Prologue

Saint Michael's Orphanage is the last in the United States since its sister orphanage Saint Joseph's of Vermont was closed back in 1974. There are rumors and stories to this day of the abuse of children by the Sisters of Providence. The abuse included making girls eat their own vomit, beating and burning children, keeping them in seclusion restrained for hours or days, raping and even murdering young boys.

Saint Michael's however, run by the Brothers of Saint Michael, has a sterling reputation along with generous financing from a special group of men and has survived without even a hint of scandal. When Saint Michael's Orphanage was built, the backers of the project made sure the facility had everything boys could possibly want or need to grow up with healthy minds and bodies. The only added specification was the construction of a number of secret passageways and one-way mirrors in strategic locations. Some of those locations include the bathrooms, dormitory, medical examination room, pool house and gym showers. While some brothers know of their existence, their gratitude for the otherwise luxurious accommodations make the one-way mirrors hardly noticeable.

Chapter 1
The Induction

"Hello Mason, I'm Brother Chris. You are new here, so I need to ask you some questions, and I need you to answer me truthfully," the Brother said. "Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I guess," I agreed.

I was nervous, having just been dropped off by a social worker. I was told this was the nicest place to live and I should do everything I was asked to do, so they would let me stay.

"How old are you?" the brother asked.

"Hmm, I just turned 10," I responded.

Brother Chris seems really nice. He is wearing priest or monk like robes, but he is also young looking. I figured a monk would be old with a shaved head, but this guy looks like a college jock.

"I have all the information from your social worker. You don't have any living relatives, or at least none that you know about, is that right?"

"Yes," I admitted. I didn't like to think too much about my parents who were recently killed in a car crash.

"When you lived with your parents, when was the last time they saw you naked?"

"Uh, they didn't see me naked," I stammered, caught off guard by such an unusual personal question.

"Are you sure? Your mother or father never gave you a bath or helped you get dressed?"

"Well yeah, when I was little," I responded blushing a little. I didn't like to think of anyone seeing me naked.

"Was it your mother or your father who saw you naked?"

"Both, I guess. You know, back then."

"Have you seen your mother or father naked?"

"What? No, of course not," I said sharply, my embarrassment now obvious on my face and I started to fidget a bit in my chair.

"Are you sure? Your father never dressed with you in the room, or showered when you could see him?"

"Well yeah, one time. I had to pee and he was taking a shower. I saw him in the shower," I admitted, uncomfortable and wondering again why I was being asked such disturbing questions.

"Did you like looking at your father naked?" Brother Chris asked marking something down on his paper.

"No! I mean, yes. I like looking at my dad, you know, because he is my dad not because he is naked. I mean, there is nothing wrong with the way he looks naked. My dad looks just fine naked, but I don't usually see him that way," I struggled to explain. "I don't like perv on my dad you know. I just saw him that once…you know…naked." I was now praying for a hole in the floor big enough to swallow me up before my foot joined the other one already firmly parked in my big mouth.

"Did he have a big cock? You know what a cock is don't' you?"

"Of course I know…what that is. I don't know if it was big. I guess so; I mean it was a lot bigger than mine." I didn't usually say words like cock.

"So, you like looking at men's cocks. Does it excite you? Do you get an erection?"

"I didn't say I liked to look at men's…cocks."

"You looked at your dad's cock. Did it make you get hard? Answer me truthfully."

"No, it didn't. It was just a quick look because I had to pee," I explained again starting to get a little panicky.

"Mason, I think you are lying to me. I think you did get an erection while looking at your father's cock. Did you like him watching you pee?"

"He didn't watch me pee. He wouldn't do that," I objected again, starting to get upset.

"I think you like men watching you and that it turns you on. Are you willing to prove that you don't get excited looking at men's cocks and having them look at you?"

"Of course I want to prove it. I don't like men watching me," I stated emphatically. If they thought I was a pervert, they wouldn't let me stay. I didn't want to be sent away.

"Okay Mason, first let's find out if you like looking at men. Are you ready to do that?"

"Yes, I don't like looking at men!" I repeated loudly, stopping just short of full-on hysteria.

"If that is true, then you won't mind that I am not wearing anything under this robe," Brother Chris said moving one side of his robe so that Mason could see all of his left leg up to his crotch where his balls hung low and he could see them. "Mason, do you see my scrotum? I want you to describe it to me."

"Oh uh," I said licking my lips. "Well, they are kind of large balls hanging down and they have a little bit of blond hair on them." I didn't want to look, but the brother wasn't giving me much of a choice.

"Very good Mason," the brother said moving the other side of his robe away. Now Mason could see his entire crotch including his penis standing straight up. "Now, can you describe my cock?"

"Why are you making me do this?" I asked starting to break out in a sweat. I had never seen a fully erect adult penis before. It was making me feel funny. "Your uh, cock, is big and long and standing up. It has a big head on it. There is hair around it, but it isn't very long hair and it is blond."

"Very good, Mason. Now I need you to remove your pants so we can see if you like looking at men and boys or not?"

"No, don't make me do that," I begged even as my hand went to my waist to unfasten my jeans. I always did what my teachers told me to do. I didn't really consider disobeying. Unzipping, I slipped my jeans down to my ankles.

"Mason, I can see that your cock is hard in your underwear. That means you like looking at me and that's okay."

"It isn't hard really," I argued even though I knew it was.

"Pull down your underwear Mason. I want to see it."

"Nooo!" I groaned even as I slid my underwear down to my ankles on top of my jeans.

"You have a very nice cock, Mason. I like looking at it. I think you are a very nice-looking boy." We sat silently for a few minutes just looking at each other. "I think you like looking at me and I know I like looking at you. Mason, would you like for me to see you naked?"

"No. I don't want anyone to see me naked," I insisted even as my cock betrayed me by standing straight up.

"I think you are lying to me again. It makes you excited to think that I want to see you naked. So, I will ask you again Mason, would you like me to see you naked? If you do, then take off the rest of your clothes."

My hands had a mind of their own as I pulled my shirt over my head. Oddly, it made me feel more naked than pulling down my pants. I bent down to untie my shoes and then pull off my pants and underwear. With everything off, I slowly sat up in my chair, my hands under my legs. Looking Brother Chris in the eyes, I spread my knees. My face felt flushed and hot and I was sweating, while at the same time I was more excited than I had ever been before. Brother Chris's eyes slowly moved over my chest and then down to my crotch.

"Mason, you are a very handsome boy and I don't want you to ever forget that I really like looking at you. You never need to be embarrassed about showing me your body. I like seeing the little brown nipples on your chest. Your cock is very nice and hard and your balls look soft and smooth. Would you like to show me your butt? I would like to see it. If you want to show it to me, stand up and turn around."

The compliments from this good-looking guy made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Yes, I wanted to show him my butt. I stood up and turned around, spreading my legs a little.

"That's very nice Mason. Your back and butt have a very nice shape and size. Would you please turn around and face me again?"

I turned around, very aware that Brother Chris was watching. The brother had repositioned his robe so that everything was covered up again.

"Welcome to Saint Michael's, we are very pleased to have such a nice good-looking boy, like you, join us," Brother Chris said, his gentle brown eyes still roving over my naked body.

As Brother Chris purposely examined every inch of my naked body, I got a funny tingling in my privates and I stood up straighter, proudly letting my hard cock stick straight out. I think Brother Chris noticed, his mouth twitching briefly into a little smile before he continued talking.

"We only have one very strict rule that you must not break. You must not commit the sin of self-love. It is selfish and prideful. Do you know what I mean when I say self-love?"

"Yes, I think so. You mean I can't play with myself," I answered, surprised I could talk about masturbating with a complete stranger.

"That's right Mason. There are many ways to relieve what God has given to young boys such as yourself as you will learn in time, but it is not right for you to do so for yourself. So, thank you for being so open and honest with me. We may need to continue our interview at a later time, but for now you can get dressed and I will introduce you to the other boys."

Chapter 2
Secret Society

Living at Saint Michaels is wonderful. There is always good food, lots of other boys to hang with and they even buy us cool new clothes and shoes. A strict schedule keeps us all busy with school classes, homework and chores. But there is also lots of time to play basketball in the gym, soccer out on the grounds and swimming in the pool. Living in the dormitory with the other boys keeps me from ever feeling alone. While I still miss my parents, I am grateful for the brothers of Saint Michaels.

The dormitory where we sleep is a very large and very long rectangular room. In the middle section, there are bunk beds on each side of the room with an aisle down the middle. On both ends of the room, there is a common area with tables, chairs and an entertainment center with sofas and a big screen television. I like to sleep on an upper bunk with some of my new friends about my age on bunks around me. The older boys tend to sleep on the other side of the room across from us.

I think about my interview with Brother Chris a lot, especially at night. I remember how it made me feel; nervous but excited at the same time. I waited to see if he would interview me again. I wondered what questions he might ask.

I have always been a light sleeper and late one night something woke me. I saw one of the brothers come in and wake up one of the older boys. After some quiet whispering, he took the boy out of the room in his pajamas. Later the same night, the brother came back and did the same thing to one of the younger boys. I didn't think too much of it, figuring there must a good reason, like maybe they were sick or something. It did seem odd to me that when the boys came back much later, they were no longer wearing their pajamas. In fact, they climbed into bed naked and slept that way the rest of the night.

From then on, those two boys never wore their pajamas again; they always went to bed naked. When the other boys teased them, they wouldn't talk about it. I also noticed that one of the brothers would come in very late at night when all the boys except me were sleeping. The brother went straight over to the young boy who slept naked and pulled back the covers. I couldn't see what he was doing in the dim night-time lighting, but it seemed like he was putting something on him. Sometimes when I had a cold, my mom would put ointment on my chest at night. It was like that, but not just on his chest. The brother did the same thing to the older boy who slept naked. After that the two boys would moan and toss and turn in their sleep. I still thought maybe they were sick and the brother was putting medicine on them. But, during the day they seemed perfectly fine.

After a few nights of the same routine, the brother who administered the medicine also woke up another one of the older boys and took him out with him. I was surprised when later he came back for me. Following behind the brother in my pajamas, I figured I was finally going to find out what those other boys were doing.

The brother led me to a room that must be the medical center. There was an examination table and other medical equipment in the room. One entire wall was a big mirror. Brother Chris was sitting on a stool and the older boy who had left earlier was standing in front of him in his pajamas. Brother Chris smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. Since there were no other chairs in the room, I stood next to the older boy.

"Matt this is Mason, Mason this is Matt," Brother Chris introduced us. We nodded at each other. I had seen Matt around, of course, but the older boys didn't hang out much with us younger boys.

"Matt, I am going to ask you some questions and I need you to answer me truthfully. Can you do that?" Brother Chris asked looking directly into Matt's eyes. This reminded me of my own interview with Brother Chris. If the questions were as personal as they were for me, I felt sorry for Matt.

"Matt, where is your family now?"

"You already know that," Matt replied.

"I want you to tell me."

"My mother is dead and my father is in prison," Matt said looking down at his shoes.

"What about the rest of your family?"

"My brother…my brother is dead too," Matt said in a sad voice.

"Have you ever seen your brother naked?"

"Sure, lots of times. Brothers see each other naked sometimes. It's no big deal," he said defensively.

"When was the last time you saw your brother naked?"

"I used to wash his hair when he took a bath sometimes. He liked me to scrub his back," Matt said wistfully, lost in the memory.

"When was the last time your brother saw you naked?"

"Why are you asking these questions? I don't have to answer you," Matt retorted angrily. Brother Chris just looked sympathetic and waited patiently. "The night my father left."

"And what was happening when he saw you naked?"

"Why won't you leave this alone? I don't want to talk about it. You can't force me," Matt responded loudly. He was obviously upset now, and he started to pace back and forth across the room. I felt a bit out of place, but decided to just keep still.

"Matt, who does Mason remind you of?" Matt stopped pacing and glared at me.

"You bastard! You know he looks like my brother," Matt admitted to Brother Chris.

"I know you loved your brother and the two of you were very close. Isn't that so?"

"Yes," Matt whispered still staring at me.

"You and your brother shared a bedroom. Sometimes at night you would go and sit on the edge of his bed. What did you do then?"

"I would unbutton his pajama top and rub his chest with lotion. He liked it and it helped him breath better. He had allergies," Matt explained quietly.

"Would you like to do that to Mason? I don't think he would mind." I stood frozen, like a deer in headlights. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut it with a knife.

Matt was still staring at me and I kept my eyes down, trying not to stare back. When he reached over to unbutton my pajama top, I held my breath. He continued to unbutton until my top fell open. He reached in and caressed my chest running his hand over my nipples giving me goose bumps.

"Your brother liked for you to touch him like this at bedtime and I think you liked seeing and touching him too, didn't you? Someone did the same for you didn't they? Who was it?"

"My father," Matt whispered continuing to rub my shoulders and chest.

"He did that the night he left didn't he? Tell us what happened?"

Matt pulled the pajama top off my shoulders and let it fall on the floor. He hugged me from behind, holding me to him as he started telling his painful story.

"I had fooled around a little with my brother that night before going to bed myself. He was usually asleep when father came in to check on us but because we had been fooling around, that night he was still awake. Like usual, father checked on my brother and gave him a kiss on the forehead. I don't think he realized he was still awake. Then he came over and sat on the edge of my bed. I was still awake too but pretended not to be. He touched me like he usually did."

Brother Chris came over to us and gently took Matt by the shoulders moving him over to the examination table. He helped Matt up on the table and had him lay down on his back. I moved over to the foot of the table, watching as Brother Chris unbuttoned Matt's pajama top and laid it open. I liked looking at Matt's chest, he had large brown nipples over little mounds of smooth muscle. Matt raised up on his elbows and Brother Chris pushed his pajama top off his shoulders and down his arms so he could take it off.

"After a while when he knew I was awake, he took off my top and pulled down the covers so he could play with my…with me. I knew my brother was watching and it made me feel embarrassed. He had never seen our father mess around with me before."

As he said this, he was looking straight at me as though I was his brother watching him. Brother Chris started massaging his privates through his pajama. I could see that Matt was getting hard.

"It made me get horny of course and I couldn't help myself even though I knew he was watching us. I would…you know. Suck his cock."

Brother Chris moved his robe aside and Matt stared at his cock for a while before he put his hand on it and lowered his head to take it in his mouth. He sucked on it for a while, licking the head and taking it down his throat. Watching made me very excited, but I didn't want draw attention to myself.

"Matt, after you got your father hard what did he do?" Brother Chris asked in a quiet voice. Matt stopped sucking and settled back leaning on his elbows again.

"He stripped and fucked me," he whispered.

Brother Chris moved down to my end of the table and tugged at Matt's pajamas. He raised his hips to let them go. Pulling him down the examination table until his butt was at the edge Brother Chris pushed Matt's knees up to his chest.

"No, not like that," Matt turned over so he was standing on the floor with his chest on the exam table. He spread his legs a little.

Brother Chris moved aside his robe revealing his erection. I had seen his privates once before during my interview, but of course I had never seen an adult man have sex with anyone. I moved around to the side of the table out of the way but where I could continue to watch. Brother Chris made some preparation and then pushed himself in between Matt's butt cheeks. Matt lay with his head to the side, his eyes closed. The look on his face was one of pure contentment. There was no doubt in my mind that this little reenactment was triggering memories of his father.

Brother Chris pushed in and out slowly and from Matt's facial expression, he seemed to be enjoying the experience whole-heartedly. I could see Matt's cock sticking out between his legs under the table. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare. Matt opened his eyes and watched me watching him get fucked. I wanted him to know that I liked what I was seeing, so I pulled down my pajama bottoms and let them fall to my ankles. He looked my naked body up and down as he made noises of pleasure in response to the sensations in his ass. I discovered that I really liked Matt looking at my naked body almost as much as I liked watching him get fucked.

"What happened next?" Brother Chris asked Matt, continuing to stroke slowly in and out of his body. Matt answered him while looking me directly in the eyes.

"My brother ran and told my mom. She came in while my father was still inside me. She was screaming at him and threatening to call the police. They went out of the room and had a big fight. She forced him to leave and never come back."

Brother Chris stopped moving, but stayed inside of him. Matt was still watching me, his eyes filled with tears. I shook my head. I wanted him to know I would never tell; I would never hurt him like that.

"Did you ever see your father again?"

"Yes, at the trial," Matt said staring blankly now, lost in the memory. Brother Chris pulled out, letting his robes cover him again. He reached around Matt under the table, stroking him.

"Who found the bodies?"

"I did. I woke up one morning a couple of weeks after my father had left and the house was too quiet. I found both mom and my brother naked in my parent's bed." Matt stated without emotion.

"Did your father kill them?" Brother Chris prompted.

"I don't know."

"Did you ever ask him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I was afraid he would say yes," Matt whispered.

I felt terrible. I knew what it felt like when the police told me my parents had died, but to find them dead? That was too horrible to imagine.

Even after relaying such a sad story, the hand stroking him under the table could not be denied. Matt made noises as he spurted cum into Brother Chris's hand under the examination table. The story and the orgasm seemed to drain every ounce of energy from his body. Brother Chris held him in his arms, turning him around so he laid his head on his shoulder. I hugged him from the back, wanting to lend my strength and support. After some time, Matt stood on his own, but only looked down at his feet.

"Both of you have been very brave," Brother Chris complimented us. "I know these things are hard to hear and talk about. You are now part of a secret society of boys who have had and overcome similar experiences. I want you to acknowledge this by no longer wearing little boy pajamas. Each night a brother will come to you while you sleep and anoint you with oil. You are not to relieve yourself or each other until you have been summoned again. Do you understand?" We both nodded.

Chapter 3
The Anointing

The next night, the brother came to anoint us. After he pulled back the covers, he used a wet pad to smear the oil on my chest, penis and scrotum. It felt warm and slippery. He stroked my penis a few times and then took a big syringe out of his pocket. The syringe had a short blunt needle tip on it and he inserted it into my piss slit and squirted some of the oil inside my penis. That hurt a bit. Next, he raised my leg and inserted the tip into my ass and squirted quite a bit of the stuff up inside me. When he moved on to the other boys, I could tell what he was doing to them even though I couldn't actually see it in the dim light.

After five to ten minutes, the areas he had anointed started to feel warm. It made me feel horny and my penis got hard. Shortly after that my nipples, penis and balls felt hot and the stuff he had squirted everywhere else started to feel hot too. The inside of my penis and butt felt the worst. I wanted to rub it or touch it or do something to get relief. And then there were the dreams. I could see Brother Chris, his robe pulled aside; fucking Matt – except it was me on the table instead. It made me moan and toss and turn the rest of the night.

From then on, the four of us who were anointed at night began to take notice of each other. We knew what went on and how it felt. It made us feel like we shared something very intense between us. We sat near each other in classes and at meal times. When Matt changed his sleeping bunk to one away from his other friends, I moved mine to the bunk over his. Within a day or two, the other two boys had moved their beds to bunks next to ours. Now when the brother came to anoint us, we could see him do it to each other.

Matt started to find times to talk to me when we could be alone. Older boys didn't usually hang out much with us younger boys. I really liked being around Matt. Although he didn't talk much, he was nice to me when he wasn't hanging out with his older friends.

"Do I really remind you of your brother?" I asked Matt.

"Yes."

After sitting together silently for a while I asked, "Do you like Brother Chris?"

"Sure."

"Did you like what he did to you the last time? It looked like you did," I prompted.

"Yes, it made me think of my father," Matt admitted, "I suppose that is why he did it."

"Do you want him to do it again?" I asked hesitantly.

Another long pause before Matt whispered, "Yes."

"When do you think he will come get us again?"

"I don't know," Matt answered, "But I hope it is soon."

It is my job to help the boys who come to Saint Michael's integrate into the community as smoothly as possible. All of the boys that come to us are full of conflicted feelings forced upon us by our society. At a time when biology fills them with curiosity and powerful desires that scream yes, yes, yes! Society and the church tells them no, no, no! This creates conflicted feelings that manifest as low self-esteem, guilt and shame.

Young boys are naturally curious about their bodies, and if left alone to explore, that curiosity will experiment with each other. Unfortunately, most boys who come to us are not left alone to develop naturally. Some of them have experienced very traumatic events in their short lives, without an adult to help them express and overcome them. Sometimes a form of regression therapy can be used to uncover repressed memories often related to sexual experiences. That is where I come in. As the youngest brother at Saint Michael's, I try to be the adult the boys can relate with. I am the substitute parent, counselor, spiritual and sexual guide as they develop from boys to men. As we get older together, I will be replaced by a younger brother who will guide the next batch of young boys, as I continue to be available to my boys for the rest of my life and theirs. I consider it my vocation.

It is a myth that boys raised in an all-male environment become homosexuals. Men and boys have always adapted whenever the opposite sex is not available. Prisons, ships at sea, military, even the boy scouts. Boys and men will revert to sexual release with each other when needed. It is not necessarily an indication of their sexual orientation. In the past, the elders seriously discussed bringing in young women to assist in the sexual development of our boys. It was decided that providing prostitutes for young boys would be an even greater scandal, if it ever became known to the public.

Like the church at large, Saint Michael's discourages the act of self-love. Not because the Bible condemns masturbation; masturbation is never directly mentioned in the Bible. Besides the logistics of daily laundering stiff sheets, secret self-gratification is counterproductive to our teachings of loving interaction with each other. We believe in teaching boys self-discipline so they are not 'consumed with lust', but recognize the God given gift of biology, which includes sexual desire starting at an early age.

The 'ritual of anointing' the brothers have adopted is controversial but not unprecedented. There are many recorded instances, in Biblical times and today, of the 'laying on of hands' or 'anointing with oil' in healing rituals. Ointments often contained herbal remedies and have soothing properties relieve pain. Even Jesus's feet were anointed with oil after a long journey. Our ointment is a special formula of herbs and spices that stimulate blood flow and sexual desire. Overtly the body feels warmth from spices like cloves, fenugreek, cayenne and ginger. An oil scented with nutmeg, saffron, basil and yes, a little garlic, increases sexual thoughts and feelings, particularly while resting or sleeping.

The historical context of the Biblical condemnation of 'man must not lie with man', like so many Biblical instructions that have been turned into sins, represents the very practical concern of that particular time. All males were expected to perpetuate their family lineage by marrying and having children. We feel our boys are bit young to be worrying about that just yet, if ever.

I feel privileged to be assigned the responsibility of guiding my boys. When I look upon them, I marvel at their young beautiful bodies, their innocence, and their natural tendency to be completely open and honest. As a general rule, we learn duplicity later in life. I must constantly guard against coveting them for myself.

Chapter 4
Let the Healing Begin

"Boys, I have called you here tonight to end your period of catechesis," Brother Chris announced. "You have been very disciplined and deserve to be rewarded for your faithfulness. I am very proud of you. I will conduct your anointment with oil tonight myself and guide you through the cleansing ritual and further instruction."

It is very late, but none of us are sleepy. We have all been waiting to be called back, hoping the nightly torture of the anointing will end. It gives me dreams that I know must be sinful. Some of them are about Brother Chris, but others are about my brother. All of them end with me being fucked, causing me to toss and turn so much I actually fell out of bed a couple of times.

The four of us have been summoned, and are now standing naked in the medical center waiting for Brother Chris to anoint us again. Ryan is first in line. He is about my age with dirty blond hair. We have been swimming and working out together lately and I really like him. I wonder what terrible thing has happened to put him in this group, but I don't have the nerve to ask him. Brother Chris wipes the oil on his chest and penis. Now he is getting the plunger to insert the oil in his piss slit. I hate that part. He holds Ryan's penis in his hand and it starts to get a little bigger. Then he puts the tip inside of him and squirts some in. I know from experience that it burns a little and Ryan scrunches up his face. Brother Chris gives his penis a few strokes to work in the oil before he moves around behind. Ryan spreads his legs and Brother Chris uses his finger to massage his anus before sticking the tip of the plunger inside and filling him with the lubricating oil. A little dribbles down his leg.

Next is Damon, a cute little guy who looks like a younger version of Ryan. Brother Chris kneels down as he administers the oil. Damon makes some snuffling noises when it comes time to insert the syringe in the tip of his little penis. Brother Chris has him get on his hands and knees when he does his butt, and I get a good look at him with the syringe inside of him.

Now it's my turn, and I try to take it without showing any discomfort. Brother Chris spends some extra time fingering my ass before he fills it up with the oil. I feel sorry for Mason, I know he doesn't like having the oil put on him. His penis is hard already and Brother Chris seems to have some trouble getting the metal tip down inside of his little piss slit. Down on his hands and knees I see what a beautiful butt he has.

"Mason, let's start with you," Brother Chris said smiling at him. "Let's get you up on the table and the rest of you gather around." Brother Chris moves a portable step over beside the examination table so that Mason can climb up.

Of course, I have seen Mason naked, but somehow seeing him displayed on the table on his hands and knees makes him seem sexier and more vulnerable than ever before.

"I want you all to touch Mason all over his body," Brother Chris instructed. "You all know how it feels to be anointed and what you have wanted to do to your own body. I want you to do that for Mason."

We all start rubbing his body including Brother Chris. I wonder what it feels like to have this many hands rubbing and teasing your body all over. I position myself at the end of the table so I can reach between his legs, play with his round smooth testicles, and see his perfectly shaped little butt. I really like Mason; he is so cute and cuddly. He keeps me company when he could be off hanging with his friends. He also reminds me of my brother so much that sometimes I forget that he isn't. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brother, but I am also furious with him for having tattled. If I had known what he was going to do, I could have stopped him. All the times I had protected him, been so careful to not do anything that would scare him, or make him feel uncomfortable, when what I really wanted to do was fill his mouth up with my cock. We would still be together as a family, except he could not keep his mouth shut, the little shit.

A yelp from Mason, made me realize I had been squeezing his balls and hurting him. Just then I wanted to hurt him, to make him pay for what he did. Him and that bitch of a mother, why couldn't they just leave us alone? We weren't hurting anyone. Grabbing the base of his cock and his balls together, I gave a hard yank on them and then squeezed again. Mason let out another loud wail. I liked the sound, I wanted him to pay.

They were both naked when I found them. I had never seen my mother naked before, I didn't like looking at her. I didn't understand why my father would want her, when he could have me instead. For a while, I thought maybe I had walked in my sleep and killed them myself. But I was sure I would not have taken her clothes off. It seemed fitting that they were on the bed together; they had both betrayed us, after all. Another surge of rage went through me like a rushing wind.

With one hand I pulled his privates down to the table, making him spread his knees and lowering his ass. With my other hand, I pulled his hips back towards me until I could force his ass down onto my cock. Without any foreplay, I jammed it in, pulling his little butt back against me. He squealed and tried to squirm away. All I saw was my brother under me trying to squirm away like the little weasel he was, running away to tattle on us.

"Damn you, you little shit, why did you have to do that?" I growled while forcing him down harder on my cock.

My cock was on fire both inside and out. The oil in my piss slit made the inside of my shaft feel as if it was burning up. The oil from Mason's ass coated the outside of my shaft, and with each thrust the friction turned up the heat in his little chute until I was sure I would see flames shooting out of his ass.

"Damn you, damn you to hell you piece of shit," I yelled at him as I pounded his tiny boy hole.

Everyone backed away, watching me abuse Mason's ass, their faces frozen in shock. Mason let out a loud guttural noise each time I hit bottom, but otherwise let me abuse him without more struggling.

"Why didn't you let me explain? Why did you have to go to her?" I cried out shoving in hard and exploding deep inside.

It was like spurting molten lava coming up my oil coated shaft and out through the piss slit that had been lubricated and overheated all week. It made me gasp, my heart pounding. Mason groaned and collapsed flat on the table. The silence in the room was suddenly deafening. My delusion broke.

"Oh my God! What have I done?" I asked myself, horrified. "I am so sorry!"

I couldn't believe I had just raped and abused my best little buddy. Why didn't someone stop me? I was so ashamed. I felt someone hugging me from behind. It was Brother Chris. Mason turned over and slid off the table.

"Mason, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me," I lamented.

"It's okay. We're okay. Really," Mason said soothingly and he came and hugged me.

"It's not okay. I hurt you. I am so sorry," I apologized again hugging him hard against my chest.

"Matt, you aren't really mad at Mason, are you?" Brother Chris asked.

"No, of course not, I was mad at my brother. I was confused. I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never want to do that."

"Really, it's okay. I knew what was happening. I knew you weren't mad at me," Mason crooned.

"Thank you," I murmured bending down to kiss him on the lips.

I couldn't believe he could forgive me so easily after what I had done. Just then, I felt closer to this little guy than I ever had my own brother. Letting go of the past made me feel so much lighter. Who knew memories could be so heavy?

After watching what happened to Matt, I was afraid. I knew Brother Chris did things to make us face our past. I didn't want to face my past. Why couldn't you just put it behind you, and never think about it again? I sighed.

"Ryan, please come and sit on the table," Brother Chris instructed.

I knew what was coming. I didn't want to do it, but I also couldn't say no to Brother Chris.

"Damon, go and sit on Ryan's lap," the brother instructed him.

Damon came and sat next to me on the table. Looking at me apologetically, he awkwardly climbed on my lap. I instinctively put my arm around his chest to keep him from falling off. I could feel his bare butt on top of my cock. I knew what was coming next and it was already making me angry.

"Ryan, we want you to give us a little show. Let us see you play with Damon's cock," Brother Chris commanded.

"I know what you are doing. You aren't going to make me mad," I said back to him. My hand stroked Damon even while I protested doing it.

"Oh, I don't want to make you mad. We just want to have a little fun. Damon, isn't Ryan handsome? Why don't you give him a big kiss," Brother Chris suggested.

Damon half turned to comply so I didn't have a lot of choice. He turned his face up to mine and I kissed him on the lips. His lips were soft and moist. He was a good kisser.

"Come Damon, I think you can do better than that. Try again, we like watching two brothers kiss," Brother Chris teased.

Damon turned to me again and this time I felt his tongue licking at my lips. I tried to not let him in, but he was persistent and I couldn't resist tasting his tongue in my mouth.

"Hmm, I like watching that. I bet that made Ryan all horny. Damon, can you feel Ryan's cock under your butt? Why don't you fuck yourself with it?" Brother Chris instructed, shocking us with his extreme vulgarity.

"Stop it! Damon isn't my brother and you aren't my parents," I protested.

Damon was already grabbing my cock and pushing it against his hole. Of course, I wanted release just like everyone else. The oil made my cock hot to touch and Damon squirming on my lap made my own ass crave something hard shoved in it. The tip of my cock breached his barrier and his contracting sphincter squeezed the head while it slid up the oiled chute.

"Ahh," the acknowledgement of pleasure escaped me before I could stop it.

I threw back my head, trying not to give in to the command performance, even as Damon pushed down on top of my cock forcing it inside.

"Why are you doing this?" I agonized.

"You are so sexy, we like watching you," Brother Chris said innocently. "Don't you like to be watched?"

"No…yes…no," I groaned, my mind fuzzy and confused from simultaneous overwhelming feelings of pleasure and anger. "They paid for making us do that. I made them pay."

Damon was sliding up and down my pole making it impossible for me to ignore him. My hips started meeting him half way. Damn, his little butt was so tight, it was squeezing my cock all along the shaft.

"What did they do Ryan?" Brother Chris asked intensely. "How did they pay?"

"I killed them, alright," I confessed. "I killed them for what they did. Making us perform for their parties like whores. I wanted them dead and now they are."

I couldn't think straight with Damon bouncing up and down on my cock and the burning sensation in my cock and ass. Why couldn't I think? I needed to cum. Suddenly, I was back at the party with my brother riding me, while my father forced him up and down on my cock telling him to take it.

The crowd yelled "Fuck him harder! Harder!"

The hands, grabbing at my nipples, my balls, my ass. So many hands, coming at me from everywhere. Laughing, they were always laughing at us. My brother fucking himself on me, it shouldn't have felt good. It wasn't right that it felt good. Even after I shot my load, they just kept going, getting me hard again, so they could watch me fuck and be fucked.

Grabbing Damon, I crushed him against me and thrust up inside of him while a gusher came out of me. It just kept spurting as I squeezed Damon's chest in my embrace. Gasping, I kissed his neck, his shoulder and finally his mouth.

"You didn't kill them," Brother Chris corrected me while I struggled to get my breath back.

"I wanted them dead. I wished them dead," I repeated. "It was me."

"Wishing doesn't kill anyone. It was an accident, you didn't set the fire, you know this," Brother Chris argued.

"No! I killed them because I really wanted it to happen. I did it for both of us."

"Your brother would not have wanted you to kill for him. It is okay that you didn't kill them."

"You don't know that," I insisted.

"I do…and so do you," Brother Chris whispered.

Even knowing that I was being manipulated, I couldn't help it. I broke down and cried. My poor little brother had been so humiliated. We were the entertainment for their drunken soirees. My parents prompted requests from the crowd. Request by request, they demanded our clothes until we were both displayed naked in front of a drunken jeering crowd of partiers. The shouted commands from then only grew more perverse as the night wore on. I still remember the feeling of strangers pawing at my privates or grabbing my ass. Women exposed themselves so I could pleasure them with my tongue. Being younger did not save my brother, as he took the brunt of men finding things to shove in his ass, including their cocks.

The universal fascination of every drunken crowd was watching brothers fucking each other and being fucked. The more my brother yelled or cried while I fucked him, the better they liked it. Sometimes a stranger from the crowd, who could still get it up, would fuck me, while my parents watched laughing and smiling. All that mattered was entertaining their guests. See our sexy little boys? Wouldn't you like to fuck them?

I was still inside of Damon as I tried to get myself back under control. My hands unconsciously roamed over his perfect little body triggering feelings and memories I didn't want to relive. Damn Brother Chris for doing that.

"I am so proud of all of you. Only a little more and you will be ready to get some sleep," Brother Chris encouraged. "Now Matt and Ryan, it is time for your new adopted little brothers to give you the cleansing for the anointment you are still feeling."

As Ryan helped Damon down, Matt took his place on the table. I thought he might prefer Brother Chris, since his cock was so much bigger than mine was. I was pleased when Matt held out his arms to me and I climbed up between his legs. Matt pulled his legs up and I felt his hand on my cock as he guided me inside of him. Watching his face, I could see there was no pain or pressure; I simply slid inside like slipping on a glove. It was so warm and he gripped me tight enough it felt like little fingers gripping all along my cock.

"Hmm, you feel so good little bro," Matt murmured, a look of contentment on his face. "I am so sorry I hurt you, I promise never to do that again."

I loved Matt's body, his arms and shoulders were hard with muscle and his chest wasn't flat like mine. I wondered if I would ever have a body like his. He had his hands on my hips, guiding me in and out of him. I wanted to last a long time. I wanted to make it last forever. His nipples were the size of quarters and when I licked them, they tightened into hard little nubs.

"That's it buddy, harder," he encouraged me and then I pulled on his nipple with my teeth. "Ahh, that hurts – so good."

I moved up and nibbled at his lower lip. His lips were soft and warm. Matt put his leg over my shoulder so I could go deeper. I buried my cock in him until my balls bounced against his ass. His tongue tasted my lips, and then entered my mouth, taking my breath away. My cock was on fire now and I had to cum or explode.

"Yeah, put it all the way in me when you cum," Matt asked and I was more than willing to comply.

I was nervous; the other guys all seemed to know what they were doing. Next it would be my turn and I didn't have a clue. The inside of my penis still felt all hot and it was making me crazy, but I didn't want to try and fuck Ryan with everyone watching. Until today, I would never have even said the word fuck.

Mason was up on the table fucking Matt, and he looked really hot. My penis wasn't even as big as Mason's and I was skinnier. Maybe Brother Chris would do it instead of me. I looked over at him, and he was looking at me like he could read my mind. Crap, now he knew what a scaredy cat I was.

"Ready Ryan?" Brother Chris asked. "Damon, would you like some help?"

"Hmm, no thanks. I got this." I replied confidently. Why did I say that? What a dope!

Ryan got up on the table and lay down on his back. I knew he and Matt swam and worked out together. They both had those really tight muscles that were almost skinny but not really. I used the step stool Mason had used and climbed up on the table and got on my knees between Ryan's legs. His body was all laid out in front of me. I had never seen it all quite so close before.

I leaned forward and gripped his cock. It was soft and squishy in my hand. This close, I could see that Ryan shaved some hair off from around his cock. Lots of straight guys shaved their bodies now days. There was a rumor that you could only stay here until you got hair on your body and then they sent you away. I didn't think it was really true, but none of the boys here had pubic hair and if they did, they secretly shaved it off.

Ryan was flexible enough to pull his knees up and rest them on the table on either side of his head. This left his butt exposed and wide open. I must have been staring at it like a dope because Mason stepped up next to the table and caught my eye. Wetting his finger in his mouth, he reached over and started rubbing it around Ryan's butt hole. Still looking at me, he pushed it inside and Ryan squirmed a little. We smiled at each other. Wetting my own finger, I teased the exposed opening like Mason did before pushing inside. When I got a little noise from Ryan acknowledging my entry, I started really moving around in there. The oil quickly made my finger tingly and warm. The more I moved it around the more it tingled and the more Ryan squirmed.

Mason held up two fingers, indicating I should try inserting two fingers. Two fingers inside of him got groans and murmuring from Ryan. I liked the idea that I could make Ryan want more. My enthusiastic thrusts and exploring activated the oil until my fingers felt like tingly hot pokers. At the same time, I could feel Mason's hand feeling around on my thing.

"Man, your cock is so hard, it feels like it is made of steel," Mason said curiously. "Go ahead, stick it in there."

His hand was between my legs, grasping my balls and the base of my cock. He pushed me forward, guiding me to the target. Pulling out my fingers, I replaced it with my thing. I couldn't believe how good it felt, tight, soft and warm inside. So, this is fucking. I loved it.

The hand on my balls guided me forward until I couldn't go in any further. I felt myself pulsing, the tingly warm feeling spreading up my body from where it connected with Ryan. I didn't want to move ever again. Ryan's body clinched and released around mine over and over. Lying down on his chest, I could feel our bodies touching all over. His hands grabbed my butt and he rocked me back and forth causing me to move both inside and on top of him. I could feel his cock growing against my stomach, while I listened to his heartbeat, my ear against his hard chest.

I felt something sliding down my butt crack, stopping to circle the entrance to my body before pushing on inside. Mason finger fucked me, making my ass burn at the same time my cock did. I unconsciously made noises as I savored all the intense feelings inside of me. Everything was warm and tingly, building up more and more. Ryan's cock jerked against my stomach and I felt him spurt wet stuff between us. Inside of him, my own cock started to jerk over and over and over. When it was done, I just lay there. I wanted to cuddle up against Ryan's body and sleep.

I felt hands lifting me, rubbing the wet from my stomach and then laying me down on the table. Lips touched mine and I got a quick taste from his tongue inside my mouth.

"That was wicked little brother," Ryan whispered in my ear. "You okay?" I nodded without opening my eyes, just a big smile on my face.

"Thank you boys," Brother Chris said to the group. "That was – inspirational." He smiled.

"Now that you have completed the cleansing, it is time for your instructions and then you can go back and get some well-deserved rest."

Brother Chris went over to one of the medical cabinets, took out two glass bottles with stoppers in them, and handed them to Ryan and Matt. He then took out two syringes exactly like the one he had used for the anointment of oil. He demonstrated how to fill them up by taking the stopper out of one of the bottles, putting the syringe in the end and tipping the bottle until the oil could be sucked into the syringe by pulling on the plunger. He handed the full syringes over as well as a small pad that looked like a very small sponge.

"This is what you need to be able to administer the anointment of oil yourselves," Brother Chris instructed in a professor like tone. "Your mission will be to administer the anointment to each other and to demonstrate the cleansing. You will then give the anointment to anyone who asks for it. The only requirement is that each boy who receives the anointment for the first time must receive the anointment for three days in a row before receiving the cleansing."

"You mean you want us to do it in the dorm, in front of all the other boys?" Mason asked, a look of disbelief on his face.

"You will be my missionaries. There is no reason to hide the anointing or the cleansing. There is no shame in sharing your God given essence. You will show the way for your brothers to learn the discipline and enjoy the release without submitting to self-love."

"We will try Brother Chris," Matt assured him obediently.

"I know you will. I think you will be surprised at how receptive the other boys will be. Especially with such handsome boys as you four," Brother Chris complimented. "Now off with you."

Chapter 5
Missionaries

The next day the four of us got together after classes to discuss Brother Chris's instructions from the night before.

"Personally, I don't feel much like a missionary," I said. "You know some of the boys are going to be unmerciful, especially the older ones."

"What are we going to do? We can't let Brother Chris down," Ryan stated emphatically.

"Well, I for one, want to do it again. If we aren't supposed to hide it, then I don't see what other choice we have," Matt added. "What do you think Damon?"

"Why can't we do it the same way the Brothers did?" Damon asked. "They came in the middle of the night to do the anointing. Any of the other boys who are awake may be able to see a little but it won't be like we are putting on a show."

"Good thinking," Ryan chimed in. "Some of the boys will see we are doing something but the lighting is pretty dim at night. If they are curious enough about it, they will ask. Kind of lets us ease into it."

"Who is going to do the anointing?" I asked. Both Matt and Ryan raised their hands enthusiastically. "I guess you two can take turns."

I didn't usually spend too much time in what we called the 'catacombs', the secret passage ways reserved for the elders to observe the boys. Some brothers in the past had become obsessed with the ability to observe, and spent more time in the catacombs, than with the boys directly. I admit it is a constant temptation. The boys are convinced the brothers can read their minds and I have never disabused them of the idea. All of that intimate knowledge comes from the observations and video recordings made in the catacombs. When dealing with a couple dozen mischievous boys, an extra edge comes in handy. As you might expect, mischievous boys are most often mischievous under cover of darkness, which is why the catacombs are equipped with good quality night time goggles.

Tonight, I needed to observe and see if the seed I planted is likely to grow. Although I have every confidence in the boys, this is a critical time for the group. There is a natural tendency for one or more boys to become abusive, possessive and/or obsessive. Further guidance may be necessary. If I am honest with myself, I must admit that I love watching the boys together. My vanity drives me to keep my body in top physical condition, so the boys will look up to me and maybe even desire me. However, I must confess that I am envious of the smooth tight hairless bodies and innocence of my young boys.

At approximately the time the brother would normally do his anointing rounds, I observed Ryan stir from his bed. Naked, he uncovered Mason and then fumbled around a bit, trying to wet the anointing pad without pouring oil all over the floor. Finally succeeding, he stood on the edge of Matt's bed so he could easily reach Mason on the top bunk above him. He liberally applied oil to Mason's nipples, his penis and scrotum, and then continued down between his butt cheeks. He was certainly doing a thorough job!

Ryan was now stroking Mason's soft penis, preparing to insert the oil. I could tell Mason was awake, as he squirmed around from the feel of the oil and Ryan's hands. He made the slightest little gasp when the syringe entered his piss slit and the oil began to fill up his urethra. After completing the task, Ryan continued to stroke his penis, activating the oil he had applied to both inside and outside of his now stiffening cock.

Mason spread his legs, raising his little butt off the bed as Ryan continued to stroke and massage his cock and scrotum. Already over stimulated, Mason welcomed Ryan's hand as it slid down between his butt cheeks fingering his anus. After a few strokes around the entrance, Ryan slid in the syringe and injected a generous amount of the slippery oil. Abandoning the syringe and stoppered bottle on the edge of the bed, Ryan slid his finger into Mason's well-oiled butt. Mason immediately started pumping his butt up and down over Ryan's finger, as the oil inside of him became warm and tingly.

Mason's moans woke Matt, who got out of bed and retrieved the syringe and bottle from where Ryan had abandoned it. After refilling the syringe and reapplying the oil to the pad, Matt wiped the oil on Ryan's chest, as he continued to finger fuck Mason's ass. Ryan has a nice muscled chest and Matt wetted the mounds of chest muscle not just his nipples. Matt followed up, pinching and pulling on Ryan's nipples while he coated his cock that was already standing straight out from his narrow hips. Switching attention from his nipples to his genitals, Matt coated and then massaged Ryan's scrotum. Ryan took a wider stance continuing to play with Mason's ass, as Matt reached between his legs to pull and stretch out his ball sack.

Sitting down on his bed, Matt grabbed the hard cock bobbing in his face and inserted the syringe in the entrance while squirting in a little oil. Efficiently Matt got behind Ryan, reaching around him to stroke his cock while pushing the syringe into his ass and forcing in the remainder of the oil in the syringe.

As Matt cleaned and reloaded the syringe and continued on to Damon's bed, Ryan climbed up on Mason's bunk and positioned himself between his legs. Grabbing his gyrating butt with both hands, he dragged Mason back towards him and onto his waiting cock. As he slid inside, they both released a sigh of contentment.

After anointing Damon, Matt administered the oil to himself with the same efficiency he had demonstrated on the other two boys. I was curious to see if Damon, who was very shy, would submit to Matt the same way that Mason had with Ryan. I had not expected the boys to so quickly and freely switch partners. It was a good sign that the relationship between the boys was not exclusive or possessive, but easily shared between all of them.

As the boys continued to enjoy their release, I watched the room for who might be observing them. It seemed that all the boys continued to sleep except for one. Unfortunately, it was the least likely boy to receive the anointing as he is so young. At only 5 years old, I was not confident that he could or should participate in the anointing yet. However, I could not deny his interest as he sat up in bed, peering over at the boy's activities in the dim light.

After the completion of the cleansing, I was pleased to see that Mason and Ryan settled down to sleep together in Mason's narrow bunk. Damon and Matt did the same in Damon's. As the boys settled down, I took off my goggles. There would be nothing else to observe tonight and I resigned myself to return to my own room and a night of my own tossing and turning. The rule about self-love did not just apply to the boys.

"Why does that boy keep staring at us?" Mason asked nodding towards a cute little boy sitting at the next table.

"Maybe he's never seen a freak like you before," I joked ruffling Mason's hair. He ducked his head to avoid my hand messing up his carefully product enabled quiff.

"No seriously, he has been watching us all through lunch. Do you think he saw us last night?"

"You're just being paranoid. You think everyone that looks at us funny saw us last night, but no one has said anything. I think everyone was asleep," Ryan said cleaning up the debris from the table where the four of us had lunch together.

"He is so young, he probably can't even get a stiffy," I guessed, preparing to leave for my next class.

"I guess we will find out, because he is coming over," Mason observed watching the boy approach.

"Hey, are you guys leaving already?" the boy asked, stopping at the head of the table.

"Yeah, almost time for class. Is there something we can do for you?" Mason inquired trying to be polite.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you about what you were doing last night?"

Mason glared at Ryan with an 'I told you so' look. I didn't know his name, but that wasn't unusual. He was young enough that we would not be in any of the same classes or hang with the same kids. He was cute in an innocent little boy way. He had shaggy brown hair with big brown eyes and he looked at you in the eyes when he talked to you. His voice sounded older than he looked and he had a sophisticated accent that I couldn't quite place; maybe New York.

"What is it you think you saw?" Mason responded.

"The four of you were messing around with each other," the boy answered confidently holding his ground against the four older boys. "Is that allowed?"

The question took me by surprise. It had not occurred to me that other boys would think we were doing something wrong or sinful.

"We have instructions from Brother Chris," I said defensively. He turned those big brown eyes on me and I felt like I was under interrogation.

"What instructions? Why just the four of you? If you aren't doing anything wrong, why are you sneaking around in the middle of the night? Are you going to do it again?"

"Whoa, big guy, slow down," I laughed, holding my hand up to get him to stop asking questions. "Let's start over. First, what is your name and how old are you. You look like maybe seven."

"My name is Davey and I'm five, almost six. I'm the youngest kid here, but don't think I am just a stupid little kid. I know what I saw," he said with a determined look on his face.

I held my hands up in a 'I surrender' gesture. "Okay, you got us. We have to get to class right now, but if you meet us in the pool house after dinner, we will tell you anything you want to know," I assured him.

"Right. But you better not just be jamming me up," Davey warned.

"Wouldn't dare," I replied hiding a smile as Davey walked away. It was like being threatened by an oversized toddler. The little guy had balls; I will give him that.

"What are we going to do?" Mason asked. "That kid is way too young to…you know."

"Brother Chris said we had to give it to anyone who asks," Damon reminded us. "What if he asks?"

"Do kids that young even get off?" Ryan asked. "I certainly never did. I really was just a dumb little kid back then."

"We don't need to worry unless he insists on it. After he knows the details, he will probably just say no way and forget about it," I suggested optimistically. "Now we really do have to get to class. See you all at the pool house after dinner."

Chapter 6
Sex Ed

It was decided Ryan would be the spokesman and explain the anointing to Davey. To a young kid like Davey, an older boy would be more impressive than if someone like me who was closer to his age did the talking. I thought Ryan should be naked when he gave the talk. I know I was impressed with Ryan's body, so it was a given that Davey would be too. Ryan wasn't too keen on the idea and after much discussion, it was decided everyone would be in their swimsuits. It was the pool house after all.

Having finished our dinner early, we gathered in the pool house and changed into our swimwear. Despite just finishing dinner, Matt and Ryan began swimming laps while we waited for Davey to show up. Damon and I watched from the side of the pool, having decided between us that someone had to be available to save the older boys if they got a cramp from not waiting for the obligatory 'half hour after eating before swimming' rule.

Just as we were beginning to think Davey had stood us up, he arrived with three other boys in tow. After we recovered from the surprise of three more boys, Damon and I herded them into the pool house and got them seated on a changing bench. The boys chattered among themselves, making snide remarks and making a general nuisance of themselves.

"What's this Davey?" the tallest of Davey's cadre piped up. "You promised us an anointing. These pip squeaks don't look like priests to me. Last time I was anointed, it was a little oil on my forehead in the shape of a cross. These guys are just making this stuff up."

"Yeah, I think you just caught them diddling themselves," another boy about my age with handsome dark features added.

"Maybe they are going to put on a show for us," the third blondie sneered, trying to act big, even though he was only slightly older than Davey.

Damon was blushing and looked about ready to bolt. I stood in front of the group clenching my fists, thinking how each one would look after I put my fist in their face. Fortunately, Ryan walked in just then and the room was suddenly silent.

Ryan was wet from his swim; the competition speedo clinging to his hips like a second skin. With water dripping from his close-cropped hair, the water glistened on his broad shoulders and hard muscled chest. His glare at the lineup of younger boys immediately cowed them into submission.

"You think this is funny, do you?" Ryan challenged them. "You think this is a game?"

No one spoke. The boys looked at each other, with a 'it wasn't me' expression on their faces.

"Brother Chris said we had to instruct anyone who asked, but I don't think he knows what a bunch of pathetic goof balls you are," Ryan said excoriating their fragile young egos. "You want to know what the anointing is? You have to strip and make yourself worthy first."

The boys did more looking at each other. It was one thing to just show up; it was another to put some skin in the game. Pun intended. No one spoke.

After an awkward period of silence with Ryan glaring at them with his arms crossed, Davey was the first to stand up and start removing his clothes. The little guy ignored his friends while he stripped, focusing only on Ryan. The other three followed Davey's example and began removing their clothes but with some grumbling about perverts just wanting to get them naked.

"Okay, now tell me," A naked Davey demanded.

So Ryan did.

"So, if I have this right. You come in the middle of the night and put stuff in my dink and in my butt that gets hot and makes me horny. And if I can take it for three days in a row, then you – you personally – come and give me the cleansing that makes me feel all good?" Davey summarized.

Ryan nodded.

"The three days is so I learn to control myself and not become some sex junkie and play with myself all the time," Davey added.

Ryan nodded again.

"Okay, I'm in," Davey declared without any hesitation.

The other three boys hemmed and hawed but eventually gave their consent to be anointed. Crap! Now we had to figure out how to administer the anointing and cleansing to a five-year-old. It was time for some help from Brother Chris.

After searching everywhere we could think of and asking some of the other brothers; we had to give up. No one had seen or heard from Brother Chris recently.

Everyone was freaking out about Davey being part of the first group of boys to receive the anointing. I couldn't help it; I liked the little guy. When he stood there naked and defiant tonight, staring up at me with those big brown eyes, I wanted to throw him over my shoulder and run away with him. I don't know what it is about him. There are other boys who are just as cute and more developed, but Davey just gets me going. So, when I volunteered to give him the anointing, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

Since we couldn't find Brother Chris to instruct us on what to do about Davey, I decided to treat him just like all the other boys unless there was a reason not to. Matt was assigned to anoint the other three boys and after that we would do each other like before.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. It was impossible to concentrate on homework, my thoughts kept jumping to the lineup of naked boys in the pool house. One of the boys was uncircumcised, unusual only because most of us were circumcised at birth. The boy's black hair and thick black eyebrows gave him a handsome intense look. I wondered what it would be like to play with his cock. And then there was Davey. Not fat or skinny, but like a miniature of the body he would have in a few years when he was older. I was sure Davey had never had anyone touch him the way I intended to touch him tonight. He was a virgin in every sense of the word. Would I freak him out? What if he started crying or screaming? Somehow, I just knew that wasn't going to happen. We had a connection. My cock had stayed hard all evening just thinking about him. Since we were expected to get into bed naked, I was hoping it would go down before then.

When it was finally time to go to bed, I felt Davey's eyes on me as I undressed. I acted indifferent, but I liked it enough that I made sure he saw my half erect cock before climbing into bed and pulling up the covers. Davey slept on a top bunk and I saw him climb up wearing his pajamas. The boys knew they were supposed to be nude to receive the anointing. The lights dimmed, but I couldn't sleep. I wasn't able to see Davey from the bottom bunk where I slept, but I knew he was there waiting for me. I tossed and turned as though I already had the oil in me.

I decided to give myself the oil before anointing Davey. I wanted to feel the warmth inside of me when I touched him. It was a bit dangerous. Would I be able to control myself and not go too far? Maybe I didn't care.

Getting out the bottle and the syringe, I put plenty of oil on my chest and coated the outside of my cock and balls. Inserting the needle into my semi erect penis, I almost gasped out loud at the feeling of the metal sliding down inside of me. I pushed it all the way in before releasing the oil. I could feel it moving down inside my cock. I pulled the needle out and pushed it back in a couple of times, my cock getting harder each time I penetrated it. This was the first time I had liked the feeling of the needle inside of me. Was it because I was already horny thinking about Davey?

Reluctantly I pulled the needle out of my cock and reached between my legs to insert the tip into my ass. With the tip inside of me, I used the swab to wipe oil all along my butt crack. Pushing the plunger, I unloaded the rest of the oil inside of me and felt it saturating my gut, the warmth already starting to build.

Using an antiseptic wipe, I prepared and reloaded the syringe; getting it ready for Davey. When I couldn't wait any longer, I threw back the covers and quietly found my way to Davey's bunk. I was tall enough I could reach the top bunk, but it was easier if I stood on the edge of the bottom bunk. The bunk under Davey's was empty, and I decided at the last moment that I wanted Davey to be able to see me while I was anointing him as much as I wanted to see him.

Pulling back the covers, I could make out that Davey was naked. He must have taken off his pajamas sometime after getting into bed. Getting my arm under his knees and the other under his back, I was able to pull him off the bed into my arms. He wasn't that heavy and I was able to easily lay him down on the bottom bunk. He was awake. The light glinted off his eyes and I knew he was watching me.

Forcing his legs apart, I knelt between them. He was small enough that it made him stretch a bit and his legs wrapped around the back of mine. I sat back on my legs and let him look at me while I did the same to him. It felt good where our legs touched. My cock was throbbing already, and he watched it every time it moved on its own. He kept his arms ridged at his sides and I sensed his anxiety. I tried to move slowly, no sudden moves, so he could see everything before it happened.

Slowly I put my hand on his stomach. He was shaking, the involuntary shudder echoing up through my hand. His skin was soft and warm. It made me want to pet him like a cat when it purrs. Pulling him up by the shoulders I hugged him to my chest. Our bodies touching, I held him in my arms until the shaking stopped. I rubbed his back pulling his head against my chest. With him held against me, my cock rubbed against his stomach making me unbearably horny.

Slowly I let my hand come up his back and feel his shoulder. Running my fingers lightly down his arm, I touched his hand. He grasped my fingers hard and held on. Raising his hand to my mouth, I kissed the back of his hand. Slowly I pried open a finger and slid it into my mouth. After sucking on it for a few minutes I pried another one loose and put it in my mouth. A little involuntary sound came from where his head still laid against my chest. Keeping his fingers in my mouth, I released his hand and put mine on his chest. My fingers automatically finding and playing with his nipple.

More little sounds from him. Putting both hands under his buttocks I pulled him up against me so that his little penis rubbed against my bigger one. I could feel him squirming against me causing waves of hot warmth to pulse up and down inside my cock. If I wasn't careful, it would all be over before it ever began.

I laid him back down on the bunk and swabbed his chest with oil. Using my thumbs, I massaged the oil into his flat little nipples. The nubs tightened as I teased them. Holding his privates in my hand I coated them with oil and gently stroked them, pulling on both his penis and ball sac. Just to be sure, I coated them a second time after his penis stood at its full potential.

Now came the tricky part. Holding his hard little penis in my hand, I tried to feel for the opening I knew was there. With the dim light and Davey's smaller size it was difficult to judge precisely the position and angle required for the syringe. I was terrified that I would hurt him.

Bending over him, I took his little cock in my mouth swirling my tongue over the head. The oil tasted unpleasant, but I ignored it. With my more sensitive tongue, I was able to feel and tease the opening to his shaft. Lining up the syringe, I replaced my tongue with the metal tip. Davey's body tensed and I felt his hand on mine. Instead of pulling back, he slowly guided it forward until about half of the metal tip was inside of him. I didn't wait, but pushed the plunger to unload the oil. I knew that sometimes it burned it little as it flowed down the shaft. If it hurt, I couldn't tell, he took it like a champ.

Relieved the penetration of his penis went so well, I gladly moved on to his cute little butt. Swabbing between his cheeks, I spent extra time probing around his sphincter. He was super sensitive to my every touch and squirmed against my hand as I played with his ass. Eventually I got around to inserting the syringe and unloaded the rest of the oil inside of him. Pulling out the syringe, I rubbed my hand up and down between his cheeks, feeling the spot that had just recently been penetrated by the syringe. His quiet acceptance of everything I did to him really turned me on. As I looked at him lying spread eagle in front of me, so trusting and vulnerable, I could barely restrain myself from going too far with him.

Matt suddenly appeared beside the bed peering down at us curiously. Seeing he had my attention, he gave me a thumbs up indicating he had successfully anointed the other three boys. Matt is a handsome guy. We had become great friends while swimming, running and working out together. He was just what I needed to give me the relief I needed so badly. The idea of Davey watching us was an additional turn on.

Reaching out for Matt's cock, I could tell he had been anointed already. The slick oil and the warmth of his skin felt good in my hand. Davey's big brown eyes reflected the dim light as he watched me stroke an older boy's developed manhood. Pulling Matt closer I licked the head of his cock, fascinated with the feel of his piss slit on my tongue. Unlike Davey, I could work the end of my tongue into the entrance of his shaft while my hand stretched and kneaded his oil slicked balls. Matt made groaning noises that was sure to wake any of the other boys that were light sleepers. Actually, it might wake the dead.

Looking back at Davey still lying under me, I wanted him to see me as intimate and vulnerable as he was to me. Leaning forward with my hands on either side of his body, I licked at Davey's lips with my tongue. Since I could not relieve him for three days, I was not being kind. It didn't matter, I couldn't stop myself. Matt took my position as the invitation it was intended to be. He squeezed onto the bunk behind me, his chest pressing down on my back forcing my body even closer to Davey under me.

I felt Davey's fingers along my shaft, touching, exploring. The feather light touches extremely erotic because I knew this must be the first time the little guy had touched another boy this way. I liked the idea that I was his first.

I felt pressure from behind as Matt pressed himself against me working himself inside. I bent down and licked at Davey's mouth again while he continued to feel along my shaft. Matt slid into me without any pain at all. The combined warmth of his cock and my chute felt so right. As though I had been missing something before, and now it was there inside of me.

Davey was fascinated by what was going on behind me. His fingers went lower, feeling my full low hanging balls. Scooting down a little, the touch pressed down between my legs until he was touching the shaft moving in and out of me. The fingers explored all around as though figuring out where Matt's ridged cock was going. I gave him a hint by teasing his little hole with just enough pressure to force it to accept the tip of my middle finger. He gasped but didn't move away. Again, his fingers explored around the edge of the cock where it was plunging in and out of me. I felt his middle finger pressing in beside the bigger rod the way I had pressed into him, stretching me even more. Matt felt Davey's exploration and stopped halfway. The finger continued to push in beside Matt's cock, both of us feeling the extra sensation as the muscles of my ass spasmed around it.

The fact that Davey was exploring my body must mean that I had not traumatized or scared him with the anointing. Damon may look like my brother but Davey felt like my little brother. Having released my anger with Brother Chris, there was now room for other emotions and Davey seemed to trigger all of them.

With Davey's naked body in front of me and the pulsing sensation in my ass, my cock began to spurt all over Davey's chest. With each spurt my cock jerked, relieving my heavy balls and my sexual tension. Davey's finger smeared the thick wet jizz around the head of my over sensitive cock. The sensation was too much and I pulled away while Matt unloaded inside of me.

Grabbing someone's sock from off the floor, I swabbed at Davey's chest. He let me clean him up, but when I moved to pick him up to put him back in his bed, he squirmed away and ran off between the bunks. I was disappointed that he ran off; I thought everything was going so well. Matt joined me in the shower where we soaped each other up before returning to our beds.

Back in the dormitory, I could hear voices whispering as we walked by. I suspected there would be a lot more questions tomorrow about the anointing and possibly more recruits. Very soon, we would need to train others to help administer the anointing and cleansing. Pulling back the covers on my bed, I found Davey curled up like a puppy. The little scamp was fast asleep. Even as I eased onto the bed behind him, I knew neither of us would get a lot of sleep tonight. The next three days were going to be hell for both of us.

Chapter 7
The Accused

I was usually pretty good at meditating, but tonight I couldn't seem to block out the other voices. At least they let me keep my robes. The bunk was hard as a rock, but I didn't mind that as much as not having a seat on the latrine. I suppose it was to prevent someone from tearing it off and using it as a weapon however unlikely that seemed. Besides the boredom, I couldn't stop worrying about the boys I had turned loose to administer the anointing. Knowing boys, and I did because I once was one, the anointing and cleansing would spread like wildfire. Now was when they needed my guidance the most.

"Did you get a look at that freak in the robe?"

"I heard it was one of those monks from the orphanage."

"Yeah? Well, you know what goes on up there don't you. Those monks, they bugger those boys all the time. That's why they got him in a cell all by himself. If he was in gen pop, they would rape the hell out of him."

"How do you know? They don't let anyone in up there."

"The guard told me some boy told them he was raped by that son of a bitch. He said they do it all the time."

Life as I knew it was over. There was no doubt I would be convicted. Technically, I was guilty although not in quite the same way everyone imagined. In this country, pedophilia is incorrectly associated with any sexual interaction with a minor. Depending on the area of the country, the age of consent ranges from 16 to 18. Recently an 18-year-old boy was convicted of criminal sexual conduct for having exchanged naked photos with his 16-year-old girl friend. A parent was convicted for spanking her prepubescent son and leaving a hand mark on his bare bottom. A husband was convicted and imprisoned for waking up with his step daughter in his bed. Although no evidence of sex or touching existed and the husband swears he was not aware of her presence, it was enough that the now ex-wife reported the incident to the authorities. What chance did a single man living with a couple dozen underage boys have?

Even after spending time in prison, life for a convicted sexual predator is never the same again. In this region of the country, a 'sexual predator' must have their picture and current address posted on a sexual predator website that is available to the public. If they move, they must report their new address to the authorities immediately. As you can imagine, threats and harassment are common.

It is inconceivable that a competent prosecuting attorney would not be able to find something in the current situation to convict me with even if the boy who accused me is lying through his teeth. It is a known occupational hazard and I refused to lie.

"I read a nun at that Saint Joseph's threw a girl out the second story window."

"If those nuns can be that mean, just think of what those men do to those boys. I bet they strip them naked and beat the hell out of them."

"Makes you want to get your hands on one of those fuckers, doesn't it?"

Last night was sick man! I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams being around so many naked horny boys. I helped Matt anoint the three new boys and then he let me do him all by myself. It scared the crap out of me to try and put the oil in his penis, but man it was hot. I hadn't felt that horny since the interview with Brother Chris. Speaking of Brother Chris, we still had not talked to him. Everything seemed to be going okay, but it was strange that he wasn't around to help.

"Hey Mason, who is that guy over there?" Damon asked. "Never seen him before."

The 'guy' Damon referred to was a young man in a business suit looking over the dining room as though searching for someone. It was unusual to see a stranger in civvies. Most of the work was done by the students or the brothers and visitors were generally not welcome.

"Looks like he is searching for someone; maybe we should ask if he needs some help?" I suggested.

"You do it," Damon insisted retreating behind the book he had been reading.

Matt and Ryan had already left for their next class, which left me as the oldest member of our little secret society. [Fine. Whatever.]

"Hi, I'm Mason, are you looking for someone?" I asked the handsome businessman.

He smiled down at me and it gave me goose bumps. I didn't get out much.

"I was looking for Brother Chris, but I understand he is not here. Do you know a boy that goes by the name Danny per chance?"

"Actually, I know a couple of boys that go by Danny. How do you know Brother Chris is not here? We have been looking for him for the past day or so and no one seems to know where he is," I asked suspiciously.

The guy looked anxious and frustrated. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but Brother Chris is in some trouble."

"What kind of trouble? Maybe we can help," I suggested trying to sound as grown up as possible. "There is a group of us boys that are kind of his special project."

He raised his eyebrows at that and scrutinized me again.

"If you are part of his secret society, maybe you can help," he acknowledged hesitantly. "But not here. Get your cadre together and meet me in the medical center in half an hour."

As Alice would say, 'curiouser and curiouser'. This guy was obviously not just a visitor, but who was he? If he knew about the secret society, he must be part of Saint Michael's. Maybe I had just met one of the elders, the businessmen who support the orphanage anonymously. I had always thought of them as old and decrepit. This guy was certainly not that!

Rushing through the hallways I caught up with Matt and Ryan before their class started. Leaving them to figure out some excuse for their absence I went to collect Damon and make my own excuses. Fortunately, no one was using the medical center when we arrived.

"What is this all about?" Matt asked peevishly. "The brother was not happy about our ditching class."

"I don't really know, just that Brother Chris is in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" Ryan pursued.

"I don't know," I repeated.

"Who is this guy?" Matt persisted.

"Same answer," I replied, starting to lose my cool.

Fortunately, the man under discussion arrived and all further speculation ceased immediately. His mere presence was intimidating. He was movie star handsome and presented himself in a very professional manner in his formal attire. None of us were used to dealing with the general public, let alone a man of his stature and position.

"Gentlemen, I am sure you are wondering who I am and what you are doing here," he said motioning us to find seats. "My name is Peter and I am a special friend of Brother Chris. When I came to visit him yesterday, he wasn't available. To make a long story shorter, I discovered that he is in some very serious trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" Matt questioned.

"A boy going by the name of Danny has accused him of rape. I don't think I need to tell you what kind of trouble that will make for someone like Brother Chris if he is convicted. Not only will he have to leave Saint Michael's but he will be incarcerated and marked as a sexual predator for the rest of his life."

"I can't believe any of the boys here would try to hurt Brother Chris, but you can count on us to help him any way we can," Ryan interjected. "But how do we know we can trust you?"

"I know about the secret society, the anointing and Brother Chris's regression therapy. He will be his own worst enemy because the poor schmuck has never learned to lie," lamented Peter pacing back and forth across the room. "His only hope is if we can help him."

The four of us looked at each other and it seemed unanimous. Everything Peter had said about Brother Chris was true and the schmuck really had never learned to lie.

"What can we do?" I asked.

"The first action taken in a case like this is to remove the accused sexual predator from any possible contact with other minor children. Since Brother Chris is not here that means the boy that accused him may still be," Peter deduced still pacing as he lectured.

"I know two boys named Danny, but I have a hard time believing either of them narced on him," I said racking my brain for more specific information.

"Maybe his real name is not Danny," Damon added shyly.

Peter scrutinized Damon, taking in his small stature.

"Out of the mouth of babes," Peter said to himself. "You may very well be correct. The authorities often hide the name of a minor in cases like this. His real name could be anything. The next step in an investigation will be to test the boy for physical evidence if they have not done so already. Usually that means a rape test at a hospital or police lab. Minors are often very unreliable witnesses. It could help if we knew this boy's history and what his motives are."

"Leave it to us sir," Ryan spoke up. "If anyone can determine who this boy is, we can."

"He will have told someone," I agreed. "Guys can't help themselves. They always brag about what they have done."

"Right then," Matt instructed, "Let's get out there and find this guy."

Everyone stood up to leave.

"On behalf of Brother Chris and myself I thank all of you," Peter said. "I will give you my card, contact me anytime and be careful."

He shook each of our hands as we passed by, with a hand on our back or shoulder. Someone like Peter treating us with respect, made the seriousness of the situation all the more real.

Finding the culprit didn't take long. As Mason had said, guys couldn't help but brag about what they did. The little creep was a 13-year-old named Andy. According to him, Brother Chris had fucked him several times in different locations. He should be so lucky.

"What if Brother Chris really did…you know," Damon ventured.

"Geesh Damon, you can say fuck, can't you?" Mason growled, unusually annoyed at his friend's shyness.

"Irrelevant," Matt stated emphatically. "I don't care if he fucked him three times on Saturday and ten times on Sunday. As the only member of this group that Brother Chris really has fucked, I say if he did fuck him then the little weasel needed to be fucked."

"But if he did do it, they will find the evidence," Damon ventured, "What can we do?"

"When my dad was accused, I wanted to testify that it was my fault, that I initiated having sex with my dad not the other way around," Matt related, accessing painful memories from his past. "They told me it didn't matter, that just the fact that my mother had seen us together was enough to convict him. We have two problems, physical evidence and witnesses.

"You and Mason go find this little creep and bring him to the pool house. I've got a plan," I instructed the group. "If they are going to test him, let's make sure there is something for them to find. If he already has been tested, then we may need some outside help. Go!"

"Shouldn't we contact Peter and let him know what we are doing?" Matt asked.

"Plausible deniability. If he doesn't know, he doesn't have to lie about it," I said after seriously considering Matt's suggestion. "Matt, I need you to tell me everything you can remember about your dad's trial."

"What is it you two pip squeaks want to show me?" Andy questioned suspiciously. "If it is a snake or something, I'm going to be really pissed."

"No, no really you got to see this," Damon wheedled. "I promise, you will never forget it. It's right in here."

Damon gestured at the pool house door that was standing open.

"I'm not going in there. I don't even like to swim," the boy complained.

Both Mason and Damon crowded the boy, herding him towards the door.

"What are you twerps up to?" Andy questioned, facing the two younger boys backing him up against the doorway. "If this is a practical joke, I will beat your ass."

"What the…," Andy yelped as a hand grabbed him from behind and yanked him into the pool house. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Matt held him still with an arm around his neck. I got up in his face, close enough for us to kiss.

"Andy my boy," I said as I glared into his face. "You have been a very naughty…naughty little boy. You have been telling tales out of school, haven't you?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," Andy replied glibly, but his face and constant nervous swallowing told me he was lying.

"Why don't you tell us all about being raped by Brother Chris, we would love to hear it."

"He did. I'm not lying. Now let me go."

"Where did it happen? When? Who saw you?" I questioned in quick succession. "Answer me now!"

"He didn't do it in front of people. I don't have to answer to you."

"You know they are going to come and test you, don't you?" I said reaching between his legs to grab his ass. "Did they do that already?"

Andy's eyes got wild as he struggled against Matt's hold and my hand between his legs.

"A bunch of strangers are going to strip you and stick stuff up your butt to see if you are telling the truth," I teased, fingering his asshole through his clothes.

"You're lying," he challenged, trying to sound brave. His eyes told me he was scared shitless.

"Get his clothes off of him," I instructed the boys.

Damon helped Matt get his shirt up over his head while Mason worked on unfastening his pants. Andy went wild, twisting his body and kicking. He was no match for the three of them working together and it didn't take long to get him naked.

"Put him face down on the bench," I suggested while I got some plastic zip ties from my locker.

Stretched out on the bench, I grabbed his hands and secured them together underneath. I did the same to his ankles. He could still move around, but he couldn't get up off the bench.

"You are in so much trouble," Andy threatened.

"You gonna tattle Andy?" I growled. "Like you did on Brother Chris? Who put you up to it? You are too much of a pussy to do it on your own."

I ran my hand down his back and grabbed a hand full of his skinny ass. He squirmed away from my hand and started yelling for help. I slapped him hard across the face and he shut up.

"Maybe if you admit that Brother Chris never touched you, we won't have to fuck the shit out of you," I prompted. "What do you say Andy my boy?"

"You can't do that," he said frantically. "I'll tell the police and they will arrest you."

"It isn't illegal for two underage boys to fool around," I explained, "And I have witnesses that you asked for it."

"Let me go and I will take it all back," Andy suggested his voice held a hint of hysteria.

"Did they video tape your statement," Matt asked. "Did you sign an affidavit, a written statement of what happened?"

"Yeah," Andy said hesitantly, "They made me."

"Then it is too late," Matt informed us. "They can investigate and prosecute even if he doesn't testify."

"No, really, I can make it right," Andy tried to convince us, sitting up as much as his bound wrists would allow.

I pushed him back down on the bench and straddled it behind him.

"I don't think you can, you stupid little weasel," I said mostly to myself. "Mason, would you get that bottle of baby lotion out of my locker."

I kept baby lotion to put on sometimes after swimming. Now I had another use for it. Pouring some into the crack of Andy's ass I rubbed it into his hole with my finger.

"Since you have been raped so often Andy, you should be used to this," I told him while I prepared him to become a cum dump.

It seemed odd to me that I had no sexual attraction at all to this kid. He was not bad looking, and getting off was normally high priority. But, in this case I just wanted to get it over with.

Unzipping my pants, I took out my cock and gave it a few strokes to make sure it was hard enough to penetrate the tight ass spread in front of me. Anticipating what was coming, Andy tried to scoot away from me but it was easy to prevent him from going anywhere. He hadn't tried yelling since I slapped him, but when I entered him, he let out a scream that would wake the dead.

He was tight, and all his squirming around made the muscles of his ass squeeze my cock until it kind of hurt. I slammed into him hard, curtailed his movements until he lay on the bench with his ass spread without further complaint. Pressing my hands into his back, I rode him until I felt a release start to build.

"Andy my boy, if you are going to convince them you have been raped, we need to loosen you up," I told him as I pushed myself all the way inside of him and prepared to unload. "Don't you worry, we got your back."

I unloaded several big spurts before pulling out. As I stepped away, I could see that Matt had already stroked his cock hard and was ready to take my place. Since I had initiated Andy, Matt's insertion prompted a much less vocal response. He was whining a bit with each thrust, as I think he figured out what was in store for him.

"We will go round up some of the other guys," Mason said to no one in particular. Taking Damon with him, he disappeared.

Within minutes, boys started showing up at the door. Young and older, they crowded the door murmuring amongst themselves angrily. I don't know exactly what Mason told them, but it certainly got them upset. After Matt finished, I checked Andy's hole to find it gaping nicely. Pouring a bit more baby lotion on it, we certainly didn't want his butt to chafe, I motioned to the first boy in line to approach.

He was big, a soccer player. When he pulled it out, I thought Andy should thank us for getting him prepped because this one was going to hurt.

"No one disrespects the brothers," the big guy declared and then he sunk his thick cock in Andy's little ass.

I admit that turned me on a bit. Who knew there was a boy carrying that kind of cannon around? Within minutes he had unloaded and moved on. The next couple of guys were younger, but they could all spurt a load and they were just as determined to defend the school against all tattlers. The line moved on and I counted eight besides myself and Matt. Andy's ass had to be swimming in semen by now. It certainly looked well used.

As each boy finished, I prepped them with a story just in case they were interviewed. Andy loved to get fucked, he asked for it all the time. The boys were free to fill in the details of their individual trysts with Andy, but the general jest would be that Andy was a boy slut.

Cutting the zip ties, I made sure we hadn't left any permanent marks on him other than his walking bow-legged. I pushed him out the door and told him to get lost. He certainly seemed less cocky now than he had when we started.

Chapter 8
The Trial

I learned during my dad's trial, there is no justice in the justice system. It is a game between the prosecutor throwing crap at the wall to see what sticks, and the defending attorney scrambling to deflect crap as best he can.

The hearing today was actually the pretrial. A judge would hear the evidence and decide if there was enough to proceed on to a full blown trial. The rules of pretrial are less strict and allowances are made on requirements for discovery and witnesses. Now was the best chance we had to get Brother Chris free. If the case went to trial, he was almost sure to be convicted.

We had eventually told Peter about Andy and what we had learned in the pool house. I thought he might scold us, but instead he seemed grateful. Andy had been taken to the hospital for testing shortly after his initiation. The news of his ratting out Saint Michael's to the outside world spread throughout the school faster than greased lightning. Everyone knew the unforgivable sin; you don't talk to outsiders about the school or anyone in it. Andy had violated this taboo and he was made to suffer for it as only school age boys can make one of their own suffer. The younger boys ostracized him and the older boys abused him. I could feel sorry for him until I thought about Brother Chris marked as a sexual predator for the rest of his life.

The court was coming to order. Ryan and I were allowed to attend as potential witnesses for the defense. Peter was sitting at the defense table with Brother Chris and an attorney hired by the school. The court clerk announced the case information and charges were read. A plea of not guilty had already been made at the arraignment.

The rape kit test results were submitted as evidence. Because they were unusual, an expert witness was called to interpret them for the court.

"Could you determine from the test results if the alleged victim was raped?" the prosecutor asked the medical expert.

"Rape is not a medical term as it implies a degree of violence. The test clearly shows the boy was penetrated anally," the expert relayed unemotionally.

"So, there is no doubt this underage boy was assaulted anally," the prosecutor emphasized. "Was there semen present and can you tell us who's semen it was?"

"There was a large amount of semen present from multiple individuals. No semen matches were made however to the samples that were submitted to us."

"Is it possible that the semen from the rape could have been purged or otherwise covered up," the prosecutor prompted.

"The test was delayed longer than we normally like from the time the rape was alleged to have taken place. So yes, if semen was left by a rapist, it would not necessarily still be detectable particularly if other semen was introduced," the expert droned.

"Thank you, no further questions," the prosecutor concluded sitting down.

"Counselor, do you wish to cross examine?" the judge asked.

"Thank you, your honor," the defense attorney said rising from his seat. "Sir, other than being penetrated anally did you find any signs of violence?"

"Nothing other than a few scrapes and bruises common with a boy his age," the expert replied.

"So, no anal tearing or broken finger nails, scratches, anything showing the alleged victim had fought a rapist?"

"No sir."

"Did you have samples of the defendant's semen to compare to semen you processed from the rape kit?" the attorney asked.

"Yes."

"Was there a match?"

"No, as I said before it is possible we were too late or additional semen covered it up."

"Or the defendant's semen was never present," the attorney said insistently. "Isn't that also possible, even probable?"

"Yes."

"How much additional semen was found in the alleged victim's rectum?" the attorney asked while picking up a report from the defense table.

"We could identify at least eight other samples," the expert admitted. "It was difficult to separate out that many. Normally we only have to identify one or two."

"Eight! My, our boy has been busy," the attorney chuckled. Others in the court laughed out loud.

"Objection your honor," the prosecutor said angrily.

"Sustained. Counselor please refrain from comedic commentary."

"Sorry your honor," said the attorney, obviously not at all sorry. "No further questions."

Next the video and signed affidavit from Andy's statement was entered into evidence. The court watched the video and Andy was very convincing, even squeezing out a few tears. According to Andy, Brother Chris had brutally sodomized him every chance he got. Calling him out of bed for clandestine nightly trysts as well as regular 'interviews' in the medical center. When asked if anyone had seen them together, Andy assured the interviewer that Brother Chris had deviously arranged that they were always alone.

Minor children are not generally subjected to cross-examination, so Andy was not required to be present in person. The video could not be challenged and it landed like a big stink bomb, the stink lingering on long after the video ended.

The paradox is that it could have happened just as Andy described it, but it didn't. In situations where a victim only has their word against the perpetrator, the court leans heavily in favor of the minor child. Although justice says you are innocent until proven guilty, in cases involving a minor child the thumb of circumstance weighs heavily on the guilty side. There was no question he had been fucked. Our intervention was a risk, a big one.

The prosecutor submitted other affidavits about Andy, statements about his character and what a good boy he was, the environment he came from before joining the school, his school records, etcetara.

The defense attorney submitted affidavits for Brother Chris. Brother Chris had been a student at Saint Michael's, abandoned by his parents at an early age. After achieving a degree in psychology and attending seminary, he had returned to the school as a Brother to help other orphaned boys. There were several videotaped interviews from former alumni, extolling the virtues of Brother Chris and how he had helped them be the success they were today. There were so many, the judge finally asked for the prosecution to stipulate Brother Chris's character, so they wouldn't have to listen to them all.

Next, an affidavit signed by no less than two dozen boys was submitted, regarding Andy's known proclivities. The prosecutor railed on about how despicable it was to attack the victim, and demanded to challenge the authors of this despicable document. He kept saying despicable over and over, spit flying out the side of his mouth, every time he got excited. The judge made an exception, and allowed Ryan to testify even though he was a minor.

"Son, as a minor without parental representation, you are not required to testify, and you may stop at any time that you feel uncomfortable," the judge advised. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Ryan responded. "Thank you, sir."

"Ryan, will you tell us in your own words, how you know the alleged victim, and in general, what the statement you have signed says about him," the Brother's attorney prompted.

"Sure. Andy is one of the boys at our school. We all live in a dormitory, so we generally know each other pretty well," Ryan started out in his most angelic tone of voice. "You know how school is, everybody knows everything about everyone."

"And have you observed the alleged victim in the company of Brother Chris?" the attorney asked.

"No sir, not personally," Ryan added. "Of course, we all talk with Brother Chris, he is our advisor and is the adult we see most often. So of course, he is always around, and it would not be unusual to see him with Brother Chris."

"And have you personally spent time with the alleged victim?"

"Oh sure, I mean, he is kind of pest," Ryan commented off hand. It made the attorney chuckle, but he quickly put back on his serious face. "I mean he is always showing up and trying to get boys to fuck him."

"Excuse me," the attorney interrupted. "Did you say he asks to be, excuse me your honor, fucked?"

"Sure, the guy's a real horn dog," Ryan said. "Always bothering guys to go off with him and fuck him."

"And have you…fucked him?"

"Well, yeah, I mean guys our age get horny a lot," Ryan said innocently.

"I see, so you personally have had anal sex with the alleged victim?" the attorney confirmed.

"Yes sir!"

"And you personally know of others who have had anal sex with the alleged victim?"

"Uh huh."

"No further questions your honor," the attorney said sitting back down at the defense table.

I held my breath as the prosecutor prepared to cross examine. This was a critical moment. Cross examination can be brutal and I hoped Ryan was up to it.

"Hello Ryan," the prosecutor approached with a smile. "Can I ask you some questions?"

"Of course, sir," Ryan said with his best 'who me' look on his face. "That's why I'm here."

There were some snickers from the court room.

"Ryan, I was surprised to hear you say that you have had anal sex with the victim," the prosecutor said approaching where Ryan sat in the witness chair. "Does that happen a lot at Saint Michael's? Do students have sex with each other?"

"I wouldn't say a lot sir," Ryan stated cheerfully. "But boys will be boys."

"So, if students have sex with each other, isn't it also possible or even probable, that the Brothers have sex with students too?" the prosecutor suggested. "I mean if as you say the victim is having anal sex often, then it must be allowed."

"Objection your honor, prosecutor is answering the questions for the witness,"

"Sustained," the judge announced. "Counselor allow the witness to answer your questions."

"No sir!" Ryan stated emphatically. "Everyone knows the church even forbids self-love. But you know how guys are, I bet even you are guilty of a little self-love."

More laughter from the audience and a snicker from the judge.

"I don't believe you answered my question young man," the prosecutor said aggressively, his face a bit flushed. "Isn't it entirely possible, in a school where anal sex is rampant, for Brother Chris to have raped the victim."

"Oh, certainly not," Ryan responded. "You can't rape the willing."

A couple of full out whoops of laughter from the court room. The judge rapped his gavel.

"Your honor, permission to treat this witness as hostile," the prosecutor asked the judge.

"The witness is a minor without parental representation, you know better," the judge warned. "Carry on or dismiss the witness."

"Okay Ryan, we have had our little fun but this is a very serious matter," the prosecutor tried again. "One of your fellow classmates was forced to have sex with an adult. Certainly, you would not condone that kind of behavior from one of your teachers. I am asking for you to admit to this court that Brother Chris could have forcibly had anal sex with a student."

"As we said in our statement, Brother Chris is the adult we all trust the most. He would never do anything that is not in our best interest," Ryan stated in a serious intense tone of voice. "Andy is a slut that half the boys in school have had. His ass has had more tourists than the Grand Canyon."

"That will be quite enough," the prosecutor said angrily.

"He has sucked more rods than a race car has pistons."

"Stop I said," the prosecutor demanded raising his voice.

"He is on his knees more than all the brothers put together," Ryan announced directly to the judge.

"Your honor, please admonish the witness!" the prosecutor demanded.

"That slut has had so many deposits he pees cream," Ryan declared to the court room. "And it ain't de menthe!"

The court room exploded with laughter mostly because the prosecutor was losing it. He yelled at Ryan and then at the judge trying to make him stop. The judge rapped his gavel, demanding order. The judge would have responded sooner however, if he could have kept a straight face.

The only one not laughing was Brother Chris. He just looked tired and sad.

Chapter 9
Recovery

The case was dismissed for lack of evidence. There was no doubt in my mind that Ryan's testimony was the fulcrum upon which the case tipped. It had been a close call – too close. Even though he was now free, the damage to Chris was severe. Exhaustion, depression were just the obvious symptoms. I didn't know how to reach him. I decided to bring in the big guns, the only thing in life that mattered more than his own, his boys.

"Chris, you have to eat something," I insisted holding out a bowl of soup in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

"Peter, I never asked you how your wife is," Chris asked without looking at me.

"She is fine and sends her love. She wants you to visit more often."

I had forced him to take a shower, but he kept losing focus and staring off into space. I washed and dried him before dressing him in a warm fleece banyan and installing him into his favorite chair. Fortunately, the elders provided the br7others with comfortable even luxurious apartments. If it were an austere monk's cell, I would have taken him somewhere else. At least he could be comfortable after that ordeal he had been subjected to. I answered the quiet knock at the apartment door.

"Come in guys, thank you for coming," I said to Matt and Ryan.

Normally students were forbidden in the residence wing, but when it came to Chris…fuck the rules.

"Is he here?" Matt asked anxiously. "Everyone is so worried."

"Yes, he's here," I acknowledged. "Well, at least physically."

I led them out of the little foyer into the open great room. The comfortable sitting area, dining and kitchen were only separated by assigned functionality. A double door led to the master suite with a generous bath. A divan and chairs were grouped around a modern looking gas fireplace on a plush area rug over hardwood floors. The outer walls were exposed brick with tinted windows that let in plenty of light. The ceiling height and exposed brick made me think remodeled warehouse loft, but I knew this place had been built for its current purpose.

"Brother Chris! Are you okay?" Matt questioned anxiously kneeling next to his chair and taking his hand. "Did they hurt you? You look like hell."

That got a snort from Chris. "We still have a lot of work to do on your social graces young man."

Matt had the decency to blush. Ryan wandered around the sitting area wide eyed having never been allowed into the residency before.

"We all need you back," Ryan added. "Everyone says so."

Chris sighed. "I'm not so sure anymore. What we did to Andy was wrong you know."

Ryan jumped when the button he had been playing with activated the gas jets in the glass fronted hearth. The flames danced with a soothing hypnotic kaleidoscope of colors and movement.

"You mean, what I did to Andy was wrong," Ryan corrected. "Did you rape him?"

"Of course not!" Chris said deeply offended by the suggestion.

"Then what we did was not wrong," Ryan stated pausing before explaining further. "There are people who follow the rules, like you. And, there are people who do not follow the rules like Andy…and me. Sometimes it is our obligation to protect the people who follow the rules from the people who don't. Can't you see that people who follow the rules can't win against people who don't."

"Have I taught you to be so cynical," Chris chided.

"No sir, I learned that all on my own."

"Well, I for one am grateful that you did," Peter interjected, attempting to smooth over the tension.

"What happened to Andy?" Matt asked hesitantly.

Another sigh from Chris. "God and I may forgive, but not Saint Michaels. He has been relocated in a foster home."

"Good," Ryan said peevishly. "Why would he do something so evil?"

"The elders were able to find out through their contacts that a reporter got to him somehow," I said. "We haven't figured out just how. The media has been trying to break a scandal about Saint Michaels for years. There is an ongoing investigation into how they got to Andy and I have no doubt the elders will ferret out the truth eventually."

"We thought perhaps you were one of the elders," Matt commented to me.

I laughed. "No, but maybe someday. I am just a lowly alumnus who happens to love your advisor more than he does himself."

With my declaration of love, I kissed Chris on the lips taking my time about it.

Matt watched with wide eyes. "You were a student here?"

"Of course. I was Chris's little brother."

"You mean the two of you…fucked?" Ryan exclaimed with surprise.

"Watch your mouth. You are not too old to punish you know," Chris admonished light heartedly.

"Is that so hard to imagine?" I asked.

"Not for me," Matt commented to himself with a dreamy look on his face. "In fact, I am picturing it right now."

I couldn't help but laugh and I noticed it at least put a smile on Chris's face.

"So, you are gay?" Ryan asked boldly.

I sighed. "Chris, haven't you taught these boys better than that yet? No Ryan, I'm not gay. I am married to a wonderful woman that I love very much. And before you ask, she knows all about the school, my past and how much I love Chris."

"Whoa," Matt exclaimed and Ryan made a similar sound.

"When I became of age, the elders set me up as an apprentice to an alumnus that owns a construction company. Eventually I will take over the company from him. Meanwhile, I am pre-law. That is where I met my wife, she was studying law as well. We have been married a couple of years now and we hope to adopt soon. That's why I am here. I want to adopt a boy."

"Who?" Matt asked without hesitation or shame at being so nosey.

I looked at Chris. Recommendations and final approval of any adoption would have to be with his blessing and we had not had much chance to discuss it yet.

"Well, everything depends on Chris…I mean Brother Chris's recommendations, but I have my eye on a little guy named Davey. He is still so young we feel he may benefit from some motherly influence."

"Oh," Ryan gulped and turned a pasty grey.

"I know how attached you are to him Ryan," Chris assured him.

"Oh right. Sorry," I quickly added chastising myself for being so stupid. "Of course Ryan, we would like you to come with him. I mean if you wanted to."

"Oh!" Ryan said startled. "But you know…hmm… the anointing…we haven't but we want to…you know."

"Trust me Ryan, I know how it works," I chuckled after deciphering the code. "My wife and I are very open minded."

"Oh," Ryan said again.

"Not much of a conversationalist," Matt said ironically. "You sure you want him?"

"All of this is at the very beginning. Nothing will happen for quite some time. There are lots of approvals and paperwork involved and we have not even met with Davey. Of course, you would want to meet my wife, maybe spend some weekends with us before making up your mind."

My running commentary ran down as Ryan crossed the room and hugged me tight. I hugged him back, feeling the developing muscles in his broad shoulders and arms. Not quite the cute cuddly little boy my wife may be expecting, but Ryan had his own charms.

"Hmm!" Chris cleared his throat loudly. "Now if all of you will get out of here, it appears I need to get dressed and get back to work. There is more to do than I realized."

Chapter 10
The Cleansing

It seemed like everything should have stood still while we were battling for Brother Chris's way of life, but it didn't. The number of boys now participating in the anointing was a shock. The soccer player with the big cannon had been placed in charge and was ordering the boys around like a natural born drill sergeant. Davey was curling up in my bed each night, but we had not yet participated in the cleansing together. Classes were winding down for the semester and the swim team was practicing for a meet. I blew off practice today in favor of some alone time and that is why I was alone in the work out room when Peter came in.

"Ryan, I was hoping to catch you," Peter greeted me.

God, he looked good in his business suit. For the first time I was envious of life outside the school.

"Could you spot me?" I asked, putting weight on the bar for a bench press.

"Of course," Peter said moving into position at the head of the weight bench.

I started my set, 15 reps at this weight.

"I wondered if maybe you and Davey would like for me…I mean if you would allow me… if you wanted me to…you know, give you the anointing and cleansing tonight."

I almost dropped the bar on my chest, but Peter caught it in time and together we hoisted it back on the rack. I stared at him, my mind swirling around with images of what that meant.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I mean I should have been more careful," he chattered on nervously. "You know you really should have a spotter. So, do you think you would want to? You know, have me anoint you and Davey?"

I nodded. I seemed to be incapable of speech at the moment.

"Great, I'll pick you up before lights out," Peter stammered. "I don't mean like a date, just so we can go somewhere together if that would be okay."

I grinned. I made the sophisticated future attorney as nervous as a school girl before the prom. He grinned back at me, as we both appreciated the absurdity of the situation.

"Yeah, okay you got me," he admitted shaking his head. "See you tonight then."

[Shit, what do you wear to an anointing?]

I felt a little foolish, but yeah, I was nervous as hell. I figured if we went through the anointing and cleansing together the boys would be comfortable with me. The fact that I hadn't even been introduced to Davey yet made the whole thing a bit risky. What if the cleansing scared him? What if he didn't like me?

I coerced a guest suite out of the brothers so I could meet with the boys in some place private but nice. Somehow taking them to the medical center was just all wrong. I really wanted this to go well. I saw a younger version of myself in Ryan and who wouldn't fall in love with little Davey. I had grown up with the sexual freedom practiced at Saint Michael's, it was second nature to me. Now it was my turn to be able to provide that and more for these two boys from the next generation. Please, please don't let me screw this up.

It took me all day to convince Davey that letting Peter anoint us was a good idea. I didn't tell him this guy was a prospective new parent, that would have blown his mind completely. He wanted it to just be the two of us. We had waited a long time. Well, a long time in boy time which is quite a bit shorter than real time.

When Peter showed up to get us, he was of course fashionably coiffured in a tight black turtle neck with an open sport jacket. The turtle neck showed off his muscular torso whenever the open jacket revealed it. The other boys stared at him curiously and maybe there was just a bit of envy when he called out to us.

The room he took us to was in the forbidden residency wing. I seemed to be breaking the rules a lot lately. Once inside the small foyer is when it got really awkward.

"Davey, this is Peter. Peter, this is Davey," I introduced the two of them.

"I'm very glad to finally meet you Davey," Peter said extending his hand to Davey.

Davey didn't take his hand. Instead, he crossed his arms and glared up at both of us.

"I know everyone thinks I am just a little kid, but I'm not a stupid little kid," Davey spit out backing away from both of us. "I suppose you two think I am just going to strip down in front of a complete stranger and let you diddle me any way you want. Well, screw you. Unless somebody tells me what the fuck is going on, I'm out of here."

Peter backed up a little with his mouth hanging open. I had to hide a smile. I was sure Peter didn't get rattled very often, but Davey had certainly managed it within the first five seconds. I, on the other hand, had been the recipient of Davey's anger before and knew first-hand what he was capable of. I decided to hang back and watch the show.

"Of course," Peter said recovering quickly. "How thoughtless of me. Please come and sit down so we can discuss this like gentlemen."

Peter made motions for us to proceed him into the room. The suite had a sitting area with two wing-back chairs facing a coffee table and sofa. Along the left side of the room was a bar with glasses and drinks set out on it. Behind it was a small kitchenette. On the right a door opened into a bedroom with a massive bed visible through the open door.

"Please sit. Would you like something to drink?" Peter offered courteously.

"I think I like it right here," Davey said standing stubbornly just inside the room.

I sat on the sofa inconspicuously as I watched the opposing titans battle it out. Peter took a seat in a wing back chair where both of us were within his range of vision.

"I thought you might enjoy watching some videos of the school back when I was a student," Peter offered having regained his usual charm.

Without waiting for a response, he leaned forward and did something on a laptop on the coffee table and the flat screen on the wall came to life. The video showed a swim meet with a number of boys in swimwear standing on the blocks ready to begin a heat. One of the boys was a recognizable much younger version of Peter. The boy standing behind him was a much younger Brother Chris.

"You were a student here?" Davey questioned, taking a step forward so that he could see the screen better.

"Oh yes," Peter said mischievously. "Just like you."

"Is that Brother Chris?" Davey asked moving even closer to study the screen.

"Yes, it is. We grew up together, like you and Ryan."

"Oh," Davey murmured, fascinated with the idea that Brother Chris was ever that young. "Oh!" Davey exclaimed as he realized what Peter was really saying.

The video showed the boys swimming the heat and climbing out of the water at the finish. Peter had a handsome athletic body even back then at his young age. I couldn't help comparing the boy on the screen with the man sitting across from me.

The video was now showing a classroom full of boys in their school uniforms with odd looking haircuts. Davey laughed at the clothes and styles that were out of date and seemed so weird to us now.

Now the video turned a night vision green and the scene was of the dormitory at night. A Brother was administering the anointing to a boy about my age. I had always wondered if there were cameras, now I knew. The ritual in the video was familiar to us.

"You see Davey, we have more in common than you might think," Peter said kindly.

Davey came and sat beside me on the sofa while keeping eye contact with Peter.

"I am so grateful to have been able to grow up with a friend like Chris and to all the Brothers who took care of me. I was helped by other students who went to the school before me. They helped me even after I left the school. Now it is my turn to help students like you and Ryan," Peter explained. "Do you understand?"

"I think so," Davey said thoughtfully. "Are you going to try and fuck me?"

Peter smiled. I think he was getting a handle on Davey's extreme honesty.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Peter said patiently. "You know the anointing is not required or even necessary. It just helps boys to deal with their sexual feelings openly."

"Oh good," Davey said relaxing a bit. "I really hate it when they put the oil in my penis. Sometimes it hurts. Are you going to get anointed too?"

"Would you like me to?" Peter asked.

"Yeah," Davey said smiling mischievously.

"Me too," I said, looking forward to seeing Peter naked.

Whew! Convincing the boys to trust me was as much work as any mock jury I had ever faced. I loved Davey's 'in your face' attitude. I would never have to wonder what that boy was thinking. The two of them were so refreshingly innocent I couldn't wait to know them better. I stood up and took off my jacket.

"I was hoping when we get to know each other better, that you and Ryan would come and visit with me and my wife Melissa. Maybe stay for the weekend," I suggested.

"You're married?" Davey questioned. "I thought you and Brother Chris? You mean go outside the school?"

I laughed. Yes, Davey was going to be a lot of fun. I pulled off my shirt as both the boys watched me. Like Chris, I liked being in good shape and I was hoping the boys would find me…interesting. I might be the first adult male they had ever seen naked.

"All in good time," I said sidestepping the questions. "Right now, would you like to give me the anointing?"

Both their eyes widened. At least I had their attention now. Unbuckling my pants, I made a bit of a show removing them.

"Maybe, you would like to join me?" I suggested winking at Ryan.

Ryan immediately whipped off his shirt. His lean swimmers build was a boy fantasy come to life. He reached over and pulled on Davey's shirt and surprisingly Davey let him have it. Davey was not skinny or muscular, but his body showed good genetics. He had shape to his soft smooth boy body. I tried not to show how anxious I was to touch it.

Acknowledging their participation, I removed the rest of my clothes and let them look.

"What's wrong with his penis," I heard Davey whisper to Ryan.

I chuckled. I could hear Ryan trying to explain the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised. Davey's eyes stayed glued to my cock and I could see that he was curious. Seeing this as an opportunity I moved closer to the two boys, pushing the coffee table out of the way.

Standing close, I took Davey's hand and held it against my partially erect cock. He let me do it without resisting. I carefully moved his hand until it pulled back my foreskin exposing the head. Slowly I let him pull it back over the head. He stroked it back and forth a couple of times smiling up at me. The stroking got the expected response from my cock and his pulling on the foreskin had to be a little more aggressive to get it to cover the head.

Pulling him to his feet, I fumbled with his pants until I got them open. Ryan helped pull them down his legs and off. His little boy briefs hugged his cute little buns so I let him keep them for the moment. Turning my attention to Ryan I pulled at his unfastened pants and underwear until I had him naked.

Davey's attention turned to Ryan and he stroked his soft cock trying to pull his foreskin the same way he had mine. He was able to pull the foreskin over the head of his cock until it started to get hard. Ryan was circumcised, so playing with his foreskin was not really going to work.

Retrieving the anointing oil and syringe from the side table, I handed them to Davey as I got down on my knees and sat back on my heels. I could tell Davey was pleased that I wasn't treating him like a little boy. Taking the small pad, he got some oil on it and approached me. He touched my chest with the pad, sliding it over the left nipple. He stopped to feel it with his other hand to make sure there was oil on it before moving to my right pec. After smearing the pad over the entire pec, he followed up by touching it gently with his fingers.

Ryan approached on his knees, his cock bouncing between his legs. He massaged my chest gauging the amount of muscle in my pecs and probably comparing it to his own. I caught Davey's hand and brought it over to Ryan's chest. Taking the hint, he liberally smeared the oil across Ryan's lean hard muscled chest.

Finally, I took the pad and applying more oil, I moved to touch Davey. He started at first, but then let me touch the pad to his skin. I swirled the pad over his nipples, following up by gently pinching them between my fingers. He was wonderfully sensitive and I continued to massage and pull on them.

Ryan took the pad from me and refreshing the oil on it, he swabbed my cock and balls. Almost immediately the warmth in the oil made me intensely hard. I could feel Ryan's hand stroking me and I loved it.

Ryan pulled down Davey's undies and applied the oil to his smooth hairless little nub and balls. He stroked Davey the same way he had me, the result being his perfectly shaped little dick standing straight out. Having been deprived of playing with Davey's cock, I made sure I got my hands on Ryan. I loved the hairless ball sac pulled tight against his body. His cock hard and pulsing already. Coating everything in oil, I went back to massaging his balls in my hand and lightly stroking his cock with my fingers.

I was looking forward to the next step and took the initiative of getting Davey's undies completely off and pulling him down to lay on the floor between us on his stomach. I loved spreading his legs and pulling his butt cheeks apart until his little anus was clearly visible. I touched it with my finger and Davey looked up over his shoulder at me. I waited for him to protest, but he didn't. Ryan applied the oil liberally all along his butt crack. Teasing his sphincter with my finger, I reluctantly let him sit back up.

Ryan turned around and bent forward on his hands and knees. Davey was not a bit shy about applying the oil and then pushing his finger into Ryan's hole. A bit more cautious, I felt his well-shaped butt cheeks with my hands, only watching as Davey played with his ass moving his finger in and out. Ryan took it all without comment.

Next it was my turn and as I turned around and let them finger me, I remembered how much I liked having boy hands all over me. Even without looking I could tell who was touching me. Ryan's strong hands and longer fingers probed my ass muscles harder and reached farther up inside of me.

Turning over, I allowed myself to be the first one to receive the most difficult part of the anointing. Taking the syringe up, Ryan held my cock in his hand and carefully inserted the tip into my penis. I felt the liquid inside of me as it was pushed out of the syringe. Instead of taking it straight out, Ryan slowly and carefully fucked the end of my cock with the syringe. It was an odd feeling that I had never experienced before and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. Not to be outdone, Davey took the syringe from Ryan and pushing it in released more oil before slowly pulling it out. Leaning back, I let the boys stroke and pull on my cock, the oil already warming it inside and out. In comparison, taking it up the bum was considerably easier and thankfully the boys were a bit less creative.

After carefully cleaning and refilling the syringe it was my turn. Ryan leaned back on his heels like I had and spread his legs. I pulled on his hard cock holding the syringe in my other hand. Guessing that he actually enjoyed the feel of the syringe in his cock, I was prepared to oblige him. Davey seemed content to watch, sitting down close to me. Trying to keep a steady hand, I lined up the needle and slowly pushed it in. Ryan groaned a little and I took it as encouragement. I released a little of the oil and then pulled most of the way out. Stroking his cock as I did it, I pushed the metal tip back in and released a little more oil. Another groan from Ryan. Again, I pulled it out and then slowly pushed it back in as far as it could go. Pushing the plunger, I gave him an extra dose and stroked and pulled on his cock with the tip still inside. He was breathing a bit heavy as I removed the syringe and motioned for him to turn over. With Ryan on his hands and knees, I unloaded the rest of the syringe inside his ass and massaged his sphincter with my fingers.

Finally, it was Davey's turn and I was anxious to see how much he would let us do. I could tell Ryan was unsure of how it would be received as well. Davey was smiling as we laid him on the floor and played with his cock and fingered his balls. With a refreshed syringe, I squeezed and stroked his cock in my hand making sure it was as hard as it could be. I gave him plenty of chance to protest before inserting just the very tip of the syringe. It was a tight fit and I carefully eased the oil into his cock. He scrunched his face a couple of times but otherwise took it without complaint. Flipping him over, I easily filled his ass with what was left.

With the anointing over, it was time for Davey to get his first cleansing. I picked him up, with him over my shoulder walked into the bedroom, and threw him onto the bed. He bounced and quickly began using the bed as a trampoline, something that would never work on his bunk. Watching him bounce up and down naked on the bed, I was anxious to be able to claim these boys as my own.

Pulling Ryan down on the bed, I kissed him on the mouth. Sliding down his body, I licked his nipples and then moved on down to take his cock in my mouth. He wasn't completely hard at first and I was able to take it all into my mouth. He tasted fresh, even with the somewhat bitter taste of the oil. I moved up and down his shaft with my mouth and encouraged him to fuck my face by putting my hands under his ass. He understood and began thrusting his hips against me, as my fingers explored down between his legs.

Taking advantage of the oil, I found the entrance to his ass and pushed a finger deep inside of him. He reacted by pushing down on my hand, trapping my finger. Davey stopped jumping and came over to investigate. He straddled my back and watched over my shoulder. The feel of his cock and ass against my back was a big turn on, while I continued to work on Ryan. With his cock in my mouth and my finger in his ass, I worked over his nipple with my remaining hand. I pulled on his nipple until he gave me a squeal of pain and then started over again.

"I want you to fuck me," Ryan said quietly.

I wasn't sure what I had heard until he said it again. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I tried to decide on how I wanted to take him. In the end, he decided for me. Forcing his way up from under me he pulled me down on the bed and flipped me over on my back. Davey dismounted and watched while Ryan straddled my waist and proceeded to lower himself onto my cock. With my cock inside of him, Ryan pulled Davey over and started sucking on his cock.

With my cock pulsing in Ryan's ass, I watched the two boys together. Ryan was licking at Davey's balls and with his hand between his legs I could see him fingering his ass. I was little envious of Ryan, but I couldn't very well complain. Davey thrust his hips against Ryan's mouth and back against his finger. It was clear he was working up to an orgasm from the sensations to his body. I wanted to be a part of those sensations too.

Pulling out of Ryan, I reached for Davey and got him laying down on top of me, his legs straddling my hips. I rubbed my cock along the front of him as I licked at his lips with my tongue. He wasn't much of a kisser, but eventually he let me into his mouth and I sucked on his tongue and took his breath.

Ryan took advantage of Davey's spread eagle position and began to finger fuck him in earnest. With the friction of my body on his cock and balls and the finger in his ass, Davey was thrusting his hips against me. I again pushed my tongue into his mouth and kissed him thoroughly before letting him breath again.

I could see Ryan sliding his cock up and down over Davey's ass. He wanted to fuck his little brother in the worst way. Indecision was written all over his face. Working my hand in between us, I stroked Davey's cock trying to encourage his orgasm. Ryan positioned his cock against Davey's ass and I waited to see what reaction there would be. Nothing happened at first, he continued to rock against my body and the friction of my hand on his cock. As Ryan began to push, I felt him stiffen and he stopped moving. I kept up the stroking and I knew he was starting to feel the buildup. His breathing was heavy and his heart pounded. Ryan pushed more and I suspected he had just the tip of his cock in, just enough to start feeling good. I pulled on his balls hard, attempting to distract his attention from what was going on behind him. He grunted a little and I went back to stroking him as he raised up from laying on my chest. Ryan was rocking back and forth, easing himself in further a tiny bit at a time.

Davey looked over his shoulder grimacing as Ryan worked his way inside. I knew Davey would be feeling the heat of the oil combined with the sharp sensation of the cock invading his hole. I was sure he would stop him, but he didn't. Looking down at me, he kissed me thrusting his tongue in my mouth as I had his. I felt him buck against my hand, his body jerking hard two or three times as he orgasmed, letting out a rather loud wordless sound.

Ryan pulled out as Davey rolled over on his back getting his breath back. Ryan and I looked at each other, his cock hard and bouncing in front of him. Turning on my side and pulling up my leg, I invited Ryan to enter me instead. He readily accepted and was soon laying behind me, his cock sliding into my ass.

It has been a long time since I have had anything inside of me. I liked the idea that it was Ryan. He hugged me back against him as he began to fuck me in earnest. The oil heightened the feeling of something big and hard inside of me. Davey watched from where he lay beside us. He seemed surprised that I would allow Ryan to fuck me. It didn't take long for Ryan to start breathing heavy. Davey crawled over and stroked my cock for me as he watched Ryan's cock going in and out of my ass. A few more hard thrusts and Ryan released inside of me. His hot contribution added to the warmth of the oil.

Ryan moved over and lay on his stomach with his legs spread wide. He looked over at me, inviting me the same way I had him. Gratefully I took him up on it. Holding myself up on my arms, I tried to gently insert myself. He worked himself onto my cock by rocking his ass back against me. The kid was good. Davey inserted himself by kissing Ryan the way I had kissed him. They were adorable together.

Pulling Ryan up on his knees with my cock still inside of him, I stroked him as I continued to fuck. As I suspected he would, he got hard almost immediately. I held him back against me with an arm around his chest. Davey lay down in front of Ryan licking the underside of his cock as I stroked him. The sight of Davey spread eagle licking at Ryan sent me over the edge. I filled Ryan's backside with all the spunk I had been saving up. Ryan did a second load over Davey's chest.

Chapter 11
The Circle of Life

After the cleansing session with Peter, Ryan and Davey consented to sometimes visit Peter and his wife in their home on weekends. I confess that I have watched the video of their cleansing session together several times.

Matt, Mason and Damon continue to be my missionaries for the anointing, but the ritual is beginning to wind down. The boys have figured out for themselves that they don't need the oil to enjoy each other and they depend on it less and less. Matt visits me from time to time, and I continue to represent his father in his memories as I fuck him. As this seems to be therapeutic for both of us, I continue the sessions.

Meanwhile life refuses to pause for any of us.

"Hello Brian, I'm Brother Chris. You are new here, so I am going to ask you some questions and I need you to answer me truthfully," I said. "Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I guess," Brian agreed.

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"And when was the last time the uncle who raised you, saw you naked?"

"What?"

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The End