Holy Orders

By Pueros, based on a suggestion by Erik.

‘With Apostolic sanction guaranteed,

Equipped with doctrine and zeal as well,

Like some high torrent thundering down at speed

On briars and brakes of heresy he fell

Uprooting them, and still was swift to go

Where opposition was most formidable.

From him, unnumbered rillets took their flow

To irrigate the Catholic garden-plot

Thenceforth, whence all its bushes greener grow.’

(The poet Dante in praise of St. Dominic in ‘Paradiso’ [Canto VII, 97-105, as translated by Dorothy L. Sayers])

St. Dominic was born at Calaruega, in Spain, in 1170 and studied theology. He drew attention to himself whilst on a mission to France, when a large number of heretics were converted after having listened to him preach. In 1215, he founded a community of preaching friars in Toulouse and shortly afterwards travelled to Rome, where he apparently met St. Francis.

In 1216, Pope Honorius III gave Dominic permission to found a new Holy Order, the members of which the Pontiff suggested should be ‘the champions of the Faith and true lights of the world’. In 1220, Dominic retired to Bologna, where he died the following year. Meanwhile, Dominican preaching became very popular and monasteries were founded all over Europe.

St. Dominic surely turned in his grave when he saw what a number of members of his Order, and that of St. Francis, were beginning to perpetrate or co-operate with shortly after the deaths of the saintly founders.

(Dominican Monastery, central Germany, 1226)

‘And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.

And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion; and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and his great authority.

And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed; and all the world wondered after the beast.

And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast; and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? Who is able to make war with him?

And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.

If any man have an ear, let him hear.

He that leadeth into captivity, shall go into captivity; he that killeth with the sword, must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.

And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth, and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spaketh as a dragon.

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads;

And that no man might buy or sell, save he that has the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is six hundred threescore and six.’

(Revelation 13:1-18)

By the time of his death, it would have surprised few people to discover that Conrad was marked by the Biblical sign of the beast.

In 1225, the synod of Mainz had issued several decrees for the improvement of the clergy and the middle-aged Conrad, a graduate of Paris University and a secular priest, was entrusted with their execution, as well as being charged with the reform of certain monasteries and convents. He described himself as ‘visitator monasteriorum in Alemanni⒠and in the course of these labours, he became acquainted with Landgrave Ludwig of Thuringia and his wife, Elizabeth.

The prince held Conrad in high esteem and the latter exercised great influence at the Thuringian court, eventually being authorised by Ludwig to appoint to all ecclesiastical offices in the gift of the Landgrave, a power later confirmed by Pope Gregory IX. Additionally, after the recall of the Franciscan Rodeger, Conrad became the spiritual director and confessor of the pious Elizabeth, entitled ‘Landgravine’. He treated her with great spiritual severity, if not cruelty, a trait that would extend over the years to many other less important personages, when it would also often include extreme physical abuse.

In 1227, Conrad was performing his ‘visitator monasteriorum in Alemanni⒠role in a new Dominican monastery within the Landgrave’s domains. He was, by this time, much feared by priests, friars and nuns because of his all-pervading influence and power, as well as the almost barbarous ruthlessness in which he set out to achieve his holy aims.

Nevertheless, apart from the usual petty criticisms to which he was prone, Conrad had, disappointingly for him, been unable to discover anything very wrong in the way this particular monastery was run. He had even enjoyed listening to the choir because several of the young novices who provided the soprano voices were angelic, particularly Martin, a beautiful blonde 13 year-old with blue eyes.

Conrad actually possessed a dark secret. He knew that the practice was a great sin but there had been times over the years when he had been unable to suppress his natural urges. However, after raping the pretty boys concerned, he had always given himself absolution, happy in the knowledge that God would concur in view of his great work for the Church and the fact that it had always been the evil youngsters who must have wickedly seduced him into the act. Naturally, the innocent victims of the priest’s assault could not complain, as no-one would be able to take their allegations against such a powerful cleric seriously, even if they were inclined to do so.

Conrad’s cock hardened under his rich flowing ecclesiastical robes, as he watched the choir, and in particular Martin, perform several times a day. The accumulated desperate needs of his loins eventually caused him, on his last night in the monastery, furtively to visit the boy in his unlocked tiny novice cell after the daily rituals had been completed.

Martin, an orphan, had been recently sent to the monastery by his uncle, who had enough children of his own without rearing another. The 13 year-old did not particularly want to become a monk but felt that he had no choice. The outside world was a very cruel and dangerous place for a homeless boy.

Martin’s voice was likely to break soon as he passed through puberty, a progression illustrated by the fact that he had recently started masturbating and ejaculating semen. The boy had been unable to resist temptation but succumbed to the pleasure only with the greatest of caution in the privacy of his cell, as such self-abuse was ostensibly considered by the supposedly celibate monks to be very sinful and worthy of severe penance if caught. Nevertheless, in order to indulge in this now regular delightful habit, the 13 year-old invariably removed his novice’s habit, not only to prevent staining the garment but also because he preferred to be naked whilst he pleasured himself.

Martin, unused to visitors to his cell, which was clean but furnished only with a bed, was indulging in his now favourite pastime when the door opened and Conrad entered. The visitator took one look at the scene before him and exploded in anger. “You wicked, wicked sinner!” the man announced, to which the shocked, shamed and scared young nude was unable to respond immediately, so intense were his new feelings.

The powerful Conrad strode to the side of the bed and dragged Martin off it by his blonde hair, not yet displaying a tonsure, before throwing the petrified boy back, this time so that he was resting face-down. The still furious visitator commanded the young novice to remain still and the tremulous 13 year-old felt obliged to obey.

Conrad removed a bejewelled knife, which he always secretly carried for protection, as he was astute enough to realise that he was rapidly acquiring many enemies, from a pocket within his resplendent vestment. Martin, face embedded in his bedcover, soon heard his own discarded and much plainer habit being ripped, followed by the feel of his limbs being splayed and bound tightly to the bedposts with shreds from his garment. This awful development concluded with another of the tatters being used to gag him.

Conrad, having observed the boy, literally at first hand, breaking the holy pledge of chastity, was initially now intent on only one course of action, one that would render the novice a permanent soprano in the monastery choir. However, having also then witnessed the splendours of the lustrous curves of the immovably spreadeagled face-down 13 year-old’s bottom, the original desires and intent of the visitator rapidly returned. This was only increased by the sight of the young novice’s now endangered genitalia resting flat out on the bed between his splayed legs, cock still hard and dribbling precum. The man therefore decided to remove his own attire, an act that would also prevent them later from being stained with blood.

The first that Martin knew about this fresh disturbing development was when the bed, to which he was now firmly attached, began to shake as it was suddenly required to bear Conrad’s full heavy weight. The boy was a novice in knowledge of monastic but not sexual matters, although he remained a virgin, albeit not for much longer. He therefore immediately recognised in horror what was about to happen when he felt the visitator’s naked hairy legs rest against his own smooth variety as the man began to straddle him. The 13 year-old wanted to scream for mercy but was prevented from doing so by his gag. He therefore just began to sob quietly as he experienced the degradation of his bumcheeks being prised apart before a large damp cockhead was presented to his pink sphincter.

Martin could do little but wait for his deflowerment to commence. He did not have to linger long as the now eager Conrad used all his weight to exert downward pressure on the tight virginal aperture, which could not hold out against the pressure. The boy’s whole body was soon quivering in agony as gravity ensured the rapid and agonising filling of his anus whilst his back and buttocks came into full contact with his rapist’s heavy hirsute form.

Conrad lay on top of the boy for a while, relishing the feel of his long thick hairy penis throbbing deep inside the 13 year-old. Martin, despite his excruciation, could also sense the pulses of the big intruder as they impinged on his anal walls, completing his sense of acute degradation.

Conrad eventually began to thrust his erection in and out of Martin, intensifying the latter’s pain and sobbing. However, unseen to both rapist and victim, the boy’s own cock remained rigid as it rested on the bedcover.

Conrad had denied himself similar pleasures for several months, a factor that induced him to speedy climax. The visitator soon found himself experiencing the joy of ecstatic all-pervading orgasm, as he pumped load after load of holy seed into Martin, who perversely reacted by perpetrating the same onto the bedcover. This latter act, once the evidence had been spotted by the dismounting cleric, would only intensify the man’s plan to help the boy keep his vow of chastity in future, whilst ignoring the proof of his own disobedience as it spilt from the 13 year-old’s ravished rectum.

Conrad again lay on top of Martin for a while, as his cock retreated slowly to flaccidity and whilst his mind returned from the heights of sexual delirium to what, for him, was normalcy. Unfortunately, for the boy, the latter included merciless sadism in pursuit of holy objectives.

Conrad, as he regained his feet at the side of the bed, again declared, as he now espied the small pool of cum that had spurted from Martin’s penis, “You wicked, wicked sinner!” However, the visitator’s temper had now cooled, helped by the satisfaction of his immediate sexual needs, and he now decided to conduct the next stage of proceedings more logically. He therefore redressed and left the young novice’s cell, leaving the boy in his bondage.

Conrad returned shortly afterwards, this time carrying tray on top of which was a large bowl, containing a sponge and hot water, a goblet, a needle with catgut thread and some bandaging. The visitator then stripped again, still intent on keeping his vestments free from bloodstains, before releasing the bonds attaching the young novice to the bed. However, if the still quietly sobbing Martin, both pride and anus hurting intensely, was now hoping to be left alone or even cared for, he was quickly disillusioned, as his rapist simply now turned him over before tying him to the bedposts again.

Conrad removed Martin’s gag to encourage the boy, now immovably bound in a spreadeagled face-up position, to drink from the goblet. The visitator lifted the young novice’s head and introduced the cup to his divine rosy lips with surprising gentleness, given what had happened previously, but this attitude soon changed when the 13 year-old’s nose encouraged his mouth to resist the proffered potion. The contents’ foul smell did not invite eager quaffing, not surprisingly as the liquid was a mixture of wine and opium.

Conrad overcame Martin’s resistance by the simple expediency of squeezing the boy’s completely smooth and nicely proportioned uncut genitals viciously until he complied with the instruction to drink. The obnoxious mix was then rapidly consumed in its entirety.

Martin, horrible taste now present in his worryingly re-gagged mouth, was now surprised to feel his sexual organs, recovering from Conrad’s nasty assault, being carefully bathed with the sponge soaked in the just bearable very hot water from the bowl. However, the boy’s puzzlement at the reason for this turn of events was soon dispelled when the opium started to have a quick effect, gradually reducing him to a state of quiet acquiescent hallucination. In fact, the genital sponge bath was designed to loosen his ball sac and its contents nicely for what was now to happen, something that the drugged 13 year-old in his pacific delirium would witness but not struggle against or remember later.

Preparations complete, Conrad now picked up his sharp bejewelled knife again with his right hand and, whilst holding Martin’s now warm soft cock upright with his left hand, introduced the tip of the blade to the junction of the penile shaft and scrotum. The visitator, who had never performed this operation before but had carefully watched it carried out by others, now looked into the young novice’s lovely blue eyes, now glazed and displaying no recognition of what was occurring. The cleric could not help smiling at the thought of finally realising a personal ambition and that the boy was going to have a shock when the opium wore off.

Conrad then began his incision, quickly establishing a deep vertical cut along the middle of Martin’s ball sac. As the visitator proceeded, he was not too put off by the blood that began to spurt from the lengthening gash and, as a result, was soon searching for the required contents. The cleric first sought the usually slightly larger left oblong and, having done so, he placed his blade against the thin spermatic cord that attached the white organ to the young novice’s body.

Before performing the deed that would remove half of Martin’s boyhood, Conrad looked again at the 13 year-old’s beautiful face. The visitator saw that the young novice was watching that was being perpetrated on him but seemingly without pain or recognition of its true purpose or horror, a perception that caused the cleric’s smile to broaden.

A quick slice with the knife and a skilful squeeze of Martin’s scrotum soon brought the severed bloodstained left orb into the same hand in which Conrad held the emasculating weapon. The visitator washed the small and now detached organ in the nearby bowl to gain an appreciation of its white hue before proceeding to extract its companion. Still, the drugged young observer did not react as the removal of his boyhood was completed.

The washed oblongs were allowed to dry on Martin’s bedcover whilst Conrad now used the needle and catgut to suture the awful scrotal damage and again the strong efficacy of the opium prevented any serious noticeable reaction from the freshly gelded boy. After competently completing the stitching, the visitator did not immediately bandage the wound. Instead, as the cleric’s own cock had risen again to full erection in response to what he had just done, he stood and began to masturbate over the new eunuch’s head, which compliantly allowed the resultant copious product to fall onto the beautiful face.

Having enjoyed further pleasure, Conrad finally dressed both the boy’s wound and himself before leaving Martin to discover, in undoubted agony and shock, what had been done to him when the opiate ceased to allow both distressing reactions from invading his mind. The visitator visited the abbot to advise him of the chastisement he had been forced to inflict on the novice after he had gone to the 13 year-old’s cell to congratulate him on his singing, only to find him breaking the vow of chastity.

The abbot would, of course, be too cowed at Conrad’s status to query the brutality of the man’s clear over-reaction, or how Martin’s face and bottom came to be so stained with dried semen. He instead contented himself with the fact that he would be able to retain his best soprano in the monastery choir for much longer than originally envisaged.

One month later, Martin, now fully recovered from his terrible ordeal, was reading the Gospel According to St. Mark. The new eunuch novice thought one particular verse to be particularly ironically unsuitable for his Holy Order. It stipulated ‘For there is nothing hid, except to be made manifest, nor is anything secret, except to come to light.’ (Mark 4:22)

THE END

of

‘HOLY ORDERS’

by Pueros

[although there’ll be more about Conrad and Martin in my later tale, to be entitled ‘Inquisition’]