish appearance about him that he did nothing to contradict as he bowed his head towards Paul in greeting. Paul responded with a similar bow.

"Brother Pius."

Pius was tall, looking about six four; he had a thin face and piercing green eyes. Paul estimated to him to be somewhere in his forties but did not have long to dwell upon it as the Abbot quickly proceeded to introduce him to the final new person. By process of elimination it could only be...

"Brother Thomas."

Paul feasted on the face before him, one of the most beautiful faces he had ever seen, quite long golden hair, the bluest eyes he had ever encountered, smooth well-sculpted cheeks that looked as if they never needed shaving, lips full and red and inviting and Paul did not think he could be a day over twenty five. The face invited tenderness, love, passion, even more than he had felt towards Aidan who was also looking at him smiling. Again the bows of acknowledgement.

"I am the Welcomer." The Abbot stated, as if Paul was not already sure that this would be the case.

"And the others, the assistants whom you must select?"

"Because you have agreed for the ceremony to be videoed, it shall be your own free choice, none shall feel slighted by it."

Paul's heart leapt (as did his cock). He knew immediately whom his choices would be.

"May Brother Aidan fuck me then and Brother Thomas suck me."

"It shall be so," the Abbot replied. Neither Aidan nor Thomas looked unhappy at the news, but then neither did the others either.

"Let us begin."

The Abbot led the group out into the passage. Paul wondered where he should place himself, but the party taking positions around him decided it for him.

The Abbot was in front of him with Columba on his left and Kentigern on his right. Aidan took position immediately on Paul's left and Thomas did the same on his right. Cuthbert and Pius brought up the rear.

The organ which had been playing softly began to play the loud introduction to a hymn - Paul recognised the tune from his school Founders Day services, which at that moment seemed to be so long ago and in another dimension entirely.

It was the tune For All the Saints but he knew the words would be different, as Columba had predicted.

The procession began to move forward towards the chapel entrance. He could see the blaze of candlelight within but he could also see studio lighting highlighting various places also. He found his gaze fixing on the crucified figure, which appeared to be lit with an ethereal glory, naked, erect and heavenly.

The voices within began to sing the hymn; the words were clear and distinct as Paul and the procession entered.

"For all Gay Saints who from their labours rest Who with great joy their love of men confessed And shared their bodies, cum and cock so blest! Hallelujah!

"Thou wast their lover, friend and Holy Rock Blessing their faith, their lust and Holy Cock We do the same though some may at us mock Hallelujah."

Paul could see a sea of hooded figures on each side of the aisle in his peripheral vision and was aware that the hoods were turning to see him as he passed by.

"Oh blessed cummunion, fellowship divine When we drink male nectar, taste the phallic wine The Holy Life Force, all of it is Thine! Hallelujah."

The procession reached the altar and the Abbot and his fellows bent over it with a reverent kiss. They moved off to the right allowing Paul and the assistants to do likewise, Paul followed Aidan's lead off to the left. The remaining two followed likewise but remained standing in front of the altar. All stood still with their backs to the congregation of the Brethren, gazing at the Cruciphallofix as the hymn concluded with a final verse.

"And yet there breaks a far more glorious day That day of triumph for all of Gods sons Gay When all will accept us, none will us gainsay! Hallelujah."

The music faded and Paul could see the others turning round so he did likewise. With all the lights he was only conscious of the pink robes and the awareness that many pairs of eyes and also cameras were upon him.

After a short moment of silence the Abbot began to make the ordinary sign of the cross, opening the service and saying:

"In the name of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit."

All, including Paul, made the sign also and responded with a loud "Amen."

The Abbot turned to Paul and Paul made a slight turn also so they could look face-to-face. Paul fixed his gaze steadfastly upon the Abbot, whose face in the candlelight had a glowing light upon it, the blue eyes reflecting the flickering lights of the candles and also of the spotlights.

"Brother Paul, we welcome you to the Abbey of St Priapus. You have come here after a long journey, following the footsteps of your life's path and are come to this point where you wish to join us here as a Monk of our Order. You have accepted and acknowledged your homosexuality, you have rejoiced in it and you have longed to serve God through it. You believe, as we do, that this may be the best path for you to do so and we offer you the Novitiate in our order that you may test out that vocation. We welcome you in the name of Jesus Christ, our Brother and our Lover and we stand before him now as well as before the Brethren and seek to do all things before him and in his name and in his Love.

"I must ask you some questions which you must answer with your heart and with your lips that you and we may be sure of your intentions. Answer them openly and honestly, with unfeigned heart and lips that all present may bear witness.

"Do you, Paul come to us of your own free will?"

"I do," Paul replied with firm conviction.

"Do you accept and acknowledge your faith in God?"

"I do."

"Do you accept and acknowledge you homosexuality?"

"I do."

"Do you have any conflicts between your faith in God and your homosexuality?"

"I do not."

"Do you seek to love and serve God and your fellow men through your homosexuality?"

"I do."

"Are you prepared to test out that vocation without reserve, to surrender you body and soul to him and to your brethren here assembled?"

"I am, God being my helper."

"Are you prepared to be naked before God and your Brethren in token of this?"

"I am."

"Then Amen, so be it, all Praise and thanks to God."

At these words Aidan and Thomas gently removed the white cloak from his shoulders and handed it to Cuthbert who carried it to a small niche and laid it down there. Cuthbert quickly returned to his position.

Paul was now clad only in the white jock garment and he felt no shame or embarrassment at this. He was facing the Brethren and he saw hoods being lifted back and faces being revealed but it was difficult to make out much of their details. He did not even hear the Abbot telling them to do so. But he knew they were signifying their acceptance of his willingness.

"Now turn again to the altar," Ignatius said softly and this time Paul had no difficulty making out the words. He obeyed.

The Abbot, Columba and Kentigern remained facing him; the other assistants had also turned with Paul toward the altar.

"Are you prepared Paul to ungird your loins so that no secrets may be hidden, either of the body or of the heart, that you may be revealed naked in all of your God-given glory?"

"I am."

With these words he could feel the hands of Aidan and Thomas on the waistband, working the garment downwards and his cock and balls sprang free from their tabernacle. The jock fell to the floor and Paul stepped out of it. Cuthbert picked it up and placed it in the same location as the white robe.

The Abbot began to remove his robes, as did all the other assistants in turn, handing them on to be placed out of the way. They were all standing there in their white jocks and the bulge in the pouches indicated that their cocks were rising in joy. Paul had only been semi hard up to this point but the sight of the jocks caused his cock to spring upwards into full erect hardness.

"Turn and face the Brethren Paul." Ignatius said with a smile and what Paul detected as a quick wink.

Here goes, thought Paul as he turned, conscious for a moment about his erection being viewed by so many.

Cries of Ecce Homo! Rang out as he turned.

A sea of pink habits being removed met his gaze and he could see oceans of flesh being revealed beneath and he saw the white garments being revealed beneath. It was so much to try and take in at once. But it was a glorious sight, his cock felt even harder than before and Paul realised that clear liquid was beginning to seep out from the slit of his cock head, a camera appeared at one side to capture that in close up as it glistened in the different lights.

He was invited to turn again and Paul saw that a padded stool had now been placed before the altar, the Abbot, Kentigern and Columba standing between it and the altar.

He walked and knelt down upon it, lifting both his feet off the ground so that his knees were both in contact with the padded surface. It was quite low and thus in the line of his vision he was facing the bulging jocks of the three and he could make out the seepage that was occurring into the material from underneath.

The Abbots hand reached out to the end of Paul's cock and captured the escaping liquid, he looked up and saw the Abbot taking it into his mouth slowly and reverently.

"I will now ask you further questions which you must answer Paul," continued the Abbot.

"Are you willing to serve God with your body?"

"I am."

"Are you willing to serve God with your lips?"

"I am."

"Are you willing to serve God with your hands?"

"I am."

"Are you willing to serve God with your nipples?"

"I am."

"Are you willing to serve God with your cock, your balls and your ass?"

"I am."

"Are you willing to serve God through your Brethren?"

"I am."

Are you willing to share with them your body, your heart, your mind, and your Holy Essence?"

"I am."

"Amen we accept in the name of God and of Jesus Christ your willingness so to do. We also affirm our willingness to accept this service and affirm that we will do this with you, serving our Lord and each other together in the Holy Ecstasy of male homosexual love and lust.

"We will now lay our hand upon you."

Paul bowed his head and closed his eyes. He felt the slight pressure of seven hands on his head, neck and shoulders.

"Oh Holy and Loving Father, we gather now in the name of Your Son Jesus Christ, to welcome your son and servant Paul and to initiate him into his novitiate in this abbey. We thank you for his safe journey and arrival and for the paths that have led him to this moment. We thank you for his heart, his mind and his body being open to love and serve you here, to learn share, enjoy and experience his vocation as a homosexual, that special and noble calling where spirituality and sexuality are one and we show our gratitude for that gift by using it completely and unashamedly before You.

"We invoke your blessing upon Paul, bless his heart and his mind, bless his mouth and tongue, and bless his nipples, his cock, his balls and his ass to be used for your glory. Bless his orgasms and the ejaculation of his holy essence, his life force, that Holy Seed of creation that all may feed upon it and be nourished. May all his brethren be also blessed likewise that in love and brotherhood we may all share with each other. May our sexual sharing be a true prayer and praise to you, a token of Your Divine Love for us as we glorify you with our bodies.

"Look down upon us now and witness how your sons can truly love one another. Energise our homospirits with Holy Lust that Holy Ecstasy may transform us in our worship and rise up to thee, our cocks bearing witness to orgasmic joy.

We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, our Brother and Holy Lover. Amen."

Amen rang out from all sides, Paul felt a fire in his breast radiating out through his body as he added his Amen also.

Paul knew that he now had to rise and did so slowly and with dignity. Cuthbert removed the stool. He approached the Abbot and removed the white jock garment, the Abbot's cock and balls leapt forward as he stepped out of the garment. He approached the Abbot and their bodies pressed together, hard cock against hard cock and their lips and tongues met and entwined. The Abbot gently pushed him away with a smile and stepped back.

Kentigern stepped forward into his place and this was repeated as the Abbot gave out his name.

Then Columba, Paul felt the beard brush against his shaven face as they kissed.

As Aidan stepped into place Paul heard the organ start again. The Brethren began to sing the psalm of the Magnificock and he felt a particular thrill as he again felt the touch of Aidan's cock and lips on his.

And then Thomas! The rippling muscles, the completely smooth chest, the rosebud nipples and as he pried the garment off the cock! Nine inches of uncut meat and low hanging balls greeted his sight, all shaven smooth like the rest. Paul could have sunk to his knee at that very moment and taken it into his mouth but he resisted the urge, he would do that no doubt soon enough and instead pressed his body against Thomas's and thrilled at the lips and the tongue that greeted him.

But the reverie could not last as Thomas also gently pushed him away and moved aside.

Cuthbert's naked body and lips provided a similar delight and then with Pius, the greeting of the assistants was done. Paul turned around and saw the brethren all lined up ready to take their turn and for the first time he would be meeting them.

It was going to be a long night.

To be continued....

This story is authored by cleftref, Moderator of http://groups.yahoo.com/group/christian_cock . It may be copied shared and disseminated freely but the acknowledgement of source should remain with the document at all times. Please note that all spelling is UK English and may vary to that employed in other countries.