Chapter 3
Over the next few years, young John continued to develop both mentally and physically. Thanks to his frequent trips to the priest's study, and less frequent ones to the monastery of the women, he also developed quite nicely sexually.
He had mixed feelings about visiting the convent. True, each such visit meant that he got to suck and lick tits, bums and cunts, and before leaving, get to stick his hard prick in one and do what they called fucking, but that did not happen before he had received a number of spankings on his bare arse, and, too often, beatings with a strap and with switches which left his body liberally marked.
When his mother once saw the marks on his body, John was forced to tell her that he had been sent to the monastery for punishment which had been ordained by the priest.
Scolding him, she assured the boy that he must have been evil to have merited such punishment and that he should be grateful to the holy nuns for taking up their time to look after his needs. He assured her in all honesty that he was most grateful to them and that he always thanked them after each visit.
In time, it was decided that John was old enough to enroll in the seminary to begin his training. It was a great day for his mother, and John shared her excitement. Experience had told him that while he had enjoyed his times with the priests and nuns, it would be far better when he himself was a priest and in a position to tell others what to do rather than always being told what was expected of him.
The priests, he noted, seemed to have full authority over the nuns, and that pleased him.
Life in the seminary was a strange mixture of the spiritual and the sexual. Many of the priests and teachers seemed extremely holy, and lectured at great length on the importance of holiness, virtue, and cleanliness of thought and action at all times.
He heard lectures which spoke of the temptations of the flesh and how they must be strongly resisted through prayer. These men, he knew, were most sincere and very pious indeed.
But there were others, a few of the older priests who took the young students, one at a time to their rooms for what was termed spiritual counseling.
Each time he was called to a room for such a purpose, John found himself naked with a naked older man. There was much playing with cocks until they became very stiff, then went into mouths or arse-holes where they remained until the stiffness was gone and the cock drained.
Of them all, there was one whom John feared and detested. The man was in his sixties, he guessed, but his big cock was still quite strong and active.
In the room, the old man would order John to strip naked at once and kneel before him. While the old priest lectured on the writings of Saint Paul which encouraged corporal punishment to cleanse the mind of sexual temptation, they would look through a book together. John did not understand the language of the text, but he did understand the illustrations which showed naked women being whipped and variously beaten and abused by other nude men and women. In all cases, the men had great long cocks which were always portrayed fully erect, sometimes with cream shooting out of them while they lashed the bare arses and backs of their female victims.
After much of this, John would be obliged to bend over the back of a chair with his hands gripping the arms. Armed with a cane then, the priest would take his stiff cock out and begin belaboring John's arse, back and thighs with a light, springy cane.
It was always a severe beating which caused the boy to cry out loudly and beg for mercy, and it always ended with the priest rubbing his lacerated arse with one hand while pulling himself off with the other.
His punishment was over, he knew, when he felt the big cock spraying cream all over his arse. After that, the man would massage it into his skin with his hand, then tell him to get dressed, leave the room, and keep his mind free from all sinful thoughts until the next lesson.
John guessed that it was his fair skin and well formed bum cheeks which made him such a favorite with the old man who so delighted in beating him and causing him to suffer.
The students did not discuss such experiences among themselves to any great degree. For one thing, it was a crime punishable by solitary confinement, fasting and beating, and, having witnessed such punishments, few cared to risk that for the sake of idle conversation.
As a result of the conflict between the spiritual and the sexual, John encountered in the seminary, a new and terrible conflict built up within him.
On the one hand, he saw the role of the priest as a man of God, a leader of the people, equipped to bring them, through prayer and good example, to salvation and eternal happiness.
He received many examples of this from the old priests who seemed to think of nothing but spiritual matters and who urged the students to follow in their footsteps.
And yet, there were the others. They always looked so much happier than the dedicated, spiritual ones. Their lives seemed to center in their cocks, they laughed at the old fools, as they called the spiritual ones, for believing all the garbage they preached, and made it clear that one must be a fool to turn down all the advantages available to any priest smart enough to take advantage of them.
By then, John had entered the advanced, final stages of his training. The vows he had already taken were sombre and very serious, yet he saw other ordained priests laugh while breaking them.
In the night, he had heard giggling female voices in the wing where the priests had private quarters. But despite all his best efforts, he could find no counsel on which he could really depend. The saintly ones advised him to do the same. When he asked them about priests who lay with women or sport with other males, they angrily denied that such things could be true.
Gradually, he forced himself to admit that the saintly ones, in denying that other priests used their cocks for purposes other than peeing, were lying to him. If he could not believe them in this matter, if he knew they were lying, then how could he believe them in other things?
At least, he reasoned, the other type of priest was to him, more honest. They did what they did and laughed at those who disagreed with their way of life.
Throughout his final years of study, John wrestled with his painful problem. More and more, he leaned toward a life of fun and pleasure, and yet he wanted some confirmation that he was taking the proper course and not committing a sin in thinking that way.
One night, shortly before he was due to be ordained, he knelt in prayer and meditation for a long time. What he wanted then, was not just some thought that would come into his mind and tell him which was the right course, but a more concrete demonstration from on high.
Before ceasing his meditation, he decided to put the supreme power to the test. I shall, he promised, live the saintly life of a priest and commit no sin, if I am given a sign from heaven.
As his sign, he chose the barren apple tree outside the window of the dormitory. It was bare and looked skeletally against the grey winter sky. If, in the morning, he promised, the tree has burst into blossom, then it will be my sign and I shall keep my promise for life.
He wakened in the morning to the sound of a rook cawing lustily outside, the ugly sound shattering the quiet of the dawn.
Remembering his promise, he hurried to the window and, with a cry of defeat, looked at the bare branches of the gnarled tree. He saw then that the rook he heard was perched on one of the upper branches. Instead of the positive sign he had hoped for, he found what he accepted as a negative one, one too strong to be dismissed or even seriously questioned.
The rook was black and ugly, unlike God's beautiful singing birds. It ate rotting carrion and looked for all the world like a creature of the devil. He had asked for a sign from God, he reasoned, and had received instead, one that surely must have come from the devil.
Having promised to accept and obey the sign he received in the morning, John accepted it. Because it had been so definite, he was able to do so with an ease which surprised and delighted him.
With a good heart, he put on a robe and hurried down the hall to the room of Father Jacob, a younger priest widely known in the seminary as the champion sexualist of them all.
Knocking, he was admitted at once, and though the priest was obviously tired, he seemed pleased at the visit and offered any help he could give.
Quickly and simply, John told of his request for a sign from above and of the results he had found in the morning. At this, the priest laughed merrily.
"There you have it, John," he said heartily, "you asked for a sign, and how could you have received a better one? A new life stretches ahead of you, my boy. Take it and enjoy it as I enjoy mine. In fact, let's drink to it."
"Drink to it, Father?"
"Right, my lad." With that he threw his robe open and displayed a stiff, throbbing prick. "You drink mine and I'll drink yours. Get your robe off lad and come to the bed."
John had not only seen that cock before, he had felt it as well, in his hand, in his mouth, and up his arsehole. It was as good a cock as any he had seen. At the sight of it, and the words of the man, John felt his own prick stiffening with desire.
Quickly, he threw his robe off and by the time he reached the bed, he had a stout bone-on. His cock had developed well over the years so that while it was not as big around as that of the priest, it was longer, close to eight inches in length, and with a nice big knob which looked most impressive when he pulled the skin back to bare it.
"Hurry, my boy," the other priest said as he lay on his side of the bed, "we have little time to spare before prayers and morning mass. We shall do each other at the same time."
Even as he spoke, he was pulling John to him, his hands cupping his ass. Seconds later each had the cock of the other in his mouth and was knob gobbling at a great rate. They came off at almost the same time, and each enjoyed starting the day with a nice drink of warm cream, so much better than the weak, insipid tea that was being served downstairs.
Two days later, John made his final vows and was ordained as a priest.