Date: Fri, 1 Oct 2010 00:35:53 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Lambda Psi 6

Lambda Psi
By:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


Six:  Ethical Problems


My photography hobby took off and I was now spending about six hours a week
on it.  Very relaxing thing too and no shortage of nude male models either.
Russell was pressuring us to make him a priest but we talked him out of it.
He was made an assistant but assistant's don't have any powers.  It did
give him some independent income.  We wanted him to enjoy being a teenager
and young man.  All to soon he would find his world filled up and it would
our world not his.  He is studying philosophy and history at the university
with the other two. He is now living with us full time.

All good things must come to an end and our relative peace did.  Rufus came
to see me early one evening in the late summer.  He had become involved in
university student politics.  That figures, he is charismatic and grew up
with it.  He was still not on speaking terms with the mayor.  The remainder
of the family seemed okay.  His mentor was one of the lawyers in the
community but he was now on his own and about to start his final year.  I
had come to like the boy and respected him.  He was young and full of
certainty, as young people seem to be.  His father was standing for
reelection and was a strong Bush supporter.  Rufus was president of the
student council and the Young Democrats.

He came to me and Apollo looking for advice.

"Apollos Solon and Apollo I have a real problem," he said, sitting in our
office. "My father is standing for reelection as you know.  I happen to
have some information that would destroy him if it ever got out.  The press
has been pointing out that I am President of the Young Democrats, at the
university and he is a big time Bush supporter.  My father has asked me to
resign."

"It sounds like you have two problems here.  Lets take the political one
first," Apollo suggested.

"Okay, I will not be bullied by him.  It would be unfair to resign just as
the campaign is in its final months.  I may not like our candidate but he
is who he is and I think I have an obligation to do the job right on his
behalf.  Father's people told me that if I didn't back down he would out
me," Rufus said.  "My own father would threaten me.  I can't believe it.
Well I can, I know the bastard."

"You have two immediate choices, as I see it.  Out yourself first and then
expose him as a bigot," I said.

"No, not quite like that.  Out yourself yes but say you are doing this to
expose his bigoted anti gay attitudes.  Say he or someone in his office
demanded you resign as President of the Young Democrats or they would out
you.  Okay, I'm out and I am not resigning," Apollo said.

"I think a press release to that effect should go out yet tonight," Rufus
said.

"Now my other problem.  Also with my father.  I have the goods on his
privet life.  It is not nice and if it were to become known my mother would
be devastated.  My sister won't like it but she will get by.  It will
finish off his chances for reelection.  I can't make it public myself,
without exposing my source and I don't want to do that, I said I wouldn't,"
Rufus explained.

"You don't want it to look like sour grapes either," I added.

Apollo asked him for more details.  The father has had a long running
affair with one of the city managers and has fathered a child with this
women.  The girl is now ten.  He showed us documentation, lots of
documentation.  All copies but stuff easily enough checked.

"You are obviously between a rock and a hard place here.  Your personal
feelings toward the man aside.  You feel you need to try and protect your
Mother.  You need to protect your source.  You believe making it public is
the right thing to do.  Not because he had an affair and you have a 1/2
sister you didn't know about but because the women is a city management
employee. Does that sum it up," Apollo asked?

"Yes, that is it in a nut shell.  That bastard has gone on and on about
honesty in city government.  He as gone after other employees for lesser
infractions.  The man is a hypocrite."

"I don't mean to offend but isn't that the nature of politics.  Tell them
what they want to hear, not what then need to be told," I said.

"True and that is one reason I am going into law, not poly sci. Do I not
have an obligation to protect my mother," Rufus asked?

"Yes and no.  You have an obligation to protect her from that which you are
able.  You can't protect her from something like this.  If not made public
by you, then by someone else at a later date.  You also have an obligation
to protect the public.  The Greater Good argument applies here.  For a
politician, trust is his most important asset.  If he looses the trust of
the people he is out. I think you need to test this by looking at the
various ethical systems," Apollo said and them preceded to review them.

Results Based, Standards Based, Intuitionism, Egoism, Virtue, Emotivism,
were all reviewed.  Rufus came down to Results Based and Standards Based.
He chose Standards which often produces a utilitarian or results based
conclusion.

"If I employ Kant's Categorical Imperative, I have no choice but to expose
him.  Not only is it the right thing to do but if he is this deceitful with
the family, how honest is he with the public," Rufus reasoned.

I guess he has been paying attention at our meetings or perhaps in his
classes.

"Okay, you know what you must do, you did before you came here, I suspect.
You now need to figure our the best way to go about doing it.  The little
play we preformed when you came to his organization will not work here.
Well maybe a little play will work but a much different one.  Let me see.
If you were to call your mother and read you press release to her, after it
is sent but before the morning news, that would be a good son, at least
giving his mother forewarning.  You would agree," Apollo said and Rufus
agreed and would do that.  "I think you hold back on the infidelity part,
say until next Monday and then send a copy of this to your mother.  Just
put in a typed note saying a heads up.  'Do the right thing for yourself or
it will be done for you.'  I am willing to bet she will call you for
advice.  Then tell her she should make this public but only after she talks
to her lawyer.  Let him help her to do it.  Once the cat is out of the bag
it can't be put back," Apollo advised.

"Is it possible your mother will wish to play the role of a good political
wife and "stand by her man", I asked?

Rufus did not think so. "I think this will be the straw that brakes her
back."

"Okay, now that is settled, do you have time for some Sex," Apollo asked?

That he did and that we did.  Rufus never told us where he got the material
from and we did not ask.  This transpired more or less as described here.
The mayor was forced to resign and withdraw from the race.  His Republican
friends abandoned him forth with.  No politician can be seen to be
associating with another that has been discredited.  They all have
skeletons in their closets to hide, scrutiny must be avoided at all cost.

The mother had her press conference and did file for divorce.  Rufus came
out on top.  Most of the Young Democrats figured he was gay anyway.  I felt
sorry for the lady friend and daughter.  She was forced to resign and the
girl had to face her friends in school and was embarrassed by the
foolishness of others.  Rufus' sister was conspicuous by her absence from
the situation.  I figured it was her he was protecting.  As curious as I
am, I never asked him.

Before he left our company I lay with him in the sauna.  He is skilled and
gave me a wonderful fuck.  I returned that favor of course.  That is one of
the reasons we are here.  The job of the priest is to serve the faithful,
is it not.  Rufus has a wonderfully buff and athletic body with just a bit
of a bubble butt.  No matter I like them all.  I guess he still has not
found that life partner we all seem to search for.  He will I am sure and
another new member for us as well.  Apollo thinks he should look for a
girlie man, he likes to see balance in peoples lives.  Perhaps he is
correct.

Now that our boys are in university and almost men, we see much less of
them.  It is to bad but the way of the world I guess.  Dirk is very easy
going about it.  We don't see that much of any of the university aged boys
in the meetings.  I remember how much studying I had, so it is
understandable.  Dirk has been encouraging Russell to spend more time with
the girls, well university women.  He wants him to get that out of his
system before he becomes a priest.

No sooner then the Rufus business got cleared we were into another
adventure.  This one took us some distance from home but netted some huge
rewards.  Dirk was asked to chair a small academic seminar panel discussion
on some obscure history of philosophy topic.  The host university was
several hours drive away.  Nothing in the midwest is all that far but the
better part of four hours is close to 200 miles.  We rented a high end
European, 4 passenger sports type car.  Why not, it was fun to drive,
turned everyone's heads and since none knew us, any attention would be
welcome.  We are young men and need to be such, once in a while.  I figure
with age we become wiser but because we do not age, retain many youthful
qualities.  I do know that in making the transition from boy to adolescent
and men, our frontal brain lobes reorganize themselves.  I suspect some of
this reorganization takes place in the latter years of our lives it has
just not been studied.

I took my camera and snapped many good photographs on this lovely old
campus.  Well, old by North American standards, the was a circa 1870's land
grant college.  Now many new and modern buildings surrounded the tree
studded limestone campus.  I have always found the students and professors
in philosophy departments are exocentric and eclectic.  They are always
interesting people.

I was sitting in the back on the room since I would not be participating.
As people arrived they took seats and Dirk introduced me to some that he
knew.  A number of graduate students and a few undergrads filed in.
Everything was normal until the twins came into the room.  For me it all
changed.  These two were like us.  They were broadcasting to each other.  I
picked it up immediately.  I am sure Dirk did too. They were a beautiful
couple.  Average height and weight.  Blond hair, blue eyes, very pleasant
smiles.  They greeted several of the other students and took seats.  They
seemed to be fixated on each other until the speakers began.  I could feel
the warm glow of love between them as they focused on the speakers.  When
ever Dirk spoke I sensed an even greater attention being paid by them.

I was quite surprised when one of them asked a question of Dirk.  "Denis
Diderot in 1745 translated Shaftesbry' Inquiry Concerning Virtue and Merit
into French.  He added some original notes.  In the notes he seems to agree
with Shaftsbry when he suggests moral philosophy is highly complex.  Do, we
would think, to what we now call psychology.  Dr. Furstein, in the notes we
see he disagrees with Shaftsbry's over reliance on the church, as providing
that definition of virtue.  He does not say why.  Do you have some thoughts
on this?"

"Yes I do, I know exactly why he thought that way.  You get some sense of
it in his later fictional works but he believed the holy sea had lost its
sense and did not treat its followers with the dignity they deserve."

"But that is speculation is it not," one of them asked?

"Yes it is and is not.  It is if that is your only source of information.
I happen to have a letter, written by Diderot to my great grandfather.  In
it he is scathing in how his sister, a nun was worked to death in her
convent.  In his public writings he was polite and political, in that
letter he was outraged and scathing.  That letter has never been published,
so you will just need take my word for it."

"May I ask why that letter has not been made public?"  The other asked.

"Yes, because my grand father and father, as myself, regard it as personal
and privet communication between two friends.  It contains material that
was meant only for my Great Grand Father and in essence adds nothing new to
the study.  Most assume it was the death of his sister that inspired his
novel La Religieuse.  The content of that letter does not confirm that
assumption, it only strengthens it.  Denis Diderot was a brilliant, very
well read and thoughtful scholar.  He was a very complex person and much
like my great grandfather, did more or less as he pleased within the
constraints of 18th Century society.  I have seen portraits of him and he
was very handsome too."

I resolved to place some thoughts in the heads of these identical twins.
We must have them with us.  I did that, so did Dirk.  They hung back as the
others departed.

We introduced ourselves and got their names, Xander and Yancy. I studied
them closely.  Identical is just so far, I began to pick up subtle
differences in expressions.  Dirk was placing thoughts in their heads.
They were not sure where these thoughts and ideas were coming from, they
knew it was not each other.  We walked out to our car.  The boys were
impressed.

I asked, "You just tell me where to turn."

They would be directing us to nice, quiet restaurant.  We chatted about all
kinds of little things.  When the waiter came for the order I just told
him, "four T-bones, medium rear, house salads, just bring a selection of
dressing to the table, baked potato and a carafe of house red."

The looks on their faces was priceless.  They looked deeply into each
other's eye and tried to communicate between.  This is a common twin trick
but in this instance it is real and works. They had no idea others could do
this and Dirk and I were not twins.

"I knew what to order because you told me that is what you wanted. You see
other people can do that mind thing too.  It is not common and almost
always requires training.  I guess you two have just trained yourselves.
Yes, you do broadcast, no not your exact thoughts, just your feelings,
intentions and things like that," I said.

"You could read us too, if you had a little training.  Relax and try to
read which number I am thinking of," Dirk suggested.

"Pie, 3.14," Xander replied.

"Very good, that is exactly it.  With some practice you will be able to do
that to any other broadcaster," Dirk added.

"How did you get here and how did you even decide to come and when was the
invitation made," I asked, looking at Yancy?

"Uh, ah, I guess we just knew that's all."

"While were were talking in the classroom I put those thoughts in your
heads, Dirk pick it up and approved.  So you are here."

We talked over dinner and took them back to their apartment.  Xander,
inviting us inside.  Dirk had put that thought in their heads.  I knew what
he had in mind and I must say, in total agreement.  We would capture them
tonight.  We already knew they were lovers, have been since small children,
one of them said. They knew Dirk and I were loves too, Dirk put that
thought in their heads.

Dirk's thoughts were becoming very sexual.  The boys were responding just
as expected.  Suddenly Yancy leaned over and kissed me.  I responded.  That
response was even more well received then I imagined.  Yancy was all over
me in a flash.  He was not just under my control he was demanding to be
fucked and fucked right now.  Xander was sending out the same thoughts and
they were reinforcing each other.  I wanted to kiss and play nice but that
was not on their immediate agendas.

After I fucked Yancy, he fucked me and then things settle down a bit.  Dirk
explained as much as he could about the Lamba Psi's and what they were
permitted to tell others.  What they should say to their parents and so on.
The school term would be over in about 5 weeks and they would graduate.  We
would come and pick them up.  They were to use the inter-City bus and visit
us twice.  After a long talk and more leisurely fuck, we left them to sleep
and went to our hotel.

It wasn't until we got home that I realized in five weeks we would have two
more residents.  We needed another bedroom.  I looked over the building
architectural drawings and decided we could move the mechanical room up a
level and make that space into a bedroom.  I talked to our board and when
they realized the asset value of the building, with the added space, would
raise more then the cost of construction, approved it.

Our three were quite excited at the prospect of two new trainees.  I think
Dirk and I were, too although we did not show it.  Russell was most excited
by the prospect of two apprentice priests.  He would have more
opportunities to use his mental skills.  I was excited, with two
assistants, Dirk and I could both start working on our advanced degrees, in
the fall.  We went to the university to register.  I was a bit taken back
by the tuition.  It had gone up a lot in just a few years. Our boys would
all have summer jobs and I hoped to do more traveling with them as well.

Our Board President got a call from the local Fire Department.  They wanted
to arrange for our annual building inspection.  Not a real problem, except
the inspector's name was not the that of our member, who had done this in
the past.

"I ask if they could send that previous inspector, as he was a member of
our society and no nonmembers are given access to the sanctuary. They told
me our member had been promoted and had nominated this new fellow," he
said.

"Okay, thanks I will follow up."  I assumed the new inspector was a
prospective member.  I called the member and he assured me that was the
case.  He didn't think the department was that efficient.  Since that had
just happened.  Right after the new fireman became a member he suggested
his roommates, a policeman and an EMS might also be interested.  Dirk
looked over our membership list by profession to see if we had any large
gaps.

Turner, Orval and Russ have been working at the "company owned stores", as
do most of the member boys part time and over the summer.  Since they have
been in the clothing store, all three have developed underwear faddishness.
Not only that, they have been bringing some of the sexiest models for us as
well.  I must admit, now that their packages are man sized they sure fill
them well.  I know we fill them very well sometimes to overflowing.

About a year ago Orval suggested the store start to stock a selection of
these fashion undies along with the regular stuff.  Since then the boys
have all convinced their mentors to buy some for them.  Sales picked up
quite nicely.  When the word spread through the gay community, sales took
another jump and have stayed high since.

These three must be the most popular cock suckers at the university.  Since
they can all deep throat Dirk and I, any of the other students is easy for
them.  From the number of friends visiting I know they are.  Dirk and I are
never lacking for sexual relief.

As we prepared for our two new apprentices our world became suddenly very
complicated.  The contractor had erected some outside scaffolding along the
rear of the building.  It forced some parking to the general mall lot,
which lay on the east side of the building behind the strip mall stores.
That does not cause us any real problem unless the weather is quite bad.
The contractor did not want to be sending crews constantly though our
residence.  I appreciated this, it is hard enough to keep the dust down
under normal conditions.  The old mechanical room was also made much bigger
and it too would have a small patio attached to it with access to the new
mechanical room now on the roof.  This would mean a number of different
workers, depending on the trade needed.  Fortunately all the utilities for
the sanctuary, baths and so on are physically separate from our residence.

Now that I have been at this business for several years, I can better
understand how profound a change in my approach to other humans has taken
place.  Raising the boys and interacting with so many young ones has been a
truly wonderful experience.  One I look forward to over my next hundreds of
years.  I can see why Dirk has embraced the young so completely, if nothing
they do keep us from getting to entrenched in our thinking.

Yancy and Xander arrived the other day in the midst of all the
construction.  The twins were received as new brothers, being only a couple
of years older then our sons and Russell.  We held a wonderful consummation
ceremony and began the two weeks of intense sex.  I am sure when their
parents see the physical changes in them they will be pleased.  Naturally
they have narrow hips and small butts so the increased upper boys mass,
firm abdominal muscles and small round bubble butts make them look both
very masculine and very fit.

Our boys and apprentices are now all young men, the sex we share is even
more intense and emotionally satisfying.  It is much more then a hague
cock.  Dirk and I have those as do the twins.  It is the physical size of
their bodies and their masculine conformations, I think that excite me so.
Letting my hands drift over well tuned muscles and my fingers play across
firm and smooth buttocks just sends electric sensation thought out my body.
It is so delightful to feel their tongues playing along my butt cleft or
licking my testicles, I can become lost in the waves of sensations.

Even something a simple as one of us pressing out naked or nearly naked
bodies against the other, sharing a brief kiss on the cheek or any other
body part provides a wondrous paradox.  The stimulation of lust and
satisfaction of love that together courses through our beings at these
moments.  This paradox is not one any of us wish to examine in a physical
sense, it is one we all wish to experience as often as possible.  Mostly of
course it is my cock sliding into the male ass or his cock sliding into
mine, that is both most stimulating and satisfying.  That however is not a
paradox, it is simply the worship of the phallus. The ultimate celebration
of our maleness.

I suspect, were we not to have each other at the ready, I would be spending
much time reveling in some, probably to much of it, of the wonderful
pornography available today.  Dirk has other feeling about this, he often
feels much pornography is more lust then erotic.  We both have each other,
prime examples of the ideal male from and our boys who approach this ideal.
We are never at a loss for lust or love and for that I am thankful.
Thankful that I have this form of sensitivity.  Thankful I have the ability
to practice my purpose in the world to celebrate maleness and the worship
of the phallus.  Mostly I think it is the central message of our limited
theology, that is the sharing of this experience, with others.

Speaking of pornography.  Having had the hobby of photography now for a
number of years I am getting quite good at it.  Fortunately, I have no
shortage of very handsome and sexy models.  I do not make porn as such, I
do make many very erotic images.  I know that to make either erotic images
or porn it takes all the true love and fun out of the equation.  These
models must work very hard as do the photographers.  One must hold still
and look the part.  As much as one may enjoy the experience of kissing,
feeling and fucking another, when in front of the camera, interruption are
continuos and movements are usually slow and choreographed to be deliberate
but not appear so.  I have great respect for the actors, photographers and
other technicians that make good quality images and video.  I trust they
are well paid and when well done, they earn every cent.

Russell is now having a wonderful time as he has two more to communicate
with, using only his thoughts.  The twins already had partly developed
this, so it will not take long for them to get quite good at it.  We had
just gotten back to normal and the construction finished when another,
almost frightening, situation arose.

Several years ago a marshal arts center opened up in one of the store
fronts, at the other end of the strip mall.  We were all among the first to
sign up.  The boys are able to spend more time at this then Dirk and I.
This place offers several different varieties Korean, Japanese, Russian and
Persian styles are taught.  I was most impressed as were the others.  While
many specialize in one style or another, our group was interested in at
least the basics of each method.  I think we all liked working with
fighting sticks too.  Dirk had great experience with fencing and several
other arts already.  He reminded me as a young man the first time, fencing
was essential in those days.  We met many new people including a number of
men and some of their sons from the local Air Force Base.  With university
and social/sports activities we were all becoming known and a true part of
the larger community.

I knew about the Japanese and Korean forms and had read about the Russian
system.  The Persian techniques were quite new to all of us.  I thought it
best to let the twins settle in before involving them in this or any other
recreation.  Some time in mid July, a new, very shy and quiet young man
started attending the Persian classes.  From his name, Javed and accent, it
was obvious he was from Iran.  Dirk talk to him some, being very well
versed in the history and culture of the place.  He did not speak Persian,
something that surprised me, he seems to speak most languages.  Russ was
the first to notice, probably because he spared with the young man, that he
was one of us.  At least Russ thought he was one of us.  I could understand
that, I had some feelings but nothing specific like I said, I only
encountered him a couple of times when he was new.  I suspected Dirk knew
but wanted to see if we recognized on our own.

I know Dirk holds the present theocratic leaders in Iran, in great
contempt.  He thinks any kind of theocratic government form is little more
then a dictatorship of the priestly class.  He has little good to say about
most religions that insist on mixing theology and politics.  I think his
views are largely influenced by his experienced as a youth.  Then he does
not much like the influence of the Roman Church or the Theocons in the US
either.  Dirk can make some very convincing arguments for the total
separation of church and state in the modern world and has in several of
his books.  I think he wanted to see how Javed was setting himself into his
new society before we acted.

By mid August Javed and Russ had become friendly toward each other.  Russ
told me he feels that Javed now trusts him and the others in the dogo.  He
used the term dogo in a very broad sense since, that term is specific to
the Japanese.  I have digressed again, haven't I.

Dirk and I were sitting quietly having a brandy, while the three younger
ones were training and the twins finishing up the LP meeting.  We got a
strong and urgent, need for help message, from Russell.  Dirk and I pulled
on some cloths and bound out the door and down the stairs.  Running toward
the boys.  At the same time the twins picked up the help message and told
the society members, Russell needed help and they all quickly dressed and
followed us.  Among them was our policeman Norman (Darkon).

A van had stopped in the parking lot and its doors were open.  We could see
that.  About 5 or 6 men were having a fight, just as we arrived.  Orval,
Turner, Russ and Javed had finished dispatching about six others.  The
Master and several other members came out the door to help but it was
obviously not needed.  Javed was in some distress, I sensed it as we
approached.  With the help of the other members, all six were now lined up.
The master had called 911 and the cops were on the way.  Norman, the twins
and about 15 others showed up seconds later.  Norman pulled out his badge
and took over.  Javed told them and all of us, that these men had tried to
force him into the van.  Dirk was sending very strong messages to Javed to
tell the truth, Russ and we were his friends and to trust us.  We sent the
members back to the Sanctuary with the twins.  The master rejoined his
class and after thanking them for the help, the other students rejoined the
master.

A squad car arrived and then another.  Norman talked to the officers and
they escorted the attackers to the station house.  We would bring Javed
down in a short wile I assured him.  I did not want to talk to much in
front of Norman.  I whispered Darkon I need to speak to Javed in privet
please.  He realized this had something to do with the LP's so agreed.
Dirk, Russell and I pulled Javed to one side.  Our sons recognized what was
happening and played the game.  Norman moved the van into a parking stall
and took the keys.

"Javed," Dirk said, "You need our help and we are here to give you just
that.  I know this is all very strange to you but you must trust us.  We
can and will protect you."

He hesitated, but we were all sending him one message, yes.

"I, uh, yes," he managed to get out.

"Good, Dirk said, now when we get to the police station you must be totally
truthful.  We will have our, now your, lawyer meet us there."

I immediately got on the cell phone and made the call.

When I turned back Javed was asking. "Why would you all want to help me?
You may think I am brave but I am nothing but a coward."

"Nonsense," Russ called out.  The look at Javed's face was priceless he is
soft spoken and was speaking just above a whisper.  Russ was at least 15
feet away.  Dirk motioned the others closer.

"Javed you are one with us, most of us anyway. I will explain later but for
now understand that we know your emotions and we are here to support you.
This time friend, you are not alone.  I can not read your thoughts just you
emotions," Dirk said.

"As Russ, the Twins you just met and myself can.  This time you are not
alone and this time you have the power and with our help more power then
you can ever imagine," I said.

Norman looked at him.  "They speak the truth Javed, I have seen it.  How do
you think we all came to your aid?"

"I...I...don't know."

"Russell called for help needed now."  Russ just pointed at his head and
smiled.  I am sure Javed was still confused but he said nothing more. All
went well at the cop shop and the bad boys will all be locked up for the
night and probably a lot longer.

When we got to the cop shop the attackers were being very uncooperative.
Pretending they did not speak much if any English.  Mr. Carlson our lawyer
was less then impressed and said so.  Javed offered to say a few words in
Persian that should get their attention and cooperation.  The desk officer
looked at Norman who smiled and said, "Why not."

Javed made a short statement that seemed to do the trick.  Norman asked
what he said. "I told them if they did not cooperate with with police, I
would say they were here illegally and worked for Iranian Secret
Service. You know what they do to spies and tarriest here?"

We all smiled.  I think I am going to really like this new apprentice.