Thorns

THORNS

(C) Copyright 1998 by Fabiano Fabris

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Marcus lay face down on the cold marble floor of the chapel, arms and legs outstretched, praying for guidance and strength to withstand the trial to which he was about to be subjected. He was completely naked, his olive skin glistening with a sheen of fear induced sweat, his muscles tight in anticipation. The flickering candle light set off the dark fur which covered his firm buttocks and exalted his short black hair.

He heard the lash just before it struck him and managed to suppress a cry of pain. Again and again the whip struck his back and each time Marcus managed to not scream, but tears filled his eyes and dripped onto the floor. The older monk kept a steady cadence as he flayed Marcus' young body while Marcus tried to apply the teaching he had received: the pain must be turned to pleasure, he had to welcome it and thrive on it, let it strengthen him. It was not easy; it required giving in to the pain rather than resisting it. But gradually Marcus began to achieve the goal. The pain filled his mind, driving out all conscious thought, leading him to a new realm of being.

Marcus was unaware that his cock was now fully erect, pointing down between his spread legs. But the Brother Carl noticed it and after administering a few more lashes, ceased the whipping. He allowed Marcus a few moments to recover while he coiled the whip and tucked it into the sash around his waist. Then he said, "Stand, postulate, and face me."

Marcus obeyed, getting to his feet, his legs slightly uncertain, considerably amazed when he became aware of his erection, and very embarrassed by it. He was even more surprised when he saw that the monk was staring at his cock and smiling. "A very impressive endowment!" Marcus blushed furiously but made no attempt to cover himself. "You have done well," continued the monk. "You channelled the pain into pleasure as you were taught. Go now to Brother Jerome who will apply a salve to your back. I will be waiting for you in my study." Marcus bowed and left the chapel, ashamed of his nudity and of the cock which still stood flush against his abdomen.

Marcus was 17 and would become a man in one year. For this reason, his father, the Lord of these lands, had sent him to the monastery for preparatory training. He had not been told what to expect, other than the fact that he would have no rights of any kind during the following 12 months and that strict obedience would be demanded of him. On arrival the week before (had it been only one week?), all his possessions had been taken from him into safe keeping and in their place he was given a short grey robe and a rosary. The robe was kept closed by means of a sash of the same color, and invariably left his chest bare. Marcus found this puzzling, but saw that all the postulants wore the same type of garment, as did novices. Only ordained monks had full length black robes which could be properly closed.

However, during the first month, postulants were not allowed to wear anything; they were to remain naked at all times. It was explained that this served to teach them humility and to make it clear that they had no rights, not even those of privacy and modesty. So even though Marcus was proud of his dark, well muscled and hirsute body, he had not yet gotten used to walking around fully naked all day long, indoors and out, even less so when he was so obviously aroused. For as the monk had observed, nature had endowed him with a very sizable member; when fully erect, the head reached well above his navel, almost to the cleft between his large pecs. And he had balls to match, large and hanging very low in their lightly hairy sack; they swung heavily back and forth as he walked, making him constantly aware of them.

Thankfully, however, his nudity did not attract attention. After all, there were many other postulants going around naked as well. It was a common sight in the monastery. Most were youths about to enter manhood as he was, and were also well built from hard work on farms or estates. And he had seen most of them with erections from time to time. It was just a matter of getting used to the situation. In the dormitory where everyone slept naked (the robes were for day-time use only and they had no other garments), there was much good natured teasing over cock size, but Marcus was already used to that, aware that his was bigger than most. He was proud of it, but not to the point of being vain.

There was also much talk of sex, of course. None of the youths were virgins, naturally, and so they exchanged experiences and told tall tales of conquests, as all young men do. But Marcus noticed that the postulants who had been at the monastery for some time did not participate in these conversations, and he wondered why.

The first week had been filled with long lessons on self denial and the willing acceptance of pain and humiliation. They were repeatedly told that all negative experiences had to be turned to positive ones, that pain would bring pleasure, humiliation would turn to joy. They were to be taught the many ways of achieving these goals, and taught also never to seek personal gratification, but only to give it. Only in this way would they become men worthy of leading others.

And today Marcus had received his first practical lesson. Notwithstanding the many hours of lectures, Marcus had been shocked to discover that the whipping had aroused him. He was confused, but could not deny the physical evidence: he was hard. So he walked, head bowed in shame at the open display of his excitement.

But by the time Marcus came to Brother Carl's study, his erection was gone and his cock was hanging heavy over his testicles, still of quite impressive size. His knock was answered by a curt, "Enter."

The study was dark, the windows covered by heavy drapes which blocked the sunlight. Instead, several candles set in sconces gave some light. Shelves lined the walls to left and right of the door and beneath the curtained window was a large oak desk behind which sat the monk.

"It is my duty now to teach you one of the ways in which you offer yourself for the pleasure of your fellow men," said Brother Carl. "Come to the desk, place your hands on it and stand back so that your body is bent at right angles, keeping your legs well apart." Marcus obeyed while the monk stood and walked round the desk. And he felt the man touch his most private part, his anus!

"You are not a woman," the monk said firmly. "Yet you have this, by which you may offer great pleasure to men. You will be taught to do so. We will train this hole so that it will give perfect satisfaction to any man's cock. Your rewards will be the joy of giving pleasure to others, and the joy of receiving a man's cock inside you."

Marcus gulped. "But Master, is sodomy not a crime against nature?"

Brother Carl laughed. "Unenlightened societies consider it so, yes. But we know better. There is no crime in giving yourself for the pleasure of others. Now, your anal training will be painful, initially, but you have already learned how to turn pain into pleasure."

Marcus' mind was in turmoil. He had always been taught that sodomy was a crime of the worst kind, and now a man of the cloth was telling him otherwise. Had he not already had a week of rigorous indoctrination, he would have rebelled instantly. Instead he hesitated. One part of his initial training had already been shown to be true, that pain could become pleasure. So it could well be that this was true too. After all, the giving of self for the sake of others was a fundamental tenet of the faith. Given that, even sodomy was right if he freely allowed it. And so finally Marcus said, "Train me, Master, please."

"Excellent, Marcus," said Brother Carl. "I am pleased by your response. Your training will be aimed at teaching you to relax the sphincter muscle at will so as to accept any man's member, no matter what the size. You will also learn to caress that cock once it is inside you, to focus your mind on it and please it." As he spoke, the monk was rubbing his fingers over Marcus' tightly closed hole, urging it to relax, until he was able to push first one and then a second finger inside. Marcus grunted in discomfort which was more mental than physical. The fingers were spread, stretching his hole further still and two more inserted, of the monk's other hand.

"I will now begin stretching your hole open, Marcus. This is something which you will do on your own, during your hours of solitary study." Marcus gasped at the sudden pain as his anus was spread open for a few moments, then released. This exercise was repeated many times, and each time the sphincter was stretched further open. Gradually, the pain lessened as Marcus applied his new skills, transforming it into pleasure, and once again he became erect.

After quite some time, though Marcus could not say how long, Brother Carl withdrew his fingers. "Now show me how you will train yourself." Marcus stepped forward to rest his chest on the desk. Reaching both hands behind himself, he gradually pressed three fingers of each hand into his own ass-hole, finding it surprisingly easy now that it was already loosened. As the monk had done, Marcus pulled his hands apart, opening the hole until it became painful, holding it open for a moment and then releasing the pressure. He repeated this several times until the monk was satisfied.

Brother Carl went back to his chair as Marcus returned to a standing position. "You are erect again, Marcus. That is a good sign. Practice diligently as I have taught you. When you feel ready to give yourself, return to me and I will take my pleasure inside you. Now go."

Marcus left the monk's study in even greater embarrassement than when he had left the chapel. He was fully hard again, and he knew that everyone else was aware of the training he had just received. Yet no one treated him any differently than before or took particular notice of his aroused state. So gradually he calmed down, as did his hard-on. Since there was almost an hour left before evening prayers, Marcus went to the small rose garden to try to sort out his muddled thoughts.

The sun was low in the sky now, and seemed to pick out each of the red blooms in harsh detail. Sitting on a stone bench, Marcus stared unseeing at one of the thorny bushes. His anus was sore and he was wondering how much it would hurt to have it penetrated by a man's cock, how it would feel to have a man deep inside him, using his body. Marcus' own dick had gone soft, but as he thought more about being taken, it became hard again. He was frightened by the idea of allowing a man to possess him, and yet the idea thrilled him. And above all, the concept of giving his body so that another man might receive pleasure captivated him. There was no denying the righteousness of it.

Suddenly, Macrus' reverie was broken by a piercing wail. Marcus jumped to his feet, trying to identify the source of the cry when it came again. The kitchens. He began running.

----- 2 -----

The cook had found the body of a postulate in pantry. It was Charles, one of the youths who had arrived at the same time as Marcus had. He had been stabbed several times in the chest and abdomen, but what was most shocking was that his genitals had been cut off and were missing. There were pools of blood in the pantry but otherwise the was no sign of a struggle there or in the kitchen itself.

By the time Marcus arrived, several other monks were there and Brother Jerome had already been sent for, as well as the Abbott himself. There was shocked silence as they stared in horror at the young man's mutilated body. Marcus held back his tears as he recalled having spoken to the boy just that morning. A wasted life. And why deprive him of his cock and balls? To what end?

As he turned away, Marcus spotted a bit of grey, a piece of robe protruding from under the pantry door. He picked it up and showed it to the senior monk present. The man took it with a nod and examined it. "I shall give this to the abbott," he said. Then in a louder voice, "All postulants to their evening prayers!"

As Marcus knelt on the cold floor of the same chapel in which he had been whipped earlier, he noticed that the other naked young men also bore signs of having been flogged. He wondered if their tutors had given them the same lessons that Brother Carl had given him a short while ago, whether Charles had been killed before or after having received those lessons. The piece of grey cloth seemed to indicate that another postulate was implicated, but what had driven him to murder?

After evening prayers, the postulates and novices had a hour of study time, as they did after morning prayers. These two hours were in fact the only time during which they were granted some form of privacy, for to each was assigned a small cubicle in the library which had no door but could be closed by a heavy curtain. The rules of the monastery forbade the students from being disturbed in their studies except in the case of emergency.

In his cubicle, Marcus set about fulfilling Brother Carl's orders. He decided that the best way was to lie on the stone floor, so as to avoid bumping into the desk or wooden partitions. Once on his back, he lifted his legs up and back, until his thighs were resting on his chest. Then, closing his eyes, he licked his fingers and went to work. Before long, Marcus was fully aroused and had to make a conscious effort to maintain silence: his stretching was achieving incredible results and was also exciting him beyond belief. By the time the end of the hour was signaled by a gentle chime, Marcus' cock was leaking abundant fluid onto his hairy abdomen and he was almost breathless with lust.

As he left the cubicle, Marcus glanced at the other naked postulants and saw that the majority of them were as aroused as he was. So he guessed that they had received similar instructions. But he wondered how many of them had made the decision he had: he intended to visit Brother Carl after dinner that same night.

Meals were always silent. The new postulants served, naked as always, and then sat with their own plates. No one ate before all were ready. This evening, however, the Lord Abbott broke the silence. When all were seated, he rose to his feet and boomed, "There has been death in the monastery this day! One of our new postulants, Charles, was found murdered as you must all know. I have sent Brother Patrick to summon the Lord Bishop and the Inquisition. Until such time as they have determined the guilty party or parties, no one may enter or leave the monastery! This unfortunately means that visiting relatives will be turned away, but I trust that you all will understand the necessity for this. In the meantime, life is to continue as usual. If any of you feel you have anything to contribute to the investigation, please report to me in my study. That is all."

The men began to eat. Conversation was forbidden in the refectory, but Marcus could sense the unease, it was almost tangible. For his part, Marcus was now thinking about the commitment he had made in the library, his decision to yield to a man. He was terrified, not of the pain but of the act itself. The pain did not frighten him, it excited him, and he realized with a start that he was becoming hard again, right in the refectory!

After the meal, the naked youths took away the dishes, leaving the washing up to others. Marcus got away as quickly as he could and went to Brother Carl's study. Once again, his knock was answered by a sharp, "Enter". Marcus went in and shut the heavy door behind him.

"My Master," he began. "I wish to humbly offer my body to you in the hope that you will honor me by possessing me with your cock and taking your pleasure inside me." That said, he knelt and bowed his head to the ground.

Brother Carl stood and walked over to the handsome young man. "Already? Are you sure?"

Without looking up, Marcus replied, "Yes, my Master. I desire it with all my heart. My body is yours to use as you wish, and I further request that you help me learn the joy of receiving pain."

For a few moments there was silence. Then a command was given. "Sit up, Marcus." The young man obeyed, and watched in rapt fascination as his tutor removed his long robe. The body revealed was lean but firmly muscled, the chest and abdomen thickly covered in light brown hair. The cock was thick and long, arching majestically over the monk's large balls.

"I belive that you are a rare one, Marcus, a man driven to serve other men selflesly, prepared to give yourself in body and mind. Am I right?" Marcus nodded without hesitation. He was mesmerized by the cock which filled his vision, watching it slowly grow. Brother Carl smiled. "Yes, I was sure of it. I will help you learn to serve, to adore God's most perfect creation: man. Take my cock into your mouth, Marcus."

Marcus was stunned, but there was no doubt in his mind: he wanted it. Leaning forward, Marcus opened his mouth and reverently allowed his tutor's dick inside. The cock grew rapidly to erection, sliding along his tongue till it hit the back of his throat. Marcus gagged slightly and backed off a bit. He swallowed and tried again, this time feeling the bloated head slide down his throat. He swallowed again and took the entire length of cock, until his nose was pressed against the monk's pubes.

For several seconds, Brother Carl kept the postulant's head pressed against his crotch before releasing him and withdrawing his cock completely. It remained horizontal, bobbing slightly, glistening with saliva. For the first time in his life, Marcus looked at an erect cock with desire. Once again he took it into his mouth and this time, Brother Carl began to fuck. So Marcus remained passive, simply keeping his mouth open while the monk used it. The thrusts were slow and deep, the head plunging down his throat every time. And Marcus understood the pleasure of serving, his mind focused totally on the cock.

After quite some time, Brother Carl withdrew. He was breathing more heavily, clearly very aroused. Under Marcus' gaze, the monk toyed with his balls, drawing them down in their sack, stretching them as he looked at the attractive youth kneeling before him. Finally he barked, "Stand!"

Marcus got to his feet, keeping them slightly spread, and held his hands behind his back. He watched as the monk reached for his chest, kneading the firm, hair-covered mounds. Fingers closed on his large nipples and squeezed, very hard. Marcus groaned at the sharp pain and his cock throbbed in response. Again and again Brother Carl tortured those nubs of flesh, twisting and squeezing, until tears flowed from Marcus' eyes, but the pain was sweet ecstasy.

When Brother Carl stepped back, Marcus stared at him, at his erection. His chest throbbed and his mind burned with desire. Without waiting to be ordered, Marcus knelt again, his back to the monk. He leaned forward and spread his ass cheeks with both hands. His fingers probed into his hair-ringed pucker and pulled it open, wide.

His eyes fixed on the offered hole, Brother Carl knelt and thrust his cock into it, all the way.

Marcus cried out in pain and would have fallen forward had the monk not grabbed his shoulders. For several minutes, neither man moved as Brother Carl whispered encouragement. "Feel that cock, Marcus, feel it inside you. Give yourself to it, worship it."

"Oh yes, my Master," groaned Marcus. "Your cock inside me, I can feel it, I crave it. Take me, use me for your pleasure." Now on his hands and knees, Marcus looked down and back, seeing the monk's balls dangling behind his, wishing he could see the point where their bodies were joined, where the cock disappeared into his ass. Only when Brother Carl began to draw out was he able to see part of the shaft and felt a thrill knowing it had been inside him.

Brother Carl fucked the postulate with long and very powerful thrusts. He was incredibly turned on by the youth's firm, hairy body and tight ass and thought only of his own pleasure, not caring that he was hurting his student; besides, the boy was here to learn to appreciate pain. Reaching between Marcus' legs, the monk gripped the young man's pendulous balls and squeezed. Marcus cried out and his ass contracted on the cock inside him. Just what he wanted, so the monk crushed the orbs again, and again.

All conscious thought had left Marcus by now. His balls were on fire, his ass burned, and he wanted more. His erection pulsed, drooling huge amounts of pre-cum onto the stone floor as he absorbed the pain, flowed with it and soared. He focused on the organ plowing his insides, happy to be able to please his tutor. And when the movements suddenly ceased, the cock deep inside him, and he heard the monk gasp, Marcus smiled and welcomed the man's sperm into his body.

When Brother Carl eventually pulled his now flaccid cock from Marcus' ass, he ordered the youth to remain on all fours while he went to fetch something. He returned with a butt plug which he showed to Marcus. The young man did not know what it was at first, but he quickly found out. The feeling was not at all unpleasant, he thought. "You will keep it inside you till morning," ordered Brother Carl. "You will remove it before you evacuate your bowels. You will clean it and return it to me."

Marcus nodded as he sat back on his heels. He was still erect as he watched Brother Carl pull on his robe and tie it closed. Finally the monk broached the issue. "Your goal is to give pleasure, not receive it. I will allow you release at some other time. Do not neglect your anal training during your morning study hour tomorrow. And should someone wish to make use of you, worship his cock as you have done with mine. Now leave."

----- 3 -----

That night in the dormitory there was much whispered talk over the murder. The young men kept glancing over at the one empty cot and shaking their heads. But Marcus' plug did not escape notice for long and the topic was quickly changed. Many questions were asked, but Marcus maintained silence until one postulate, James, asked a direct question. "Brother Carl fucked you, Marcus, didn't he?" For a moment, Marcus hesitated, so James added, "Look, it will happen to us all, sooner or later. We're all getting the same training. So did he do it?" Marcus nodded, and then came the question he most feared. "And did you like it?"

He hesitated an instant before blurting out, "Yes I did. I liked it, I liked feeling his cock inside me! And it was wonderful to be able to make him feel good." For a second there was silence in the dorm, and then Marcus was barraged with questions from all sides, which he tried to answer as well as he could.

Then James asked another question which made the others fall silent. "Can I fuck you, Marcus?"

And Marcus shook his head. "Not tonight. I have to keep the plug inside me till morning." He paused. "But I would like to take your cock in my mouth instead."

James smiled and strode over. "So do it, Marcus." James was the same age as Marcus, his skin lighter, his torso hairless but well defined. His body hair was confined to a small patch at his groin and under his arms. His cock was somewhat smaller than Marcus', but still of a respectable size and when erect, as it was rapidly becoming, stood at about 45 degrees from his smooth abdomen.

All eyes were now on Marcus as he smiled broadly and guided the other boy's cock down and between his lips. James' leer turned into an O of surprise as he watched his dick disappear into his friend's mouth. No one heard one of the older postulates say, "Finally!" before going down on his neighbor's cock.

Marcus expected James to fuck his mouth as Brother Carl had, but when he didn't, Marcus went to work himself. He had a cock in his mouth and it was his duty to please it. So he began to suck it, bobbing his head up and down rapidly, effectivly fucking his mouth on the erect member, bracing himself by holding James' thighs.

James was in awe. For all his bravado, he had never had a blow job before. Little did it matter to him that it was a man giving it to him now. It felt good and he was soon at the point of no return.

When James came, Marcus drank the thick juice eagerly, happy that he had pleased his comrade, and glad to be able to receive his cum. Drawing back, James sat heavily on a cot, breathless, his dick still leaking onto his thigh. Marcus wiped his lips and smiled up at the young fellow who was standing in James' place. Paul had dark skin, like his own, and a moderate growth of hair on his chest. He returned Marcus' smile and watched in fascination as his still soft dick was swallowed.

Around this group, some of the older postulates were also busy sucking their friend's cocks. They had been through this same period of discovery, of course, but had been told to abstain until the new ones were introduced to it. Now they could once more give way to their desires. Several were on their knees, offering their asses to any who wished to take their pleasure there. Eventually, other new postulates gave in and began looking for a cock to suck.

After Paul shot his cum into Marcus' mouth, another cock took his place, and another and another. He sucked them all, willingly, happy to explore their differences, to arouse them, to swallow the warm sperm. When the last pulled away, Marcus saw that most of the youths were getting into bed or were already asleep. But James was still sitting, watching. He smiled. "I still want your ass, Marcus. Tomorrow night, in front of all the others."

Marcus nodded, returning the smile. "With pleasure, James. I hope that Brother Thomas will train you as well as Brother Carl has trained me."

For a moment, James was taken aback. Then he shook his head. "I don't know, Marcus. Not all men are destined to serve other men."

Marcus nodded. "You're right, of course. But we are here to learn humilty and submission. I hope you can learn to enjoy it, for your own sake. For my part, it has given a real meaning to my life."

James laughed, but there was no malice in him. "If nothing else, Marcus, I will enjoy having you submit to my cock."

Marcus laughed with him. "I will enjoy it too, my friend."

The following morning, after morning prayers and breakfast, Marcus returned to Brother Carl's study with the washed plug. The monk took it with a smile. "How does your hole feel today, Marcus?"

Marcus blushed. "A little sore, my Master, and empty."

Brother Carl chuckled. "It is clear that you were born for this, Marcus. You live to be fucked, my boy. Some of your fellow postulates will not take their teaching so well and will never enjoy it. But you are special. If I had the time, I would take pleasure in you now, but the court of the Inquisition will be arriving shortly and I am needed. That poor boy's genitals have not yet been found! But go to the stables, Marcus, up to the loft. I will send Brother Erasmus to you. He is a little slow, but I am sure he will amuse you."

Marcus was puzzled as he headed for the large stable. Brother Erasmus was the monastery gardener, whom he had seen just once. He was young for a monk, maybe 20 or so. He had long blond hair and an enviable build. But why would he be amusing? While he waited, Marcus opted to continue his anal training. So engrossed was he that he did not become aware of Brother Erasmus until the monk chuckled.

"Well, well! Brother Carl was right! You are a treasure!"

Marcus sat up and stared as the young monk disrobed, revealing a broad chest covered in light brown hair and a washboard abdomen. But it was the cock that caught Marcus' gaze, for it was enormous: it seemed larger soft that his own was fully erect! He watched the gardener stroke that organ to an erection that defied belief. He reached for it but the monk avoided his hand. "I don't have time to play, boy! If you want to suck it, come visit me after dinner. Right now, I'm just going to fuck that hairy ass of yours and then get back to my roses."

Marcus grinned and got on his knees, his back to the monk, and spread his solid ass cheeks. He relaxed his sphincter and it obligingly opened. His training was paying off. He heard Brother Erasmus chuckle. "Well done, boy. This will hurt, so you had better cover your mouth or you'll have the whole monastery running." Marcus complied and moments later tears filled his eyes as the oversized cock forced its way into his ass. The pain was excruciating, and he quickly responded by becoming fully erect.

Brother Erasmus muttered words of encouragement but he was not gentle; his haste was apparent. Once his dick was fully inside Marcus' body, deeper than the youth had ever experienced before, he began fucking, hard and fast. Before giving way to his lust, the monk said, "Bother Carl said you were to shoot while I fuck you, so get to it, boy." And so, for the first time since his arrival at the monastery, Marcus gripped his shaft and began stroking it, grateful to be able to do so while being possessed by the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life.

For a few minutes, the only sound was the panting of the two men in rut. It didn't take long for Marcus to reach orgasm, and he began shooting thick ropes of jism over the hay. Seconds later, Brother Erasmus began pumping his cum into the youth's ass.

It was over as quickly as it had begun. The monk pulled out and began dressing again. "If you want more, boy, come to me tonight. I can teach you many new things." He sneered and scurried down the ladder. Marcus stood and stretched languidly, feeling some of the monk's thick sperm seep out of his still stretched anus and down his balls. As he smeared it over his scrotum, he thought of how he would let James fuck him before going to visit this incredibly hung monk. Then he caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye, there, in the corner.

Walking over, Marcus soon realized that it was a splash of blood on the wall, and on the floor, between the floor and the wall were Charles' severed genitals. Marcus screamed.

Running across the courtyard, Marcus almost collided with a tall, middle aged monk whom he had never seen before. He began to apologize but was unable to speak coherently. The man calmed him, caressing his back gently, until Marcus was able to bring himself to explain what he had seen. In the meantime, Brother Carl and the Abbot himself had appeared and were listening intently. As soon as the story was out, the Abbot sent Brother Jerome to the sables to verify.

In the meantime, he had some explaining to do. "My Lord Inquisitioner, as you may be aware, we teach humility, and thus our postulates are required to spend time unclothed so as to learn this virtue. Please accept my apologies."

The prelate smiled benignly. "I understand fully and applaud your reasoning. I will wish to interrogate this postulate later, after having examined the mortal remains of the deceased. Send him to my lodgings in one hour. Since your rules require it, he need not be robed."

Marcus bowed, terrified, before the Lord Inquisitor and left in the company of his mentor. In a low voice, Brother Carl asked, "You were with Brother Erasmus; how was it?"

Marcus lowered his head and blushed. "It was wonderful, my Master. Being taken by suck a large cock was an incredible experience. He had asked me to come to his room tonight."

The monk smiled. "I think that you will have to postpone that. The Lord Inquisitor has clearly taken a liking to you and will probably keep you till morning. Be sure to offer him everything, Marcus. However I do not know the man so I do not know what his tastes are. Be sensitive to his needs and desires. Offer yourself discretely."

----- 4 -----

Unlike Brother Carl, the Lord Inquisitor allowed the sunlight to illuminate his rooms. When Marcus entered, he found the prelate sitting back in a large armchair, clearly at ease and relaxed. He had even allowed to top of his robe to spread open, revealing a well defined, smooth chest and offering a glimpse of a large nipple. He smiled broadly at Marcus and bade him to sit in the armchair opposite him.

"In the privacy of these rooms, you may call me Albert," said the Lord Inquisitor in a deep voice. "I cannot stand certain formalities, and I need you to feel at ease." Marcus simply nodded, head lowered. "So, Marcus, how do you find life in the monastery?"

Looking up, Marcus managed a weak smile. "I am adapting well to the lessons of humility and the giving of self for the ... good of others, My Lord, eh, Albert."

"Your nudity does not embarrass you?"

"Not any more. I no longer feel the need for privacy or to hide myself. Modesty implies pride of self."

The Inquisitor nodded thoughtfully. "So tell me, Marcus, what were you doing up in the stable loft today?"

Marcus blushed and lowered his eyes. "I was gratefully allowing a Brother to use me for his pleasure."

Albert sat up. "The Brother was possessing you? Fucking you?" Marcus nodded. "And you said that you gratefully allowed it. This means that it pleased you to be fucked by him?"

Again Marcus nodded. "Oh yes, my Lord! It is a great privilege to be of service to another man, to please him with my body in any way that he desires. I discovered this great vocation in the teachings of the Brothers here."

Albert sat back and steepled the fingers of his hands. "I was not aware of the extent of these teachings, Marcus. I will need to give them some thought."

For a few moments, neither of them spoke, until Marcus found the courage to say, "My Lo... Albert, it would be a great honor for me if you would take pleasure with me."

The Inquisitor opened his mouth to speak, then changed his mind. He sat in silence for a little. Then he sighed. "I cannot deny that you are an exceptionally attractive young man and that I desire you, but maybe in a way to which you are not accustomed. Come here."

Marcus stood and walked over to the older man who also came to his feet. And Albert began caressing Marcus' chest, gently. The boy was dumbfounded. "I have always been drawn to men with hair covered bodies," murmured Albert. "Possibly because the Lord saw fit to deprive me of such covering."

Marcus was even more astounded when the Lord Inquisitor knelt, gently gripped his growing cock and took it into his mouth. He had never received a blow job before, and now he began to learn what exquisite sensations he gave to the men he sucked. He wanted to protest, but it felt good, very good in fact. When he felt fingers probe at his hole, Marcus spread his legs and leaned forward, placing his hands on Albert's shoulders for support. Four fingers entered him easily and he groaned in pleasure as his anus was stretched. Then the thumb was pressed in as well and Marcus grunted in surprise as he felt the entire hand gradually force its way into his ass, until his burning sphincter was able to relax somewhat around the man's wrist.

Albert released the young man's cock and looked up at him. Marcus' expression showed his pleasure at taking the Inquisitor's fist inside his rectum. Albert fucked that ass with his hand for quite some time, seeing Marcus' pleasure, watching the youth's cock drool clear fluid onto his hairless chest. But eventually Albert's own desire became too strong to resist. When he withdrew his fist, Marcus almost cried out in disappointment.

Standing, Albert quickly disrobed, revealing a trim, well defined body, almost devoid of hair. His cock, of average size, arched up from the small patch of hair at his groin. "It is your turn now, my hairy young beauty," he said, kneeling on the armchair and presenting his tight ass. And between the firm cheeks Marcus saw the man's rosy pucker. "Fuck it, Marcus."

Marcus' hands were trembling as he placed them on the Lord Inquisitor's butt. He had never expected this, but realized that other men might take pleasure the same way he did, by allowing themselves to be used. Without using his hands, he guided his cock to the man's anus and pressed forward, watching in awe as the sphincter blossomed open and allowed his member inside.

"Oh yes," gasped Albert. "It feels good, Marcus. Such a big cock! Now take me the way you like to be taken!" So Marcus gave up all restraint and fucked the man violently, letting himself go to the feeling of tight warmth which enveloped his cock. He became deaf to Albert's words of encouragement as he tortured his own nipples, floating on the self-induced pain. And when he came, Marcus covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a scream of lust as he blasted his cum into the prelate's body.

"That was superb," whispered Albert a few minutes later when the youth withdrew from his ass. "I came twice while you were fucking me and you didn't even notice." Albert smiled at Marcus' embarrassment. The Inquisitor lifted the young man's genitals in his hand. "I wish you to spend the night and do it again, many times. Will you?"

Marcus nodded. "Anything which will please you."

"Good, but this is to be our secret, Marcus. I will inform the abbot that I require your assistance in the investigation and that you are to remain with me. Are we agreed?"

"Certainly, My ... Albert," said Marcus with a shy smile. He looked down at his cock, which was growing hard again in the man's hand. "I can read and write, so I can truly assist you by keeping notes."

Albert laughed. "Excellent!" He got to his feet and pulled Marcus into his arms. Reaching behind the youth, he spread Marcus' butt and plunged four fingers of each hand inside the young man's ass. Marcus gasped and ground his hips against the older man's. "Do it to me too, Marcus," breathed the prelate. Marcus grinned and complied, drawing a deep groan from the Inquisitor. As they worked one another's holes, Albert said, "I am afraid that my cock will not satisfy you, but have no fear, I have several implements, normally reserved for interrogation, which will open your delicious hole more than you believe possible."

Marcus smiled coyly. "Do you use them on yourself, Albert?"

The Inquisitor began to laugh, and so much that he was forced to pull away from the youth's arms and sit. When he managed to regain his composure, he nodded as he dried the tears from his eyes. "Yes, Marcus, I do, of course. What an impertinent brat you are!" And he smiled to show that his insult was a good natured one. "But now I have work to do before the day ends. Go summon the cook and return with him. You will transcribe our conversation. After that I will dictate my notes to you. I also must meet in private with the Father Abbot. After that, we will have the whole night together. Tomorrow we must conduct a search for the murder weapon, though I fear that it has already been washed and returned to its rightful place."

----- 5 -----

Marcus returned to the dormitory while the Lord Inquisitor was with the Abbot. All his duties had been suspended while he assisted the Inquisitor in his investigation. He had seen Brother Carl briefly, and his tutor was very pleased by young man's success. Marcus did not tell him anything of what he had done with Albert, but it was clear to the monk that he had been right in thinking that the Inquisitor had taken a liking to Marcus. Carl was not jealous, but he was slightly worried that the attention would go to the youth's head and undermine his training. But there was nothing he could do about it as long as the Lord Inquisitor was at the monastery.

While Marcus washed his face over a basin, he suddenly felt a hand caress his rear. He smiled, reached back and spread his buns. Fingers probed his hair-ringed anus, slipping inside. Moments later, they were replaced by a cock. Only when the member was fully inside him did Marcus look over his shoulder.

James smiled. "You promised, Marcus, and seeing your perfect ass, I could not resist."

"Indeed I did promise, James. Was it worth the wait?"

James nodded. "Oh yes, it's wonderful!"

Marcus straightened and pulled away from his friend. Before James could protest, Marcus said, "Take me on your bed, James. We will both be more comfortable."

Lying on his back, his legs drawn up to his chest, Marcus guided James' cock back to his hole and grunted as it was thrust inside. "Now fuck me hard and fast," he breathed. "For I must return to the Lord Inquisitor's lodgings within the hour."

And Marcus was knocking on the Inquisitor's door right on time. He found Albert pacing the room, deep in thought. "Shut the door and sit, Marcus." The postulate complied. "So far we have nothing. We have a murder victim, no suspect and what is worse, no apparent motive. Why, Marcus, would someone kill the poor boy and then sever his genitals? There is no evidence that he was anally penetrated, but I did discover traces of sperm in his mouth. So he was killed right after he sucked the murderer's cock."

Albert threw up his hands in resignation and sprawled in an armchair. His robe came open to bare his chest and Marcus had to suppress the urge to go suck those large nipples. For several minutes they sat in silence, then Albert stood and resumed his pacing. "The body was found in the kitchen, so our investigation must begin there. There is no sign of a struggle so it is likely that this is where the sexual act and the killing took place. Who could Charles have been servicing in the pantry?"

Marcus spoke up. "The cook, maybe, or one of the novices who help in the kitchen."

Albert stopped walking. "Yes, naturally. I shall need their names, Marcus. I will talk to them in the morning, and in the meantime, you will go and examine their robes, to see if you can find one which is torn. I will have the Abbot assign tasks to all of them so that you will not be disturbed. Be careful not to leave evidence of your search. If you discover anything, leave it there and report to me." Marcus nodded.

For a few more minutes, the Inquisitor stood, staring out the window at the night sky. Then he shrugged. "There's nothing more we can do tonight." He untied the sash of his robe and shrugged out of the garment, allowing it to fall on the floor. Then he sat in the armchair again, his legs wide. "Come suck my balls, Marcus. It helps me relax."

In a flash, Marcus was kneeling between the prelate's legs, licking the hairless orbs, taking one, then the other, then both into his mouth. Albert crossed his legs over the youth's back, holding him in place, and Marcus took the liberty of thrusting several finger's into Albert's now exposed anus.

For what seemed like hours, Marcus nursed the older man's balls. Albert showed his pleasure by raising his hips to meet the sucking mouth, grunting when the fingers were plunged into his ass. When Marcus thought that his knees would give out altogether, the Inquisitor finally released him. They were both breathless, but smiling.

Albert had Marcus stand, and cupped the postulate's balls in his hand. "So large, so hairy." His hand closed and Marcus gasped at the flower of pain, but his cock throbbed and released a thread of clear fluid. When they were released, his testicles dropped heavily and Albert swatted them, making them swing between Marcus' powerful thighs. Marcus grinned and rotated his hips, making his balls swing more.

Suddenly the Inquisitor stood. "On the bed and expose you ass," he ordered. While Marcus obeyed, Albert rummaged in his bag and drew out a strange device. "Doctors occasionally use things like this to perform examinations. I have had one made specially in order to achieve greater expansion." He smiled as he inserted the speculum into Marcus' ass and began to open it. Soon Marcus's face was twisted in a grimace of pain as his hole was stretched further open than he had ever thought was possible, and still the stretching continued. His body bathed in sweat, the hair on it matted down, Marcus applied his skills and transformed the pain to pleasure; his cock throbbed against his abdomen, leaking abundantly.

"Such a beautiful rosy color inside," murmured Albert. "The healthy color of youth." And he stopped opening the device. "During interrogation, I open men's holes far more than this," he said somberly. "But that usually leads to permanent damage."

The Inquisitor got on the bed and knelt over Marcus' head. He placed a hand on either side of the youth's hips, guided his cock into Marcus' mouth and began fucking. Marcus took it with ease, for the organ was considerably smaller than Brother Carl's; in fact, it was delightful to feel it slide over his tongue.

Albert was in no hurry, so even though his thrusts was violent, they were slow and regular. Since the boy's legs were drawn back, Albert had a perfect view of the impossibly stretched anus and it was on this that he focused. When eventually he decided to shoot, he paused and pushed his balls into Marcus' mouth alongside his dick. The feeling was exquisite and minutes later, the Inquisitor was in the throes of orgasm. Marcus drank the thick cream eagerly, relishing the taste of the man's cum.

Breathless, the prelate sat back and watched the muscular, hairy young man continue to suck his slowly wilting cock. Albert was fully aware that Marcus was a rare find, a truely selfless person who could devote himself totally to another man without asking anthing in return. And many would have used such a person thoughtlessly. But since Albert too was motivated mainly by giving, he opted to teach Marcus as much as he could and to try to help the youth find a man who would be worthy of his service. He doubted that Brother Carl was such a man.

Moving off the bed, Albert collapsed the speculum and withdrew it from Marcus' anus. But before the boy's sphincter could close, he inserted his hand. His fist entered with ease this time, for the anal muscle had been stretched wide for a long time. Marcus raised his head, groaning at the fullness he felt in his rectum, meeting the Inquisitor's eyes with a smile. The fist pressed inward, deeper. Marcus lay back, eyes closed, taking it all. Albert did not stop until most of his forearm was embedded in the young man's body.

The Inquisitor paused to look at Marcus. The youth's face was streaked with tears, but his expression and his massive hard-on showed that he was in ecstasy. For his part, Albert was pleased; he had never before achieved such depth of penetration outside of the interrogation cells, and in those cases his intent was not to give pleasure. He watched Marcus as he twisted his hand left and right and was rewarded with a gasp and a smile. Closing his free hand tightly round the base of Marcus' genitals, Albert slowly began fucking his fist in the postulate's ass.

Pain filled Marcus' mind: his insides stretched to accommodate the thrusting arm, his cock and balls were encircled in a vice-like grip. And he thrived on it, absorbed it, transformed it. His mind soared as the intense feelings washed through his physical being. Each time the hand sank into him, Marcus cried out, but he was unaware of this. He fought back the rapidly approaching orgasm, but it was useless. When he came, it was like nothing he had experience before. His cum shot high in the air before it splattered all over his face and chest and he howled.

----- 6 -----

The following morning, Marcus woke with a very sore ass, but the memory of what had happened that night made him smile. He was already hard. Beside him, Albert was sleeping face down. Without hesitation, Marcus mounted him. Albert woke with a muffled cry, then chuckled, spreading his legs wider. The fuck was rough and brief. Marcus pulled out shortly after having filled the Inquisitor's ass with his cream. Then he brought Albert to orgasm with his mouth.

Marcus left while the Lord Inquisitor dressed. He had to attend mass and then search the novices' dormitory. As promised, the dorm was empty and Marcus was able to conduct a very careful search, making sure that he left everything exactly as he had found it. He examined each robe carefully, but found none to which that small piece of cloth could belong. So the robe he was searching for was either in use or had been destroyed. Disappointed, Marcus returned to the Inquisitor's rooms.

There, he found Albert interviewing one of the novices, Philip, who was assigned to kitchen duty. The young man was clearly terrified of the Inquisitor for he kept wringing his hands in his lap and shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he stood before the prelate's desk. The presence of the naked postulate did nothing to ease his tension, for now he was distracted by Marcus' imposing member.

But the interview was over and Philip was clearly relieved when the Inquisitor told him to leave and send in the next novice. "This is the last one," said Albert when he and Marcus were left alone. "Nothing so far. Did you find anything?"

Marcus shook his head. "Nothing. Well, I did find a few plugs such as the one Brother Carl had me wear."

Albert's eyes opened in surprise and then he broke into laughter. "Go to my bags, Marcus. You will find several there." He watched in fascination as the postulate extracted one of the larger plugs, bent over to spread that wonderfully hairy butt, and inserted the object into his hole. Marcus was smiling when he turned round, and was now partly erect. Albert chuckled, and then there was a knock at the door, so he called out, "Come!"

The novice was about 20 years old, tall, dark hair, deep-set dark eyes. He bowed. "I am Bruce, my Lord."

Albert nodded. "Strip and give your robe to Marcus." The young man obeyed without hesitation, revealing a sculptured body with a light covering of black hair on his chest which became a thin line down his abdomen before reaching his dense pubic bush. Bruce stood with his hands clasped behind his back while Marcus examined the robe, and found a torn corner. Without a word, Marcus showed this to Albert.

The Inquisitor looked up at the novice, his expression stern. The novice was apparently stunned. For a moment he simply stood there gaping, then he lowered his head and sighed. "I should have confessed as soon as he was found dead but I was afraid I would be accused." Bruce paused and looked up, meeting Albert's fixed gaze. "I was with Charles in the pantry. He sucked my cock." The novice blushed slightly but continued. "He did that often, he liked it, he said. I left him there as soon as I shot. He was alive, I swear it! He was kneeling on the floor masturbating when I closed the door!"

Albert nodded and sat back, steepling his fingers. "Marcus, lock this young man in the bedroom while I speak with the Abbot. I will need to conduct a more complete interrogation." His meaning was obvious and Bruce paled noticeably. He began to protest but the Inquisitor raised his hand to silence him and stood. "You will have a chance to say more later."

When the prelate had left, Bruce dropped to his knees and clasped Marcus' legs. "Please, don't let him torture me! I didn't kill Charles, I swear!"

"I can't help you, Bruce. But if you didn't do it, who did?"

The novice shook his head. "I don't know. Charles loved to suck cock, and I know I wasn't the only one. We would take turns letting him do it. It could have been anyone. It was just my bad luck that my robe caught in the door when I was leaving." Bruce reached up and gripped Marcus' flaccid organ. "I do a good job too."

Marcus chuckled as he watched the young man toy with his cock. "Sucking me will do you no good, Bruce. I cannot prevent the Lord Inquisitor from questioning you."

Bruce dropped his hand from the postulate's cock, which was almost fully erect by now. He shrugged. "It's so big I probably couldn't take it anyway."

Marcus grinned and pulled the novice to his feet. "Listen, I have to lock you in the bedroom now. Try not to worry. If you're innocent, the Lord Inquisitor will believe you." Bruce nodded and allowed himself to be ushered into the other room.

When Albert returned half an hour later, he found Marcus sitting at his desk sorting out his papers. "Well, young man, do you wish to be present during the interrogation?"

Marcus shook his head. "I think he's innocent. He said that Charles was a notorious cock sucker and serviced a lot of men in that pantry."

Albert shook his head. "If that's true, it could be anyone. How will we find the criminal?"

Marcus was ready with the answer. "Easy. I'll take his place."

The Inquisitor laughed, but quickly turned serious. "No, Marcus, it's far too dangerous. You don't need to take such risks to suck cock!"

This time Marcus chuckled. "I know that, Albert. But have you got a better idea?" For several minutes, Albert pondered, and eventually shook his head. "It's done then," said Marcus. "Question Bruce if you must, but try not to damage him. I'm off to begin my own investigation."

"And where," asked Albert, drawing the postulant into his embrace.

Marcus pondered. "The rose garden. The gardener will spread the word that I'm hungry for cock."

Ten minutes later, Marcus found Brother Erasmus tending his roses. "I am sorry I was not able to accept your hospitality last night, Brother," he said quietly. "As you may know, the Lord Inquisitor has requested my assistance in his investigation." The monk nodded his acceptance of Marcus' apology, so Marcus went on. "But Brother, I dreamed of your beautiful big cock last night. I need it so badly!" The monk looked up sharply, then checked to make sure that no one was within hearing distance. "I am sure," continued Marcus, "that you will want to tell your friends that I will be in the stable loft every day after lunch, eager to serve any who honor me with their cocks."

The Brother's excitement was plain: his robe was tented out in front, unable to hide his rampant erection. "I will meet you there in ten minutes," he whispered. "A few select friends will follow."

Marcus lay face down on the hay. He had removed the plug from his ass and had spread his legs wide apart. He heard someone climbing the ladder but did not turn to look. Shortly afterwards, something pressed against his sphincter and entered him. It was Brother Erasmus. "Such a prefect ass," sighed the gardener as he sank his monstrous cock into it. "I brought Philip with me. Suck him slowly for he will take my place when I am finished."

Marcus raised his head. He had not seen the novice naked before and was impressed. The youth was very well built and very hairy, much like Marcus himself, except that his body hair was dark brown as opposed to the black of Marcus' growth. The cock which waved before his face was impressive, the balls large and drawn up. When Marcus opened his mouth, the large organ thrust inside and straight down his throat.

Marcus revelled in being used for the pleasure of these two men, in being fucked at both ends. The cock in his mouth moved slowly, languidly, for Philip was biding his time. Brother Erasmus, on the other hand, was pounding Marcus' ass with a vengeance, as he had the day before, brutally fucking his oversized member in the youth's body. The monk kept the hairy buns wide apart with his hands so he could watch his organ as it rammed in and out of the clutching ring of muscle.

Philip pulled his dick from Marcus' lips, turned and presented his hair-filled crack. Marcus attacked it with gusto, pressing his face between the young man's ass cheeks, probing with his tongue until he located the tight pucker. The sphincter relaxed immediately and Marcus pushed his tongue inside the velvety tunnel.

In the meantime, Bruce was tied spread-eagled to a St Andrew's cross in one of the monastery's cellar's. He was naked, and very heavy weights hung from his balls, stretching them painfully. The Lord Inquisitor stood before him. "Well, young man, do you still maintain that you are innocent?" When Bruce nodded, Albert proceeded to drive many long needles through the novice's nipples. Screams filled the room.

After Brother Erasmus had shot his load in Marcus' ass and hastily departed, Philip eagerly took the monk's place. He flipped Marcus onto his back, raised and spread his legs and sank his cock into the youth's hole. Head back, hands playing with his very prominent nipples, Philip began to fuck, and he did so even more violently than Brother Erasmus had. Marcus took it with joy, using both hands to keep his ass cheeks spread as far apart as possible.

The Lord Inquisitor held Bruce's limp member in his left hand, a needle in his right. The novice was sobbing. "My Lord, I swear I did not harm Charles!" Albert sighed and released the young man's cock. He was convinced. Swiftly he unbound the youth who collapsed into his arms. He was no closer to solving the mystery than before.

Philip paid no attention to Marcus as he pumped his cock in and out of the postulant's ass. Instead, his hands roamed over his own body, touching, caressing, stimulating. But Marcus did not mind. He drew satisfaction from the fact that Philip was taking pleasure inside him. Then he noticed that another novie had climbed into the loft and was disrobing. It was Andrew. Marcus only knew him by name, but had never spoken to him. Andrew was about 22, had blond hair and blue eyes, his body was trim, well defined and almost hairless.

Andrew knelt over Marcus' head and thrust his slightly under-sized erection into Marcus' mouth. Hairless balls settled on the bridge of Marcus' nose, and Andrew began fucking that mouth as brutally as Philip was fucking the postulate's ass. Reaching forward, Andrew closed his fist round the base of Marcus' genitals. "What a waste," he said. "Such a big, beautiful cock on one who doesn't use it."

Philip laughed heartily. "Yes, true. He could spilt you open with that thing. And look at his balls! They're much bigger than Charles' were. They must be full of sperm." Marcus stiffened at hearing the name. Now he was scared, but he tried to give no sign of it. "Why don't you drink his sperm, Andrew," continued Philip. "It might be good for you." Marcus heard a snarl, but moments later, a warm mouth engulfed his raging erection. Philip chuckled. "That's right, suck it! That's a real man's cock, not like that thing you have." Marcus felt Andrew tense in rage, but the novice did interrupt his mouth work.

The violent fucking, the vice-like grip round the base of his genitals and the mouth on his cock soon had their effect. His back arched, his groans cut off by the cock thrusting in his mouth, Marcus came, and copiously. Taken by surprise, Andrew choked and spluttered as the thick cream shot down his throat, but he swallowed as much as he could, and then licked up all that he had lost.

Lifting his head, Andrew murmured, "That was really good!"

Philip laughed. "Want more? Glad to oblige!" And he yanked his cock out of Marcus' ass. Andrew was on it in a flash. Philip groaned and moments later, cum was again seeping from the corners of Andrew's lips as he gulped his friend's juice.

Andrew pulled his cock from Marcus' mouth and knelt beside the postulant, fisting it rapidly. Philip and Marcus watched as Andrew grunted and came, spewing all over Marcus' hairy chest. Then the novice bent over and lapped up his own sperm, till Marcus' body was wet but clean.

"What a cum pig," said Philip in scorn as he dressed and turned to leave. He paused and looked over his shoulder with a lewd smile. "Maybe the Lord Inquisitor could stretch that little cock of yours to a decent size."

"Damn him," said Andrew after Philip had gone. "He insults me because he knows I can't live without his cock. Then I found Charles who had a beautiful cock too, but he wanted to suck, not be sucked. We might have worked something out, but now he's dead." Andrew paused and Marcus sat up. The novice suddenly smiled and reached for Marcus' semi-erect cock. "Now I've found this," he said. "Maybe I can be rid of Philip if you'll let me..."

Marcus smiled and pushed Andrew down. "Suck it," he said.

----- 7 -----

After lunch, Marcus and Albert were alone in the prelate's lodgings and Marcus referred everything that had happened. They agreed that Philip was a very likely suspect for the murder of Charles. The motive was probably jealousy, the fear of losing Andrew or rather his services. But they needed proof.

"The only way is to trap him," said Marcus. "To make him think that Andrew has given him up for me."

Albert shook his head. "It's too dangerous! I don't want to lose that big cock of yours either!"

Marcus laughed, then grimaced in pain as the Inquisitor crushed his balls in his fist. "Oh yes, hurt me!"

Albert's grip tightened but then he released the hairy testicles. "But I think you're right," he said. "There is no other way to prove his guilt. But first I will attempt to question him. If he does not break, then we will resort to your idea."

Less than an hour later, Philip was tied naked to the same wooden cross from which Bruce had hung earlier. His balls were already impossibly stretched and yet he refused to speak a single word. Albert was determined to do the utmost to get the truth while not causing permanent damage to the youth. He brought out his speculum and thrust it into the novice's hair-ringed anus. As the device stretched Philip's hole open, the young man began to sob, and then scream in pain. Albert asked, "Who murdered the postulate Charles?" But still there was no reply. So Albert brought out the needles.

That evening, while Marcus helped him undress, Albert sighed. "Philip was in great pain, but said nothing. I did not want to damage him too badly, so he will be out of the infirmary in a day or two. Use this time to win over the novice Andrew." Marcus nodded as he caressed the Inquisitor's cock and balls. For a few moments, neither spoke. But eventually Albert said, "I must confess that I am slightly jealous." Marcus looked up and the prelate nodded. "Yes, it's true. I feel deep affection for you. And yet we cannot be together for several reasons. My position will not allow me to be associated with young men, but above all, we both seek domination."

Marcus lowered his eyes, saddened, but he recognized the truth in what Albert had said. He cared deeply for the Inquisitor, but they could not truly satisfy each other. Marcus was happy only when he served and was used; The same was true for Albert.

The Inquisitor gently raised Marcus' head. "Don't be sad. We will be friends with a special secret."

Marcus turned and fled. Even though he knew Albert was right, his heart was broken. Without knowing what he was doing, he found himself outside the monastery and heading for the village below. He was still naked, but he didn't care. He ran and ran, tears streaming down his face, simply following the road to wherever it led. Eventually, he sank to the ground against a sign post on the outskirts of the village.

"You must be a new one in the monastery."

Marcus looked up. It was almost dark by now. The man bending over him was bare chested, massively built, and very hairy. His hair was jet black and he had short beard. His blue eyes made a sharp contrast to his dark complexion. Marcus could not help but notice the huge bulge in the man's pants, and started to become aroused.

The man chuckled as he saw the naked youth's cock swell. "Well well," he said. "Come back to my place and I'll show you what you want to see."

The wooden cabin was small but clean. Marcus sat on a chair as the man lit a fire. "Name's Jake," he said. "I live alone here. Don't see many good looking boys like you around here, especially not naked ones." Marcus blushed furiously at that. Jake walked over and groped himself. "You been staring at this all the time. I got a real big piece of meat here. Think you can handle it?"

Marcus nodded as he dropped to his knees in front of the man. He fumbled with the pants and got them down, revealing a truly mammoth cock and enormous balls. Marcus gaped and Jake laughed. "Told you it was big, kid," he said. "Always been looking for some hot man who can take good care of it." Marcus gave his answer by taking that foot long organ into his mouth, all the way, till his nose was buried in the dense black hair of Jake's crotch. Jake gasped in surprise. "Oh shit, kid! What do they teach you up there?"

Marcus drew back, smiling. "To give pleasure," he said. "But I never saw a cock as big as yours, nor such huge balls." And he began licking the hair covered orbs.

Jake chuckled, but he was very aroused. A superbly built, hairy young man was devouring his balls and he knew that soon he would be spreading the young man's ass. Jake had had many men and women in his life, though he soon discovered that women didn't really know how to please a man. Besides, men's bodies were more like his, and he was turned on by his own body, his cock, his thick body hair. Jake was a true narcissist, and would often masturbate while staring at his own reflection in a mirror. He cared little for his partner's enjoyment; all he wanted was to get off.

As if reading Jake's mind, Marcus sat back on his heels and said, "Will you fuck my hairy ass with that big cock?" Without knowing it, Marcus had found Jake's weakness: a hairy ass.

Jake stood, his enormous cock standing out from his groin. "On your back, kid. Let me see it." Marcus complied, drawing his legs back against his chest, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands, and relaxed his anus. Jake stared at the wide open hole. "Oh God," he gasped. "I have never seen anything more perfect!" Kneeling, he ran his hands over Marcus' firm ass, toyed with dense hair that grew in the crack and then slid a few fingers into the youth. "I see now that you have been taught well. How much can you take?"

"Anything you want. Your fist, if it pleases you. Maybe both." Jake's mouth dropped open and Marcus smiled. "Please fuck me now."

With a lewd grin, Jake leaned forward and sank his pole into Marcus' ass, all the way. Both men gasped in pleasure. Marcus' cock throbbed at the exquisite sensation of having such a huge member inside him. He used his skills to massage that organ with his rectal muscles, drawing a grunt of surprise from the big man. Jake gave himself over to lust and began to plow the muscular young man below him. For his part, Marcus let his mind soar on the pain/pleasure of the fuck. He knew that he had finally found a man he could serve, a man who would use him the way he wanted to be used and for whom he would do anything.

Jake was lost in the throes of passion. It had been a while since his last fuck and he was close already. A few more thrusts and with a howl he exploded, blasting his cum deep into Marcus' body. For many minutes, Jake remained motionless, catching his breath. But eventually he sat back on his heels, pulling his cock out. Their eyes met and they understood what they wanted.

"Will you stay with me, Marcus?" asked Jake. "Serve me and I will care for you."

Smiling, Marcus propped himself up on his elbows. "I have unfinished business in the monastery. I must return tomorrow. But when it is concluded, I will return to you, Jake, and serve you. I will be yours to use as you desire."

Jake beamed and pulled Marcus into his arms. For the first time in his life, he desired someone other than himself, and what was more, the young man wanted him too. Marcus would be leaving in the morning, but morning was still a long way off.

Jake pushed the postulate back and got to his feet. "Stay there and keep that hole open. I want to play with it a bit before I fuck it again." Smiling broadly, Marcus resumed his initial position. Shortly, Jake returned with several large agates. They were round and perfectly polished. After briefly caressing the youth's firm butt, Jake pressed one of the stones against Marcus' anus. Marcus' eyes opened wide in surprise, then he grinned and relaxed and the stone slid in. Another followed, and then a third. Marcus was in some discomfort, but his rampant erection betrayed his excitement.

"Now give them back to me," said Jake. With some effort, Marcus was able to expel the three stones into Jake's waiting hand. The exercise was repeated several times until the postulate had no difficulty in accepting and retaining five stones, and then expelling them again.

Jake reinserted the stones into his boy's ass (he was already thinking of Marcus as his) and then reached for Marcus' nipples. He worked them roughly between thumb and forefinger. "Nice and big," he said. "When you come back to me, I'll set a gold ring in each, linked with a chain. Would you like that?"

Marcus nodded eagerly. "I will be your slave. You can do anything you want to me."

Jake pondered on that. "My slave, yes. I think I'll put a third ring through your cock so I can keep you chained inside when I'm not around." Jake mauled Marcus' nipples in silence for several more minutes. Then, "Give me back the stones now. I'm ready to fuck you again."

----- 8 -----

Early the next morning, his ass sore from the night with Jake, Marcus found Andrew and Philip together in the laundry room. Speaking loudly enough for Philip to hear, he said to Andrew, "My balls are full of cum. Do you want it?" After a moment's hesitation, Andrew nodded and followed the muscular postulate out.

An hour later, Marcus knocked at the Lord Inquisitor's door. "Marcus, where have you been?" exclaimed Albert.

Marcus entered. "I have found my destiny," he said. "A man to serve and love. I will be leaving the order as soon as this murder is solved. I will be his."

For a moment, Albert said nothing. Then he gave a sad smile. "I hope you will be happy, Marcus," he said at last. "I will speak to the Abbot myself. You will have no problems in obtaining release from your vows."

Marcus nodded his thanks. "I saw Andrew and Philip this morning and proceeded according to our plan. I must say that Andrew sucks cock very well." Both men laughed at this. The tension was broken.

Albert drew the young postulate into his arms. "I will miss you, and your big cock," he said with a smile. He paused. "The mother house needs a gardener. Maybe I should speak with Brother Erasmus."

Marcus chuckled. "Do that, Albert. But now I'd better go look for Philip. I trust that you will not be far away."

By the time Marcus found Philip, it was after lunch. He approached the novice in the study hall and whispered, "Want to fuck me with your big cock?"

Uncaring of those who could see, Philip moved his right hand down between Marcus' legs and thrust four fingers into the postulate's ass, making Marcus grunt in surprise. "Yes," he hissed. "I'm going to teach you to leave Andrew alone! He's mine!"

Marcus shrugged. "He wanted to suck my cock."

"We'll see about that," Philip growled. "Be in the rose garden in ten minutes."

Marcus waited, both excited and frightened. The garden seemed deserted. He hoped that Albert was not far away, but he dared not call out. He looked down at himself: his bulging, hair-covered chest, his trim abdomen, his magnificent erection. But his biggest asset was hidden below his full balls: his anus. It was with this that he could give men greatest pleasure, that he would give Jake pleasure. Marcus slid his hand down his cock and toward that special hole.

"Yes, spread it open for me!" Marcus jerked his head up at the barked command. It was Philip. He was striding down the gravel path, his robe already open, revealing the novice's hirsute body and massive organ. Marcus forced himself to smile. He sat back and spread his legs wide, revealing his hole. Philip let out an audible groan. "Beautiful! Now stand up, hands on the bench, legs spread!"

Marcus was quick to obey. Strong hands grasped his slim hips and in an instant, Marcus felt the novice's cock thrust inside him. Marcus gasped. "Oh yes, Philip! Fuck me!"

"Best ass I've ever had," murmured Philip. "It's perfect! Why did you have to ruin everything by messing with Andrew?"

Philip's hands released Marcus' hips. One closed tightly round the base of the postulate's genitals, pulling firmly. The Marcus felt sharp metal there, a knife! He screamed, but heard Philip say, "I'm really sorry."

"Drop it," thundered a voice. Albert! Marcus heard the knife fall on the gravel. "Now back away from him." Marcus sighed as the novice stepped away, his cock pulling out of Marcus' ass. He straightened and turned. The Inquisitor had his stare fixed on Philip. "It will go better for you if you confess to the murder of the postulate Charles at once. Save yourself the agony of interrogation."

Philip lowered his head. After a moment, he nodded. "Yes, I did it."

That evening, Marcus and Albert stood embraced in the prelate's lodgings. "The abbot has released you from your vows, Marcus. You may go."

Marcus smiled. "Thank you, Albert." The young man kissed the Inquisitor on the cheek, then turned and left.

It was late by the time Marcus knocked on the door of Jake's cottage. The door opened and there he stood, shirtless, stunning. Dropping to his knees, Marcus said, "I am yours, my Master, if you will have me." Smiling broadly, Jake led the young man inside.

----- The End -----