The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Twenty-Four

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There's a brunch waiting for us in London Tracy told the group as she handed out some croissants and buns with the coffee. We ate quickly and took the hotel shuttle to the airport. I tickled Tracy through the take off much to Tomek's delight. Then we had a medicinal Scotch. When we were making our approach to land I drew Tracy into a meditation.

“Why didn't we just meditate on take off as well?” Tracy asked as we waited for our baggage.

“Tickling you is more fun and entertaining for Tomek.” I said.

Orders had been left to help us clear customs with a minimum of fuss. One of the officers started to object but I simply told his partner that they had my word as a Cardinal we were not smuggling anything untoward into the country. The lovely man decided that was good enough for him. We use the more orthodox terminology for the public I explained to Tracy. I gave her a quick look at my ID card because it tickled her to see Cardinal in front of my name.

Christopher apologized for not being able to take us to The Queen's Lancer for brunch but business was brisk in the mornings. They suggested a quick visit mid-afternoon before we left. Ignoring everybody I took Tim into my arms for a very long kiss when we stepped into the garden. He blushed deeply but didn't let go of my hand. Garth told Tracy with a group as large as ours it made sense to spend some of my obscene wealth on catering. Christopher told me I was paying for brunch for everybody staying at the bed and breakfast.

“Just as long as you don't want me to give a speech.” I said. “How's the DNA of Genta getting along.”

“Finished.” Garth told me. “You can take it back with you. Would you like to see it?”

“No, thank you. I think Daizan should see the results first.” I said. “He may need to call you so you can explain it. Mu will help translate it for him. Let me know when he has chatted with you and we will discuss them. He does have a laptop which will make it easier. Yes it's secure.”

“We'll email him the files and be able to walk him through the important parts.” Christopher told me. “Now what evil plans have you hatched for Tim?”

“This is hardly the place to discuss those plans.” I said.

“Thrashing him to new heights of pleasure and soundly screwing him are not what we mean when we say evil plans.” Christopher said calmly. Tracy and Leslie burst out laughing as I blushed. Even Tim had the audacity to smile.

“What do you want to do when you graduate from school Tim?” I asked him.

“Well I was thinking of opening a bed and breakfast or a pub.” Tim began hesitantly.

“Do both. Separate the rooms from the pub with a garden space that closes at a decent hour.” I advised. “Lets make it an inner garden with a few rooms for students and teachers on one side and a library on the other if he wants to join us or leave it at the B&B and pub. Petersen and Leif can take him out to look at some of the sights. You have a week to break the news to him.”

“What news?” Tim asked nervously.

“You're being invited to join a secret society focused on higher learning, esoteric skills, personal relations, healing and one or two other things I have most probably forgotten.” I said calmly. “These two learned men will fill in the details. They love details.”

“Are you a member?” Tim asked quietly.

“They put up with me at the odd meeting or two. Mostly I stay away and let the smart people run it.” I said.

“We usually dangle a pretty boy in front of him holding the key to a dungeon and while he's distracted we make all the important decisions. There's never a shortage of acolytes volunteering to hold the the dungeon key.” Christopher said with a smile.

“So were you sizing me up as a possible recruit last weekend?” Tim asked.

“No. Tim if I had seen you as nothing more than a possible recruit it would have gone against the core teaching of my faith.” I explained sincerely. “You are an incredible soul sitting right where you are. There is nothing more for you to do or anything you need to be perfect in my eyes. Everything else is fluff. Dust that settles so I get to work on uncovering the brilliant you. I find you in this moment one of the most desirable, intelligent and caring souls I have ever met. Saying no to these two hooligans will not change that. They will offer you an opportunity to polish the jewel you are until it is dazzling. Now if you're done eating I'd like the chance to prove just how much I've missed you?”

“Yes, I've had my fill. Your friends won't mind? I know you don't have much time in London.” Tim asked.

“Garth will guide them around the city and we'll meet at the pub.” Christopher said. “I'll stay here to pry Rohan off you in a couple of hours. Sorry, Rohan you literally only have two hours.”

“I will come back soon and we will make love Tim.” I promised him. “Will you do me the honor of sharing your body with me even though we only have time for a quickie?”

“You have to love a tradition that teaches two hours is a quickie.” Tracy said to Leslie.

“As long as they also teach the more conventional version.” Leslie replied. “Few people are able to slip away for two hours. I don't think I'm fit enough to make every bout of lovemaking a two-hour marathon. The two hooligans do have a point. We'd better get moving if we want our friends to get a decent taste of London.”

“Tim please be certain he gets out of those clothes before he works up a sweat.” Tracy said. “Thank you for trusting his sincerity. Have fun.”

“The rooms unlocked.” Christopher said.

Today I manacled Tim with his front pressed against the cold brick wall. Looking at his long lean frame I could understand why some people might want to raise welts from head-to-toe. I was quite happy just to lash my partners on the ass. Before I laid the first blow and without any preamble I fucked him.

“You really did miss me.” Tim said with a smile when I came in just a few minutes. “Why didn't you call? I could have helped.”

“Waiting for the real thing was such exquisite torture.” I whispered in his ear.

Watching cum trickle out of his ass between smacks got me fully erect before the count reached thirty. After forty blows from the tawes I stepped up to him for a long French kissing session. I let my fingers play lightly over the heated flesh of his ass. Kissing him tenderly I tried to let as much love as I could flow into him. Convincing him of my love even shackled to a dungeon wall was important. Tim had to learn the play came second to the emotion.

When I resumed his spanking it was with the hairbrush. A lovely broad backed wooden brush that landed solidly against his curved cheeks. This time I only stopped when we reached fifty. No kissing or light touching now. I set the brush aside and quickly picked up the cane. Nine strokes would leave a nice reminder of our time together. Working my way from top to bottom and back again I made three passes across the surface of his ass.

Kneeling behind him I pressed my face firmly against him so I could feel the welts forming as I rimmed him. Reaching between his legs I tugged gently on his balls. Pulling them back I broke off the rimming to kiss his nuts. Releasing them I licked my way up the length of his back until I reach his ear. I wanted him again. Manacled and pressed against the wall. Reaching between us I guided my cock into him. I pressed through the mess of my earlier desperate release.

“I would die before I took away your freedom to choose whatever you wanted.” I whispered in his ear as my hips moved back and forth. “I'd feel like a corpse for a long while if you chose not to give yourself to me again.”

“Why don't you remind me why I said you were worth the wait.” Tim gasped. “Yes just like that. Very fucking convincing.”

“Good because I have lots of fucking and convincing left inside of me.” I murmured. “I'll miss you sweet Tim.”

“I'll miss you, you old scoundrel.” Tim said. “Promise you'll visit soon.”

“I promise.” I groaned as he clamped down on me.

“Now that we've gotten through the pleasantries why don't you fuck me?” Tim asked.

I did just that. Christopher found me gently hugging Tim who was still manacled to the wall. He released Tim so I wouldn't have to let go just yet. All too soon I had to let go. He said it was better he didn't come with us to The Queen's Lancer.

“I'd rather cry in private.” Tim said just as I turned away.

“Me too.” I said. “Sometimes we don't get to choose where we cry.”

Tim swatted my ass as I stepped down onto the pathway. I chuckled and kept walking. This time Christopher didn't wait until we were out of sight before offering me a handkerchief. Fortunately as a high ranking member of one of the oldest medical schools in history he knew exactly what to prescribe. Betty wordlessly handed me a large Scotch when I entered the pub. I downed it and asked for a beer.

Tomek was sitting with a small glass of beer in front of him. His smile lit up the room as he sipped cautiously from it. Although a very small glass it was his own glass. He kindly allowed me to join them at their table. I told him he had made a fine choice in his beer. Then I let him tell me all about what they'd been up to the past two hours. Betty came over with another beer for me. She unceremoniously sat in my lap and asked me if there was something wrong with my first beer. I assured her it was a very fine brew. Yes I'd gladly finish it unless it means you'll get up.

“Of course I won't get up.” Betty said. “You need some cheering up. Lover's quarrel?”

“Hardly.” Christopher said with a grin.

“Lover's farewell.” I said with a sigh and drained the rest of my first beer. “No it isn't permanent.”

“Good then you can pop back and visit us soon.” Betty said. “Dad tells me dirty weekends are lots of fun. We'll make you lots of money so you can afford to fly quite often.”

“Very kind of you.” I said kissing her cheek.

Betty kept her word and didn't move except to get me a third beer. Finally it was time for us to head to the airport. I took Tomek with me as I toured the pub in search of the staff and thanked them. This time we did meditation at take off and landing. Tracy kept quiet as I stared morosely out of the window for an hour idly toying with my whiskey. I think everybody was glad I got to sleep through most of the eleven hour flight. I know I was.

“Wait here with the others.” I instructed Tracy as we approached customs.

Flashing my religious credentials I asked to speak to the man in charge. I explained these people were guests and family members of a happy couple I would be marrying. Then I asked if he could explain the easiest way for us to negotiate all the paperwork and make it as easy on his staff as possible. No need to rush I assured him. There's the language thing and it would be best to avoid any misunderstanding. Maybe one of his kind staff would show me what was required and I could instruct the others I suggested.

“No need Cardinal.” the man boomed. “Have your party follow me.”

“Please it's just Rohan.” I said. “All the pomp and ceremony makes it hard for me to remain humble. Then there is the paparazzi.”

“I understand. We'll show you a side exit if one of your party could have your car come around.” he said.

“I'll take care of that. I'm Sister Tracy his personal assistant.” Tracy said offering her hand for him to shake.

They let Tracy through first so she could arrange to have the cars brought around. Then the staff courteously helped our Polish friends with their paperwork. They were very grateful for Ivan and Feliks' help as translators. J, Sophie and Amanda were our drivers. The senior customs official asked if I wouldn't mind blessing him. I added a little channeling to the simple benediction to give it a deeper resonance. When he stood I kissed him on each cheek. My gratitude was sincere. The lines ahead of us had been very long and by the time we reached the front those customs employees would not have been in a very good mood.

“Tracy said you pulled ecclesiastical rank to get through customs.” Sophie said as we drove away. “Is that the same rank the boys have agreed to forget to ask you about? Then consider it forgotten.”

There was little to say on the drive to the apartment. There was no sense in having to repeat ourselves several times. Sophie told us the boys were holding up surprisingly well but she'd feel more at ease once Leslie had chatted to them. I'm glad I look tired I told Sophie because I feel very tired. She said Tracy could brew up some of that special tea for me. Patricia had brought the herbs over yesterday and the apartment manager had let her in. Amanda had phoned to warn him Patricia was on her way.

My housekeeper met us in the parking area and insisted on taking my luggage from me. The reason became clear when she insisted I step into the apartment ahead of the others.

“Dad!” two boys cried out and charged me.

I knelt and opened my arms to my sons and Morgan who was a split-second behind them. Lifting the three of them in my arms I carried them to the couch where we just sat in silence. The boys kissed me a few times. I kissed them. After five minutes I got them up and led them to where the others were greeting the gang.

“Don't any of you people have jobs to go to?” I said with a grin. “Juliet you shouldn't wave a wooden spoon at somebody unless you are willing to use it. The boys gave out my secret oatmeal recipe? They will have to pay for that. Later.”

“Later?” Morgan asked. “How much later?”

“Quite a bit later.” I admitted. “I am really, really tired. This has been a long, busy and emotionally draining trip. Right now I'd have trouble lifting the feather.”

“We got a good number of kisses for the secret.” Dylan assured me. “Here's Tracy with your tea, Dad. We'll go practice Smurf Racer with Tomek.”

Tracy told Juliet she had me scheduled with her from two until five tomorrow afternoon. Juliet said she'd be sure to call Leslie to discuss the itinerary with her. I told Tracy that after breakfast I would be going to bed for some rest. Please will you let my housekeeper know how to get in touch with Christopher. I'd like the boys to chat with Tim. They'll most likely be up and about before me. I'll be fine tomorrow. We'll show Leslie and Ivan the chapel tomorrow morning. Sarah will need to join us I added. Tracy told me Beatka and her mom would be arriving Wednesday afternoon. Yes they would join us for dinner. Juliet told me it was best we ate so the others could get settled and grab some rest.

Leslie told me one of her clients was away for two weeks and had offered her the use of the apartment as a wedding gift. Eliasz and his wife, Katarzyna, would stay with her and Ivan. Her client's apartment had three bedrooms and a large couch for Tomek to sleep on. Beatka and her mom would share the third bedroom which had two single beds. Tracy suggested I use the money I was saving on hotels for our guests on a dirty weekend. Betty suggested it Tracy told them. My housekeeper told the boys they'd understand later today. Right now it was time to get everybody settled.

“I'm going to help Judyta and her family get settled. Then I will be right back.” my housekeeper said as she headed to the front door. “I expect to see you boys napping with your dad when I return. You boys will put your pajamas on. Rohan you will take a quick shower by yourself before bed. Do you all understand or must I repeat those instructions?”

“We understand.” Dylan said. “Any chance of a compromise on the pajamas? I didn't think so but I had to ask.”

The boys were able to keep their pajamas on and feed me their sweet loads. That was pretty much as long as I could stay awake. I mumbled the three ounces they had all put on seemed to have settled on their butts. The tawes will take care of it I mumbled sleepily. Before they could offer a response I was asleep.

My housekeeper woke me four-and-a-half hours later. She had a smoothie for me downstairs. I told her I'd be happy to make up a blend for the beef roasts. The boys are in the spare room talking to Tim, Christopher and Garth she told me. My housekeeper told me she'd wake me at five so I could prepare the vegetables. The others would be over around six. I had just started up the stairs when I heard the boys coming down. My housekeeper took the laptop from Morgan. I carried them back up to bed. This time I didn't even attempt to blow them. Snuggling between them I fell asleep while they were kissing me.

The boys were actually still asleep when I woke just before five. I quietly slipped out of bed and was in the shower when my housekeeper woke them. They came into the bathroom rubbing their eyes.

“We promised your housekeeper we wouldn't delay you for too long.” Dylan told me as the three of them joined me in the shower.

“Unfortunately she knows us too well and defined too long for us. Twenty-one minutes is too long.” Morgan told me. “So purely to keep you out of trouble we have decided you will do a cock and balls double-team of your sons with your ass up.”

“That will be three kisses each.” I said with a smile. “Yes Adam I am taking advantage of the fact you guys don't have time to negotiate. Pucker up.”

“Rohan you do know I am only doing this to save time don't you?” Morgan said sliding into my ass.

“That nod could mean yes or it might just be part of the incredible blowjob we're getting.” Dylan said squirming.

“I think he knows his rock hard ass isn't enough on its own to entice you. Oh gods, fuck I've missed Dad's talented tongue.” Adam said.

“And finger er fingers. Oh yes. Sweet Lord.” Dylan added. “Morgan you better not be long!”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Morgan asked. “Only an idiot thinks Rohan isn't in charge even when you're fucking him. Fucking hell I swear his got muscles in ass nobody else has.”

Morgan filled me before my sons. Their asses clenched tightly around my probing fingers moments before their cum flowed into my mouth. You boys are going to go to sleep tonight empty I promised when I'd had my fill. We were on the way to the stairs when I heard my housekeeper say she was going to fetch us. I motioned the boys to side of the steps and hid in the playroom. The clever lads let her pass before hugging her from behind. I stepped up and kissed her long, hard and deeply.

“Only an extra special kiss would do.” I said. “You treated the boys as if they were your own sons. One day some soul will discover just how wise he was to choose you as his mom. Now let's go cook.”

“You remembered it is British night?” Leslie asked me. “Bakewell pudding is what you had in mind for dessert isn't it?”

“What else would I serve with roast beef and Yorkshire pudding?” I asked in return. “Tracy it's about time you made Yorkshire pudding on your own.”

How good it felt being back in my kitchen cooking for the gang. This time we had guests from Poland joining us as well. The rest had been exactly what I needed. I asked Tracy if she had enjoyed the trip. She told me even with Genta's passing she had enjoyed it immensely. Yes I felt the same and was glad we had the technology to share so much of his passing with the others. Juliet entered the kitchen to grab two beers and swatted me firmly on the way to the fridge. She whispered in my ear she was going to have a chat with Leslie and wanted Tracy to be there for a bit. I told her I wanted Tracy back in the kitchen in ten minutes or I'd spank all three of them.

Tracy made it back in time. We took care of the dessert then adjourned to the dining area. Tracy placed a Skype call to Sanne. They were also waiting for their dinner to finish cooking. They answered our call in Elaine's cottage. Dylan assured them we had spent the day in bed sleeping. Elaine told them to spank my housekeeper for making them sleep in pajamas. Morgan told her he'd be glad to if he didn't see the wisdom in it.

“Rohan looks so much better than when he got home I'm glad she got him some rest.” Morgan said. “We got some relief while keeping our pants on and the shower was lots of fun.”

“Elaine if we'd been naked Rohan would have lost out on at least two hours of sleep.” Adam added. “I suppose we could be coerced into giving her a thank you kiss from you. Three kisses in addition to the ones we've missed out on these past two weeks.”

“That's brings the total of kisses you owe us to fifteen.” Dylan said with certainty. “Elaine it is a very complicated and convoluted mathematical formula that determines these things.”

“I believe it's called the guess formula.” Morgan said blandly.

Elaine updated us about the vegetables. Stephen had visited and left very impressed with the work she had done Sanne told us. Her and Bram stopped at the hotel for lunch on the way home and checked-in with Lawrence, Stephen and Richard. Lawrence and Richard planned to come into town early Thursday morning with Sanne and Bram. Elaine would bring the kids in on Friday afternoon after school. Stephen and his wife would give her a lift. Lawrence had use his contacts inside the hotel industry to get them all a very good rate.

While we were directing people towards the dining room table Emily called to see if I had any spare time tomorrow. When she said it had to do with the farmers I told her we'd meet for lunch. Around twelve I told her and gave her the name of the restaurant. J and Sophie had purchased a very nice, solid wood folding table to go with my existing table. They'd consulted with Lao about setting it up in a way that didn't mess with the feng shui. I gave Sophie a gentle thank you kiss but the kiss I gave J got the boys to whistle and mourn the fact the recorder wasn't on. Seeing Sophie watching us when I set J on his feet I smiled at her and nodded. She smiled back.

“J are you working Thursday?” I asked him as we settled into our seats.

“I took Thursday and Friday off to help with the wedding or with our guests. Wherever you need me.” J said. “I'm free from around three Wednesday afternoon until midday Monday.”

“We will need you here for breakfast Thursday morning.” I said. “Between breakfast and when Bram gets here you will be spending time with me in the playroom. Do you think you can manage until then or do we need to make it Wednesday afternoon?”

“I'll manage.” J said quietly. “Thank you, Rohan.”

“This will help us both be more settled.” I said. “Now will somebody please carve the meat before I take a bite out of Tomek.”

Feliks and Ivan saved Tomek. Judyta helped dish up the vegetables. Morgan and Adam stole kisses from Alenka and told our servers not rush to fill their plates. Judyta obligingly served them last. Tomek became a fan of the Bakewell pudding. Judyta predicted he'd be a fan of every dessert I served this week. Adam confessed he hadn't met a dessert he didn't like.

We spent the evening socializing. The boys began learning all about Poland from Alenka. Tracy made certain they didn't tire her by suggesting some Smurf Racer with Tomek after an hour. Sophie told them she'd like to chat a little with Alenka so after one more kiss they headed off to play their game. I joined them for a couple of games before handing over to Tracy. You'll be fine I told her.

“Hello Emily. Sorry to trouble you again.” I apologized. “Any chance of you meeting us at ten instead of twelve? Wonderful. My corporate head office. I need you to make a 3-D image of the space for Bram and Sanne. Really sorry I didn't think of it earlier.”

“Do you mind if our architect friend joins us? Yes Samuel. Great. I'll text him and see if he can join us at ten but if not we'll meet at the restaurant.” Emily assured me.

We went out for a walk to show our friends part of the city. Nobody believed me when I said it was pure coincidence we ended up finishing our walk at the milkshake bar.

“Excuse me folks I won't delay you too long.” I said walking to the front and asking the cashier not to charge the card she was holding. “My friends are visiting from Poland and in honor of their first trip abroad I'm buying shakes for everybody. Yes that includes to go orders. Sister Tracy will give you a card to charge in a minute. Thank you all for joining in our celebration. The boys will accept thank you kisses if anybody feels so inclined.”

“Nicely done Dad.” Dylan said as a pretty college student kissed his cheek. I looked on and beamed until she planted her lips on mine. The boys laughed knowing she had set a trend the others would follow. Adam lifted a little girl up so she could thank me with a kiss on my cheek. Her milkshake was almost as big as her head. Tracy gave the staff a generous tip for all the extra work.

I wanted to see the apartment Judyta and her family was staying in so we headed over. The apartment was very spacious and comfortable. Satisfied everybody would have enough space we said goodnight to them. The others headed off from there so it was just Amanda, Sophie, J and the boys who returned to my apartment. We had a quick nightcap. They left me alone with Dylan. He told me the boys would each spend a night with me. Tomorrow night it would be Morgan and on Wednesday it would be Adam. I sat on the couch with him.

“You don't mind us just snuggling for bit do you?” I asked him. “I've really missed you boys and holding you.”

“No, I don't mind and your housekeeper trusts the new you so much she didn't even set a curfew.” Dylan said.

“That's very sneaky of her. Dylan she's sending a message that she trust me to do the honorable thing so there is no way I will keep you up too late.” I explained. “Did you enjoy your chat with Tim?”

“Did we ever? He supports the same soccer team as us. Yes, Dad, Newcastle United.” Dylan said. “He's developed quite a crush on you and I think it goes beyond you just being his first. Oh, wow you feel the same way about him. Why I do believe my poor old pet pervert might be falling in love. That's so sweet. Wait until the other two hear about it. When did it happen? The first kiss? First fuck? First blowjob?”

“He called me an old scoundrel.” I said with a wistful sigh.

“That would do it.” Dylan said gently. “Will you get married here or in England?”

“Married.” I spluttered. “The boy is only fifteen. What need do I have for such entanglements?”

“None but Tim does and your love for him will soon be as deep as it is for us boys.” Dylan said. “Yes I am enjoying this just like Christopher and Garth. Tim had to go take care of something so we chatted a little longer with the two British hooligans as you call them. Tracy told us you refer to them as hooligans. Adam asked them for advice on healing deep, emotional wounds. Boy did that cause their faces to light up.”

“They're Hospitallers.” I explained. “Mention any healing and they get giddy with delight. Still it will keep them out of trouble. Did you all agree to give blood?”

“How did you know? They said you will arrange it and know what tests to have done. What is a Hospitaller?” Dylan asked and listened intently as I gave him a quick history lesson. He nodded when I said it is not something to mention around others. Then I explained about their interest in DNA.

When I finished explaining I leaned towards him and kissed him hungrily. Soon we were shedding our clothing hastily. I was afraid Dylan would climax just from being laid over my knee. His cute butt was there for the spanking so I did. I needed the contact so I spanked him with my hand. Working all around, up and down his cheeks. Firm enough to cause him to gasp in pain the spanking was nonetheless delivered tenderly. When his cheeks had a lovely glow to them I ended the spanking.

Stretching out on the couch I let Dylan settle down on top of me. He looked so beautiful as he rode me. Varying the angle and pace he stoked the desire within me to a rapid boil. I guided him a little in the clenching and unclenching of his ass as he rode me. The shadows and moonlight danced over his skin creating patterns that seemed to kiss him. My hands ran lightly over his body. Suddenly keeping a physical connection throughout our fucking was important. The lightest of touch was perfect if it was constant.

Groaning deeply Dylan slipped off me and shuffled up towards my face. He stroked his cock a few times and offered to me but I held him away. Watching my son jack off was fucking hot.

“Now Dad! Right fucking now!” Dylan warned me. I opened my mouth just in time to catch his cum. A few streams fell short but he got most of it inside my mouth by moving closer and resting his cock on my tongue. Then he shuffled back and impaled himself again.

Now it was my turn and I gave myself completely to the pleasure in my groin. I let myself remember what sex was like as a teenager consumed with the wonder of this new pleasure. Oh gods how I longed to cum. Nothing was more important than jettisoning my load. The sooner you cum the sooner you get to cum again and again. Squeezing his cheeks hard I bucked beneath him. Thrusting into him as he slid down my shaft I exploded. Slumping into the couch I pumped my cum deep inside him as he sat on me.

My loving son was able to feed me another load just before I turned out the light. I drew him close and tried not to imagine it was Tim in my arms. Every boy in their time I reminded myself. Honor this boy with your attention. Something that had been so easy a couple of weeks ago now took a lot more work.

The other two scurvy knaves joined us in the morning. Morgan fucked Dylan while I sucked Dylan and Adam rode me. What a glorious arrangement I thought when our orgasms struck. They all agreed with me that we should do this more often.

While we were dressing I admitted their help with breakfast would be most welcome. Biscuits with sausage gravy would be a good American breakfast to share with our friends from Poland I decided. Yes we can add the greens to the gravy I told the miscreants if they let the head chef fondle their cute butts. Tracy almost caught me with my hand on the back of Morgan's jeans. Fortunately the other two claiming their good morning kiss distracted her. I think my blush gave me away although Tracy never said a word.

Leslie brought our Polish friends over with her and Abby. Emily told me Tracy had suggested she join us for breakfast. I thanked my lucky stars for having Tracy as my personal assistant which caused her to blush. The boys roped Tomek into helping make and serve our green smoothies. I left them alone for a few minutes while I took Leslie and Ivan out to the balcony for a quick chat. Poking my head into the living room I asked my housekeeper to join us. She agreed to being surprised by the chapel and reception area along with our Polish friends and agreed to show them around the city.

“Let's eat.” I said striding back into the living room. “We need these slow cookers emptied so I can start dinner before we head out.”

Leslie assured Judyta she had plenty of help and wanted them to have a relaxing time. They were all going to get a new outfit for the wedding. Lawrence had insisted on dressing us all for the wedding. Even Lao and his mom would be dressed by Lawrence. I helped get their agreement to the surprise by telling them Beatka and her mom wouldn't see the space before the wedding. The boys said they wouldn't see it until the big day either. My housekeeper decided our Polish guests needed to experience a good mocha and led them away when we had seen the boys off.

Sophie, Amanda, Leslie and Emily all helped prepare the meat mix for the shepherd's pie by slicing and dicing the vegetables. I manned the skillets. The sight of me keeping four skillets going at once transfixed Emily but the others took it for granted. I handed her a skillet from time-to-time to empty into a slow cooker. In less than an hour we headed out the door. Tracy drove us over in one of our rental cars. We fetched Sarah on the way. I directed Tracy to park at a side entrance. The side door could only be opened by myself I told them as I held my thumb over the scanner. When needed I could set a combination for others to use.

The door led to the chapel at the back left corner. I had them close their eyes as I led them into the chapel. Only when I had closed the door and taken a few moments to pay silent homage to the space did I tell them to open their eyes.

“Oh, Rohan it's stunning.” Leslie said with tears forming in her eyes. “It's like a cathedral.”

“You can't get married anywhere else.” Sarah declared.

“Why would she want to?” Tracy asked looking around in awe.

Running down the sides were a series of arches. There were niches set into the wall. Each niche had either candles or religious icons from different faiths. Texts from a variety of scriptures hung on the walls. The words embroidered on squares of silk. Mahogany pews with thick cushions provided the seating. Leslie sat down and gazed in wonder at the front of the chapel. Stained glass extended depicting a variety of natural scenes extended upwards for forty feet. A large organ dominated the left while the right hand side had an area for the choir.

“Where is the light coming from?” Tracy asked.

“The two doors you see in the front corners lead into the garden space where I'd like to hold the reception.” I explained. “The space is open but there is a retractable wooden roof if it begins to rain. Shall we go have a look?”

“Let me enjoy this a little longer.” Leslie said. Ivan had sat down next to her and was holding her hand. “What do you think Ivan? Can you picture us getting married up front?”

“Wait don't answer yet.” Tracy said coming up with my official garments. “We have to see how splendid you look even if you just put a few of the items on. Now go stand up front where you will perform the ceremony. Do you see yourself getting married here now Ivan?”

“It's perfect.” Ivan said. “Must we wait until Saturday?”

Emily told us all to enjoy the space for a few minutes while she walked around it with the laptop. Sarah asked where I found the members for the choir. I told her they came from a nearby monastery. Petersen would take care of it the moment Leslie decided if this was where she wanted to get married. Without waiting for Leslie to formally agree Tracy quickly called him. She told us he was glad Leslie had said yes. Tracy scolded me for not telling them Leif and Petersen had exchanged vows in this chapel. I smiled and asked her to help me check on things. She hung my official clothing back up for me and followed me around. Everything seemed in order. I told her two members of our order would be in to clean and set up the flowers.

“This may prove to be quite a surprise.” I said before I opened the door to the garden. “Ivan stay close to Leslie. Emily you might want to set the laptop down for a minute.”

Ivan took Leslie in his arms and held her as she cried. Then he led her to a bench and they sat together. Emily and Sarah wandered around with their mouths hanging open. Tracy told me she'd haul me into the church for a long spanking if it wasn't for my appointment with Juliet this afternoon. I draped an arm over her shoulders and held her close. The garden was a very healing space. I'd invested a lot of energy and time in getting it just right. More than just the physical space the energy was what struck most people the hardest. I led Tracy slowly around the garden.

“Give Leslie a little more time before we show her that.” I suggested when Tracy made to pull a large stained glass door out into the space. There were two doors that swung out into the garden. They each had half a maṇḍala and stretched across the full width of the garden. Set twenty feet from the back wall they were perfectly placed for the sunlight to shine through them.

“How long did it take you to create this amazing space?” Tracy asked me quietly.

“What makes you think it was me?” I asked as we walked slowly towards Leslie.

“Strangely enough it is the energy more than anything else that screams Rohan.” Tracy said.

“That large Redwood tree has been here for several hundred years. The others around it I brought in to give it support.” I said. “The rest of the garden I built around it over a nine-year period. I finished it about a decade or so ago.”

The garden on either side of the clearing was a replica of a British woodland. The central part I was leading Tracy through was a lawn that sloped down from the outside towards a level space in the middle. There was plenty of depth to the forest area. You could step deep enough among the trees to lose sight of the lawn area. The underbrush and natural eco-systems thrived with the aid of an intricate system that allowed me to create an artificial climate when needed. Now with the plants established this was seldom necessary but in the beginning it had been the only way to make sure the eco-system took hold. The moment I'd taken my first walk through a small woodland area in England I knew I wanted to bring it back with me. That had been almost twenty years ago when I was studying with the Order. I thought of all the hours I'd sat with my back to the old Redwood tree meditating on the image of the mandala while the garden grew around me. Tracy had listened in complete silence as I shared this with her.

“No wonder it has such a strong energetic imprint of your presence.” Tracy said.

“So that's what I felt.” Leslie said lifting her head from Ivan's chest and dabbing at her eyes. “You don't mind us bringing all our guests into this space? You are right. I doubt it will have much of an impact on the energy of the place. I think the energy is as deeply rooted as that Redwood tree. Rohan you have shown us a side of you few people see and invited us into a very magical space. Promise me you will let these be your wedding gifts to us and nothing else.”

“I promise but remember you did ask me to also channel a hymn or chant. Yes, I guess that is part of the service.” I agreed. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“We won't change our mind.” Ivan said emphatically. “This feels like a magic glen from the fairy tale books my mother red to me.”

“Where will the guests sit?” Sarah asked.

“There are long tables and benches that we set up on the garden banks.” I explained. “They were custom designed to work with the slope of the ground. The Redwoods sit at the far end and the guests of honor over there against the chapel wall. The level space is for dancing. Now if you are up to a little walk Tracy has something to show you.”

While Ivan, Leslie, Sarah and Emily stood near the trunk of the oak tree I showed Tracy a fake moss-covered rock. She lifted it up and pressed the switch. Silently and slowly the large doors swung in. Thick dark wood framed the top and outside. Aluminum finished the frame on the bottom and where the two halves met so it didn't break up the image when the doors closed. We rejoined the others just before the doors met.

“Rohan I think I will have to remove any restrictions I placed on Juliet.” Leslie said hugging me. “You deserve a sound thrashing for making me choose between the chapel and the garden.”

“Those doors would form a spectacular backdrop.” Sarah admitted.

“Please can we see the space with the roof closed.” Emily asked. “I will be using this image to meditate with for a very long time I feel.”

“Let's do that on Thursday because it takes almost an hour for the roof to close.” I explained. “Sanne and Bram will be with us on Thursday afternoon if you can make it. Sanne will want to see the climate control in action. That's off the kitchen so I can show you both together.”

“I'll make it.” Emily vowed. “Besides I want to see Sanne's reaction to the garden. You have me curious about why you simply didn't take care of all your recent garden projects.”

“Yes, Boss, why didn't you?” Tracy asked.

“Time.” I explained. “I barely have enough of it as it is. Even though I managed to do a pretty decent job with this garden it took me many years. There is always more for me to learn about gardening from people like Sanne. Shall I go for a walk while you discuss if you want to use this space?”

“No you can't go for a walk.” Leslie said. “I will fire Sarah as my wedding planner if she says no.”

“Where will the food be prepared?” Sarah asked. “That's my only question. This is the perfect space for the two of them to get married.”

“Remember how we walked down a long passage way when we entered through the side door?” I asked. “The doors on the left as we entered lead into a large kitchen which has a door leading into the wooded area. A little labor intensive because you cannot wheel the food out on trolleys but have to carry it. I think it's a lovely walk. The caterers can enter through the chapel before the guests arrive. I'll lead Beatka and her mom in through the side door so they don't see the space when we do the baking.”

Tracy went over to press a switch and the doors swung open again. Ivan surprised me by giving me a huge hug before we climbed into the car. The others all agreed we should keep this as a surprise from the rest. Sanne and Bram would be the only other people to see the space. Leif could dress the tables and Petersen would help with the catering. I asked Leslie and Ivan to join us for lunch because Ivan knew the farmers. They agreed and soon we were parking outside the steakhouse.

Samuel and Emily had worked with the video footage from Wincenty to create a set-up that would help keep costs down. Before our discussion went any further I asked our waitress if we could have a private room because we'd need to make some business calls. I knew there were two conference rooms available which is why I had chosen to meet here. Tracy called Wincenty and asked if he could listen in. Wincenty assured her it wasn't too late and he'd love to join in the conversation.

“Instead of six individual processing plants why don't we create one larger one?” Samuel asked. There was an empty parcel of land that was out of sight of the farms. “My only reservation is how difficult it will be for the farmers to get the animals to this area.”

“The terrain from the farms to that area is easily negotiated by the animals.” Wincenty told him. “Rohan if it is necessary we will spend your money on a truck to transport the animals but the walk will do the farmers good. The only objection I can see the farmers having is about access to the plant. The farmer who owns the land with it is the one in power. What if he decides to charge us for crossing his land? A small chance but one the farmers will worry over until it is a big fear.”

“That's easily solved.” I said. “We can buy the land from the farmer and pay for the plant. That way it belongs to the meat shop. Part of the agreement will include access rights. The farmers can pay a small fee per animal until we have made our money back and then we will drop this charge.”

“Sounds fair to me.” Ivan said. “You saved all the farms so I don't think they will mind selling you a piece of land.”

“No they won't.” Wincenty agreed. “Was there anything else?”

“This is about the farmhouses.” Emily said. “You were planning on knocking down the existing ones once the new ones got built which seems like a waste. What if we connected the old house with the new house with a wall at each end. We'll update the old space with running water. The newly enclosed space could become an inner garden. The old house could be converted into a storage space or living room and guest quarters. Rohan told me about the outside ovens so we included a small covered area for the winter. The oven will be under cover next to the kitchen door which leads into the garden. Heat from the oven will warm the wall of the house a little.”

“Let's speak to Bram about a removable roof so in the winter this garden would become an indoor garden.” I suggested. “The farmers won't mind helping each other get a roof in place.”

“No need to worry about lifting a roof.” Samuel said. “We can have one that folds out from the existing roofs. During the summer it would be folded back and lie flat on the roof. The farmers would need to lay a cross beam and some trusses in place but they could be prefabricated and stored when not in use. Set up this framework. Fold the roof panels onto it. Secure them together and it's done.”

“Why are you groaning Wincenty?” Leslie asked with a smile. “You invited Rohan in and now he is taking your farmers and turning them in wealthy land owners with large modern cob houses. Wait until you see how nicely Emily has furnished them. I only hope the farmers and their families are not too scared to live in them.”

“Have a little vodka.” Tracy suggested.

“I'm looking at how Emily has them decorated now.” Ivan said. “My suggestion would be to have a lot of vodka. She has even used furniture available in Katowice. I never knew we had such good stuff.”

“Wincenty I will drag these two over with me when I bring the boys so they can include her in the feast.” I said. “They have even used cob for the outside of the processing plant so it looks nicer.”

“Once Bram has had a look at these images and called his friends in the Netherlands for the materials we will send them on to the local architect.” Samuel said. “I have built the processing plant to our local health and safety regulations so it might need tweaking. I will email you when I send the files over so you can look them over with the architect on your end.”

“Sounds good.” Wincenty said. “Now if you'll excuse me I'll go drink a little too much.”

Tracy hurried me through dessert. Leslie suggested being late for my appointment with a lady who already intended to spank me was not a good idea. Emily blushed prettily. They dropped me off at Juliet's home with just a couple of minutes to spare.

“Morgan explained it to me when my emotions had settled.” Juliet said as she poured me a cup of tea. Her home reminded me of an English country cottage. I had complimented her on doing such a good decorating job and she'd told me she grew up in England. “Still it was very brave of Dylan. He smacked me quite firmly.”

“I knew I could count on him.” I said. “They are such good boys.”

“Especially when being naughty.” Juliet said with a smile. “You came here even though you didn't know what to expect. Courage or trust?”

“Trust.” I told her. “Whatever you ask of me I know will be what you need. We all serve in our own way as the priests are fond of saying. I'm a little more flexible in the ways I choose to serve others.”

“From what Daizan said I know you are a priest of sorts. A very high-ranking member of the clergy.” Juliet said. “Would you mind blessing my play space?”

“Glad to.” I said helping myself to another piece of shortbread.

The blessing and benediction were mostly energetic but I knew Juliet would notice the change. She had asked me to do it naked and I waited patiently for her to join me. Juliet's only reaction when she entered the space was a smile as she handed me a collar to fasten around my neck. She had dressed in a very feminine dress with a long skirt and lace trimmed bodice. On her feet were white sandals. When I had the collar on she asked me to stand beneath some chains that dangled from the ceiling. Following her instructions I extended my arms out as if secured to the cuffs. She didn't secure them but told me to hold the position until she released me.

Juliet started by placing me in a chastity device. Then she lashed me gently with a light flogger up my front and down my back. The medium flogger got used with exquisite control to lightly kiss my back. The blows were heavier when she reached my ass and eased up when she continued down. I was curious as to why she didn't spank me harder. This was far too gentle for me to mistake it as being anything but deliberate.

She led through all the different play stations in her space. There was always some rope or restraining device where I got ordered to stand but not once did she secure me. I was beaten firmly and lovingly in a number of positions. She even had me lie on my back on a spanking horse with my arms and legs pointing straight up. Wrist and ankle cuffs hung just above my limbs.

All sense of time had been lost moments into the blessing and benediction. The most challenging part of our play was standing with my arms and legs spread while Juliet tickled me for a long while with a feather. Several times I'd come close to losing my inner poise and dropping my arms. I managed to hold my position just long enough. Now standing with my hands on the back of my head I guessed we were close to the end of our session when the spanking increased in intensity. The contrast between the tickling and a firm spanking was an eye opener for me. I looked forward to sharing this experience with the boys. Right now I felt the burn steadily increasing in my ass.

My only relief was a quick clenching and unclenching of my cheeks between blows. Juliet was spanking me hard and steadily now. Finally we had worked our way around to a fitting thank you from her to me. The respect she felt for me required nothing less than a very solid beating. In return I stood and took it to show my respect for the gift. Everybody who knew about this meeting knew I wasn't leaving without a well blistered ass.

“Dylan get in here quick.” Juliet called out as she untied the collar. I sighed in relief when she removed the cock and ball cage. “Because you were brave enough to smack me when your dad asked I am going to let you give your dad a blowjob. I want the two of you to join us in the parlor. There's a shower down the passage to the right. Be quick.”

Before Juliet had left the space Dylan had sunk to his knees and taken me in his mouth. Juliet left the room without looking back. I would have bet money she didn't make it to the parlor before I fed Dylan my load. I wasn't surprised to see the other two scurvy knaves and Tracy waiting for us. Juliet told me she'd wanted the boys to watch and see that being a submissive didn't mean being subservient. Both roles require a different kind of strength and a man could keep his dignity even while being ordered around or beaten by a lady she told them. Then she caused me to blush when she told them I was one of the few men she'd met in over ten years of being a Dominatrix who had been able to stand my ground through an entire session. There have only been two others she answered Adam. Holding without the manacles fastened is infinitely more challenging she explained. Morgan said the most impressive part had been holding my position under the feather. Tracy agreed and then blushed when she realized she'd let me know she had watched as well.

“Tracy you've seen me spanked before.” I said. “This was no different.”

“This was different.” Dylan said. “Although you obeyed Juliet without question you still managed to let us know you were equals. I've heard people talk about maintaining your dignity but I'd never seen what this meant before today. I know you weren't putting on a show for us because you didn't know we were watching.”

The boys told Juliet the only proper thank you they could give her was to invite her to join us for dinner. Tracy told her there was no sense in her cooking when I had to cook anyways. She told Juliet she wouldn't allow the boys to kiss her thank you for more than an hour. Adam asked if that excluded travel time to the apartment. Tracy told him she couldn't keep track of time while driving because it wasn't safe.

“Let's go Dad.” Adam urged. “You don't want to make our Polish guests wait for dinner. That would be rude.”

“What other reason could we have to rush you?” Morgan said taking Juliet by the hand. “That's a lovely dress you are wearing Juliet. My dad taught me to always compliment a lady before you kissed her. I thought it best to compliment you while I remembered.”

The boys were remarkably restrained. They did get in a few kisses each. Juliet defended herself with some judicious tickling and a few solid smacks. I slid quickly into the kitchen and got on with preparing dinner. Blackberry cobbler was not only a favorite of many it was quick and easy to make. Tracy got all the boys settled with some ice tea and a PlayStation game. Juliet came to see the dinner coming together. Leslie came up and thanked her for going easy on me. Juliet told her it wasn't about going easy but about teaching the boys. She suggested they have a chat on the balcony.

“Dylan thinks you've fallen in love with Tim.” Tracy told me when we were alone. “He was very respectful and told me when we were alone.”

“That's nice of him.” I said mildly.

“Rohan you did that deliberately.” Tracy said. “You know exactly what. Well? Answer the question and don't tell me you don't know what the question is.”

“Dylan might be right.” I said quietly. “Only time and Tim will tell.”

“I'm so happy for you.” Tracy said hugging me. “Do you want Lao or Daizan to officiate?”

“Let's wait and let him grow a little.” I suggested. “The boy's only fifteen.”

“How lucky he is to have found the one while so young.” Tracy declared totally ignoring my advice. “This has been such a great day. You need something stronger than beer. We must have some brandy somewhere.”

“I need something stronger than beer?” I asked.

“I agree with you and as your friend I won't let you drink alone.” Tracy said firmly.

“Thank you. Very kind of you.” I said giving up.

“That's what friends are for. To friends and soul mates.” Tracy toasted. Her joy was infectious and I found myself smiling.

“Why are you drinking when you should be cooking?” my housekeeper asked.

“Tracy's marrying me off.” I said.

“That's an acceptable reason. Congratulations!” my housekeeper said as she turned to walk away. “Tim's a lucky young man.”

“Not you as well.” I groaned. “Does everybody know? I think I'll hide in bed tomorrow.”

“No you won't.” Tracy said. “Workout at ten. Lao at twelve. Pizzas for lunch. Sophie will be fetching Beatka and her mom from the airport so make lots of pizzas. Then the boys will be home. I could schedule a nap for you from four to five if you are cooking something easy for dinner.”

“Why's dad holding his head and groaning?” Dylan asked as he got the boys another round of ice-tea. “Does the busy schedule include sex with us or are we relaxation time? Morgan tonight. Adam tomorrow. Better schedule it if he's that busy Tracy. Thank you.”

My housekeeper got the boys to set the tables when I told her I was taking the shepherd's pies from the oven and we could dish up in ten minutes. Tracy said they were the best looking ones I'd made. Adam suggested it was the spanking from Juliet that inspired me. Tracy agreed it wouldn't hurt either of them to have Juliet spank me when I made them for safety sake. When I reached for the spatula Tracy decided she'd give the boys a hand with the tables. She asked Juliet to tell me it wasn't fair to spank the messenger of a busy schedule. That might not have been all of it Tracy admitted under questioning.

“Thinking of Tim?” Leslie asked joining me in the kitchen. “Give him a quick call at nine. Yes it will be five a.m in London but he'll appreciate the message you leave for when he wakes up. Remember falling in love with somebody as wonderful as Tim isn't a bad thing. Now let's take our seats. They're waiting on us.”

Ivan told the others they had found a beautiful setting for the wedding and reception. Leslie said they had both been overwhelmingly beautiful. Tracy predicted everybody crying at this wedding. Your dad looked really handsome in his official clothing Leslie told Dylan. When Ivan mentioned the plans for the farmhouses and how lovely they looked Judyta said she could understand their discomfort. Feliks said it had taken him almost three minutes to get comfortable in his new chair. Morgan said his determination and steadfastness would be an inspiration for the farmers in their adjustment period. Eliasz promised to get the story out to the farmers so they would be ready when these difficult times descended on them. Katarzyna warned he might meet with difficult times after her dinner. Eliasz took a long swallow of his drink.

“Mama it's a holiday.” Tomek explained when J placed a bowl of cobbler and ice-cream in front of him. “There's always ice-cream on a holiday. And.. and...”

“Cobbler.” Morgan said kindly.

“And cobbler.” Tomek said giving him a grateful smile. “I'll just have the one bowl.”

“Very wise.” Feliks complimented him without pointing out how big his dessert bowl was.

“We must leave some for tomorrow.” Tomek said. “That's a holiday as well.”

“Oh, Tomek I love you so.” Judyta said kissing his cheek and ruffling his hair.

“I think I'm in danger of putting on three ounces like the boys.” Tracy declared digging in to her second bowl. “No you boys can't double-check to see if I've gained weight.”

“Good try.” Amanda complimented them. “Now how about a movie?”

The movie didn't finish until nine-thirty but I managed to slip away while J got everybody a drink and called Tim. I left a voicemail for him telling him I wanted him to know I was thinking off him and it looked like I'd be waking him early Saturday morning. Voicemail I told Leslie as I accepted my drink from her. Thirty minutes later I was alone with Morgan. Two spreader bars and four scarves I told Morgan as I held the playroom door open for him. While he had his back turned I slipped a vibrator into my pocket.

I made certain I stripped and secured Morgan to the bars before removing any of my clothes. I had his legs spread at an angle but I spread his arms out straight to the side. The bar ran across the back of his shoulders.

“I've waited too long for this to run away.” Morgan said as he watched me strip.

“Better safe than alone.” I said as I undressed.

How tempting that sweet exposed cock was. Groaning quietly I resisted and got his hole nicely lubed. Then I lifted the vibrator up above the bed so he could see it. When I turned it on his cock twitched in anticipation. I held the vibrator motionless inside of him as I drew his cock into my mouth. Then I began to fuck him with the toy. Letting his natural squirming drive his cock back and forth in my mouth.

“Rohan, you bastard. Fuck that's so good.” Morgan exclaimed writhing as much as he could. “Oh god that's amazing. Been way too fucking long. Holy crap.”

Slowly but surely I worked him ever closer towards his orgasm. Morgan had other ideas about my slow pace. When I buried the vibrator inside him he'd clamp down and hold it there for a few seconds longer. I would calmly wait him out. Then slowly withdraw it from him.

“Oh yes. Faster please. Please. Please.” he begged but I ignored him.

This time when I slid the vibrator outwards I withdrew it completely. Morgan sagged in his bonds and whimpered. Smiling cruelly around his cock I laid the toy across his balls. My lover arched up, cursed loudly and climaxed before he dropped back on to the bed. Morgan's threats were mere whimpers. I pulled him down the bed towards me and shared his cum with him in a long kiss. His eyes widened in surprise as I shared his cum but he swallowed every drop.

Pulling him further down I climbed between his legs. The spreader bar rested against the back of my thighs. I kissed his ears, neck and nipples for several minutes. Then I entered him. This time I wanted him close but not too close when I filled him. I was definitely going to mark my territory with a load of cum in the boys. Leaning over Morgan I lowered my body close to remind him of my presence and dominance as I fucked him steadily. Lowering my chest a little I placed my nipple against his lips.

“Suckle miscreant.” I said between clenched teeth. Damn I'd missed him and wouldn't last long.

Pressing my breast over his face as he sucked I picked up the pace. My balls were bouncing against his ass. Sweat flowed freely down my back and over my ass. Letting go of any thoughts about how long or how short this would be I concentrated on enjoying being balls deep inside a helpless twelve year old boy. One who had willingly allowed me to bind him and violate with a vibrator before getting my cock inside his tight hole. Damn I'm stretching him. I'm the one filling his ass with my cock. I'm the one feeding him my tit. The one pumping cum inside him. Marking my fucking territory in my young fuck toy. Reaching down I clamped down hard on the base of his cock.

“Not yet. Not yet.” I said as I waited for the last of my seed to enter him.

Climbing out from between his legs I released his ankles. Reaching between his shoulders I pulled him up onto his knees and towards the middle of the bed. Then I lay with my head on the pillows and motioned Morgan towards me. He shuffled forward and swung his leg over my chest. Then in a wonderfully debauched parody of a crucifixion he fucked my face with his arms still bound to their crosspiece. Looking up at him I relished the play of emotions across his face.

“Please. Help me.” he begged.

“Your ass tomorrow morning.” I said releasing him briefly.

“Yes. Anything. Please. Please.” Morgan said desperately.

Out of his sight my hand fumbled around until I grabbed hold of the toy. I didn't pause as I thrust it into his messy ass.

“Thank you. Thank you. Oh yes! Fuck yes!” he roared as I switched it on.

Somehow I manged to keep him upright as he writhed in pleasure. Twitching, cursing, gasping and finally slumping down on my chest Morgan let me enjoy his load. Rolling over I ended up on top of him. This time when we kissed there was no cum to share. I kissed the tip of his nose. I kissed his lips. I kissed his chin.

“There's no place like home.” I said smiling at him. “I don't know about you but I'm glad to be back.”

“Oh fuck what a rush.” Morgan said. “I can think of one or two reasons for being glad you're back as well. Totally drained balls and a wet ass spring to mind for some reason.”

“Glad to see you so well focused on the here-and-now.” I said untying his wrists. “Daizan taught you well.”

“Right here and now walking to that shower is beyond me.” Morgan said wrapping his arms around my neck.

He watched slumped on the shower floor as I cleaned our toy and returned it to the playroom. When I'd put everything away I joined him for a shower. Even my legs were a little wobbly on the way to and from the bathroom. I was glad to slide beneath the covers knowing I wouldn't have to stand for a few hours. There was still one young ass enjoy tomorrow night.

Right in the middle of claiming my payment the next morning my two sons interrupted us. Morgan was on all fours getting a solid pounding when they rushed into the bedroom. Adam unceremoniously sat down on Morgan's back where I could lean forward and blow him.

“Adam took care of my first load.” Dylan said quickly taking Adam's place.

When I finished milking the two interlopers I flipped Morgan on his back and got us both off. There's nothing like sealing a good fuck by licking cum off your lover I thought happily. Then I led the three of them to the shower.

Spinach went into the breakfast casserole and kale into our green smoothie mix. Tomek took over from the boys at the blender. Tracy made me a special smoothie. Morgan got teased for being so out of it this morning. He happily told them if they were attributing it to a good solid pounding or two last night they were quite correct. My head is still spinning from last night and I'm pretty certain Rohan had me again this morning he told them.

“Ask his two sons to bear witness to our frolic this morning.” Morgan suggested.

“We certainly qualify if you are looking for a bare witness.” Adam said.

“Can I bear witness bare?” Dylan asked.

The boys claimed a victory. My housekeeper told them even though they had won a skirmish she was certain I'd win this battle. Tracy pointed out Adam was on my schedule tonight. She agreed I was too honorable to take a petty revenge. I let the banter flow around me throughout breakfast and saw the boys off downstairs.

When Catherine arrived she asked how the holiday had affected my workout schedule. I told here there were a few days I'd missed but most days I'd got in some sit-ups, push-ups, squats and similar exercises. Teresa told me I looked as if I had filled out. I wasn't surprised Dr. Phyllis had come with them to take some blood. Because the boys would find it reassuring I quietly let her do her thing. This time she stayed to watch my workout.

This was the first time I felt good about my workout in the past month. My body was working with a hint of its former fluidity and strength. Catherine even increased my pace on the treadmill to a brisk jog. She checked in often with me as I ran. Then I did a second round of exercises. Another month and I might be back in the gym she told me. I took a quick shower. Tracy joined me on my visit to Lao.

We started with a chat about the energy work I'd done with Genta. When we started sparring I found my spirit bolstered by the progress of my workout. I allowed myself to enjoy the sparring instead of worrying about staying upright or getting hurt. Many of my secrets were out in the open and I could relax. While I was showering I decided I needed to get in touch with some members of our Order. All too often we thought of chi or prana as being the sole province and field of expertise for people from Asia but Europe must have had some people sensitive to it. My first thoughts were of the druids so that is where I would start.

Tracy was happy to get Christopher on the line for me while I fielded a call from my housekeeper. I told her we were on our way back to the apartment. She told me they would pick up some groceries for lunch and dinner. Roast chicken pieces with a wine and herb sauce I suggested. My housekeeper told me I was spoiling Leslie. I told her not to say anything or Leslie might want to thank me with a kiss or two. We'll need extra for Beatka and her mom I reminded her. Apple pie for dessert I decided.

Christopher listened intently to my thoughts. He decided this was a matter of honor between our tradition and Lao's school. A friendly competition but a competition nonetheless Christopher told me. I groaned when he said he'd mobilize all our resources in the United Kingdom. He insisted it would be good practice to get all our scattered groups working together and a good test of our communication system. Despite my trepidation I told him Germany and France had also come to mind. I thought Christopher was going to climax as his excitement rose even further. Soon everybody not involved in essential projects throughout Europe would be working on formulating our own version of Tai Chi.

“Hello Rohan.” Tim said. “That must have been some hot phone sex. I've never seen anybody this excited after a phone call.”

“Please don't tempt me.” I said. “Yes we can chat even though I have a nun grinning like a Cheshire cat next to me. I'm sorry we can only snatch brief moments. Things will quieten down a little next week. Tell me about your day.”

My housekeeper took one look at me when we entered the apartment and asked me how Tim was doing. I kissed the tip of her nose and when Tomek giggled I scooped him up for a flurry of kisses before dropping him in Tracy's arms for some more. Making pizza was nothing but fun. My housekeeper took them out to our guests as they came out of the oven. She brought slices back into the kitchen for me. Tracy made certain my beer glass was full. Christopher called her back about an hour after I'd chatted to him.

“You're on speaker phone so be discrete.” I warned him. “I've got my hands full of pizza dough. No I can't stop for a few minutes. This is too much fun and you are smart enough to chat in the open. Now spill it or I'll have Tim spank you for me.”

“You have two options.” I said when he'd explained. “Rope Tim into the order now or simply let him advise you guys how to set up your communication network without him knowing the details. You and Garth are in charge of the U.K. So it is your decision. I'll support your decision. What I would do doesn't come into it. Besides I am far too personally involved. I could set these feelings aside but honestly I don't want to. Give Garth and Tim a kiss from me.”

Tracy's smile grew as I explained Tim's hobby was modern-day communication systems and networks. He had computer models of all the existing networks with their weaknesses and strengths. What cellphone network worked well. Where this network was weaker than that network. Christopher told me he had computer models with them all overlaid in different colors with his ideal network superimposed on all of them. He'd done the same with computer networks and ISP providers. Now that he'd finished with the U.K. He had started on Europe with the bigger countries like Germany, Italy Spain and France.

“Why does he want to open a pub and a bed and breakfast if he loves this so much?” Tracy asked.

“I think it provides a complete break from the analytical, logical thought process this requires.” I said. “Perhaps he loves it so much because it is just a hobby.”

“He should chat with William.” Tracy said reaching inside the fridge for a beer. “Glad you think it's a brilliant idea. I'll text them both.”

My housekeeper came into the kitchen to share the boys' special request for their vegetarian pizza. Bacon is not a vegetable I told her to text them back even as Tracy took some out of the fridge. The boys texted to let me know if the pig got fed a vegetable diet it was a vegetarian. I responded by saying I'd make a pig of myself spanking their cute butts while I cooked up some bacon. My housekeeper never said a word as she sent off the text messages.

“Clifton heard it was pizza for lunch and felt the need for some extra vegetables.” Morgan said when the boys entered the apartment.

“Judging from the smell it looks like we hoodwinked Dad.” Adam said giving the other boys a high-five.

“No you didn't.” Tracy said firmly. “Remember that or I'll make a pig of myself spanking you before he does.”

“You're right.” Adam said hugging her and then coming over to hug me. “Thank you, Dad, for spoiling us.”

“One of these pizzas with bacon is for the guests.” I said as I took two from the oven. Tracy snagged me a slice before the pizzas even left the kitchen. “Yes you guys can join the others and eat in the living room. Don't pester Alenka too much.”

I got the spice mix ready for dinner while the boys did their homework. My housekeeper told me to find something to do while she took care of the dishes. Judyta insisted on giving her a hand. Clifton was watching the others boys do their homework so I scooped him up under my arm.

“Excuse me, everybody.” I said heading for the stairs. “Time for the chef to have a snack.”

“Clifton after making us such a nice lunch I think Dad deserves a snack and we all have homework to finish.” Dylan said. “We'll play some PlayStation when you get back.”

“Okay.” Clifton agreed. “We won't be too long will we?”

“That's impossible with a cute boy like you.” I said as we headed into the bathroom. “Don't worry I have cooking to do for dinner so you will be a quick snack.”

“Good.” Clifton said lifting his arms so I could remove his shirt.

My hands squeezed and touched him lightly but briefly before I asked him to step into the shower. I stripped quickly. Part of my haste was knowing we had guests on the way but I wanted to eat Clifton. A boy too young to ejaculate with a small cute bubble butt for me to sink my teeth into was standing staring at me curiously. How big my erection must seem to him. One day soon I hoped he'd find the courage to let me impale him. Today I wanted to eat him.

This times my soapy hands spent more time squeezing and fondling his body. Once I'd lathered up his front I turned him around to rinse off while I took care of his back. Using the pad of my thumb I rubbed soap over the entrance to his tight hole. Pressing a little soap inside him I distracted him by suddenly kissing his neck as my little finger slipped inside him. Clifton gasped in surprise and arched his back. Imagining his ass squeezing down on my cock as it did on my finger increased my desire to fuck the boy. All in good time I reminded myself. Right now I chose to enjoy the longing. Being inside of him was wonderful even it was just a finger.

While the water washed the soap from his back I took his cock in my mouth. All I wanted was to eat him so I kept him a prisoner of my hungry, sucking mouth until his body shook with the pleasure of his dry orgasm. Soft gasps of delight escaped from him. While his over stimulated cock recovered I set about eating his ass. Cheeks first. The flesh filling my mouth as I took it between my teeth and bit down gently. Clifton giggle a little. Both cheeks got the same treatment before I started licking at his hole. Clean and sweet in so many ways I lost myself in the pleasure of rimming him.

“We've orders to do whatever it takes to have you downstairs in ten minutes.” Morgan said with a grin as he shed clothing in a flurry.

“Hate to interrupt you guys but a double team is the only option.” Dylan said stepping into the shower. “We promise to bring Clifton back for another visit soon.”

“I want Clifton to promise he will let me finish my snack another day soon.” I said lifting my head from that incredibly small butt. “You boys give him a thank you kiss.”

They kissed Clifton a few times while I engulfed their cocks. The balls I left out but not my fingers. Ten minutes wouldn't give us much leeway. I set about my task with a surge of joy within me because of the challenge. Dylan told Morgan they owed my housekeeper a thank you kiss. Morgan remarked I was applying myself quite vigorously both front and back. A third finger soon entered the boys and I worked them around inside them as fast as my tongue was working around their cocks.

“Can I see you know when you guys uh do that thing?” Clifton asked.

“When we cum?” Dylan asked driving his hips forward.

“Yes when you cum.” Clifton said.

“Of course you can.” Morgan said. “The start of it.”

“And it's about to start right fucking now!” Dylan said drawing his cock from my mouth and stroking it.

Keeping my mouth open wide I waited as the boys finished what I'd begun. I was as mesmerized as Clifton as their cocks twitched and cum flew towards me. Damn what a sight they made lost in their pleasure. After the first salvo I took them back into my mouth. Swallowing quickly I finished my treat.

“When will Rohan cum?” Clifton asked. “He's still hard.”

“Adam will take care of that tonight.” Morgan promised handing him a towel. “Dry quickly before Tracy comes looking for us.”

Seems my housekeeper's faith in me extended even to these times. We were left alone to dry and dress ourselves. Dressed in some fresh new clothes I headed off to prepare dinner. Beatka and her mom, Ada, were waiting for us. I swatted the boys for keeping this a secret. They grinned and said one swat was hardly enough chastisement. I gave them each another two. Ada kindly offered to give me a hand with dinner but I told her she was our guest and had just gotten off the plane. There was a rapid exchange between Ada and Alenka in Polish which caused a good deal of laughter.

“Alenka told my mother she'd have to settle for kisses from the boys because I was very protective of my kitchen space.” Beatka translated.

“Tell her it's just that I seldom get to cook for such lovely, wise souls and want to make the most of it.” I said.

“Yes, Beatka, he truly means it and isn't just flattering them.” Tracy said kissing my cheek. Beatka followed her lead.

“Look around at the people gathered here and tell me they don't deserve some pampering.” I declared. “Speaking of pampering can't a chef get a drink in this establishment?”

“There's one waiting for you in the kitchen.” Tracy said leading me away. “Besides I'm pretty certain you enjoyed a milkshake or two not so long ago.”

“More like well shaken milk.” Dylan said as he settled down to play Smurf Racer with Clifton.

“Happily well shaken.” Morgan added snuggling behind Adam.

When Leslie asked if I was deliberately cooking her favorites I told her we had to celebrate her wedding week. Ivan will get his favorite tomorrow I promised. He grinned when I said I'd like to make some sausage stew with the nun's sausage on Friday. He was sold on the idea when I said I wanted to try a new Polish bread recipe.

“I thought you were cooking our favorites which is why we brought a case of red wine with us tonight and over the next two weeks a couple more will get delivered.” Leslie said. “Thank you, Rohan. You have cooked for a lot of people without complaint this week and will bake for a lot more.”

“He also has a bit more cooking to do.” my housekeeper told Leslie. “You know he will insist on you serving more than just his bread. No idea how he will manage it and still officiate but he'll figure something out.”

“I trust Rohan completely.” Ivan said. “No need for thanks Rohan. You wouldn't ruin this wedding for anything. We will most probably think you are doing too much or working too hard and are unable to officiate but you will make it through in the end. Leslie any man who can drink more vodka than six Polish farmers is invincible.”

“True.” Leslie agreed. “Go ahead Rohan. Your housekeeper trusts the new you completely so it's time I started. I will ask you to allow me to buy you a thank you gift though. We'll divide the profits from the meat shop in a month. Sarah tells me they have been quite good so far.”

“Thank you, Leslie.” I said hugging her. “Now I must get to my chicken and wine.”

Ada thanked me for introducing her to a new favorite dish. She nodded in agreement when I told her I could give her the ingredients but not the quantities. Beatka translated Ada's comment that the food tasted so good because I cooked from the heart and I had such a big heart. Adam kissed her cheek for putting it so well.

“Tomek I'm sorry there is no cobbler today.” I apologized.

“That's okay I have a little saved in the fridge back at the apartment.” Tomek said. “I don't know if it is enough for all these people though.”

“What if we added some apple pies?” my housekeeper asked. “Like the one Tracy is bringing us.”

Tomek was speechless as he watched J follow Tracy carrying two more. My housekeeper kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair. Tracy returned with a fourth and a large bowl of cinnamon sprinkled whipped cream.

“This is a nice holiday isn't it Tomek?” Judyta asked.

“The very best holiday ever.” Tomek said still staring at the pies. “Thank you everybody.”

The poor boy broke down at that moment. He had surprised me by keeping it together this long. For a kid who had never left his hometown he'd experienced Warsaw, London, America and his first two flights in less than a week. Strangely enough it was my housekeeper who took him into her arms and held him. She quietly got up and carried him to the balcony. J decided this was a good time to get everybody a round of drinks.

“Remember Tomek if you apologize I will have Dylan take you upstairs for a spanking.” my housekeeper was warning him as she led him back to the table. “You have been very strong to go this long and through so much. These boys will tell you the good stuff they have makes them cry from time-to-time. Ask them after dinner. We have apple pie waiting.”

“Thank you.” Tomek said. “I will ask them later.”

“Rohan what is that unusual flavor?” Tammy asked me. “I like it. I haven't tasted it in an apple pie before. Sweet. I'd say honey but it is like no honey I've ever tasted.”

“Does it taste like this?” Tracy said with a smile setting a shot glass in front of Tammy.

“Yes. Exactly like that. What is it?” Tammy asked when she had finished coughing. “I really don't think I should do another Tracy. Well if you say the second is easier I'll sip it slowly.”

“Honey vodka.” Tracy said.

Ada grinned at me when Beatka translated. Alenka relieved Tracy of the bottle and placed it in front of her and Ada. The two of them had become friends within minutes of meeting each other. Tracy laughed and fetched a second bottle for the rest of us.

We spent the rest of the evening socializing. The boys played board games and chatted with Tomek. Tammy told me she thought it was most likely the tea and the mantras but Clifton had changed noticeably over the past three weeks. He's still very quiet and introspective but is more ready to answer questions she elaborated. I told her it was most likely the fact he silently repeats the mantras throughout the day. I had told him if he let his focus rest on the mantra even as he spoke then he'd always say the right thing. Tammy asked if she could use the same mantra or if there was another better suited for her. I told her Clifton would love to teach her the mantra.

Fifteen minutes later I surprised everybody by telling Tracy to take over for Adam at the board game. I was carrying a duffel bag in my hand and took the car keys from her.

“Please excuse me but I promised my sons I'd spend a night with each of them doing something special.” I explained. “There is no need for you to leave early. Enjoy your time together and if you need anything at all please just ask my housekeeper or Tracy. Play well Tracy. The winner gets to kiss the losers fifty times. This one doesn't count.”

“What? Rohan how could you?” Tracy said. “Even if they lose they win. The lucky...”

“Lucky miscreants.” I said. “Seems like win-win situation doesn't it boys?”

“Tracy isn't it good to play a game where everybody wins?” Dylan asked. “Not only will you make us very happy but we'll have to thank Dad nicely for this stroke of genius.”

A few of the others noticed that despite her protests Tracy remained seated. Adam told the lucky miscreants they were welcome to his room for the night. They thanked him and told us to have a good time. We made our rounds and wished everybody a good night. Then I led Adam away by the hand.

“Do you want me to close my eyes so I don't know where we're headed?” Adam asked when I explained we were visiting a special, private piece of land.

“There's no need.” I assured him. “You won't see much and I trust you boys. I am so glad this secret isn't much of a secret any longer.”

I punched in the code for the automatic gate, placed a business card on the dashboard and then drove up a long gravel driveway to a double storey home. There was a barn facing the home with a sheep pen attached to it. Adam took my hand and I walked towards the far corner of the house.

“Blessings Brother Michael.” I greeted the figure in the shadows. “This is my son Adam. Should anything happen to me he will brought to you.”

“A good evening to you, Rohan, and your son.” Brother Michael responded turning his gaze to Adam. “Speak to Christopher about putting some more weight on him. I won't teach him to use the sissy sword. When?”

“Once I have his new school schedule figured out. Thirteen in a month.” I answered.

“The glen? Good moon. Wait here.” Brother Michael commanded and entered the house.

Tugging on Adam's hand I led him quickly down a garden path. Then we stepped off the path and crossed the back of the house. The garden was terraced which allowed us to cross the yard without being seen. Adam was quick to watch where I walked and we made it through without mishap. A few minutes later we were waiting at the opposite corner of the house.

“Predictable.” Brother Michael said stepping onto the covered verandah and turning straight to where we waited.

“Sometimes being found is a good thing.” I said accepting the thermos he held out to me. Adam took the mugs from him. “Thank you. Have you bullied anybody recently?”

“Your son will be the first in over a year.” Brother Michael saids.

“I may send a nun your way before my son.” I said. “She studies with another so I must seek his permission first. Yes. Lao. You are well-informed.”

“He is worth watching and doesn't take students often. Let him have her for a year. You must visit for a refresher and to show me what he has taught you.” Brother Michael declared in a tone that caused Adam's eyes to go big.

“Yes, Papa.” I said stepping up to kiss his cheek. “We will need a Hospitaller. I may have two guests.”

“No more than two. I'm not running a hotel.” Brother Michael said sternly. “Now go play. The boy has school tomorrow.”

“Thank you Brother Michael.” Adam said before we turned away. Then he surprised me and stunned Brother Michael by standing on his toes and kissing Brother Michael's cheek. I laughed softly as we headed down the path to the glen.

Adam stared out from the trees in amazement. A long grassy bank sloped gently down to a stream that flowed through the middle of the glen. Brother Michael was right in saying we had a good moon tonight but what held us spellbound was the sight of several deer drinking calmly from the pool. The moonlight seemed almost alive as their movements caused shadows to play across their flanks. I wrapped my arms around Adam and kissed the back of his neck softly. The glen had never looked more beautiful.

While we stood gazing out on the scene below us I started stripping Adam. Then I led him over to where two trees stood on the edge of the wooded area. From my bag I withdrew two lengths of thick rope which I wrapped around the trees. Adam watched as I threaded the cable from the wrist cuffs between the rope and the trees. Letting the cuffs dangle I then did the same thing at the base of the tree.

“What about the deer?” Adam asked as I secured his wrist and ankles.

“Your call.” I told him. “This is your night. I'll let you decide if it is with or without a spanking.”

“Without.” Adam said quickly. “Make love to me Dad.”

Tonight I remembered I had never fully explored Adam's body. Always before it was about keeping him hooked on the pleasure so he'd keep coming back for more. His desire to be spanked had helped. Now I didn't have to fear him leaving. Now I could take my time and find those other pleasure spots. The ones hidden in surprising places on the body. There couldn't be a more perfect setting for this voyage of discovery.

Placing a trail of kisses out from the base of his neck I traced the muscles of his chest. Working slowly in ever-decreasing circles over Adam's left breast I take his nipple between my teeth. A little suckling to get him warmed up. Then I move over to lick, kiss and suckle on his right nipple. Keeping to the right hand side of his body I kiss my way down Adam's flank. Squeezing in between him and the tree I kiss his ribs, hips and the side of his thigh. Then I work my way down to Adams right ankle.

I'd slipped behind Adam to reach your ankle so I worked my way up along the back of his leg. When my lips pressed against the back of his knee he bucked and gasped in surprise at the pleasure. While I kissed and licked his right knee my finger ran lightly across the back of his left knee. Keeping my finger at work on his left knee I kissed his right inner thigh. When I reached his groin I directed my kisses back to his cheek without touching his cock or balls. Small sharp little bites replaced tender kisses. I knew Adam would enjoy a little pain with his lovemaking. Soft and sharp would provide a delicious contrast.

Looking up at him bathed in the moonlight I felt my heart melt a little more. Ignoring the tears I turned my attention to his other cheek. Bite. Kiss. Rub. Adam allowed his body to respond freely within the restraints. He sagged and bucked with his eyes closed as the pleasure rose within him. The back of Adam's left knee was more sensitive than the right. When I sucked the soft flesh into my mouth his whole body spasmed in pleasure.

“Oh gods that feels so fucking good.” Adam managed to say when I released his flesh. “Please Dad. Now.”

“I'd like that.” I said sincerely knowing this journey of discovery could always be resumed.

Before I stood up I reached into the bag for some lubricant. I enjoyed gazing over Adam's shoulder at the animals still calmly drinking despite our scent on the air. My hand slipped between us to coat my cock and balls before I turned my attention to your hole. Kissing the side of your neck I let my finger work its way inside you. Sometimes the perfection around you can a hindrance. The beauty around me made it difficult for me to find the rhythm of the night. Matching my pulse with the pulse of our natural surroundings almost became a struggle but I caught myself and breathed deeply to settle myself. Eventually I was able to breathe through me and Adam and into the night. Drawing it in on my inhalation I felt the tension dissolve almost instantaneously.

“Now, Dad. Now.” Adam whispered. “Yes. I love it when you take me.”

“I love taking you. You're so hot! So beautiful!” I groaned as I settled into a steady pace.

Totally at peace with our surroundings we settle into an act as timeless as the night enveloping us. The muted sounds of our passion. Flesh slapping against flesh made the loudest noise as I fucked my son. Adam was getting a very gentle spanking from my balls striking his ass. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tenderly. There was no doubt of the love present. Sliding my hands down his flanks I grabbed his hips and held him still as I fucked him. Driving in and out of his ass I got myself off inside him. Looking down I watched cum spurting from his cock.

Trapped inside his tight ass I didn't soften much. Looking down at his semi-erect cock it seemed Adam felt the same way.

“Let's save something for the morning.” I said with a smile as I released him.

“I suppose. We need to get home don't we?” Adam asked wistfully looking around. “This is such a beautiful scene.”

“We only really need to be home tomorrow morning.” I said as I held him close and kissed him.

“You mean we could stay? But how? I mean.” Adam said before I placed a finger over his lips.

Reaching into my bag I removed a thick blanket. Folding it over itself three times I set it down on the bank and slid under the upper layer. Adam smiled and quickly lay down next to me. I lowered the blanket. We rolled up our sweaters to act as pillows. The thermos Brother Michael had given us held hot chocolate. We enjoyed a mug together.

“Damn we need to send the boys and your mom a text.” I said as we settled down to sleep.

“You're right.” Adam said scampering over to his phone. “I'll tell them we're okay and sleeping under the stars.”

Adam thanked me for allowing us to spend the night. I told him I was enjoying lying here watching the deer as much as him. Despite the hard ground I slept soundly and woke feeling refreshed. There were faint traces of sunlight entering the glen when I roused Adam. We gathered our things together and dressed quickly. Adam walked a little ways downstream to rinse our mugs and thermos. A few of the deer kept an eye on him but they didn't seem afraid or nervous. Adam set the thermos and mugs on the table. We didn't see anybody as we left.

When we got home we headed straight for the shower. Morgan looked closely at Adam and declared he was even more spaced out than he'd been yesterday morning. Dylan told him it was different.

“Quit your nattering and feed me your cum.” I said. “Dylan's right but now's not the time.”

Adam continued fucking me while I sucked the other two. Dylan offered to take care of me. I told him I'd save that for J if Adam didn't get me off when he climaxed. Adam didn't which was fine with me. I had plans for J.

Before leaving last night Dylan had got oatmeal started. I left him and Morgan to take care of the smoothie mix while I helped Adam. Leading Adam into the playroom I told him to ground himself. Even with me sharing energy and the mantras he still wasn't able to reconnect with his surroundings properly. I had him bend forward with his hands on the chair and brought the tawes down hard a couple of dozen times. Adam rejoined us on the twentieth blow but I gave him the remaining four to be certain.

“Thanks, Dad.” Adam said as we left the playroom. “I don't know what came over me.”

“The same thing that happened to me when I first visited the glen.” I said. “Brother Michael helped me. Instead of a tawes he used a war axe. There's nothing like being rushed by a screaming monk swinging a war axe to bring you back to the present.”

“I'm glad you used the tawes. Brother Michael isn't small.” Adam said with a smile.

Adam told them he couldn't even begin to find the words to describe the beauty of the place. Morgan told him it was enough to know the deer had stayed while we made love. Amanda joined us and sat with Adam on the couch. The chatted for several minutes. I told Dylan as my son he would be given the chance to see the place at least once with me. More if he chose being schooled there.

“What?” Tracy said when Adam shared my conversation with Brother Michael. “Rohan you need to stick to cooking up things for me in the kitchen. Why was Adam grinning when you told Dylan it is part of the religious thing he keeps forgetting about? I know you are up to something.”

“Tracy as a nun it makes perfect sense for you to date a monk.” I said calmly.

“He has a point.” my housekeeper said taking an omelet from me. “You were marrying him off the other day.”

“That was different.” Tracy declared. “Dylan that was okay because it didn't involve me.”

“I couldn't see much but he was a very big monk.” Adam said.

“Lao will teach you how to defend yourself well enough in the next year for you to manage.” I said calmly. “Another Irish coffee?”

“Defend myself. Anything else?” Tracy asked. “Brush up on my esoteric bedroom arts? I definitely need another Irish coffee. What are you miscreants grinning at? No you can't help me with those homework assignments.”

My housekeeper was laughing so hard she almost dropped a plate. I was leaning against the stove while I laughed. Tracy chased the miscreants down for a sound tickling. Judyta was crying with laughter when Feliks explained the boys offer. Alenka told Tracy they were very handsome boys. Ada told her it wouldn't hurt. Dylan couldn't resist adding unless Tracy wanted it to hurt a little which got him another dose of tickling. Finally my housekeeper stepped in so the boys could get breakfast before school. Leslie and Abby sat calmly amidst all the turmoil. They explained to Beatka this sort of chaos was not unusual around here.

While I was sending out a steady stream of omelets I ate one in the kitchen. Later I'd sit down with Sanne, Bram, Richard and Lawrence when they got here. Tracy had texted them to let them know we had breakfast waiting for them. I took a break to see the boys off to school. Adam gave me and his mom an extra hug of thanks for letting him sleep outdoors last night. A few of the gang took me up on my offer of another omelet. Emily was showing Tomek some tricks when it came to creating images of spaces. Feliks was helping explain one or two technical aspects in Polish. Sophie slipped into the kitchen to say she would take over if I'd like to settle my nerves with J's help.

“We won't be long.” I said. “I've been saving myself.”

Everybody laughed when I bent down and lifted J over my shoulder. Catherine said it looked like I was regaining my strength nicely. Check with J when they get back my housekeeper suggested.

“Drop your pants and brace yourself. Hans spread against the wall above the altar.” I commanded. “Slide your feet further back.”

J's first fuck was a combination of anal beads and a large vibrator. I drove them forcefully in and out of him for a few minutes until he fed me his first load. Then I stepped out from under him and picked up a leather paddle. The first blow lifted him on to his toes. Thirty six blows later I grabbed him by his shirtfront and body slammed him onto a pile of cushions I'd placed on the floor. Before J had cleared his head I was fucking him hard. Balls deep inside him I set about claiming the pleasure I'd denied myself since last night. Squeezing his cock hard helped him refocus. Stroking him quickly I got him off a second time and it was this orgasm that dragged me headlong into my own.

“Shower.” I said offering him a hand up.

We were enjoying a passionate kiss when the bathroom door opened slightly and a hand set a bag down on the floor. I broke the kiss after the door had closed again. J slid down to eat my ass and swallow a load. When I gently tugged on his hardening cock he told that Sophie would take care of it. Sophie had been the one setting the bag down in the bathroom. J opened it to discover a fresh set of clothing. His shirt had gotten soaked through with sweat but he kept the same pants on. He blushed when I reminded him only changing his shirt would be quite revealing but didn't switch out pants.

When J told Catherine I'd body slammed him gently on to some cushions she told me I was making moderate progress. Leslie told her she was sounding more and more like Lao. Catherine thanked her for the compliment. Sophie spent a few minutes with J on the balcony before they headed upstairs together. I told J he could borrow one of my shirts if he needed to. J thanked me but said he'd take it off this time. Ada caused Beatka to blush furiously and even refused to translate her comment. Ivan told me Ada had complimented me on doing suck a good job of stoking J's fire. Tracy, Ada, Alenka and me had a round of vodka to celebrate stoking fires. Ada and Alenka laughed when I suggested another toast to J for his skills in putting my fire out. My housekeeper told Judyta and Beatka it was the job of the elderly to embarrass their children. Apparently I did it to her all the time.

Richard declared Poland had been good for me and it looked like I'd even managed to gain a quarter of a pound. Lawrence told me he'd love an omelet or two as he tucked into his oatmeal. Tracy insisted I sit down and join them for breakfast. She allowed me to mix up some spices for her to sprinkle into the eggs. Sanne asked me why I had kept a space from her that made Leslie tear up just at the thought of it. I told her it was not something I could describe. Ivan told her she'd understand in a little while. Bram laughed when Ivan told them it was such a great space Tracy wanted to spank me as a reward.

My housekeeper pointed out J and Sophie been gone a full hour when they returned. Tracy told Sophie it seemed my influence was rubbing off on her. Alenka suggested my fire stoking abilities deserved a second toast. Tracy quickly filled glasses and thrust a glass into a blushing Sophie's hand. J decided it would be best not to leave me alone with Ada and Alenka for any length of time. Tracy offered her services as chaperone.

“The bottle of vodka you are waving around doesn't instil confidence in you as a chaperone.” Sanne said.

“I appreciate you trying Tracy.” I said.

Judyta and Beatka were already blushing so they got eliminated. Amanda appointed Juliet as our chaperone and brought the debate to an end. Juliet was a little disappointed when she discovered she didn't get to see the space before the others even as a chaperone. She brightened when I told her she got to spend time getting to know the two lovely ladies while I showed Sanne and Bram the space.

“Just passing through.” Leif said kissing Sanne's cheek outside the side door.

“Wouldn't want to miss Sanne's reaction for the world is the real reason Leif is here.” Petersen said. Sanne tugged firmly on Leif's ear. “Stay close to her Bram.”

We let Sanne and Bram step into the chapel ahead of us. Sanne said nothing as she walked around the perimeter. She examined each icon and stared out into the main area with an awed expression.

“Now the garden.” Sanne said firmly but she slid her hand into Bram's.

Sanne turned around from where she stood about ten yards into the garden. She silently motioned me to her with her finger. Then she reached up to grab both my ears firmly, pulled my head down and kissed me passionately enough to have me blushing long before she broke the kiss. Ivan told me the biggest compliment had to be Bram wiping tears from his eyes. Petersen told the others he'd never seen me blush so deeply.

While Sanne explored the garden on her own I suggested we test that the roof still worked. Petersen led us through the garden to the kitchen door. While he inspected the kitchen Leif had me help Bram and Ivan carry out some tables. He told us Leslie needed to see the space with some of the tables and the stained glass in place. We set out tables along the left side of the garden. Tracy went off to see if Sanne was ready to view the stained glass doors. We went over to join the two of them at the base of the Redwoods as the doors closed. Sanne wrapped an arm around me and the other around Bram.

The roof continued its steady journey as I led Sanne inside to see the controls for the climate control system. The tables were brought back in before I turned on the climate control and a gentle spray of water started falling from hidden sprinklers. Sanne couldn't wait and led me out while the gentle spray was still falling. She asked me about plants most people overlooked. Part of my training in England was developing observation skills I explained to her. I chose a woodland near the monastery as my focus so my teacher had me map it out down to the minutest detail. He even had me prepare a detailed report of the eco-systems including the wildlife. All those reports I'd prepared over five years had returned to America with me. When I saw the Redwood and this open space there was no doubt I would purchase the property I told Sanne. I admitted Tracy was right in saying I had worked on this project for just under a decade.

Bram told me in a year or two the roof would be too low because of the Redwood. I told him he'd come up with a solution for me. Bram just laughed in response. The wooden roof ended at the stained glass doors. This allowed an open space for light to enter even in overcast rainy conditions which were forecast for Saturday. Scattered throughout the roof were small circular skylights. They were something I had insisted upon even though they were not really required by the plants. My architect had almost torn out his hair trying to balance the lighting with the natural light from the skylights. The amount of light was automatically set to respond and change in brightness depending on the amount of natural light entering through the skylights. There were several sensors scattered throughout the garden. Some banks of light would shine brighter than others at times to keep the total amount of light in the space at optimum levels. I had no idea what they decided was an optimum level.

When we returned to the kitchen Petersen told us everything was working fine. He would spend today with Leif getting the catering crew and choir together. Leslie wanted lots of stews and vegetables to go with my bread so we would get started with the cooking tomorrow. This would give the flavors time to deepen and blend. I told Petersen I'd bake a sample batch of bread with Ada tomorrow morning to help him with the spice blend. Petersen asked me if I remembered the last wedding we'd catered. Leif groaned when I smiled and told him I remembered it all too well.

“Beef, lamb or pork, Leslie?” I asked her suddenly.

“Pork.” Leslie said startled.

“Done.” I said shaking hands with Petersen.

“They're doing a cook-off against each other.” Leif explained. “They will each prepare three different pork stews and ask somebody to judge the one they select as their best.”

“Lawrence.” I said firmly.

“Agreed.” Petersen told me still holding my hand. “Gramps is going down.”

“Not in your lifetime.” I vowed. “Leslie there was a little drinking as usual at the wedding when the bet got made. The decision was a draw so this is the rematch. I've waited six years for this opportunity. Tracy we are going shopping for spices.”

“Petersen doesn't know what the bread will taste like.” Emily said. “That gives you an advantage.”

“I'll buy enough spices for both of us.” I promised.

“Rohan may lack my touch in blending the spices but he's not bad at choosing them.” Petersen said. “I'll go with his choices.”

“What does the winner get?” Tracy asked curiously. “Leif with a reaction like that I have to know. Rohan can he tell us? Good. Go ahead Leif. Our boss has given the okay.”

“If Rohan loses he will show Petersen his secret battle-axe trick.” Leif said. “And if Rohan wins Petersen will teach him how to master the weighted chain and dagger combination.”

“You're kidding me?” Sanne said. “What are the two of you doing? Rohan you are the least violent person I know.”

“The bet was made six years ago.” Petersen said shuffling his feet in embarrassment. “We were training with the Order to keep in shape. Rohan is the only one I cannot beat broadsword against war axe.”

“My coördination hasn't been up to the using the dagger and chain effectively.” I said quietly. “Sanne we train with these ancient weapons because they need muscle strength and coördination a modern weapon doesn't. Besides even if I am a peaceful soul by nature I am still a guy and swinging a war axe is exhilarating. Petersen must feel the same way swinging his broadsword. Lots of fun.”

“No wonder you like your paddles and tawes so much.” Leslie said. “Yes I'm sure there's no other reason than to help you keep up your wrist strength and coördination.”

“Precisely.” I said. “Now let's go find us some lunch. Petersen can help me make pasties. He needs to brush up on his British cooking. Ivan your dinner is cooking in the slow cookers. We're having barbecue beef sandwiches for dinner tonight.”

“Why do I need to brush up on my British dishes?” Petersen asked as I closed the side door.

“Watch out, Emily.” Tracy said gently tugging her back.

“Because you and Leif are going to England on a working vacation soon.” I said.

“Rohan, I love you!” Leif said launching himself at me right through the space where Emily had stood moments ago.

“I'm glad you love me.” I said him as we hugged. “Have a good time. You'll be gone as long as you want. Speak to Christopher and Garth before you book your trip. There's some work that needs doing. One established business and one we need to establish.”

“Let's go, Love.” Leif said taking hold of Petersen's hand. “You have to help Rohan make pasties. Lots and lots of pasties. Lunch is on us. We'll meet you at the apartment. I'll need to chat with Lawrence about updating my wardrobe. He worked miracles with Rohan.”

When they arrived at the apartment Leif ushered Petersen into the kitchen on his way to find Lawrence. He calmly sat himself down in Richard's lap and stretched his legs over Lawrence. They said they'd be delighted to help him with his wardrobe. They collected a tape measure from Tracy on their way upstairs. Tracy told me Leif's excitement was making her giddy. I offered her a beer that had become part of lunch. She thanked Petersen for buying enough beer to get a herd of elephant's drunk. Tracy agreed with him that it took that much to get me a little tipsy.

“Dad when can I see that glen?” Dylan asked as the boys wheeled their bikes into the apartment. “Adam hasn't been with us for more than fifteen minutes at a time.”

“May I?” Petersen asked.

“Go ahead.” I said. “The two trees. A little bondage. He declined the spanking.”

“What?” Dylan asked surprised. “Petersen, it is unheard of for Adam to turn down a spanking from Dad.”

“Dylan's right.” Morgan said. “Now you have me worried. I'm the one who's not much into spankings.”

“He got one this morning.” I said. “Twenty-four and returned on number twenty. Oh, we spent the night out there. He asked. We both needed it.”

“You're as bad as Adam.” Petersen said. “Going out there is as dangerous to you as it is to him. Dylan the first time Rohan visited the glen he literally fell in love with the place. He loves that piece of land and the animals no less than he loves you. Brother Michael swinging a war axe at his head with all his might is what it took to bring Rohan back. Come with me Rohan. Tracy those pasties for the boys needs to come out in ten minutes. Rohan bring three beers with you. I've got a couple of extra glasses. Leif, you don't mind? Yes you can come up when these two return.”

Petersen started by getting us all to drink a beer together while doing our grounding exercises. Then I called Lao and had him chat with Petersen and Adam on speaker phone. I told Lao we'd go collect the herbs from the apothecary right away and come back for some tea. Lao told us to drink it there and have another mug before dinner. A little honey wouldn't affect it. You need more tea mugs for the apartment he told me so buy a few while you're there. The girls can kiss you better and it serves you right he said firmly. I agreed it did serve me right for telling them he liked kisses. I told Lao that Petersen would explain how it affected me and why I needed it this week. Lao told Petersen he'd call him right back after he placed the order.

“That was quick.” Leif said.

“We're going to buy some tea for the two of us.” I said. “We'll be right back. Please go on upstairs. He's talking to Lao right now but you've already heard it all so you won't be intruding.”

“You really should try the brown leather tawes.” Adam said hugging Leif. Tracy gave us a pastie to eat on the way.

Amanda insisted on tagging along with us. The place is magical beyond imagining I told her. Monks have been meditating there for two hundred years. Adam said that explained why the animals had remained so calm. I told them many monks meditated with deer grazing right next to them. Adam told his mom Lao wanted me to get more mugs for the apartment and she really would be helping if she let me buy her one. Alice gave her some English breakfast blend so she could join us for a cup. The other staff members came to give us a kiss while Alice asked some questions. Adam surprised her by saying Lao was right in saying he had fallen in love too quickly. A place not a person I elaborated. Alice gave us both another kiss and went off to help a customer.

Ivan kindly agreed to let me change the menu when I called him. The three of us made a detour to the co-op when Tracy told us we didn’t have the ingredients for broccoli and cheese sauce. I also bought some carrots. The detour gave the tea a little more time to kick in. Adam was looking a little more focused when we got back. Petersen gave him a quick examination. Leif thanked him with a sound kiss for suggesting the tawes. Unfortunately they had to get things together for the wedding tonight and couldn't join us for dinner. I thanked them for everything.

Tomek seemed relieved when we set two crepes with berries in front of him for dessert. He told Judyta he was worried he wouldn't have room for dessert at the wedding if we kept feeding him so well. Judyta agreed there must be some very, very special desserts at the wedding. I smiled at Tomek's excitement. The boys tried to handicap me at Smurf Racer by pairing me with Tomek but we kicked their cute butts. I drank a third cup of the tea along with Adam before everybody left. He left happier when I told him the tea was beneficial for me as well and I wasn't just humoring him.

Before we made love Dylan had me explain about the glen. I told him we couldn't disturb Brother Michael two nights in a row but I'd take him and Adam there next weekend. Remembering the rhythm I'd set in the glen I let Dylan experience something of the glen. When we kissed good night I saw see tears had welled up in his eyes. I never said a word as I kissed them away. Then we snuggled close and drifted off to sleep.

I woke early to do some meditating. My intent was predominantly centered around the wedding but I also drew in some extra energy for myself. A sleepy Dylan found me in the playroom and sat in my lap. Wrapping my arms around him I kept on meditating. Now I let the chi flow through us both. Since we were both naked it was no trouble to go from meditating to fornicating. Dylan looked so gorgeous bent forward over the altar.

We were sitting in our meditation position after our fuck when the other two came hurtling past. Dylan smiled at me when we heard their startled cries. Adam declared we both deserved a spanking for not calling out to them when they passed. Morgan spanked me while Adam gave Dylan a lighter but forceful spanking. They spanked us on all fours. Then they knelt to fuck us when we'd been punished enough. A quick-ish shower followed and we were dressing when Tracy popped upstairs.

“Leslie and our guests are cooking breakfast.” Tracy said as we dressed. “They wanted to thank you for all the wonderful meals you cooked this week. Tomek even took control of the blender for green smoothies. Your housekeeper is down there assisting.”

Set on the table were two mugs of tea. Adam smiled as we clinked our mugs together and told me he was feeling better. Lao wanted us to drink the tea for two days no matter how well we felt. The boys went in and kissed everybody for making breakfast. Tomek got his share from them as well. My phone started going crazy with texts from Petersen and Leif about the catering and the choir. I waited patiently as text after text after text arrived. Tracy told me it was usual practice to respond to each text. Then she smiled when she read my one text in response to all of them - “deal with it”

“Another Irish coffee would be wonderful. Thank you, Tracy.” I said. “Adam I have no idea what half those text messages were about but if my response didn't take care of any then I will get a call about it. Those two are sometimes worse than children. Here's the call now. Lawrence this is for you.”

“What? Hello?” a startled Lawrence said catching my phone. “No it seems he wants me to help. Let me go on the balcony and we can chat.”

“Thank you, Lawrence.” I said when he handed me my phone. “Those two get as bad as me when we get close to the wedding happening. Richard I have the greatest compassion but it is all I can do to put up with myself never mind three of me. You'll see later today how bad it gets.”

“We'll get everybody their outfits early and spend the rest of the day in the kitchen with you guys.” Lawrence decided. “Elaine and Stephen will be down to help. We will send them over to the side-door.”

“There are six parking bays in the staff parking for visitors. Tell them to park there.” I said pulling Morgan onto my lap. “Morgan please call Frederick and ask him to let the staff know those bays will be used today. A text would work as well. Thank you.”

Our guests had gone shopping for some traditional Polish sausages yesterday. There was eggs and sautéed greens with caramelized onions. I enjoyed eating breakfast with the boys. Somebody will let you know what's happening after school but now I have no idea where or what I'll be doing I told the boys before they headed to school. Catherine and Teresa came over to put me through a workout which helped me get going.

Tracy packed leftovers to take with us to the kitchen. Since Ada would be with me baking some bread Lawrence took her measurements before we left. Tracy, Ada, Ivan and me did a round of vodka to bless our preparations. Tracy slipped out to meditate in the garden while we baked a sample of the bread. Beatka arrived to relieve Ivan from his job as interpreter. He promised to bring over the sausage for dinner tonight as soon as Lawrence finished with him. Patricia, Elaine and Stephen arrived just as I was letting Ivan out the side door.

Ada watched me closely as I made what I believed was a Polish sourdough rye bread with a starter I'd brought from the apartment. While she helped shape the dough into rounds she asked how many we were having for lunch and dinner. I told her there was the choir and catering people to feed so I'd made four dozen loaves. Thanks to the commercial mixers and help from Stephen, Elaine and Patricia we finished surprisingly quickly.

While the bread baked we got started on some vegetable curries for lunch. Petersen had texted to ask if the catering crew and choir could join us for lunch. I told him they were welcome if they gave us a hand. Tracy called the co-op to buy more vegetables for Petersen to collect on the way. Ada had great fun helping me make roti and naan. The catering crew was large enough to help us finish lunch without any help from the choir so the choir sang for us as we worked.

My housekeeper brought the boys over to join us for lunch. Leif and Petersen were honest enough to admit Lawrence's help would be invaluable in keeping us somewhat sane until we sat down at the wedding feast. The boys said they wouldn't be able to concentrate on their homework so it was best if they did it on Sunday afternoon. They set up a board game on a corner table we'd designated for our guests. Most of the gang would be coming over to offer support and help at some point. I understood them wanting to help with the preparations even if it was just providing moral support. They kindly agreed not to try sneak a look at the garden or chapel.

Petersen knew most of the work in making a stew was in the amount of prep work required so he'd brought in a lot of staff. Leif chuckled when Petersen told me we'd be manning the pots and doing the spicing. He told everybody to get a drink and settle in to watch the show. Dylan couldn't imagine a show better than the one I put on with Genta. I allowed Petersen to mix his spice blend for our pork stew wager first. Trusting the bell mantra I blended my herbs rapidly. Two of our prep chefs were assigned to prepare the vegetables for our stews so they would be identical except for the spices.

“We'll do a round of beef stew with your mix and one with mine Petersen.” I said Petersen. “The same for the other stews so every guest can get to enjoy both our blends.”

We kept some of Ada's fine bread next to us to sample as we readied the spices for each round. Leif draped an arm over us both and kissed us both on the cheek. He told us to play nice and then went back to join the guests. I'd agreed to leave the door to the chapel open so we could hear the choir practice. There was no direct line of sight from the kitchen into the chapel.

The difference between my show with Petersen and Genta was how we sparred. I bantered with Genta but with Petersen it became a sparring session involving spatulas and spoons. We'd strike out at each other at random intervals. After a flurry of strikes and parries we'd toss our weapons to a random prep chef. They would catch it and place it in the dishwasher. Then it would be back to cooking for a bit. We reached a point where our stews needed to simmer for several minutes so this sparring session lasted quite a while. The challenge was to defend and attack while staying within reach of the pots. I struck Petersen on the chest with my ladle when a quick grope of his ass distracted him.

“Foul.” Petersen declared.

“Nothing foul about it. You ass felt very good.” I said. “Overruled. Now pucker up. Victor gets a kiss.”

Honor demanded nothing but a very intense, lingering kiss from the loser with bodies pressed close together. Both of us had tacitly added how much sexual energy we could generate as an indicator of how good a kiss it was. We broke the kiss and turned back to our stews as if nothing had happened. There wasn't a sound from the others in the kitchen. The choir continued to sing in the background.

“Tracy when is our next special kiss lesson due?” Dylan asked. “I'm sure you found that one quite inspirational. The gods certainly know I did.”

“Those two deserve a drink on me.” Adam said pouring two shots of vodka. “I'd never have believed just watching two guys kiss would make me blush.”

Our dinner was cooking on a separate stove. We'd got that started first. I would be staying at my corporate office tonight and could take care of putting the other stews away later. There was no shortage of volunteers from the gang to help me but the boys said they'd help me because they would be joining me here tonight. I took my housekeeper upstairs to show her a special conference room where we would spend the night. She gave me a hand rearranging the furniture and pulling two of the three Murphy beds out. Satisfied we would be comfortable she reassured Sophie and Amanda it was a good idea.

Quite unconcerned about the random sparring Leslie came over to ask why I needed to spend the night. We could let the stews cook through the night in slow cookers she told me. I explained there was a ritual I needed to do in preparation for the wedding. This was traditionally done at sunrise on the day of the wedding. Leslie didn't flinch when Petersen began an attack around her. Leslie guessed the ritual took place in the chapel. Then she slipped out between strikes to go get us a drink. We stopped our sparring when she returned. She smiled. Then kissed us each on the cheek as a thank you for spending all this time cooking.

“Leslie we cannot relax. That is why we are assaulting each other with blunt kitchen implements.” Petersen explained. “No amount of reassurance or years of cooking experience will be enough to relax us. Then there's the bet.”

“You have all kept us supplied with a steady stream of drinks but we're both stone cold sober.” I said. “No tricks required from me I am so nervous.”

“Nor me.” Petersen added.

“Losing the bet isn't a real concern.” I confessed. “The nerves I'm feeling make it seem more important. On any other day I'd be quite happy to show Petersen my secret technique.”

“And I'd be glad to help you with the chain dagger combination.” Petersen said leaning over to kiss me quickly.

“But not today.” I said lashing out at him.

“Not today.” Petersen agreed and this time he got in a glancing blow to my ribs.

Tracy resolutely turned her back to us when we began our kiss. Her curiosity and the others reactions got her to turn around again. Dylan handed her a large shot of vodka. When we finished Juliet calmly approached us. She asked us if the caterers and choir were members of our order. I admitted they were. Juliet told Petersen it was the way the prep chefs calmly continued to work when we sparred and caught the random kitchen weapons of war we tossed at them that gave it away. Petersen told her he felt the same sense of relief I was feeling at being around people who could accept this part of us. A prep chef had come up to see what else we needed and told Juliet she felt the same way.

“A nun?” Juliet asked in surprise.

“The sexist thing has been a front for many years and offered protection to lots of women who joined our Order.” I explained.

“Rohan is roping me into it a year from now.” Tracy added coming over with another round for us. “He says I need to learn more about self-defense from Lao.”

“Well if Brother Michael says to wait another year then I wish you all the luck in the world.” Petersen said. “That means he plans on pushing you very hard. Tracy it is a sign of the respect he has for Lao's students. There are so few of them Brother Michael gets giddy with excitement at the thought of training one.”

“Don't worry, Tracy.” Lawrence said joining us and looking into the different pots. “Rohan, Lao and Catherine will have you ready or Rohan won't let you go. Now the two of you need to step away from the pots.”

“But there's still one more round of stews to make.” Petersen protested.

“We'll step away soon.” I said reaching for a glass bowl with a spice mix but Juliet placed a hand over mine. Tracy had reached out to stop Petersen from picking up a spoon.

“Now.” Juliet said firmly and loudly. “The two of you will join us and eat now. Unless you want to delay it with a trip over my knee in front of everybody. Yes, Rohan, I am placing a lot of faith in the chivalry aspect of your Order but more in your common sense. Look over there at the other stove.”

I blinked and my eyes widened when I saw the number of pots simmering away. My focus had been so focused on the cooking I hadn't noticed when one of the prep chefs had switched out pots on me. They knew when a stew was ready to simmer. The nervousness of their two chefs before a wedding was legendary so they calmly slipped pots over to the other stove while another chef set a fresh pot in front of us. Dylan told me later it had been fun to see how smoothly they did it even when we were sparring.

Petersen spoke to Ivan about ordering more of the nun's sausage for his restaurants. Ada took a bite of my sourdough rye and told me it didn't matter what I said my soul was Polish. Alenka offered to find me a good Polish boy and girl to marry. Adam told her I was already in love with a boy from England. Ada said that was good because all they had to do was find me a wife now. Ivan blushed when Ada complimented him on the sausage. Feliks told her they would start selling it soon after their return. Leif told Lawrence he'd judge our wager stews just before they got served. Richard agreed it was good to taste them then so you weren't tormented by a delay in eating them.

Before we served the fruit tarts for dessert I took Leslie and Ivan aside. Petersen and Leif joined me as I explained there would be a martial aspect to the wedding. No knights in heavy armor I assured her. Leif, Petersen and Brother Michael would be standing a few paces from where they would exchange vows. They would have broadswords braced in front of them as a symbol of the protection our Order offered to anybody who got married in our chapels. Ivan said he could see the how important this might have been in the past. Leif explained they would still have the full protection of our Order but it was usually lawyers or diplomats offering aid instead of knights. Leslie asked if we could show her where we would be so I led us to the chapel and we took our positions.

“Thank you for the heads up.” Leslie said. “I would have been quite startled if I had seen it tomorrow for the first time. Good to know you guys won't bully us.”

“You guys wouldn't need any bullying from us or else we wouldn't marry you in our chapel.” Petersen said calmly. “Now let's get back before the others finish all those tarts. We also have one more round of stews to make.”

Tracy, my housekeeper and several others were not happy to hear how late it would be before I could put the last of the stews in the fridge. Leif assured them I was being honest when I said I wouldn't be getting more than a couple of hours sleep tonight anyway. He told them Petersen wouldn't get much sleep either. You boys will be well rested I told them. Ada said she was looking forward to helping with the wedding bread in the morning. Everybody smiled knowingly when she complimented me on my large mixers for kneading the dough. I nodded to Leif who was standing behind her. He grinned and made an entry on his smart phone.

The boys laughed when I took them to a hidden closet down the hallway from our room and pulled out four streamlined scooters. Then we raced around the corporate office while the janitors smiled and dodged out of our way. The boys kept it up for an hour before deciding they needed a rest. I took them back to the kitchen for another round of fruit tarts with ice-cream. Then I gave them each a goodnight blowjob.

This time I had the mantras to help me with my nerves. While the last of the stews cooled I meditated in the chapel. Blessing the space with sound and incense I felt a wonderful peace settle inside me. When I had put the last stew away I went back upstairs to continue my meditating. I managed to get in three hours sleep before I had to start the traditional sunrise benediction. Brother Michael was there to stand guard as I performed the ritual. Being a monk must have been a dangerous job in the past I thought to myself.

Bound by my promise to Daizan I couldn't say the bell mantra aloud with Brother Michael present. Instead I let it merge and flow from me in the ancient hymn we sang during this blessing. I smiled within my hood when I heard brother Michael gasp. He'd stood guard over to many of these rituals not to have felt the change. The impressive thing was he just gasped once. I took off my robe while Brother Michael secured his sword.

“Step outside with me and meet my other son. Adam's betrothed will also be there.” I instructed Brother Michael.

Cracking the door just a little we slipped out into the corridor. The three boys sat slumped against each other on a bench. Brother Michael surprised me again by agreeing to join me in my tickling ambush of the boys. The boys jumped and gasped in surprise when they saw this large hooded form in front of them. When he scooped Adam and Morgan up into his arms they laughed and kissed his cheeks. I laughed with Dylan at the sight of their heads half hidden in the hood.

When I nodded at him Brother Michael sat down with a boy on each leg and pushed his hood back. Brother Michael pulled his hood back up when we heard footsteps approaching. My housekeepers were looking for us. They wanted to discuss breakfast. Tracy was as intrigued by Brother Michael as he was with her.

“The two of you can go play for an hour in the garden.” I said. “Play gently Brother Michael or I will be irate.”

Tracy told us the catering crew and choir were on the way. She'd go meet the others at the side door. I agreed it was safe to leave it open if she stood guard with Brother Michael. Once I'd opened the door my housekeeper accompanied me and the boys upstairs to help us get the room back together. The shower was only big enough for two so Adam and Morgan showered while the three of us got things back together in the room. My housekeeper went on ahead with Adam and Morgan to let the others know we'd been down shortly.

The only thing Lawrence allowed me to do in the kitchen was prepare the bread dough with Ada. The catering crew supervised by Stephen prepared breakfast. After breakfast he supervised the baking of the bread and warming of the stews. Petersen had started to say something but Stephen had interrupted and told him bluntly to go fuck Leif as many times as he needed to get over his nerves. Leif had laughed delightedly at the shocked expression on Petersen's face and jumped into his arms.

“What a great idea Stephen.” Leif said. “Thanks Rohan. You heard him, Love. Second floor. Third door.”

Richard grinned when Patricia asked Lawrence how his nerves were holding up. Elaine came over and slipped under my arm. She nodded towards the door so I took her for a walk. We wandered through the city a bit while she caught me up on life at the cabin. Being out of the building gave me a huge boost. I thanked her for being so smart. She told me she recognized the signs from her own experiences in doing a long catering job. Getting completely away from the work station was the only solution.

A grinning, sweaty Tracy was offering Brother Michael a drink. She poured two more drinks when I approached with Elaine. After we'd knocked them back she told me Brother Michael had played gently. She'd been tossed around like a rag doll but had learned so much. One of the prep chefs couldn't resist hugging her when he overheard her warn Brother Michael to get in lots of practice before they met in a year. Even hooded we could see the smile on Brother Michael's face. I might end up losing my housekeeper I thought happily.

People began leaving to go dress for the wedding. Stephen had brought his clothes with him so I showed him up to the conference room to get dressed. Petersen got some good-natured teasing from the caterers about his ability or lack thereof to raise a sword when Leif finally brought him back. I did one last inspection of the chapel before going upstairs to get dressed. Brother Michael, Leif and Petersen assumed their positions at the front of the church. The catering crew had all donned their robes and were standing at the edge of the chapel. I had seen no need to let Leslie and Ivan know the rest of us all had a dagger strapped to a forearm. Although they looked pious standing with their hands enfolded by their sleeves every one of the catering crew would have their fingers resting lightly on the hilt of their dagger.

Large candelabras were stationed throughout the chapel space. Their light combined with the architecture to cause a wonderful contrast between light and dark spaces. A light incense burned in two burners at each end of the altar. Standing in front of the doors looking into the space I spoke one more traditional blessing. Then I thanked all the monks present for their service at all times and stepped out into the hallway.

Leslie had disappointed Lawrence by saying smart casual without ties. Lawrence had adjusted magnificently and kept the lines simple and neat. I felt decidedly overdressed in my robes as I gazed around. Daizan and Mu were in their traditional robes because I felt as if I was a member of their Orders as well. Once I'd embraced everybody and told them how magnificent they looked I opened the two doors to the chapel. There were a lot of startled gasps and tears shed before anybody dared to enter the chapel. Juliet took the lead and the others soon followed. The chapel naturally lent itself to silence. Conversations were brief and hushed as people looked around and found a seat.

Lawrence had used Tracy's nun outfit as a base for Leslie and Ivan. He'd added more lace to Leslie's top and bigger, shinier buttons to Ivan's jacket. The theme of simple, clean and neat lines were clearly evident. I thought the clothing was perfect because it didn't detract from them. The pants also made it easier for them to kneel on the cushions as they exchange vows. Lawrence was busy filming everything for us.

The choir burst into song when Leslie and Ivan kissed. The newlyweds remained on their knees through the first hymn. Then they stood and faced their guests. When the applause had died down the choir sang a second hymn.

“Leslie has asked me to sing a hymn that has a special meaning to me.” I said at the end of the second hymn. Petersen had inserted a note into the music score for the choir telling them to wait before turning to the third hymn. I let the tension build. “The hymn I have chosen is special not only to me but to our Order. Seldom do we attempt to sing it because of its intricacy and variation. Forgive us if we fail in our rendition today.”

Leslie tensed a little when some members of the choir let out surprised gasps in response to my words. A few of the monks against the wall also looked up towards us. The suspense built as I reached out to channel some help for all of us in getting this hymn just right. The hymn was all about the trials we faced, our marriage with the Hospitallers and the joy of the new life we had found despite living in the shadows. When Petersen saw me raise my head he made a slight gesture to the choir. They burst into song a split second before me.

I loved this hymn so much I often sang it when alone purely for the reminder. The Order had nurtured me and given me so much it was easy for me to let my love for it infuse my singing. Very few singers had ever been able to complete it because of the range required. Usually it was a soloist of exceptional skill who sang it to completion. That afternoon instead of a multitude of voices I channeled one voice. The voice of a lady that held every quality I would have wanted in a mate. Her love for the music and greatness of the composer was as easy to feel as my own. Allowing her to sing through me was as easy as dropping into her arms. I did so freely, unresistingly and joyously.

There was complete silence in the chapel when I finished. Everybody was staring at me but for several minutes I was still held in my lady's arms. The choir had left their position to form up behind Brother Michael, Leif and Petersen. They'd stopped singing before the first of the really intricate sections. I stood on the stairs gathering myself for a few minutes longer then I said a silent, heartfelt thank you to the lady who had responded to my call and the congregation for providing me the chance to merge with this lovely soul. Disregarding any protocols Leslie stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me gently on the lips.

We weren't a large group by wedding group standards so I had decided we'd all enter the garden through the left door. Two monks opened the door as Ivan and Leslie approached. I remained standing on the steps enjoying the last traces of her presence within me. Tracy stopped just through the door to help gently move people on so the others could enter behind them. She knew the effect it would have on the others.

Adam, Dylan and Morgan waited until they were the only guests left. I followed directly behind them as they walked side-by-side into the garden. They never faltered or paused but walked behind the benches to the Redwood trees. I followed silently behind them. They stood looking up at the mandala. After about ten minutes they turned around and gave me a group hug. Then we returned to the other end of the garden to take our place next to Ivan and Leslie.

Two monks brought out two bowls of pork stew and placed them in front of Lawrence. He tasted a spoonful from each. Then he took another spoonful. We waited while he had a whispered conversation with Richard. Moments later Richard was trying the stew. More hushed conversation followed.

“Brother Michael it is my decision that you will see this wager settled in the following way.” Lawrence said loudly to the gathered guests and monks who had all gathered to hear his judgment. “Rohan and Petersen will both share their knowledge with each other. There is absolutely no way to judge one stew as better than the other. Asking anybody to make this judgment in the future would not be an act of kindness so it is time to call an end to it. Settle this before those two lovebirds head for England, Rohan.”

“I was planning on bringing Adam, Dylan and Morgan to the glen next weekend.” I announced. “Now it seems Petersen and Leif will be with us. On Saturday I will share my skills with Petersen. Sunday will be the day he shares his expertise with me.

Thank you all for joining us to bless the commitment between Leslie and Ivan. My most heartfelt thanks to them for honoring us by exchanging vows in our presence and providing such a bountiful feast. Without any further delay let us show our appreciation of it.”

Ada rightfully received lots of compliments for her bread. She enjoyed the praise and blushed prettily when guys kissed her in thanks. Alenka had fun teasing her until they started giving her a kiss as well. When I noticed plates were no longer being filled as rapidly I announced there would be a break of about an hour before we served dessert. I told the boys to start exploring and I'd catch up to them in a few minutes.

“The delay is not only to allow our food to settle before dessert but to give the caterers time to eat.” I explained to Leslie. “What I wanted to ask is if you had any plans for leftovers?”

“No we didn't think there would be any.” Leslie admitted. “I'm sure you have some tradition to take care of the leftovers.”

“You’re right. The order runs a soup kitchen and shelter which would love to have a dinner in your honor.” I said. “The chefs there will refresh and add to the leftovers. Petersen won't mangle my fine stews too much reconstituting them. Ivan it would be easier for me to take some home for the gang but I consider it part of my service to cook another meal instead of using leftovers. I only have one meal to cook today so it is a snap.”

“Thank you, Rohan, for such a lovely solution.” Leslie said. “Now go find the boys.”

Adam told me my special garden felt a lot like the glen. This comment caused Dylan to start paying even closer attention to the energy. Lao joined us as we explored the garden. He told the boys a lot about the maṇḍala. There were aspects of it I hadn't known about. Lao smiled when I told him this was the one that had felt right for the space. We returned to our seats by walking through the garden on the right.

Lao mentioned how much attention Tracy was paying to Brother Michael. Adam told him she was sizing up her opponent. When I explained further Lao laughed and told me he didn't mind losing his students to my Order. Dylan said he had a point about using my Order so he didn't have to make one of his own. That way you get to deal with all the administrative headaches Lao told me. We all promised to stay quiet and see if Brother Michael figured it out on his own. Tracy had come to fetch us and listened in on the last bit of the conversation. Lao told her a year was plenty of time to get her ready. Brother Michael had too many years of experience for her to hope to win right away but at least she would hold her own. I agreed to let him know what weapons Tracy would be training with so he could work with Catherine to get her ready.

“The two of you can snuggle under the blanket with a bottle of vodka and complain about how hard Catherine is pushing you.” Adam said. “That will be so sweet.”

“Don't worry Tracy our dad will be happy to help you in the shower. You've helped him through so many it's only fair.” Dylan said quickly dodging her attempt to tickle him.

Tracy and some of the catering chefs had taken over the kitchen at Belissimo this morning to make the desserts. Trifle, Bakewell pudding and Tipsy tart either plain or chocolate was the choice. We had set up a serving station at the edge of the lawn. Tomek sat on Tracy's lap with a bowl of non-alcoholic chocolate Tipsy tart. He kissed her cheek several times as he worked his way through it. When he finally finished she led him over to get a little trifle.

Another secret I had kept hidden was my training in dance. All of our order got taught to dance because good footwork helped with the weapons and self-defense. Leslie and Ivan took the floor first. Then I led Ada out and promised Alenka she would be second. My housekeeper had kept a secret about dancing in return. The boys had been given lessons by a teacher at their school during recess. When they finished being caterers our monks and nuns joined us and danced with the guests. Now they were relaxing they let their hoods down. Only Brother Michael kept his up.

Despite being guests everybody pitched in to get the tables put away when it was time for the bride and bridegroom to leave. I gave in when Bram told me they couldn't stand and watch without helping. Nobody was driving anywhere tonight so the entire gang and our Polish guests would be over for breakfast. Leslie asked me to pull rank and line up the monks in the chapel. They were as much in the dark as me as we formed two lines between the pews. Ivan had told me to stand by the door with Leif, Petersen and Brother Michael. Every one of the guests led by Leslie and Ivan worked their way done the ranks of monks and nuns and dispensed kisses to cheeks. The boys took turns lifting Clifton and Tomek up to kiss a monk or nun's cheek. My housekeeper and Tracy followed at the end of the procession.

Tracy told the boys to pick up the pace and to share Brother Michael. She told them if she wanted to kiss a geriatric there was me to kiss and she'd like to thank Brother Michael before he reached his twenties. Leif told her she was a little too late. A friendly nun told her Brother Michael was like a twenty year old where it mattered – between the sheets. Tracy thanked her and told her to spread the word the rest of them had a year or less to enjoy his youthful services. The nun hugged and kissed Tracy. She promised to spread the word but some wouldn't be so keen to back down. Tracy decided they would be a good warm up before she got into bed with him.

“Are you sure you're done?” Tracy asked the boys calmly when she noticed they were standing listening to her chat with the nun. Then she gave Brother Michael a very sweet kiss. She told Brother Michael not to linger over his good byes with the other nuns.

Brother Michael asked me for some time in the garden before we left. I told him I wanted to see Leslie and Ivan off first. When I told him the building was safe he barked out some commands. Word spread through the members of our Order who startled our guests by running to line up on either side of the passageway all the way to the door. They had their hoods up and hands in their sleeves. When Linda and Ivan got to the first two their arms snapped out over them with daggers in hand. Then they immediately returned the daggers to their sheaths. I held the others back until the last two had saluted. Only when the members of my Order had left for the garden did I walk with the others to join Leslie and Ivan.

“They pledged themselves individually to you and Ivan.” I answered Leslie. “Brother Michael, Leif and Petersen pledged the order. Within the order there are smaller squads who keep their individuality through their own pledges. Those who lined up were from the squad led by Brother Michael. You'll have to kiss him another time because he's preparing for a little sparring match. Everybody wants to whip the head guy's butt. I'd agreed before his gesture but now I'll have to show him something special. For months I traveled through Europe learning every dirty trick I could when it comes to the broadsword so I'll show him one of them, Ivan.”

“Nothing will make Brother Michael happier.” Leif said from behind me. “Everybody is ready. You can use my sword.”

“Got to go.” I said giving them a goodbye hug and kiss. “This is only for members of our Order. I'll meet you in the chapel when I'm done. Tracy please find me a towel or two in the meantime.”

There was applause and whistles from both monks and nuns as I stripped in the garden. These died out when they saw how thin I'd gotten. Petersen told me that's what I get for dabbling in mantras from Tibet. I told him somebody had to learn about our enemy. Brother Michael had been about to say something so I glared at him before he could embarrass us both. I took Leif's sword from his arms just in time to meet a cross stroke from Brother Michael.

Lifting the sword would have been impossible without chi. I gave quick silent thanks to Lao. Remembering how I'd felt during my last sparring session with Lao I relaxed as much as I could between the blows raining down on me. Brother Michael was making use of my weakened state by striking often. Even if they were easily defended every meeting of our swords drew on my physical reserves. What the mantras had taken from me physically gave back in terms of fluidity and coördination. I ran through the mantras three times. Then I sparred as if it were a sparring session with Lao. The sword became nothing more than an extension of my physical body.

I let Brother Michael drive me backwards. Gauging the pace of his attack more from body cues than the timing of the strokes. Brother Michael knew enough to change his tempo. I began to have so much fun it took a signal from Petersen to remind me of our guests waiting. Instead of stepping into Brother Michael's next strike and blocking it with an upraised sword I rolled the hilt in my hands and defended myself with the blade pointing down. Then using the pommel to gouge a nerve point on the back of his hand I caused him to drop his sword.

Brother Michael looked at me for a long while then threw back his hood and laughed loudly. Before I could escape he caught me up in a hug bear hug. I dangled off the ground as he held me in one arm while accepting a bottle of whiskey from a nun. He poured some down my throat before swallowing a steady stream himself. Then he set me down and still laughing headed off to join the others. Leif returned with two towels he'd collected from Tracy and helped me wipe off the sweat. Then I quickly dressed and rejoined the others.

Tracy threw herself in my arms and gave me a big hug. Adam told me Tracy thought Brother Michael might get hurt but hearing him laugh had assured her he was well. Tracy told me she wasn't worried about me because I had the dirty tricks I was going to teach her. Her smile got bigger when I told her without the dirty tricks I wouldn't stand a chance against Brother Michael. Lao told me we would compare notes during the next year so we could help Tracy. I thanked him and asked him to join us for dinner. He agreed when I promised it would be something light. Adam took his hand. Morgan took Daizan's hand and Dylan grabbed hold of Mu.

My housekeeper drove Tracy and me to the co-op. I decided spanakopita would be a tasty, light dish when my housekeeper told me she'd thawed the pastry. Lao's mom was enjoying the company of Ada and Alenka. Judyta, Feliks and Eliasz took spells as interpreter. Abby told me she wanted to thank me for giving Leslie such a lovely wedding by cooking the dessert. I blended the batter for the crepes and made the berry filling. Then I left her to finish it.

Lao suggested we chat on the balcony. I told him I had just realized that my schedule always seemed to get busier whenever I focused on cutting back on things. The irony was how much busier I was getting while working on freeing up time for the boys. Lao told me to start using the resources available to me. I didn't have to do everything for the boys. There were some things I could delegate to others like Catherine, Brother Michael, Petersen and Leif. Lao said the most important thing for me now was to focus on helping the boys heal. Everything else I could delegate he assured me and promised we would work on helping the boys heal a little more earnestly.

When I asked about Tracy's training he told me that would be good for both of us. I needed to get back into shape and reconnect with what attracted me to the Order he explained. Set things in motion then step back was his advice. Go out and have fun like you did when this all began. Throw yourself back into battle and pick up some bruises he told me. Become a young man again. Lao told me to always remember I was representing the older folk and it was time to dispense reminders to the young that old is not slow and weak. I felt so much better when we returned to the others. This week I would look at each project to see what needed doing and who could be in charge.

The boys grinned and put on such a show of misery when I told them it would just be oral sex tonight. I had to laugh at their antics. The only way to get the to shut up was to promise them I'd let all three of them use me as they wanted on Tuesday afternoon. Dylan gave me a blowjob while I took care of the other two. Then I drained his balls. Even I found myself dragging my heels to the bathroom for our post-sex shower.