Slave of Skanda

Author's Note. This story describes a religion where, at the commencement of puberty, male novices are deprived of penile sensation, function and development and become temple prostitutes as part of a program of spiritual training. It is set in Southern India in the tenth century of the Common Era (i.e. since the reputed birth of Jesus). Some of the elements are drawn from historical fact but the main features are invented. The real meaning is that it crystallizes the author's fantasies, which he has realized in large measure in twenty-first century America. It is being written and published to further the author's exploration in this area of erotic focus and to seek those who are attracted to similar themes.

Chapter One: Varila

Varila and his son Dinadi entered the main gate of the Temple of Skanda. Varila, a wealthy merchant and patron of the Temple, passed through a doorway reserved for the elite. Dinadi, age twelve, had shown the first signs of sexual maturation and was to be initiated into the rites of the religion.

As had been arranged, they were met in an inner hall by the priest Rudrasunananda, a tall, muscular man about thirty years of age wearing the dark robe of a higher official in the Temple. Varila and Rudrasunananda greeted each other with the prescribed salute between devotee and priest and Rudrasunananda led the two into a small chamber. A boy, only slightly older than Dinadi, naked except for a white loincloth, knelt in a corner. Dinadi felt his male member, his upastha, stir in his own loincloth. He knew from his friends who had been initiated that the boy would worship the Lord through Dinadi's upastha.

"Has your son yet shed seed?" Rudrasunananda asked Varila. "Not to my knowledge, Venerable," answered Varila. Rudrasunananda looked at Dinadi and Dinadi said, "No, Venerable, but the desire is becoming strong."

"The desire is the Power of the Lord who is entering you," instructed Rudrasunananda. "Your seed is precious and must not be shed carelessly," he continued. "Seed has only two proper uses, to generate new life and to nourish the novices." Rudrasunananda turned again to Varila. "Is he betrothed?" "Indeed, Venerable," answered Varila. "The marriage will be consummated six moons hence." "Excellent," Rudrasunananda replied. Again to Dinadi: "You will freely shed seed within your wife when you are married. At any time, either before or after your marriage, you are welcome to feed the novices here. The courtyard of the lesser tower is reserved for young men such as yourself. There is no charge for those in the second stage of life. Some young men enjoy themselves there three or more times a day. The Power of the Lord is strong in the young."

Rudrasunananda poured a small tumbler of liquid from a bottle on a table while telling Dinadi "This is soma," and Varila said a short prayer before drinking. Then Rudrasunananda gestured to Varila. "Show your son how the Power enters a man." Varila walked over to the corner where the novice was waiting. The novice's head was cradled in a cushioned support. Varila opened his cloak.

Dinadi watched as the novice licked his father's upastha. Involuntarily Dinadi's hand went to his own upastha. The priest touched Dinadi on the arm. "Do not touch yourself," Rudrasunananda said. "As an initiate, your upastha belongs to the Lord. Your turn will come soon. You must learn self-restraint for self-restraint is the price of the pleasure you obtain."

Varila's upastha rose as the novice licked it. Of itself, the dark foreskin drew back and revealed the plum-red head. The novice's lips protruded and embraced the glistening head of Varila's upastha. Dinadi stood transfixed as his father stepped forward, leaning against a shelf in the corner that was conveniently placed and began to thrust his manhood into the novice's mouth. Varila's face was bright and his eyes gleamed. The thrusting increased in range and grew more forceful. The face of the novice also seemed to brighten. "Now the Lord takes possession of both," said Rudrasunananda softly to Dinadi.

The speed of Varila's action slowed and a smile played on his lips. "The older man can prolong the pleasure through control granted by the Lord," commented Rudrasunananda to Dinadi. Varila became more relaxed as he put his upastha into the novice's mouth and throat at various depths. The novice caressed Varila's body from the calves to the shoulders and Varila stroked the novice's head.

Then Varila stepped back and sat down on a bench with his legs spread. The novice slid forward, still on his knees, and licked Varila about the groin and under his crotch. Varila caressed the novice about the head and shoulders and the novice stroked Varila's chest, belly and legs.

After several minutes, Varila stood and the novice crawled back into the corner. "I know the boy is eager," said Varila. "Often I will spend a long time with a good novice like this one. But my son wants his turn." Varila began to thrust again and again the brightness filled his face. Slowly the thrusting became faster and more forceful. Varila began to breathe strenuously. He held the novice's head and plunged forward again and again. Finally, Varila cried aloud with ecstasy and stood still while the novice bobbed up and down on the upastha, his throat actively swallowing.

All relaxed while Rudrasunananda poured a tumbler of the soma for Dinadi. The priest taught Dinadi the prayer and Dinadi repeated it several times. Meanwhile another tumbler was poured for the novice, who said a different prayer and drank it down. Then Dinadi drank from the tumbler.

A warm glow spread out from Dinadi's stomach. He felt a joy fill him as he stepped forward and undid his loincloth. His upastha was still small and pale, but was quickly stiff. The novice lavished attention on it with tongue and lips. Dinadi had never felt such pleasure.

Rudrasunananda and Varila were talking softly, but Dinadi could focus on their words. The pleasure in his upastha was so intense. Dinadi knew that he should control himself like his father had, but he could not. All too soon he was holding the novice by the head and hitting the novice's face and head with his belly. The novice's tongue was wrapped around Dinadi's upastha and Dinadi knew the Power of the Lord as he plunged it into the novice's mouth. Then there was a burst of pleasure of joy that subsided all too quickly.

As they walked back from the Temple, Dinadi told his father that he had enjoyed the initiation enormously but that he wished he could have made it last longer. "You will learn, my son," Varila assured him. Then Dinadi asked, "Is it true that the novices have their male organs cut off?" "No," answered Varila. "The upastha is sacrificed, but the balls are left as the seat of the Lord." "I heard that no layman sees what the novice has," said Dinadi. "That is ordinarily true," answered Varila, "but novices are assigned to the large boats to serve the sailors and then it is seen." Varila owned such boats and his eldest son was a captain on one, so it was clear that Varila had knowledge of what he said.

That evening, Varila wanted to discuss future plans with Dinadi and entered the small room Dinadi shared with his younger brother, Uvana. He was shocked to see Dinadi lying on the bed with his legs spread and Uvana lying between them sucking on Dinadi's upastha. "Sacrilege," Varila said angrily.

Dinadi tried to explain. "He asked what happened today and, when I tried to explain, my upastha became hard. He started to suck it just like the novice." "This is very wrong," Varila exclaimed. "We must all go back to the priest tomorrow."