A Different Crusade (Closed)

[Armphid]

12 years ago

The room was dark, the only light coming from a few tall candles in sconces along walls of well-hewn and cunningly placed stone, held firmly together with mortar. It was one of many such monasteries throughout the nation and the world beyond; a place of great learning, wealth, and power.

A group of small boys, perhaps as old as five or six years, stood in a semi-circle with a large and heavy set of double doors behind them. Iron-shod and reinforced were the doors, and barred now with a thick and heavy plank of oak. Before them went steps, up to a higher, more brightly lit, level space which led to the door to the inner monastery. The boys were all clad in simple long tunics of undyed linen; hanging below their knees on all but the tallest of them, and sandals were on their feet. They had all bathed, and their young skin seemed to shine in the gloom.

At the top of the steps, a trio of monks stood, clad in long, sweeping, voluminous robes that hid their bodies from all view. The one in the middle stepped down a step and raised his hands, "Children, welcome to our humble Order. Some of you are here merely to be educated, and some are here to have a better life. That you shall have here, for though you will need to work, to learn, and to obey, your needs will be met and your minds and hearts opened." He paused and gestured to that inward door, "Though all of you shall be novitiates with us, only a few will be found worthy to join our Order and learn its' secrets. Be diligent and listen well, and perhaps it will be you. For if it is, then a whole new world of joys and delights will be opened up to you, and you will find a place in life undreamed of by you before." He turned back to the children and beneath his hood they could see a close trimmed beard and a smile. "I am the Abott; and you will see more of me if you are meant to be one of us."

A pair of well hidden doors on the walls right and left of the boys opened up, and the two monks flanking the Abbott descended the stairs. "These men will be your instructors and your masters for now," the Abott said, still standing at the top of the steps. "Learn what they have to teach, heed what they have to say, and obey their instructions. And we shall see what your place in our world is to be."

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Six Years Ago

Where once a group of boys stood in the antechamber, now only two stood there. They were taller and older now, starting on that strange journey from boyhood to manhood. Instead of only tunics, they now wore linen robes of bleached white and soft soled shoes. Behind each boy stood the Brother who was their teacher and mentor, and again the Abbott was at the top of the steps. "Brothers," he said, "you wish to raise these two as prospects for our Order?"

"We do," the one on the right answered. "They have all that is necessary save the training and seasoning of time."

The left one placed a hand on the shoulder of the tween in front of him, "We ask that they be allowed into the true monastery and trained further in our true ways. Let them learn now from our Brothers as well as from us, and deepen their knowledge of our ways, our lore, and our skills that few know of."

The Abbott nodded. "They have triple-sworn the Oath of the Prospect and the Oath of Secrecy?" The two monks nodded. The oaths were bound by magic and triple-swearing made them all but unbreakable. "Then by your recommendation, Brothers, let them come." He turned around and walked to the inner door, the other two monks moving up the stairs to stand behind and to either side of the senior monk. They gestured for their proteges to follow behind them.

The door opened and brilliant light spilled out into the hallway. The Abbott strode into it, the others after him. The door closed after them and the two boys gaped opened at what they saw. The parts of the monastery they had been in were stone and hard, lit but often dimly. This place was bright and cheery, still stone but torches burned alone with candles, the light caught and reflected my mirrors and shining glass. Magical lights there were as well, beaming bright warmth down on all who walked beneath.

The Abbott and their mentors all now paused and opened their robes and the boys blinked and gasped in amazement. Beneath the robes, each man wore strong and beautiful armor of metal and leather, well crafted and tooled, and each bore a weapon at his hip. They carried the burdens easily, suggesting at great strength and fitness in their bodies. "The first thing you shall now learn, is that our order is not merely one of learning and farming. We are a military order as well. Your minds shall still be trained, but now we shall also begin training your bodies in earnest."

The small group passed on through more brightly lit halls and passages. More armored and armed warrior monks passed them, all bowing to the Abbott and kissing his hand, smiling at the new students. There also other boys close to their age, clad as they were, though most of them wore leather armor as well, and more practice weapons made of wood. These all bowed as well, much deeper before they continued on their way.

They came to a door and the Abbott stopped, "Here the two of you shall stay. You will learn from your mentors most of all still, but you will have new teachers as well. Any member of the Order may ask you for service or train you; listen and study well." He then turned and smiled at the boys, setting one hand on a shoulder of each. "You will also learn of the bonds of Brotherhood and the strength and goodness of men together."

"You have not learned all our secrets yet and there are still places here where you must never go, and truths that will not be revealed until you are truly one of us. If you wish to enter those deepest and most wonderful places, and learn those incredible truths, then study and train hard. Do so, and perhaps I will speak to you again."

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Now

The two teens, almost men, stood beside one another in the brightly lit antechamber. Before them was a tall, towering door that led to the true inner monastery and the end towards which they had been training all this time. The youth on the right, his eighteenth birthday not even a month past, stirred nervously. "How much longer will we have to wait, do you think?"

Tomas was tall but not overly so, perhaps six feet in height, and had a lanky build; strong but supple and flexible. His body was all whip cord muscle under taut, smooth skin. His hair was a dark, sandy blond and his eyes a vibrant blue. Pert, plush lips pursed as his handsome, clean features shifted to an expression of nervous anticipation. His strong, youth body was free of hair, save for what was on his head, as part of the Initiation.

Like his friend and soon to be Brother in the Order, Tomas was clad in the garb on an Initiate. Which was not very much, actually. After years of wearing armor and a weapon under robes, he felt strangely free and eager in the simple loop of white fabric that was about his waist, the hem falling down to only barely cover his generous penis and scrotum. As he moved, it would give brief flashes of them though.

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Tomas couldn't help but wonder what the ceremony would be like and what further truths and wonders would await them. And training, for his mentor Alphus had hinted that a new training, and the best of all had not yet been given to them. Then the doors before them opened, and the Abbott's voice rolled out to greet them, "Come and enter our true home. Come and stand before us; so we may see you fully and induct into our Order. Come and kneel before us, your mentors and I, so that all your hard work and diligence may be rewarded and your training in our greatest and most pleasant art shall begin!"

Tomas and his friend drew even with one another and took a deep breath before marching into the large chamber beyond the door. There was more to the "true" monastery as the Brothers called this part of the large complex, but neither boy had ever been into even this part. They strode forward into a large, open, round chamber, rather like an amphitheater. There was a raised walkway, which they were walking down, that led to a circular dais that was raised above the floor of the chamber. The floor of the room curved up as it went out, with small sets of stairs or ramps leading to partially enclosed boxes or semi-private viewing areas, all of which had a clear view of the dais and what occurred there. There were long couches and padded chairs both in the boxes and spread out along the floor.

As the boys entered, they saw members of the Order lounging or sitting on them, all rising as the youths walked to the center of the chamber. They were all dressed as the boys had never seen before; they wore not the usual brown robes but robes of vibrant colors that seemed to indicate some kind of rank. Some wore red, others orange, yellow, green, blue, or purple. The robes were long and flowing, decorated with fine stitching and embroidery. The assembled men were all older than the boys; some only a few years but others by three decades or more. All were fit and strong, with defined muscular bodies. The boys could tell this because the fine and elaborate robes were all hung open to display the men's bodies. Their members all hung free and unencumbered; some hairy, some smooth, all starting to harden and swell as they eyed Tomas and his friend on their march to the dais. The men all stood up and turned attentively to the center of the room.

On the dais in the center waiting the Abbott and their mentors. Alphus, Tomas' mentor, wore a robe of blue as did his friend's mentor, the mighty warrior-monk Vayne. Both of their robes were open as well. Alphus long, thick manhood jutted out from his legs already hard and pulsing with virility, his heavy sack hanging behind it. He smiled at his charge as he approached and his eyes were proud and warm with something else that sent a tingle through the young man. He stood next to one of the long couches that littered the room, another beside Vayne. Next to each couch was a tall table with a goblet, a bottle of wine, and a few smaller bottles of unknown purpose. The Abbott stood furthest back, dressed alone in a robe of gold that shone magnificently. His body was hale despite his age and his phallus too seemed hungry and ready. "Come and kneel, Initiates of the Order."

Tomas and his comrade walked forward and knelt on spread knees, arms on their thighs as they had been taught. A murmur of appreciation went through the gathered Brothers. Alphus and Vayne each poured wine into a goblet while the Abbott spoke, "Brothers, these boys have come before us this day to become not only men, but Brothers themselves. They have passed every test, sworn every oath, done all that has been asked of them and endured trial and hardship to reach us. They have been cleansed in soul and body." Part of their preparation had been a long and thorough bath that had included the boys' first enema. "Now all that remains is for them to drink the sacred wine, to become men, and partake of the strength of the Brotherhood to begin their life with us." The Abbott raised his hands high, "Brothers, shall we have them?"

"Aye!" The word was called out from over two dozen throats, including those of the boys' mentors. Every man in the chamber had roared in affirmative and the room resonated with the power of the sound.

The Abbott looked down at the two young men and smiled. He reached down to them, his hands grazing over each young, warm chest before he took hold of their garments and then pulled them off to leave the two fully naked now. "Be true and bare now before us!" He straightened back up and lifted up a goblet, "My Brothers and Brothers to be! Raise high and drink of our sacred wine!" The Brothers all lifted up goblets or cups of their own and tipped them back, drinking deeply. After they drained their own, Alphus and Vayne refilled their goblets and gave them to the boys who raised them up and drank. The wine was the best they had at the monastery; with a rich flavor. As they drank a warmth spread through their bodies, far more than that of usual wine. They suddenly felt a powerful urge and want, similar to the urgings of primal nature each had felt before but far stronger.

The Abbott set down his goblet, "Now, you are all but Brothers. One last thing awaits." He looked at their mentors and his smile became a wicked grin. "These men have watched over you and taught you well, worked hard for your benefit. Now they shall make you men among us, be the first to take you and give you their strength. Then you will be our Brothers, and we will celebrate your arrival to us by sharing our strength with you and yours with us!"

 

[Gabe619]

Keldor knelt naked now before the Abbott, looking up at the old man in awe. His body had never felt so alive. His head felt a little foggy, but the desire that surged within him couldn't be denied. He had felt it before, fleetingly in his years here at the monastery, but nowhere near as powerful as this.

He glanced across at his best friend and comrade, Tomas who also looked at their Abbott and Master. Somehow it seemed Keldor was seeing his friend in a new light. His eyes took in the young mans body anew, seeing the muscular toned physique, the handsome face. Keldors eyes travelled downward and he licked his lips as they took in his friends growing cock. He had seen it many times before of course. While bathing, when they changed, at nights sometimes in their small room here at the monastery. But this time all he wanted to do was reach out and touch it.

A hand stroked his cheek and he turned his face to look up at his mentor, Vayne, who smiled down at him. But in his mentors eyes was a look Keldor had never seen before, lust, need, desire. It almost took his breath away. He saw Vayne's eyes traveling his own body just like his had done Tomas a second ago. He was proud in his own physique and took pleasure in his Master's look.

Keldor was 6'3", and unlike his friend Tomas his body was bulkier, but it was all muscle. Not an inch of fat would be found anywhere on it. Clean shaven, all over, as was the Orders rules, Keldors cock stood proudly erect now in front of the men he was about to call Brothers. It wasn't he saw, the biggest in the room, but at 7", quite thick, and cut, he felt it did him justice.

"My student, it is time for you to show your appreciation of my years of mentoring. Tonight, young Keldor, I will show you pleasures you have not even dreamt of. These Brothers will also be here for you, as you will be here for them. Tonight, you and Tomas will become ours, forever."

The words sent chills down Keldors spine. They carried promise and threat in equal measure, but Vaynes hand didn't once stop stroking his students short blonde hair and cheek. Vayne moved closer to Keldor, his impress penis becoming all that the young man could focus on. Behind him he heard the Abbott speak again.

"Let it begin!"

 

[Armphid]

Alphus had moved as Vayne had moving to stand directly in front of young Tomas. The youth's senses seemed to suddenly be filled with his mentor's body and the strange urges and heat he now felt. His eyes were on the long, hard, slightly up curving shaft and the bulbous head. His nose was full of musky, manly scent of the older man's dick and balls, so much so that he could almost taste it. He could feel the heat coming from the powerful organ and half fancied he could hear it pulsing with virility.

"These lessons, my Tomas," Alphus said with a smile on his sharp, noble features, "will be the best of all, I promise you. This night you will never forget. Nor will I." He reached down and ran a hand down the young man's cheek.

Behind him, the Abbott's voice rang out, "Let it begin!"

Alphus nodded, "Now, lean forward, Tomas and kiss the head of my cock." The boy licked his lips and took a deep breath before doing so. His lips were warm and soft and he felt the hot strength of the man as he pressed them to the purple crown in a long, sweet kiss. Alphus let out a soft groan and his smile grew, the boy shivering and a low whimper escaped him as he suddenly tasted a strange and salty/tangy liquid on his lips. "Lick it."

Tomas opened his mouth and leaned in more, his pink tongue licking up the slit of his mentor's cock and then around. There was a growling cheer from the assembled Brothers, and there were the sounds of men moving, re-seating themselves, and other sounds he was not familiar with but that sent tingles through him.

The taste was unlike anything Tomas had known. He didn't know how to describe it of think of it, but he wanted more. He heard his mentor speak, "Open and take it in. Suck as the bee does the honey."

Closing his eyes, the boy opened his mouth and took the head and first inch of the throbbing pole inside. His pert lips sealed around it and he started to suck cautiously at first, but then with increasing eagerness on the older man's dick.

 

[Gabe619]

Vayne followed Alphus example, guiding his students mouth to his rigid cock. Keldor reached out, slowly running his fingers along the length of Vayne's shaft sending shivers of pleasure through his mentor. Keldor looked up and smiled at his Master, happy to please him after all the years this man had watched over him.

Going on instinct alone, Keldor let his fingers slip around the wide girth of his mentors shaft and slowly he began to stroke it as he licked at the tip. From the base to the head, up and down his young hand moved. Wondering at the power he felt radiating from Vayne's cock, loving the smoothness, yet hardness. How it felt so right in his hand.

"Yesss." Vayne sighed his eyes closing briefly, simply enjoying his young charges experimental touches.

The sounds of pleasure filled the arena now as Keldor began to suck gently on the head of the mighty cock before him. He glanced to either side to see the men sitting around the room starting to move to each other, or simply laying on their couches slowly stroking themselves as they smiled down on the two newest Brothers of their order.

Keldor shivered as his body took pleasure in the sights, smells and noises around him and as Vayne stroked his soft hair, he pushed his pert mouth down further on his mentors cock, taking inch after thick inch into his mouth, before raising his head and repeating. His Masters groans and sighs his way of knowing what felt good. His own cock was standing straight up between his legs, throbbing with desire for a touch, a caress, but Keldor dared not do so. His full attention must be on his mentor he knew.

He sucked, licked and stroked for seemed like hours of intense pleasure, but was probably only minutes, before Vayne began to slowly buck his hips, now holding the young man before him still as he slid his cock in and out of the boys mouth.

"Yes, Vayne, take the boy, show him how his body belongs to the order now!" A man shouted encouragement from one of the nearby couches.

Seeming to take heed, Vayne rammed his cock deep into Keldors throat, the pain shot through the boy as he gagged, but his Master didn't stop or seem to notice. The wine Keldor had taken helped, relaxing his muscles, but the discomfort of having a thick, hard cock rammed down your throat for the first time still worried the boy. Trying to keep his head and not wanting to fail the initiation after years of harsh, sometimes brutal instruction, Keldor let one of his hands slip up Vaynes thick, muscled thigh to caress his hanging balls, while the other began to caress his mentors tight, toned ass.

 

[Armphid]

Tomas shivered as his mentor pushed more of his hard, hungry cock into the boy's mouth. It felt so strange and yet so wonderful; this hot, hard yet soft pole throbbing with power inside his own warm, wet mouth. The taste was good if unknown and he found himself sucking more eagerly at it.

There was a sudden warmth on his tongue and he tasted something new, salty and tangy. "Ohh, such an eager boy," Alphus moaned. "That is the herald of my essence, a sign you are doing well and that a man is aroused and wanting."

Tomas felt a vague thrill at those words. Had he done that to this wise and strong man? He felt his mentor's hands on his head, fingers moving through his hair. "Be careful of your teeth, my boy, but move now. Slide your head up and down on my manhood, lips sealed tight." He moaned loudly as Tomas did as he was told, the youth's head bobbing up and down on his cock. "Ahh, yes! Very good. Suck my cock, taste of it, this first time enjoying a man's strength for yourself."

The younger man moaned around the dick taking his virgin mouth. He could see that the Abbott had approached, and that Alphus and Vayne were using a hand each to stroke the mighty old man's mammoth cock and fondle his balls. All around them he could hear the noises of pleasure and enjoyment. His eyes moved and he saw the gathered Brothers sharing each other. Nearby, a younger man knelt and was sucking and slurping eagerly on the shaft of a man twenty years his senior. Not far from them, two men licked up and down either side of a third who lay between them, stroking a dick in each hand.

He started trying to copy what he saw of those using their mouths and a fresh groan from Alphus encouraged him. "Good boy. Mmm...watch your Brothers and, ahhh, learn from them. Soon they will all be with you and you with them. Once I have give you blessing twice and made you into one of us."

The Abbott laughed, "Give him it well, my son, but do not take too long. We would all give these beautiful boys our power this night."

 

[Gabe619]

Vayne laughed at the Abbotts words as he fucked his students willing wet mouth harder.

"Do not worry about that, Master. I think this young boy is about to suck the essence right out of me, his young mouth is so skilled for a virgin." The man groaned from deep in his throat as Keldor took pride hearing his Masters words and renewed his efforts to make the man cum.

He had the taste of Vayne's pre-cum on his tongue now, he wanted more, a lot more. He caressed his Masters hanging balls, feeling them tighten, hearing the older man groan and sigh above him he went to wrok on Vaynes rigid cock, feeling it throbbing againt his tongue. Vaynes hands curled into fists in Keldor's hair as he closed hsi eyes, gritted his teeth and cum in his students mouth. He held the boys head to him, forcing his cock deep so his shots of warm cum flew right down the boys throat. After a few long seconds of convulsin, the older man slowly pulled his cock from Keldors mouth, the boy red faced, gasping, but the happiness in his eyes at pleasuring his mentor shining bright.

"Well done my student. That was so amazing." Vayne bent down and kissed the boy on the mouth, tasting his own cum there, before looking up at Alphus and Tomas. "Now watch you friend take the seed of his mentor, see him become one with his Master as you have just become one with me, my son."