The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Twenty-Five

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The next morning because we had such a large group I took everybody to the chapel instead of overcrowding our regular church. This was good practice for the choir and one of our monks to deliver a sermon. Our guests asked me to sing a hymn. Every member of the choir was looking at me willing me to say yes. I agreed because it was for our Polish guests. This proved a wise decision because I channeled the same lovely soul from yesterday. She chose a very simple hymn from my memory. The choir sang with me. I thanked them for joining in and then thanked the monk for his sermon. Everybody wanted to spend a little time in the garden so I opened it up for them and went to see if there was any food in the kitchen. There wasn't much but it provided a snack for everybody.

The boys got started on their homework while I made some sandwiches for everybody to supplement our snack. Judyta asked if we'd make some more chocolate Tipsy Tarts for dessert. Tracy agreed to help me so that settled dessert. Ada asked if I'd let her cook dinner. Beatka told me I would learn another very nice Polish recipe if I agreed. Remembering Lao's advice to let others take care of things I got started on dessert while they went shopping. Tracy suddenly couldn't stop talking about her training with Brother Michael. She triple-checked I'd teach her some dirty tricks. Then she made a note in her smart phone to ask Lao to share some dirty tricks with her. I drew a firm line at her asking Daizan or Mu about anything martial.

“How does Rohan do it?” Beatka asked Tracy as she watched me cooking with Ada. “My mother hasn't been this happy in a very long time. We've both had such a good time. The family back home wanted me to tell you for the first time the patients are starting to make progress instead of just staying the same. A small move forward but movement. We'd like to thank Lao in person but I'm sure he's busy.”

“Lao will be over tomorrow morning to watch Rohan's workout.” Tracy said. “I'm sure he'll accept some flowers. Now if you'll excuse me there is a cute little boy I have to tickle and kiss before he leaves for Poland tomorrow.”

“Run Tomek.” Beatka warned.

“Tracy is making me more chocolate pudding with custard.” Tomek said. “I will let her kiss and tickle me if it makes her happy. She's spoiled me too much this week but don't let mama know.”

Judyta joined Tracy in tickling and kissing Tomek. The boys told me they were almost done with their homework. I asked them to help my housekeeper set up the tables. Before we ate Feliks announced Wincenty had called early this morning to say the farmer's wives and by default the farmers loved the changes Emily and my architect had made to their homes. Our Polish architect had ensured the folding roof system met local code. Feliks asked us if we wouldn't mind a very early call from Kazimierz and Natalia tomorrow morning. They wanted to share something before the boys left for school. I told him six-thirty would work for us. Tracy sent off a quick confirmation email from her phone to let Kazimierz know the time.

Everybody agreed to an early night because of the Skype call the next morning. Dylan kindly helped me prepare three breakfast casseroles before we headed off to bed. This time I fucked my son in the shower so we could collapse into bed. I never stirred until our alarm went off at five. The other two miscreants reported for a milking at five-thirty. Somehow we made it down around six to get coffee started for the others. Amanda popped up to give us a hand. She told me nobody except our Polish guests would believe she hadn't dragged us out the shower.

There were a couple of surprises for me. Emily showed up with our guests. Tracy's promise of an Irish coffee had been the key to getting her up along with the chance to enjoy a breakfast I'd cooked. I told her that was one of the biggest compliments my cooking had ever received. Sanne, Bram, Marikie and Hans called to tell us this would be quite the conference call. My second surprise was Leslie and Ivan joining in the call. Dylan calmly thanked her for getting out of bed on her honeymoon. Leslie told him Ivan needed some time to breathe.

“Good morning.” Kazimierz greeted us. “I know you don't have a lot of time so we'll get started right away.”

Pointing the webcam ahead of him Kazimierz carried the laptop towards two arched, wooden doors I knew hadn't been in their living space when we last visited. Natalia opened the doors for him and he stepped into a long, open space. While Kazimierz walked around the space Natalia told us because Wincenty had promised to pay the construction crew for the full two weeks and their bonus for finishing early they had accepted help from the farmers and their families. The family who had sold us the land also brought over a truckload of people to help. Bram laughed and told me I'd got five or six work crews without having to spend a dime. I threatened to cook for all of them when I visited with the boys.

The floors were thick boards of a dark wood polished until the light danced off them. I thought they were the best feature along with the thick exposed beams of the same wood. The furniture was a chocolate-brown with splashes of color from cushions and blankets scattered around. Adam decided we could roast an ox in the fireplace it was so huge. There were hooks to hang pots and kettles on above the fire. Set around the front and sides of the fireplace were a few cast iron pots and a kettle. Morgan said he couldn't wait to play games on the huge flat screen above the fireplace. I told Natalia I hoped they were enjoying watching TV on it. She told me it was amazing and put a TV show on for us.

The kitchen, dining and living room area all opened into each other. The bedrooms, playroom and meditation room were at the far end. A thick cob wall separated the sleeping space from the rest of the room. The walls between the bedrooms, playrooms and meditation space were more standard. I'd asked for slightly thicker walls and added some sound proofing materials. Natalia asked me what I wanted to do with the meditation room. This room was off the master bedroom in the right hand corner so I could enjoy the views in two directions. Emily told me she could use the footage from our chat to create a 3-D model of the space. I told Natalia some people would visit to decorate the place. They'd also bless the new structure. Natalia asked if they wouldn't mind doing her living areas as well. I told her the more practice they got blessing spaces the better.

The downstairs area was almost identical except there were more bedrooms. These were comfortably furnished with good solid furniture. We'd bought so much from the local furniture shop they'd given us a nice discount. Natalia told me I'd have to visit the store manager so he could thank me.

“Speaking of thanking you, Rohan.” Natalia said in a voice that had others grinning at me. “Look what the farmer's wives did to my home.”

They had certainly kept their promise to build her some of their traditional outdoor ovens. Paving stones had been laid out and a nice outdoor cooking area built for her. A retractable awning would give some shelter in the winter. Kazimierz told me he owed me a big thank you as well. He said Natalia had been so happy cooking in her ovens he had benefited from more than just the food. Leslie told the boys they had a couple of other honeymooners to tease.

“Juliet would you mind outfitting our playroom?” I asked her. “Emily will show you all the computer stuff you need. Lawrence is here and can help give you a primer. Yes, Tomek, you are welcome to listen as well. Do you really enjoy working with this computer program?”

“Oh, yes. It's so much fun. My furniture isn't as pretty though.” Tomek told us.

“Judyta is there somebody back home who can receive parcels?” Lawrence asked. “Good idea. Rohan please call the manager of the furniture store and thank him. When he asks you if there is anything else you need ask him if he'd accept delivery of some books. Then Wincenty can collect them and place them in Tomek's room. Tomek do you have a bookcase?”

“Yes it's very big and very empty.” Tomek said. “Are you buying me some books?”

“There are some books I use for decorating the rooms at my hotel. I think they will help you.” Lawrence replied.

“Judyta is there space in Tomek's room for a second bookshelf? Good.” Richard said with a grin. “Better have Wincenty pick it up from the furniture shop while he is collecting the books. Emily, dear Lawrence is as bad as Rohan who is sitting there quietly making plans to jump in on this gift giving.”

“He isn't the only one.” Adam told us. “Emily you got Tomek the trial version of the software and it expires soon doesn't it? I'd like to pay for the upgrade to the professional version. What are you planning Dad?”

“Feliks and Judyta will need to agree but I'd like to have some members of my Order send some books over as well.” I said quietly. “They will be educational and a mix of novels suitable for a boy his age. When he outgrows them they will send some more. I will set something similar up here for the boys. Our Order spends time working on new models for communication, the economy, health, religion and philosophy and education from kindergarten through to college. We are always looking for people to allow us to work with them and get feedback.”

Tomek beamed when his parents told him it was his decision. I told him all he had to do in return was answer some questions once a month. There would be somebody he could call with questions about his studies or anything else in his life. He'd have a private tutor who could kick ass Morgan told him with a grin. I told him I didn't know if anybody at the monastery was good at decorating but they would find somebody to help him if he wanted. Tomek thought the idea of going to Warsaw and spending time with the monks was the coolest thing ever. Poor Tomek didn't know who to thank first.

While he was thanking Lawrence and Richard his parents came over to thank me. They agreed to visit the monks in Warsaw for a few hours on their way back. I told them it would only be feasible for the three of them to visit. When the monks visited Katowice the others could meet them. They rotated over to thank Lawrence and Richard while Tomek thanked me. Then it was Adam's turn for a hug and a kiss. When Adam finally let him go Tomek surprised us by going over and sitting on my housekeeper's lap. She held him close while we were shown the outside of the new addition.

I slipped away to get the casseroles out of the oven while Kazimierz showed everybody the progress on the garden. Tracy helped me dish up and hand out plates to our guests. The boys saw most of the garden before it was time for them to head off to school. They said goodbye to Beatka and Ada who would be leaving before they finished school. Ada promised to return soon to visit the cabin. She promised to bake some bread for them before she left today.

Juliet, Tomek, Lawrence and Emily settled around a computer to go over the meditation and playroom. Emily gave them both a complete model of the space when Juliet told them she'd like it all to match. Beatka slipped out with Tracy to go get some flowers for Lao. I had promised Leslie she could speak with the monks when she returned about the boys schooling. While I waited to start my workout I gave them a call. They told me all they needed was the name of the school the boys were attending and the level they were at. I told them I'd send them a copy of the transition plan the principal had prepared. Yes I would call the principal to let her know it was okay for her to share information with them. We would tell her the boys were volunteers in a project for a college about an alternative education system. You can get your hands on the boys for two hours next weekend at the glen I told them. Bring three people to interview them because you won't get a minute more than two hours I warned.

“Amanda, you have no idea how excited members of my Order get when given the chance to apply their knowledge.” I said after my call. “That's why I have to be firm with them. Brother Michael is part of the militant side so he understands that an hour is sixty-minutes. The others would question the boys all day without noticing how much time had passed.”

“Good thing you will be doing weapon training.” Amanda said kissing my cheek. “That will make it easier to enforce the two-hour limit. Now go get into your sexy, skimpy workout shorts. Your fitness crew will be here soon.”

Teresa had been right in her prediction I'd start making progress in larger leaps. Catherine told me we'd be back at the gym next week. Lao had arranged to speak with Catherine later this week to plan Tracy's strength and conditioning program. Thanks to the effects of my mantra retreat we could work together on the same program. When Lao reminded me about the list of weapons I led them to my room. Reaching under the bed I began pulling out thick wooden boxes.

“This ought to be enough to work on for starters.” I said as I opened each box.

They were my personal collection of my favorite weapons. My collection consisted of a heavy mace, a broadsword, a war axe and the combination I struggled with of a weighted chain and dagger. Tracy managed to lift the broadsword and war axe but couldn't swing them. Five years of training had given me the stamina to swing the war axe and broadsword for twenty minutes I told Tracy. The others watched as I lifted the weapons and confirmed I was only a little stronger than Tracy. A good thing I could use chi to help me but most of my weapons training on the weekend would focus on the dagger and chain. Lao told Tracy there were many weapons so she didn't have to worry about swinging a heavy sword or axe for long periods of time. I told her some nuns specialized in archery and the weighted chain or short sword. Swinging a broadsword built up strong shoulder muscles which made drawing a bow easier. Despite her nervousness I saw the same spark light up in her eyes that I'd had when I first joined the Order.

Beatka and Ada hugged and kissed Lao before he left. He gracefully accepted the flowers they'd bought him. Tracy told him I needed Tuesday to rest so we'd join him Wednesday for some extended chi work. Lao kindly thanked me for the wonderful food at the wedding and all the other work I'd done.

The construction crew can take a break Lawrence decided so we all trooped over to see the progress on the orphanage. I apologized to the crew for not being able to bake for the past two weeks and the next one. Lawrence told me he'd buy us all a treat from the bakery he was using so I could rest easy knowing the treats were up to scratch.

The contractor told us things were going surprisingly smoothly which is why they were able to make such good progress. The extra inspections actually helped because there was no down time while waiting for an inspector to come out a day or two later. This meant they were able to correct things the inspector found quicker. Lawrence had him point out where they were going beyond code to make it even safer for the kids. Richard promised the contractor this would be the last time Lawrence asked to see the extra safety features. He told Lawrence he could get a blend of tea from Lao for his nerves instead of pestering the contractor fifty times about the same thing. Lawrence apologized to the contractor. I suggested we stop at the apothecary on the way home.

We agreed the bakery did a wonderful job. The owner thanked Lawrence again for all the extra business. He thanked her for accommodating their large order. We learned the construction crew members had started giving the bakery extra business. I decided the bakery ought to keep the Monday order. There's no reason we can't spoil the guys two days a week I decided. When we got to the apothecary Alice consulted her book of Lao's formulas and blended up some tea for Lawrence. Richard promised to call to let her know how it worked or if it needed tweaking. Alice said they could mail him some more if they found this blend effective.

Our guests decided on cheese burgers, fries and milkshakes for their last lunch with us. This allowed us to use Ada's freshly baked bread. J drove Beatka and Ada to the airport. Leif had texted me to let me know a large commercial mixer would be waiting for Ada when she went in to work tomorrow. The ambassador herself had called him to thank him for spoiling Ada. She had told Leif the rest of the staff was looking forward to having more of Ada's bread.

There were a lot of tears shed when it came time to say goodbye to our Polish friends. Once again I kept our party small for the trip to the airport. The customs officer recognized us and had his senior officer come down. Tracy remarked I got a lot of mileage from a benediction. This time I offered to bless him before he could ask. I told him about a church he could visit where the priest gave some particularly powerful blessings. Anytime you need some time to pray or get away just call and they will let you in. On our way from the airport the group asked me about the church I'd mentioned. They had to meet the priest if I believed his blessings were even more powerful than mine. They'd attend his service next weekend while I was away with the boys.

Dinner that night was much more subdued than usual. Leslie and Ivan were away and the rest of us were missing our Polish friends. We watched a movie. Then people quietly headed off. Dylan didn't tease me at all as we settled for a simple sixty-nine before bed. The next morning I had Adam and Morgan bring over their supplies of the grief tea. Combined with what I had left there was enough to dose everybody.

We'd enjoyed having our Polish friends visit but it was good to get back to our own regular group for dinner. The boys asked Tracy if she'd reconsidered their offer of help with her esoteric bedroom arts. Adam told us it appeared Brother Michael had gotten that arduous assignment. Tracy didn't even bother to protest. The boys got one of our new board games out while J and Sophie dished up bowls of tiramisu. Everybody was quite surprised when my sons told their moms they'd be spending some time with them tonight and the next two nights. I told them there would be enough food here for them to join us or they could go out for dinner. I told Sophie we'd had our fun and would have some more before school.

“Until we have this better scheduled this is the best I can come up with now.” I said. “You need to spend some time with the boys. This is the ideal time because there are quite a few things requiring my attention and I don't think I could be as fully present with the boys as I'd like. Please join us for breakfast because our friends from Poland will call when they arrive in London. Sophie I imagine it will be sometime between seven and seven-thirty when they've cleared customs.”

A little after nine I found myself standing in an empty apartment. Before starting the oatmeal in the slow cookers I meditated for an hour on the balcony. Then I climbed into bed, red for thirty minutes and drank a cup of tea. I felt a little pang of sadness when I reached out and found nobody lying within arms reach. I fell asleep before I could get too melancholy.

Amanda offered to take care of breakfast. I surprised her by agreeing to let her do a breakfast scramble to go with the oatmeal I'd cook overnight.

Dylan had taken a bus over and collected the two boys on his way up. He buried his cock inside of me and took Morgan's cock up his ass. Adam sat on my face with his ass presented for a spanking from Dylan. Everybody was more than happy with the seating arrangements. Dylan had waited on his first orgasm so I felt him filling me minutes after the fucking got underway. Morgan rode out Dylan's first orgasm and fucked Dylan back to life again. How wonderful it was to enjoy my sons emptying their cum inside of me. The sight of Morgan leaning over Dylan as he pumped cum into Dylan's ass caused me to reach down and stop Dylan from jacking me off.

“That load's going in your ass, Son.” I said.

I pressed Dylan flat against the wall with his feet off the ground. A hand between the shoulders held him still while I swatted his ass a couple of times. Then I drove my cock into his well lubricated and cum filled passage. Dylan cried out a few times as his hardening cock got pressed against the wall. I ignored his cries and fucked him harder. Minutes later I emptied myself inside of him.

“Do you have gym class today, Son?” I asked still holding him against the wall.

“No, Dad. Tomorrow is gym.” Dylan gasped.

“Good.” I said slinging him over my shoulder. “You two follow us and don't get off yet.”

Curious and sensing I had something special in mind they let go of their hard cocks and followed me to the bathroom. I set Dylan face down and ass up on the shower floor. Then I pulled Adam over to stand next to Dylan's ass and sucked Adam's cock. Before Adam unloaded I released him from my mouth. I made him kneel behind Dylan while I stroked his cock.

“Let me know when you're going to cum.” I said. “Don't get this wrong.”

“Soon. Fucking close.” Adam said. “Now Dad!”

I stopped stroking and pushed Adam forward. Adam had just got his cock inside Dylan when he exploded. He was pumping cum while still burying the rest of his cock in his brother. I spanked his ass a few times to make certain he was empty before pulling him out. Then I repeated the procedure with Morgan.

“The two of you wash each other. I'll be right back.” I said leaving the shower.

When I returned I washed as much of Dylan as I could while he remained face down. Then I inserted a medium butt plug into him. You'll know how long to wear it I assured him. Enjoy having four loads of cum in your ass as long as you can I suggested. Morgan and Adam went on down ahead of us because Dylan had a raging hard-on for me to drain. We made it just in time for the call.

Christopher and Garth were standing behind our seated Polish friends. Tomek had to double-check they were really spending four days in London. They had tickets to a football game Thursday night. A Champions League game against a German team. I assured Christopher I didn't think using church funds to buy a box for the season at White Heart Lane was a misuse of the money. Especially when he told me they took sick kids there to watch games. Tracy told him he was as bad as me and she'd have Dylan spank him for being so kind when we next visited. Christopher told us Garth had supported his idea. Tracy told Garth he'd get to spank Adam while Dylan spanked Christopher. Tim gets to decide what to do with Morgan and Rohan so nobody will feel left out she added. Then she went to wash her face after telling me I needed to dust the apartment more.

“That takes care of day one of our trip.” Dylan said calmly. “Speaking of Tim where is he?”

“Busy negotiating the rental of some cellphone towers before William wakes.” Christopher replied. “The chi thing got a little out of hand, Rohan. Tim is creating a cellular network just for us to use. Yes Adam it will be a bona fide network like the ones used by Verizon and AT&T. There are license applications being prepared. Who knows what else those two will get up to before they finish. Sorry, Rohan, for going just a wee bit overboard.”

“They said this was the only way to make sure it was totally secure. Something about securing the entire network so nobody can listen in or use it.” Garth said. “This was the perfect fillip for Tim who was quite sad when you left. He also shared some of his ideas with William who said they were wroth trying. The monks are the perfect test customers because they won't complain.”

“If it helped Tim then it is money well spent. We felt the same way after saying good-bye to our friends yesterday.” I said quietly.

Tomek promised to give Betty a kiss for me when they stopped in for lunch tomorrow. Morgan said if he gave her two kisses she might give him another beer. He thanked Morgan for reminding him and promised to give it a try. They promised to give us a call from the soccer game on Thursday. Judyta and Feliks thanked us once again for the entire trip. We said goodbye because the boys needed breakfast before school.

“Boss, you do know that in effect you have just become an owner of a cellphone network that no doubt will cost tens if not hundreds of thousands of dollars to get up and running, don't you?” Tracy asked as we ate our oatmeal.

“Yes, it seems that's what they've done. A good thing monks are frugal by nature.” I agreed. “All because I asked them to look into Western-style chi. Amazing isn't it? Who would have thought William and Tim would be in charge of a cellphone network of their own. A month ago I hadn't even met Tim. The beauty of life.”

“I give up.” Tracy declared. “Sophie, the man is just sitting there calmly eating some oatmeal like it's quite common to have a day when you start a cellphone network. Well we could have celebrated with a little champagne or asked what the network is called.”

“We'll find out in time.” I said. “The important thing is Tim is happy.”

“I have Morgan and Dad has Tim.” Adam said kissing my cheek. “I have every intention of getting the two of you together quite often.”

“We also know who will be performing the ceremony.” Tracy said. “Rohan mentioned a special priest at a modest church did even more powerful blessings than him. I'll ask him about it on Sunday and see what weekends he has free. My pleasure Adam.”

“Rohan if we ask you it will only delay things.” my housekeeper told me. “Speaking of delaying how are you boys doing with your eggs?”

“They have some extra time.” J told her. “I'll give them a lift to school with their bikes.”

“Thanks J.” Morgan said. “In that case may I please have some more?”

Once I'd seen the boys off I went to the apothecary for more of our grief tea which I found comforting. Sensing my mood the girls let me linger over a few cups of tea. A couple of homeless people came in for their supplies of herbs paid for by the walking skeleton fund. Alice pointed me out to them so they came over to thank me. I assured them I didn't mind if they hugged me. Alice wrote down an address for them where I told them they could always get hot water to brew their tea and a shower. She included my name and a quote in Latin so the monks would know I had sent them. Alice sat next to me and explained she'd pointed me out to them because Lao had shared I was also a member of a religious Order. I assured her I didn't mind at all. In fact being able to help had been just what I needed.

Tammy popped in to get some more tea for Clifton. She allowed me to treat her to some coffee and a pastry. I found out she was enjoying working with the mantra. Clifton had thought it very cool to have her join him. He'll work out things at home on his own I assured her but made her promise to let me know if things became violent. Tammy agreed Clifton would learn a lot and become more confident if he could turn things around on his own. A month ago she wouldn't have been so certain of him succeeding. I learned the boys were actually listening to Clifton at times which had given his confidence a boost. Clifton it seemed was somebody we wanted to keep a close eye on for the future.

The boys got their homework done in record time. They finished before I had gotten my pasta sauces done.

“We've been using the internet for some extra studying.” Dylan said. “There's a promise you made we intend to help you keep.”

“Very good of you.” I remarked. “Go brush up on your Smurf Racer while I finish up here.”

Tracy was lounging in the living room catching up on things. I left her in charge of the sauces. The boys promised I wouldn't have to exert myself at all during this session. Only when they'd promised did she agree to watch the sauces. I told her if we weren't down in an hour to come looking for me because these three scurvy knaves had carte blanche for this session. Dylan told her there was no violence but she really didn't want to know any more details.

Things started off in a very gentle and loving way. We undressed each other and lay down on the bed to kiss, cuddle and grope each other. The boys got out the lubricant thirty minutes into our play. I thought nothing of it when they took turns finger-fucking me. I relaxed and let my body respond freely to their probing. Adam got my attention by rolling me over and on to him.

Morgan reached between us and guided Adam's cock into me. Then he leaned over me to kiss me. While we were kissing Dylan reached down to grab hold of his cock. Morgan broke off the kiss and grinned down at me as Dylan slid his cock into me. I was being double-fucked. Despite their youth they stretched my ass nicely. Judging by their gasps the new sensations were just as pleasant for them. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Fucking hell it was all I could do not to cum when I squeezed down on them.

“The three of you scurvy knaves will be reacquainted with our long paddle.” I promised them as they started fucking me.

Four minutes was all Dylan could stand to watch before straddling my chest and feeding me his cock. The over-abundance of pleasure from the double fuck benefited Dylan. I was constantly moaning and gasping around his dick. Hearing the sounds of their approaching orgasms I began to work a little harder at getting Dylan off. Morgan spanked him harder and harder. I managed to get Dylan to unload before the others. Letting his cum pool in my mouth I savored the taste of him.

Lower down the two cocks were driving me crazy with pleasure. Dylan rolled off and began stroking my cock. His hand was a blur when the other two finally filled me. I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure as they pumped cum into me. Then just as I was regaining my senses Dylan got me off. Cum pumped from me in several long ropes that landed on my chest. Then my cum started pooling on my lower abs and at the base of my cock. Grinning at me Dylan licked his hand clean of my cum. Adam disengaged from me and joined the other two in licking me clean.

“Sorry we're running a little late.” I said to Tracy. “We'll make it a quick shower and be down in fifteen minutes. Don't worry I promised the three of them a paddling for this unseemly behavior.”

“I'm sure the paddling will prove quite a deterrent.” Tracy said before turning to head back downstairs. The boys laughed well-satisfied with themselves. I gave them a swat on the butt to hurry them along.

“You need a brandy.” Tracy said handing me a glass. “Then we will switch to beer. Whatever they did seems to have worked quite nicely. Your energy is way more relaxed and smoother.”

“Since we're having pasta let's switch to some of the wine Leslie brought us.” I suggested.

Because the boys were spending time with their moms we had an early dinner. The others drifted off after a quick round of drinks so I got to enjoy almost an entire evening on my own. I did a lot more reading. Strangely enough I found myself drinking more of the grief tea mix. I knew better than to scratch open that wound so I kept my focus on my novel.

Lao handed Tracy a gi when we arrived the next morning and asked her to join us for some sparring. We would start with self-defense and work on weapons later when both of us were stronger. Lao sparred with me in a more conventional way. There was no chi used as we switched from attack to defense. The forms Lao used even without chi were clearly recognizable as coming from his Tai Chi sequences. They were very effective and hard to penetrate.

I told Lao I'd be honored to learn his style of martial art so he began teaching me and Tracy. After an hour he sent Tracy off to shower and prepare for her lessons while he taught me some new chi techniques. Next week he told me I'd have my chi instruction on different days to the self-defense classes with Tracy. She remained behind to continue her studies with Lao. I felt at a bit of a loss about what to do but Juliet called to ask if she could meet me at the apartment.

My housekeeper sat down with us to see what Juliet had come up with for my playroom in Poland. She told me I'd need to do some of the work myself but she'd supply me with all the measurements and a list of the hardware I'd need. The room looked like a study with an oversized desk and two chairs in a reading area. Between the chairs was a solidly built round table. I noticed the table would be sturdy enough to bend somebody over. The desk was large enough for me to lay Tim on.

The wooden seats would have a row of three different sized holes in the center for toys to slide through. Once the toy was in place a flat piece of wood slid in place to stop it from falling back out. The ottomans acting as footrests were large enough to secure a kneeling man on them. This placed him at the perfect height for spanking, sex or both Juliet told us without any trace of a blush.

The curtains and small rugs were those Emily suggested. Sanne would be providing a list of the indoor plants for the space including the playroom. Our toys would be stored in the closets. Juliet would order them for us when we left on our trip so we would be able to store them safely away. My housekeeper grinned when Juliet told me she needed to give the boys some formal instruction in the use and care of the different toys. Juliet agreed there were no doubt a lot of boys at the school who would love to have such lessons. Leslie plans on having the boys new schedule worked out by the end of next week I told Juliet. We will include these lessons.

We agreed it was a lovely room. I intended to use it as a study as well. Juliet told me she'd get Emily to add the other more orthodox stuff I'd need for it to work as a study. Be sure to tell her of its other use my housekeeper advised. Juliet smiled when she realized this would cause Emily a few blushes. The software made it very easy to get it done in a few hours Juliet explained when I complimented her on doing it in a day. Thanks to me she was considering a new sideline business designing playrooms for others in the scene.

“That's why I brought you this gift.” Juliet said handing me a rectangular package. “You are only allowed to open it when you are alone tonight. I'm glad you are having an early dinner. I'll be back for dinner and bring Emily along so we can finish your playroom. You don't mind if we come over a little earlier, do you? Good. See you in a few hours.”

My housekeeper put my gift away and reminded me the boys would be over for lunch. Sophie and Amanda had work to do so the boys were going to hang out here for a bit. Between lunch and homework we only had a few minutes for some fun. I propped myself on the bed and had the boys simply expose their cocks and jack off into my mouth. Lying there watching them stroking was amazing. Especially with them fully clothed and not touching them. Three cute boys happily jerking off into my mouth for me. What a wonderful show. They kindly agreed to an encore another afternoon.

All the boys chose to go out for dinner with their moms. This allowed the rest of the gang to check in on how the boys were doing. I told them it was hard to get a grasp because of everything going on. Their energy seemed balanced to me. Tracy told me she'd done some body scans while playing computer games with them and hadn't noticed anything untoward. I explained a little about the Hospitallers studies and said I planned on having them examined by a member of that order this weekend. Then in a week or ten days I'd have Lao and Dr. Phyllis give them an examination and compare the results. They weren't doing any weapons sparring this weekend I assured everybody. Even I planned on doing the minimal. An hour showing Petersen my dirty trick with the war axe on Saturday and then having him teach me some exercises on Sunday for an hour or two at the most. The boys had a two-hour session with the educators to assess their current level but other than that they would be roaming the place and visiting the glen. I promised my housekeeper we'd pack lots of grounding tea.

After our roast beef dinner with Yorkshire pudding and trifle for dessert everybody gathered around to see Emily finish off my study. Since it was just the vanilla aspect of it I didn't think it would be too uncomfortable. Catherine had other plans and asked Juliet what her input had been. She said if it had been a straight study Emily could have done it on her own. Juliet told her it doubled as a playroom. Looking at the room all decorated as a study Catherine told us she was very impressed at how subtle the rooms Hyde persona was. Juliet quite calmly explained how it all fitted together. Abby laughed and told us she'd never go furniture shopping again without looking at the opportunities for sex an item offered.

When I suggested watching a movie Juliet told me it was a night for me to relax and unwind. She'd gladly stay and watch the movie with me if I felt I needed some company. I told her I'd appreciate it because there was something I wanted her insight on.

“Before you explain let's open your gift.” Juliet said.

“Oh, Juliet, it's perfect. Thank you.” I told her as I lifted out the 1977 Bicentenary single malt whiskey brewed by Highland Park. They cost over $100 a bottle. In my opinion they were a steal at anything less than $500.

We settled on the couch and took the first few sips in silence. Then I explained about the wonderful soul I'd channeled. How she embodied and resonated with all the qualities I'd seek in a mate. Juliet expressed surprise I'd consider marrying with the relationships I had with the boys, J and Tim. The only reason for me considering it is how much stock the Hospitallers put in my bloodline. I explained about how it was my DNA that had led them to me. Even though I wasn't attached to the idea of my name and legacy continuing I often wondered if they were right in saying one of my descendants could go on to do incredible things. They told me I might only have two children but if my children had children who had children then exponentially there will soon be a lot of my DNA around.

“Dare I take the chance of denying the world somebody who might make a huge impact on our world?” I asked her. “I know it is my question to answer but you needed to know if you were to understand why this soul has me intrigued. You see she has kindled the hope I might meet a lady like her.”

“You know your Hospitallers would be delighted to hook you up.” Juliet said with a laugh. “They most probably jack off thinking about your DNA matched up with the lady who's DNA is at the top of their list. Consider it quietly. Christopher and Garth can lay their hands on the list without arousing suspicion if they don't already have it. Especially since the boys offered their DNA it will make perfect sense to draw comparisons.”

“That's a great idea and I can arrange to visit some of the ladies on a social call.” I said thoughtfully.

“Please will you ask your lady friend to share through you a song she feels best describes her.” Juliet asked. “One that would express the qualities you feel the clearest.”

I or rather my Lady sang a very old Gaelic ballad for Juliet. When I finished Juliet remained snuggled against me for several minutes while the resonance hung in the air. Juliet told me I was very lucky to have met this lady on any level. She understood now why the questions of children had resurfaced. Juliet got me laughing by saying if she ever met a lady like that she'd become a lesbian in less time than it took a paddle to hit the floor. The lovely soul has me thinking of straight sex I told her.

Juliet poured us a refill and suggested I turn on my murder mystery. She told when it was safe for me to open my eyes three times during the movie. Every time there was a twinkle in her eye but she made no comment.

“Will you be okay on your own?” Juliet asked me with genuine concern.

“Yes, I will. The mantras and your gift will help me through the melancholy.” I said. “I'll use your gift purely to celebrate the healing provided by the mantras. Promise.”

The mantras did get me through most of the night. I went to sleep at midnight but was awake again at four-thirty. After another thirty minutes of tossing and turning in bed I decided I'd had enough and got up. Wrapped in a robe I settled on the balcony with a French press of coffee. The boys showed up around six. I led them upstairs and lay them on the bed. They looked so cute lying their naked with their arms at their sides and their hard cocks exposed. Working my way from one to the other I lubed their asses. Then I calmly knelt between their legs and fucked them.

Morgan, Dylan and Adam all lay back with grins on their faces. Before moving on to the next boy I licked my lover clean. While I was licking Adam clean I motioned for the other two to head for the shower. I rolled Adam over for a little rimming so I could enjoy the taste of my cum leaking from him. Then we joined the other two in the shower. Morgan washed me while Dylan took care of Adam. Tracy had found my note urging her to get coffee started and was working on it when the boys hugged her from behind.

“Yes, Ma'am. We're showered and dressed.” Dylan answered her.

“Squeaky clean and soundly fucked.” Morgan said cheerfully. “Yes, Tracy, we are very lucky boys. I'm sorry more boys don't get to enjoy what we have.”

“Dad's promised us a special breakfast. He says we won't believe him if he tells us so I can hardly wait.” Adam said. “Dad do you need Tracy to help?”

“He can have my help if you need Tracy for something.” my housekeeper said entering the apartment. “After you three curmudgeons have greeted me. I'd love an Irish coffee, Tracy. Thank you.”

Even though she was helping me prepare breakfast my housekeeper didn't believe I was serving this to the boys. The smoothie had no greens. I'd loaded their plates with bacon, sausage, waffles and scrambled eggs. Tracy came to the kitchen in response to my call and promised to get the boys seated.

“Prepare a fourth plate for yourself.” my housekeeper said with a smile. “You need to join them. We've got it from here. Go on. Have some fun with the boys. They're worrying about you again. Yes, I know there's more sausage and bacon in the oven. I saw you put it in there. Get!”

There was no way they were going to miss the boys response so they made me go sit at the table and then my two housekeepers brought out the plates. Tracy told them she'd be back with the smoothie.

“Where did you hide the green stuff?” Adam asked peering closely at his smoothie. “Berries, bananas, açai berry and nothing else?”

“That's it.” I agreed. “There's more bacon and sausage in the oven.”

“More. I think you put more than I can eat on here the first time around.” Adam said.

“You don't hear that often from my son.” Amanda said as she approached the table. “Holy cow! What are you grinning at Rohan?”

“More like an unholy amount of blessed pork.” Morgan said with grease running down his chin. “The toast got er buttered or slathered or both with pork drippings.”

“I declare that from this day forth we shall call this breakfast menu Hog Heaven.” Dylan declared holding his hand over his heart while clutching a sausage.

The four of us sealed it with a toast of our smoothies. Amanda went off in search of an Irish coffee. We heard her tell Tracy it was for her not for me. The boys had a quick huddle over in the living room after their breakfast. I saw them glance up at the clock on the wall. Sophie and J arrived causing their faces to light up as if their prayers had just been answered. J was soon drawn into the huddle. I shrugged my shoulders when Sophie looked at me quizzically. Then a grinning J walked over followed by the boys. Morgan and Adam ran on ahead up the stairs while Dylan reached for my hand and drew me out of my chair.

“We want to thank you for the wonderful breakfast and for joining us, Dad.” Dylan said. “J will grab a snack now and come back to join you for breakfast when he has dropped us off at school.”

“Don't bother to get undressed Rohan.” Morgan told me when Dylan led me into the playroom. “Drop your pants and stand right here. Thank you. Lean a little forward and rest your hands on my shoulders. Go ahead, Adam.”

He did go ahead. Ahead with thrusting a nice large vibrator into my ass. Dylan wasted no time in sinking down to his knees and taking me in his mouth. Morgan asked me to stand upright so he could relieve Adam who was fucking me with the vibrator. The boys all took turns rotating from sucking me to fucking me with the toy to kissing me. Obviously I only rushed my orgasm so they wouldn't be late for school. The boys agreed with me and then told me they disbelieved every word of it. What they didn't mention were the tears welling in my eyes.

“Have an Irish coffee, Rohan.” Tracy told me when we rejoined the others. “I see the dust is getting to you as well. You must have a stern word with your housekeeper. She's the pretty one in the kitchen scrambling eggs for Abby. I'm only an apprentice housekeeper.”

“Fit it into my schedule one of these days.” I instructed.

“Sure, Boss. You have 10 am on October 17^th 2076 open.” Tracy said calmly.

“That sounds perfect. You know you are my favorite apprentice housekeeper don't you?” I asked.

“Of course.” Tracy said kissing my cheek before returning to the kitchen.

Sophie drew me over to the couch. She told me we'd join J for breakfast when he returned. I told Sophie my housekeeper had told me this morning the boys were worrying about me. Tim was a part of what was on my mind I admitted. Singing the hymn at the wedding had brought another element into the mix that I shied away from. Sophie guessed I was referring to women. There is nobody now nor is it anybody from the past I assured her. This may just be me borrowing trouble for no good reason I admitted.

“Here's J.” I said. “Sophie if it becomes necessary for me to explain in more detail it would be best if we did it with Amanda present. Nothing and nobody is going to come between me and my sons. They are the reason I haven't rushed into anything with Tim.”

“Dylan asked if it is your concern for him and Adam that is stopping you from taking it further.” J said sitting next to Sophie. “He was asking how he could convince you they would love to see you happily married with Tim. I told him there was a long way to go. Tim needed to decide if he wanted to marry you and this could only happen over time. You may even need to go without seeing each other for several months or a year.”

“The setting free of somebody you love and waiting to see if they return to you.” I said quietly.

“Yes but only after you've convinced him of your love for you.” J said.

“And he has convinced you of his love. On the other hand it might be a love at first sight and you could be married in a week.” Sophie added. “Your favorite apprentice housekeeper is hovering.”

“Rohan, your housekeeper made me cook your scrambled eggs in a glass bowl.” Tracy said. “A double what-not contraption. I hope the three of you like them. How she expected me to feel the right amount of herbs with all that stress I'll never know. So you got eggs cooked in a glass bowl with herbs more inspired by whiskey than feel.”

“Not to mention the waffles and a pound of pork.” Sophie said staring at her plate.

“The boss needs to gain weight so you know what to do if you have any leftovers.” Tracy said. “I'll get you all another Irish coffee. There's an apprentice housekeeper in need of some medicine. Let me grab this call from your British hooligans first.”

“Hi guys!” I said when Tracy turned the TV screen to face us. “Having fun?”

“Lots of fun!” Tomek said sporting a Tottenham Hotspur scarf and beanie.

Hearing Tomek's voice my housekeeper came out from the kitchen to join the chat. She asked Tomek if the small beer glass she could see was his. He dropped his head and admitted it was. Then he beamed when she told him to keep it to that size. We agreed with him that she was a very special and very lovely lady. Tracy poured a liberal shot of whiskey into my blushing housekeeper's coffee and told her they really needed to do some dusting today.

Tim was there and gave us a brief update on the cellphone network. He would have to appear before a licensing committee but he felt certain it was a formality. Christopher told me there would be two advisers to help him field questions. Tim promised to call me after the hearing. I also got him to promise to email me a time when we could chat tomorrow. You've done such a good job of avoiding me we'll need a couple of hours I warned him.

Christopher told me the game started in an hour but they'd called just to see when I'd be around. I told them I had no plans to go out but it would be nice if they called regardless. There would be somebody here to answer and I'd like to record calls for the boys to see later. Tim told Tomek it wouldn't cost anything to call us with regular updates. My housekeeper warned him she'd want regular updates on how much beer he was drinking.

I told Tomek if he gave Christopher a kiss he would teach him how to drink beer properly. Christopher is a doctor I explained and if you are following what the doctor says my housekeeper will be happy. When my housekeeper told him I was right he scurried across the suite to kiss Christopher and ask for his help. Christopher explained about doctor patient confidentiality and asked Tim to end the call so they could consult in private and surprise my housekeeper. Judyta called out a thank you before the call ended.

Why my housekeeper had to kiss me was beyond me. This caused Tracy to kiss the other cheek. I told Sophie to kiss J before she could get started. We finished up breakfast and I got out my sketch pad for a couple of hours. We chatted briefly with the guys who called twice to give us updates on the score. On the second call Tomek was quick to tell my housekeeper he was drinking soda water with orange juice and a slice of lemon. When she told me to pay attention to what Tomek was doing and maybe learn something he beamed with pride. I told her the orange juice upset my PH balance so I'd stick with straight beer. Everybody laughed when she clipped the back of my head.

Catherine came over for my workout during our third call. Her timing was perfect because Tottenham scored their second goal while we were chatting. Tomek chose to enjoy another soda water and orange juice now so he could celebrate with a beer after the game. Sophie laughed when Tracy handed my housekeeper a dust cloth instead of a tissue. I smiled as I headed off to get changed.

“Yes, I'll most probably need to do some dusting after my chat with Tim tomorrow.” I calmly admitted. “They'll explain it to you guys. I'll be about an hour but if you guys are still there I'd love to join in the celebration.”

The workout was invigorating. I kept up a brisk pace throughout without missing a beat moving from treadmill to resistance bands. When I finished I hugged Catherine and Teresa. They overlooked the sweat stains because I was so happy. The chance to join in a celebration meant a quick shower. Tim was there which was celebration enough for me. I told Tracy I was going to give her an increase of five cents a month for going out to get beer. She had asked the guys what they were drinking and managed to get the same for us. Tim told me he didn't mind supporting Tottenham if they weren't playing Newcastle United. When pressed I confessed to being a Sunderland supporter.

“They play good honest football with no pretensions and keep me humble.” I said. “Besides it was the closest team to where I studied at the Order. When I bring the boys over we'll have to visit both stadiums. They are only about fifteen miles from each other. Well played, Tottenham. Cheers!”

Garth told us Leif had called to discuss their trip. They were eager to get over to London. The only thing keeping them here was settling our wager this weekend. I was glad they would be in London soon. The sooner they got to London the sooner they'd get things all tied up at The Queen's Lancer. Christopher told me they were doing fine and Betty was quite happy to wait until Tuesday to chat with Petersen. I asked them to see if Betty could call me when we finished chatting. Garth told me he'd give her a call. Tomek was nodding off in Judyta's lap so we said goodbye.

Betty gave me a quick call on my cellphone to ask if she could call when the bar closed in about four hours. She told me she'd love to meet the three scurvy knaves so she'd call us on Skype when she got home. While I waited I decided it was time to delegate a lot of stuff. Tracy told me she'd finished dusting and could work with me for a couple of hours. While she headed upstairs to grab a cellphone from my bedside drawer I discussed lunch with my housekeeper. Pizzas will be nice. She told me if I was easing back on my workload she'd go get what we needed. Lasagna for dinner I called after her as she was closing the door.

“Tracy we will speak to Tim but the numbers on this phone need to stay right here.” I explained when we sat down at the table. “Brother Michael has the password if you ever forget. He will only give it to you in person though so best not to forget. When I am away on my trip with the boys I will have these numbers transferred to another phone so I can leave this one with you. Tim or William will show me how to do it securely.

Lao told me to make use of my resources so this is what we are doing today. Good practice for the Order and the Hospitaller monk will benefit from the practice. Tracy every one of those monks knows enough to be a doctor or surgeon. They study herbal medicine as well. Enough of them have regular medical qualifications to lend weight to our suggestions. We are going to get them to work with J's nutritionists. You will need to call them once I've let them know to expect your call. Let's start by adding a reminder for me to call Stephen to the calendar. You can give J a call. I will attend the school meeting introduce our liaison and team to the parents and staff then let them run it.

The next issue is the boys schooling. They will chat with members of the Order this weekend. School break is coming up in four weeks. I'll be speaking to Sophie and Amanda about the boys spending a lot of time in Europe. Together we will home school them for a while. This way the boys can spend time with their moms and me without interrupting their studies. Please set up an appointment with Leslie for Monday morning. Those educational specialists will have Sunday to get their proposal ready. I want it emailed to us on Sunday. Add a reminder for me to call them just to make certain they will have it ready. I will need to see the principal on Wednesday or Thursday. Let me know when you've made that appointment.

Speak to Lao, Catherine, Theresa, Dr. Phyllis and Brother Michael about setting up an exercise room over in Poland. Tell them we will need routines for the boys as well. Tracy we will be traveling back and forth so I can spar with you and check in with Lao. Brother Michael will do some work with the boys this weekend. He will let me know what weapons to start the boys on in Poland. Tracy working with weapons makes it more interesting than doing straight push-ups or squats. They have fun while getting the benefits of the exercise.

Now let's recap quickly. We've taken care of the meals at school, the boys education and all of our exercise and dietary stuff.”

“Elaine, Sanne and Bram can take care of MAD Rohan's Vegetables while the boys are away.” Tracy said adding it to our checklist. “Frederick can keep you updated on the business side of things. You don't really enjoy this do you?”

“I'm not going to leap into the numbers side of business operation but I can take care of it while the boys are doing their schoolwork.” I said. “When it is necessary I will find a way to get it done. Petersen is only a phone call away. Yes or any number of monks just like him scattered through Europe.”

“What about the garden and farms in Poland. Will you be using some of the monks to work on that project?” Tracy asked.

“No. I will leave that to Sanne and Bram.” I told her. “What we can do is establish a rival garden. Instead of farmers I will use monks. They will work the same amount of hours and I will make certain they match the soil as well. Any suggested improvements will be made at both sites. Let's chat to Sanne now if she has the time.”

“Sanne texted to say she is busy for the next few hours.” Tracy said. “I asked her to look for us on Skype at around four. We should be done chatting with Betty by then.”

“Thanks, Tracy.” I said. “Bring that phone into the kitchen so I can chat to Stephen while I prepare the pizzas. That sounds like our lovely housekeeper arriving.”

“Sounds like Sophie and J are with her as well.” Tracy said. “I think having Amanda here for lunch will be great. You can tell them about your plan for homeschooling. Rohan they will need a few days to think about it. The boys will be leaving their friends at school. The moms will need time to think about how much time they want to spend with the boys. You will want to share Poland with them as well if I know you.”

“There are a lot of details we need to work out but you are right.” I agreed. “I may save myself a lot of work if the boys and their moms turn the idea down now.”

Amanda was at a client near the boys' school so J suggested she meet the boys and he'd pick them all up. Sophie told her she didn't know what it was about but guessed I was planning some major shake up. Tracy was running into challenges getting through to Stephen despite the monks knowing from caller ID she was calling on my phone. I deliberately had her keep talking for another ten minutes just to see how they treated her. She grinned when I told her to put it on speaker phone.

“Brother Murray it seems you have forgotten some key information needed for performing your duties as Stephen's secretary.” I said quietly. Tracy heard the edge in my voice and winced. Brother Murray also heard it but I pressed on before he could say anything. “When somebody calls from this phone you let Stephen decide if the caller is genuine or not. That is not your responsibility.

Rudeness to the caller is rudeness to me. You do remember your warning about being rude to me don't you? Never mind. I'm certain Brother Michael will be happy to remind you how I feel about it and a few other things I'm sure he will feel need revisiting. I don't know how much time he'll need with you but I'd guess a minimum of two weeks. Stephen will check in with him on your progress.

Security be damned. You were being nosey. What I have to say to Stephen is between him and me or anybody I ask to call him. When you suggest this phoneis compromised you are questioning my ability to look after things responsibly. I might be a little absentminded in most things so I'm not too upset about this nonsense. What I will do is tell you things have changed considerably in my life and you will be encountering the cantankerous, impatient, no-bullshit tolerating monk you sparred against five years ago. The big difference now is I am the head of the Order.

The lady who called is Sister Tracy. Pretend that what she says or requests is coming from me. Imagine it is me on the phone and respond accordingly. Sister Tracy outranks ninety percent of our members now. Stephen will make an official announcement regarding it in a few minutes. There might be some other names on the list who will speak with my voice.

I don't do apologies. You made your choice and can deal with the consequences. Take it up with your god in meditation. All I want now is you to get Stephen on the line.

Don't say a word, Stephen. I want you to call me back from your cellphone at this number. You will understand when we chat. Sister Tracy will answer so don't be alarmed.”

Tracy handed me a beer and I drained half of it in a long gulp while she answered Stephen's call. She explained about the difficulty she had getting through to him. A grinning Tracy told me Stephen was too angry to chat with me right now and would call me back in a few minutes when he'd dealt with Brother Murray. I admitted to her this was the sort of response I'd expected. She told me Stephen liked my suggestion that Brother Murray spend some time with Brother Michael.

“Hello, Stephen, you're on speaker phone.” Tracy said when he called back fifteen minutes later. “You took care of that quickly.”

“All I had to do was issue orders. There really was nothing to discuss and Brother Murray knew it.” Stephen said. “Yes, Rohan, it is out of character for him so I'll do some poking around later. Right now a firm hand and later we can reconcile our differences. What I want to know is how you managed to get yourself such a lovely secretary, Rohan? I know she is prettier than Brother Murray.”

“Four years of searching is what it took and the wisdom of my housekeeper.” I replied. “Yes I am poisoning some more lovely people with my pizzas. There's no need for you to let Tracy know I'd live off pizza if given half the chance.”

“And beer would no doubt be the other half of his diet.” Tracy said pouring me another beer.

“The two of you will get along just fine it seems.” I grumbled. “The reason I called was to introduce her to you. How you communicate from here on is between the two of you. Don't worry about revealing any of our secrets because she's training with Brother Michael in a year. There are also three boys Dylan, Adam and Morgan who will soon know about this phone and the contacts on it. Dylan and Adam are my adopted sons and Morgan may as well be the third.”

“I will put out the word they have immediate access to me if they ask. Sister Tracy I trust you to decide if something can or cannot wait.” Stephen assured us. “Next week I will be in the area and would like to meet up with these wonderful people. Yes, Rohan, I'll brave your poison and meet the gang. There have been rumors of sharing a ritual with some monks of another spiritual tradition.”

“They are no longer rumors. I helped a man cross over who was the best father I have ever had.” I said. “There was a third Abbot present. Yes, Lao. You will finally get to meet him next week. Feel free to put the word out that it really happened and I'm available if anybody wants to attempt to chastise me. Remind them I have had over a decade to learn more tricks and wear down my reserves of patience. Yes I'm sure Brother Michael will be hoping some monk decides to accept my invitation. A few of your Hospitallers would love to treat wounds caused by ancient weapons. Let's hope this doesn't happen.”

“Sister Tracy, we seldom do away with old traditions and the right to offer chastisement to another monk goes back a long way.” Stephen explained. “Any monk may choose to settle a disagreement through a trial of arms with another if they feel justified. Rank doesn't matter if the other monk agrees. First blood usually brings things to an end. Yes first blood has come from a mortal wound. We're trained to wage war not indulge in bar fights.”

“Stephen it is time for some of your Hospitallers to get off their butts and help some children at a local school.” I said. “We are just making the food tastier and healthier for them but you know one diet doesn't apply to all. There are children who cannot afford medicines or supplements to help them be healthy vegetarians. I am covering the costs. Tracy will explain in more detail. I'd like some of the Hospitallers with degrees to oversee the training. The usual way you go about it will be fine.

I am also paying some regular nutritionists to help. Stephen they need experience as well and it will help them work with other schools. The lot of you may even learn something new from each other. Startling I know but stranger things have happened. You're good at balancing it. Let Tracy chat to whoever you put in charge. They can give her some idea of how many nutritionists we ought to get on board. I have no idea how many children or ages or health issues. Must I do all the work? Tracy will call the principal when you tell her who you have placed in charge.”

“How open are you guys to a suggestion who to put in charge?” Tracy asked hesitantly. “Rohan was open to something I knew he wouldn't like before.”

“Go ahead.” Stephen said. “I don't mind decisions being made for me.”

“That way you have somebody to take the blame.” I teased. “Tracy if you are acting on a gut feeling then go ahead.”

“Brother Murray.” Tracy said startling us. “Is he qualified?”

“Over qualified.” Stephen told her. “Tracy it is a brilliant idea. Brother Murray was one of the best teachers we have ever had. When he started getting on in years we thought it would be nice to give him a quieter, easier life. That might be what is eating at him.”

“I'm taking the boys up to the Glen for the weekend to chat with educators and kiss Brother Michael.” I said. “Why not have Brother Murray meet us there Friday night. Tell Brother Michael no interview until I get there. Let Brother Murray meditate and pray in the Glen until we get there. Stephen the changes will be made after the break which gives us a few weeks. Brother Murray can spend time working with Brother Michael and this project. This way he will be relatively close.

Plan this campaign within these four weeks. I will be spending a lot of time in Europe soon. The boys have worked too hard at school so I am thinking of homeschooling them a bit to bring them back into balance. I'm chatting with their moms this afternoon. Next Wednesday I will be chatting with the principal about this and the meal plan. At the very least I need to give her some progress report.

Give my regards to Belinda. I don't suppose she will be with you next week? Of course I want to give her a kiss or three. I always cook extra so it will be no trouble if you manage to talk her into meeting my sons. One day they will meet even if it is just for an hour.”

“I don't think that will be necessary once she hears you've adopted some sons.” Stephen said. “Now let me go chat with Brother Murray. Yes I can wait a moment.”

“Tracy please direct the hordes entering the apartment into the kitchen.” I said. “Guys I want you all to say hello to Stephen. He's going to appoint somebody to help oversee the new meal plan at school.”

“Hello Stephen of the Order of Imaginary Knights.” Adam said calmly. “I'm Adam. This is Dylan. And Morgan who Dad has appointed my betrothed. Thanks for helping us.”

“A pleasure to meet you. I have to rush but your Dad will explain why it is important I get to hear your voices.” Stephen said. “We'll meet in person next week. I won't keep you from your pizzas. Thank you once again, Tracy, for your suggestion. I may even go home happy as a result.”

“You owe me kiss.” Tracy said “We can settle up while Rohan kisses Belinda. Goodbye Stephen.”

“Hold the questions for a moment.” I said as we quickly hugged and kissed. “Let's get seated before Betty calls. I don't know the exact time but I don't want to start our chat and have it interrupted. Do you moms have anything else to take care of today?”

“My afternoon is free.” J told us.

“We're done for the day.” Amanda told us taking a pizza from me. “Sounds like a lot has happened these past few hours.”

“Rohan actually has me working for my wages.” Tracy said. “I'm glad he is giving me an extra nickel a month. Now let's go sit down and if Betty doesn't call soon I will try calling her. First I need to eat something. Your dad has kept me on the go all day.”

My housekeeper felt it was very nice for us to sit down to lunch together like we were today. Amanda, Sophie and both my housekeepers got warned I'd need their help between calls to get dinner ready. I wasn't expecting my call with Betty to be too long.

“Betty is almost home.” Tracy said. “They had a last-minute rush and it took a while to get things put away. Rohan it seems The Queen's Lancer is an excellent investment. Her dad, Bernard, is seeing her home and would love to say hi to everybody. Let's dish up some more pizza quickly. Thanks J.”

“Hello Betty” we chorused. Tracy introduced everybody and thanked Bernard for joining us. The boys told her they had lots of question but would chat another day when it wasn't so late for her. They were looking forward to visiting.

“Betty, I really want to apologize for everything taking so long to get finalized. Have you guys figured out a way to assess the profit-sharing yet?” I asked them.

“We're almost there we have a little ideological dispute about a probationary or non-probationary period.” Betty explained. “Dylan some people want new staff to work for a month before they get a share of the profits. They are concerned people will just work a few shifts because they get a share of what we make. We want to reward loyalty.”

“Why not do both?” Adam asked. “Dad seems pretty agreeable and he won't sign off on anything if he doesn't think it's fair. He lets us make our own business decisions for the most part so I'm pretty certain he's doing the same with you guys.”

“How would you set it up, Adam?” Bernard asked.

“I'd set aside thirty per cent of the profits from each month.” Adam began speaking slowly and carefully as he worked his way through it. “Ten per cent would be a tithe. The other twenty per cent I'd share on a set date twice a year.”

“That means if somebody joined right after we divided it they would have to wait six months and it would be fair but what if somebody started three or four months into the bonus period?” Bernard asked.

“That depends on your minimum. I'd suggest three or six months.” Adam continued. “Give them a pro-rated share but hold it through the probationary period. The other seventy percent you split right from day one so they will have some extra cash. So if you decide on six months probation and I joined four months before the payout date then it would be held another two months. The second bonus would be paid in full because I'd have worked the entire six months of that period. Am I explaining this okay? I can see it in my mind.”

“You did great. Any chance of an email with that in it?” Bernard asked him.

“Petersen will understand and know how to make it all legal so I'll give him a call and he'll have it all ready for you guys when he arrives.” I said. “You folks have enough on your plate and if you like the gist of Adam's suggestion then we'll use this as a jumping off point. Now what about staffing? You had to stay quite late today. Think about it soon. When you chat with the boys again I'll be wanting to hear some feedback.”

“We'll think about it and chat with Petersen, Christopher and Garth.” Betty promised. “He has restaurant experience and will be able to guide us instead of us trying to figure it out from scratch. Sometimes it takes us amateurs a while to figure out what the pros already know.”

“Fair enough.” I said. “Glad we got to chat. I won't keep you any longer. Please don't hesitate to spend some of the profits on temporary help.”

“We will get some in if needed.” Bernard promised. “A pleasure to meet you all. Please visit us soon.”

My housekeepers made us two large pots of tea to go with the cookies they'd bought earlier. The boys told me they didn't have much homework. When they were done we all settled at the table.

“Let me say from the outset this is merely a suggestion and a lot of things need settling before we implement it.” I began as I sipped my tea. “The whole idea may get thrown out and rejected this afternoon which is why I am bringing it up before the details have been hammered out. You all know me well enough to know I won't be upset if you don't agree.

In essence what I am suggesting is homeschooling the boys here and in Poland. All three of the scurvy knaves.”

“Do any of the adults want to switch to something a little stronger than tea?” Tracy asked as a stunned silence settled on the group. The adults decided to stick with tea so they would have a clear head.

The boys told us they didn't really socialize much with kids from school so it wouldn't mean losing any friends. They would miss Clifton. Dylan suggested he switch to home schooling. I told them he might not want to spend more time at home but I'd think about it and chat with Tammy. Adam promised me several hours of slavery if I came up with a solution. Things might come to a breaking point at home to make this necessary but I kept silent on this because they'd worry.

Amanda thanked me for thinking of the time they'd want with the boys. I told her I would travel back with the boys because there would be business matters, training with Lao, the school meal program and friends to visit. There would be so much crammed into these days I felt it would be best if it was time with their moms. Sophie suggested we also include some time with the boys in either country. That way I could spend time at the cabin with the boys and their moms could get to spend time with them in Europe.

“None of this will happen if your folks don't want you gone Morgan.” I said placing him in my lap. “Never mind that miscreant Adam it would be too hard for me to be away from you for that long. I won't do it. This the main reason for mentioning it now.”

“What about the gang?” Morgan asked. “I'll miss them.”

“Me too.” I said. “Tracy we have more dust in the apartment.”

“I think this might be harder on you than on us.” Morgan said wiping my eyes with a tissue Tracy handed him. “My folks have spoken of sending me away to a private school so I think they will be okay with it. I can see why you'd do it for us boys. Your biggest challenge is convincing us.”

“Morgan's right Dad.” Dylan said. “I know you will chat to Leslie about the impact this will have on us but what about you? We don't like causing you pain any more than you enjoy it when we are hurting. The gang is as much your family as it is ours.”

“What if he chats to Leslie about the emotional impact it will have on him as well as you boys?” Sophie asked Dylan.

“I'd accept that but it also comes down to how you feel about it.” Dylan answered. “All three of us must be okay with such a move.”

“Where will we live?” Adam asked. “I know Natalia said the renovated part of the house would be ours when we visited but this would be a long visit. Don't we need visas?”

“Beatka can tell us.” Tracy said glancing down at her cellphone. “Hello, Beatka, your timing is perfect. Would you mind giving us a call back on Skype? We have some questions.”

Beatka told us her mom had needed two days to recover from the joy of her surprise before they could call to thank me. Ada told me there was a bottle of vodka on the way to me for giving her such a lovely vacation. Especially so soon after the loss of a friend Beatka added. Tracy quickly outlined the homeschooling proposal. Beatka told me as a major shareholder in two Polish businesses I would be able to stay for six months on each visit without worrying about visa extensions. Because I'd be traveling back to America so often it would never be a problem. Ada told us Beatka would make it possible if it every became an issue. There's an entire village of people who want to adopt you Beatka told me. That's a lot of voting power and support.

“Nothing is going to happen until I've had some long chats with Leslie.” I said. “Dylan raised a good point when he asked how I'd feel. I was so caught up in the benefits of the boys being exposed to Europe and the impact on their moms I forgot about me. Tracy was right in saying we needed to put the idea forward now.”

“Oh, Rohan, you are the world's biggest softy.” Sophie said coming over and gently pulling me from my chair. “There's less dust on the balcony. Excuse us for a few minutes folks.”

“Yes, I'd miss them terribly but I could endure it if it was for their benefit.” I confessed to Sophie as I wiped at my eyes. “What I just realized is Dylan will be on his own. Morgan and Adam have each other but Dylan has nobody. No, Sophie, I won't take Tim to bed to ease the pain if Dylan is on his own. I couldn't do that to either of them and if either of them would let me I wouldn't be sharing my bed with them. Seems I've made a mess of things. I should have waited for Leslie to get back from her honeymoon.”

“No, Dad.” Dylan said from behind us. “What you have done is make Morgan feel so incredibly loved when you told him you wouldn't do it without him. Now you have just made me feel the same way. Let's not give up on the idea yet but if this is making a mess of things then please keep it up.”

“We agree.” Adam said stepping through the doorway with an arm around Morgan. “Dad we needed a break from all the dust in the apartment as well.”

“Thanks guys for stepping out here when you did. Perfect timing.” Sophie said. “Five kisses as a reward. Yes it's worth it for Rohan to know he is still doing pretty good as a dad. Who's first? I need to go help your dad cook dinner.”

“And we have homework to finish.” Dylan said kissing his mom.

I left the boys to settle up and headed for the kitchen. My housekeepers intercepted me on the way for a group hug. Then Amanda hugged me. J threw in a passionate kiss with his hug. Finally I made it into the kitchen. Tracy told me I needed to drink more of Leslie's wine so she wouldn't be offended. My housekeeper told me it was very good in counteracting the effects of dust in the eyes. She'd tested it with Tracy, J and Amanda while I was on the balcony.

“You have to drink a bit of it before it kicks in Boss but it isn't bad tasting medicine.” Tracy told me. “Now that Sophie has freed herself how can we help?”

During dinner I checked with Morgan that it was okay for him to come out to the Glen for the weekend. I told the boys we'd be leaving the moment they finished their homework so they needed to bring their bags over in the morning. Jeans, shirts and a sweater. Tracy told me after what had happened this afternoon she'd gladly take me shopping. Especially when she heard it was a surprise and treat for the boys. My housekeeper decided she needed to play chaperone. Something to do with the look in my eye. Sophie was happy to pack a bag for Dylan and bring it over. The boys took turns covering my eyes through my mystery show.

“I need another one please Tracy.” I said handing her another glass. “Do you know where I keep the small silver tray?”

“Right here.” my housekeeper answered with tray in hand. “No idea what he's up to Tracy but set them both on the tray. We will find out in a moment.”

“Please linger as long as you want.” I announced walking over to stand in front of Dylan. “My son needs to get some rest so I had better take him upstairs and make certain he stays in bed.”

“Scoundrel, I can walk!” Dylan exclaimed as I slung him over my shoulder. “Are you sure you want two drinks? I'd hate you to fall asleep on me while you are uh kissing me good night.”

“One of those is for you.” I said as I took the tray my housekeeper held out. “Leave it Tracy. I know it's a double. He'll survive.”

“Dylan might be the one falling asleep during that good night kiss.” Sophie said walking up behind us to kiss Dylan. I waited while the others kissed him good night.

“Amanda I have a strong suspicion Rohan made it a double because he plans on being extra tender tonight.” I heard Morgan saying as I headed up the stairs.

Once I'd set the tray down next to the bed I undressed Dylan. We never kissed once as I stripped him. Then I lifted the covers and motioned him to get in. Dylan watched me undress from the center of the bed. Then I slid in next to him.

“Scoundrel I find it hard to believe I am sharing a full strength brandy and soda with you.” Dylan said.

“To dads, sons and their betrothed.” I said clinking our glasses together. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Dylan said before he wisely took a little sip. “Wow! What a difference between a single and a double. How do you manage to drink so many of these and still be able to torment us in bed?”

“Practice and the right motivation.” I said with a smile.

“Dad am I the reason you are not getting together with Tim?” Dylan asked.

“Partly.” I said a little louder than normal and placed my finger over Dylan's lips. Then I nodded toward the door. “Dylan the three of you are incredibly selfless. You share me with J, Tim and Clifton without any jealousy whatsoever. Tim chose me as his first lover even though he knew I would return to you boys. He was willing to share me with you just as you share me with him. Would you have any problem if he came over and the three fucketeers suddenly became the four fucketeers?”

“No, Dad, I wouldn't and I doubt the other two would either.” Dylan said slightly raising his voice as well.

“I didn't think you'd mind. The other reason is there is no need to rush into things. Tim really needs the chance for more than one lover if he wishes.” I continued. “I don't mean casual sex but something deeper. A friendship that will continue even if the sexual side of the relationship ends. Yes, I guess it's what you guys call a LTR. Dylan I don't even mind if he has multiple lovers while he is with me. To think we only have enough love for one person is ridiculous. I cannot think of a better way to express this love than sex.

Dylan we have only been together for a few weeks. I want our relationship to deepen. This is why I am bumbling my way through being a dad. You boys will always be the biggest part in my life but the Order means a lot to me as well. Daizan actually talked me into working my way up to my current position. Sharing the Order with you is as meaningful to me as sharing Tim with you boys and you boys with Tim.”

“The Order sounds way cooler than boy scouts.” Dylan said with a smile as he watched me tiptoe over to the door. “We really must get Tim over here soon. I would love to meet him and get my hands and lips and tawes on him as well.”

“How about you three eavesdropping whippersnappers?” I asked swiftly pulling the door open and laughing at the startled, blushing threesome in the passageway. Dylan's whole body was shaking with mirth. A good thing he'd set his drink down just before I opened the door. “Come on in. You can hear better.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Adam said calmly. “You just earned Morgan and me a special kiss.”

“We'd be happy to share it with you.” Morgan said with a smile. “I told Tracy if she could do the chi web thingy after just a few weeks of practice then you'd know we were out there. That's why they raised their voices, Tracy.”

“Rohan you are being so sweet I can hardly stand it.” Tracy said. “Why don't I go down and get us a drink?”

“No need.” my housekeeper said from the bedroom door. “Tracy it was only a matter of time before Rohan let you know he knew you were listening in. I knew you'd need a drink to get over your embarrassment.”

“You knew and you still let me make the bet with the boys?” Tracy asked her as she handed me one of the drinks.

“The boys have gone long enough without a special kiss. You have as well.” my housekeeper said. “Part of my job is to make certain the household runs smoothly and it will run smoother if you dispense special kisses more often. Don't linger here for too long. Rohan has plans for Dylan that I'm guessing he won't rush. How are you doing with that drink Dylan?”

“I'm okay but I will be quite tipsy when I finish.” Dylan said calmly. “Yes it is a little too much if I were doing anything other than making love and going to sleep.”

“I'm glad you are learning this now. Remember this lesson. You two scurvy knaves as well or I will be a little upset.” my housekeeper warned.

“Tomek was right in saying you are a very sweet, wise and special lady. Would you accept a kiss from a slightly drunk, naked boy?” Dylan asked. “I haven't worked up a sweat yet. Dad was being very sweet. Tracy can fill you all in before you leave tonight. We could leave the bedroom door open so you could listen to Dad filling me in as well.”

“Mind your manners or I'll be spanking a slightly drunk, very naked boy soon. Oops.” my housekeeper said with a chuckle.

“You walked right into that one.” Tracy said with a grin. “I guess it's all the sweetness Rohan is dispensing.”

“And the dust.” Adam added. “Will you two ladies help us get Tim over here soon?”

“The entire gang wants to get him over here soon.” my housekeeper revealed. “Rohan the two of you are another Leslie and Ivan. Petersen will need a week or two to get him set up with his business. You boys have a break coming up soon. Tracy make a note in Rohan's calendar that Tim will be arriving two weeks. I'll explain it to these two and they can share the details with you at school. Rohan doesn't need to know anything except Tim's arrival date. You have two weeks to get things all sorted out and yourself in shape Rohan.”

“I've heard all I need to from these two lovebirds.” Adam said reaching for Tracy's hand. “Let's go downstairs and you can tell us how we are getting Tim over here. Last I looked I only had a few hundred dollars to my name.”

“Don't worry about it. I have a plan. We'll also speak to Frederick.” my housekeeper said taking Morgan by the hand. “Tim will be here. Now let's go enlist the help of the others. We cannot leave them out. J is as curious as you three to meet him. Abby, Catherine and Emily are dying to have another wedding in that special chapel.”

“Ada deserves another holiday as well.” Morgan said leaning over to kiss me.

“Looks like they've sealed your fate, Dad.” Dylan said from next to me as he watched the others kiss me goodnight. “You don't mind them tying up the loose ends and your ends?”

“Dylan there is so much love in this room it is even getting to me.” I said with a smile on my face. “I may have to disperse some of it with ritual involving a hairbrush and a cute ass. Any idea where I can find such items?”

“Here's the brush.” Adam said getting one out from the drawer of the night table.

“Finish your drink before you show him the second item.” Tracy said. “That will give us time to get safely away. You really aren't mad we eavesdropped?”

“No, Tracy, I'm not mad but some punishment is in order so the two clothed fucketeers will be tickling you for three minutes tonight. My housekeeper will keep time and bear witness.” I declared as I handed Dylan his unfinished drink. Much to my surprise Tracy gave me another kiss and told me I was the best boss in the entire world. Dylan raised his glass to mine in response. Being around a slightly inebriated Dylan was fun.

“Scoundrel, you look so happy even though as we lie here people are conspiring to marry you off.” Dylan said leaning against my chest. “Good to see that hand of yours has found the cute ass you were seeking for your ritual. While I still have a little of my wonderful drink left why not share with me your thoughts of the ceremony.”

“Handfasting.” I said him just before I kissed him. “Yes that's all I will say for now. Three or four of the fucketeers can work on the other details. Dylan I'm practicing delegating so I can concentrate on more important matters at hand.”

“Or in hand.” Dylan said with a grin. “Like my cute ass. Set this down for me, please. Hold still while I kiss you for letting me experience being drunk. You are planning on following tradition and taking advantage of a hot, drunk boy of tender years aren't you? Good. I'd hate to have a hangover for no good reason.”

Draining my drink I set my glass down and pulled Dylan up for several kisses. Casting aside the covers I lubed his ass while he fondled and coated my hand with a generous amount of lube. Dylan told me he was glad he was a little drunk because I had a look in my eyes that spoke of a really good session between the sheets. I made certain there was a lot of tongue in our kissing for several minutes before I settled him across my knees.

While my left hand lightly stroked the mounds of his ass my right hand reached for the ice cubes in my glass. I wordlessly slipped four ice cubes into his ass. Then I began spanking him. I delivered the warm up with the hairbrush. A good solid spanking by most standards but it only had Dylan squirming contentedly while asking for more. He got more. A lot more strokes and some very firm blows that continued for a while. Dylan arched upwards, cursed the pain and begged me for even more. I knew enough to realize the alcohol would dull the pain so I judged the spanking on the shade of red spread over his flesh. Recalling his physical responses from other spankings helped me judge when to set the brush aside. Dylan had shed more than a few tears before his ravishment began.

“Scoundrel, we are off to a good start. A monstrous good start.” Dylan said as we kissed. “That's a hint. You had two drinks, Scoundrel, so I thought I'd help. Of course I'm going to charge you. Now how about charging my hot ass.”

Dylan groaned when I tenderly took a nipple in my mouth. He knew this bout would be long and tender. I allowed him to experience being taken by an aroused big softy. My loving son responded perfectly to the rhythm I set. His body writhed, arched and stretched languidly beneath my touch. My hands, mouth and eyes feasted on the sight. I feasted on his flesh and cum. Even as I swallowed his essence I returned to my ravishment.

There was no begging me to get on with it. My son had surrendered completely to the mood. A litany of love and thanks filled the air as I teased, tasted and aroused his entire body. Dylan's hands grabbed handfuls of sheet as I lifted him up and slid into him from underneath. The scurvy knave sighed in pleasure as my cock slid into him. When my balls bumped against his ass he relaxed and settled down on me. This time I moved my hips back and forth no more than half an inch. Often less. The merest hint of a stroke.

“Even my monster is a big softy today. It's one of those days when even my pet pervert would be loving.” Dylan said but his smile told me he didn't mind. “That is monstrous teasing you have going on inside me. You'll pay tomorrow for every moment of torture.”

I ignored his threats. Watching him wriggle and clench to get me off faster was worth any price. Settling back on my heels I was slowly drawn to my orgasm. The short thrusts were leading me down a very long path to my destination. Determinedly setting aside any thoughts of time I concentrated on making each stroke a perfect stroke. Shifting a fraction of an inch to the side I changed the angle my cock rubbed against his insides. Then sliding a little closer to him I reached a touch deeper.

Working his muscles and shifting on me Dylan worked as hard to get off as I worked to endure the slow pace. He knew we were almost one when I leaned forward over him. The strokes became longer but remained languid. I told him I loved him beyond measure. I told him what a blessing he was. I told how even his sense of humor got me hard. I told him how much I enjoyed his body. I told him how good it felt to cum inside of him. I told how good it was to feel his cum splashing against me.

“Let's seal that with a kiss, Scoundrel, before the dust gets to me again.” Dylan said.

He was still crying softly as I carried him to the shower. The next morning he slept through my shenanigans with Adam and Morgan. I'd had my way with them in the shower so Dylan could rest. We left him sleeping as we started breakfast.

“Late.” I said to my housekeeper when she asked what time we got to sleep. “Very late. I'd like you to wake him. Let him know I will join him in the shower. Tracy will share her amazing omelets with us this morning. Go on. The sooner you wake him the sooner you will feel better.”

The boys told me they had dispensed justice last night. Their smiles made it quite clear they really had enjoyed it even though they politely denied getting any pleasure from punishing Tracy. She had been about to apply a spatula to their cute butts when her phone rang.

“Tell Leslie to find something to do for another hour or so. I can't chat now. Dylan needs my attention.” I said as I headed out the kitchen. “Share whatever you want Tracy. I really don't need to tell you this several times a decade. Did you think I was joking when I said you outrank ninety percent of the Order?”

“Wow!” Morgan exclaimed. “We got to tickle a very exalted member of the Order, Adam.”

“Ignore those background noises, Leslie.” I heard Tracy say as I stepped into the bathroom.

“Let me.” Dylan said taking the bottle of soap from me and washing my back. “No, I don't have a hangover. Seems I wasn't imagining things when I thought my loving pervert was doing some energy work on me last night. Dad these cheeks right here are closer and just as good for accepting kisses. There's even a lovely little spot for my tongue to play with.”

My son rimmed me for a surprisingly long time before urging me down on all fours. Then he fucked me. The first orgasm doesn't count he informed me as he resumed fucking me after his orgasm. Reaching around my hips he jerked me off so I could share in his second orgasm. I didn't believe him when he said getting me off just before his orgasm was pure coincidence. Between kisses Dylan bemoaned how misunderstood his good intentions were. I suggested he book a session or two with Leslie. Dylan smacked my butt. Then we finished washing and drying each other quickly. Nobody came looking for us which I found really enjoyable. This earned everybody downstairs a kiss.

J was driving the boys to school because I would be fetching them. We were heading straight to the Glen. Tracy told the boys she was just following my orders when they discovered they were enjoying a three meat omelet. They kissed her for carrying out her orders so well. Dylan told Sophie he hadn't chatted with me about last night because there was nothing to say. My housekeeper told her when she had woken him he'd just smiled at her and hugged her.

“Sophie he was so full of love I was glad there were covers between us.” my housekeeper confessed. “What? Why are all of you grinning?”

“It's the lack of dust.” Adam said quickly. “You did a great job dusting in here yesterday. Tickling me will bring the dust back. I might be wrong but do you want to take the chance?”

“That looks like a yes to me.” Amanda said as my housekeeper tickled Adam.

“You miscounted J.” I said when he said his three meat omelet seemed to have four different types of meat.

“Rohan's right, J.” Sophie agreed as she kissed his cheek. “There's five different meats in there.”

“Sausage, ham, bacon, salami and pastrami, Morgan.” I said. “As long as there are three different meats you can call it a three meat omelet.”

“Three, four or five you better say goodbye to the boys, Rohan. Leslie is calling back in a minute.” Tracy reminded me. “I'll make you an Irish coffee.”

I put Leslie on speakerphone because she called while I was downstairs saying goodbye to the boys. They greeted her and Ivan and told them they couldn't wait to cook dinner for them on Monday. Dylan told her he needed to practice his British meals because Tim would be visiting soon. Adam told Leslie I'd upped Dylan's alcohol intake to the level of a fifteen year old. Adam told me he'd only let Leslie know in the hope she'd spank me. Morgan reminded him Leslie was now a married lady. I agreed with Adam he deserved a sound spanking for forgetting. He sighed and told the others it would have to wait until Monday because of his no spanking in the Glen policy.

“Rohan just because I am on honeymoon doesn't mean I stop caring about you guys.” Leslie said I rode the elevator back to my apartment. “You and I will chat at ten on Monday at your place. That's so I can have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you guys. We've both missed our friends and your cooking. The food has been wonderful here but it isn't yours or the boys. Tracy filled me in on the homeschooling adventure. All I want to know is how you are feeling and about Dylan's increased alcohol intake?”

Leslie listened as I explained my thoughts. I took the Irish coffee Tracy gave me out on the balcony to finish my chat. Leslie told me not to give up on the homeschooling idea just yet. The plan had merits and with a little tweaking might offer a great solution to getting the boys back to a regular school workload. I thanked her for her support and told he we would have fun settling the wager this weekend.

I told the others I'd appreciate their help getting the car loaded because I needed to take my armory with me. J helped me wheel a large metal chest down to the car while the others teamed up to carry the weapon cases. Sophie told me she would never understand how I could swing something it took her and my housekeeper to carry between them. Tracy laughed when I suggested it was a lot lighter without the case. Sophie politely agreed with me. We packed the bags around the chest. I told Tracy our other purchases today would cover the top of it.

When we arrived at the apothecary Alice told me Lao had changed the grounding formula. He'd spoken to Brother Michael at the wedding and gotten a better feel for the energy of the Glen. Alice told me the staff had all been intrigued to learn of the differences and reasons behind the change in formula. I groaned. Tracy grinned. My housekeeper told me I deserved this reward as the staff kissed me thank you for the lesson from Lao.

Then we headed over to a camping supply store. I had decided we would be sleeping outdoors in the Glen. My housekeeper added some fold-up shovels to my order so we could dig a drainage ditch around us. Then she decided we needed two extra blankets. The thickest, warmest blankets they had. Tracy gave her the measurements Lawrence had taken for the boys wedding outfits. The boys got a heavy and medium sweater. Tracy grinned at me as my housekeeper added to my growing pile of purchases. Naturally I needed a medium and a heavy sweater as well. I learned three tarps were better than two and two on the ground were better than one. Inflatable mattresses would add comfort and insulation I learned. Three of them because we'd need two to sleep on and a spare if one got punctured. While my housekeeper paid Tracy drew me aside and thanked me for letting my housekeeper mother the boys. Tracy suggested I might get the hang of this social thing when I told her I knew my housekeeper missing Tomek and lavishing more care on the boys here. We both laughed when she rushed off to grab us each a beanie.

“Tracy I have three hours before I fetch the boys so I can get something started for your dinner.” I said as I drove to the co-op. “We'll have to put the groceries on the seat next to you. Remind me to check with Brother Michael about supplies at the chapter house when we get back to the apartment. I'm sure the boys will love to cook at least one meal.”

“No need to bother Brother Michael just call Petersen and tell him to surprise you with ingredients.” Tracy said. “I keep forgetting our phones sync. I'll be happy to call the two lovebirds. I want to fill them in on our plan for Tim so the two of you go on ahead.”

My housekeeper told me there was enough food in my cart for three meals. Mere coincidence I will be gone three nights I told her which earned me an unladylike snort. Tracy told me she was curious to see how I got all this cooking done before fetching the boys. My housekeeper told me there was enough at the apartment for her and Tracy to have lunch but not for me and the boys as well. I told her I was taking the boys out for lunch. My housekeeper laughed and hugged me. Apparently it was easy to know when I was being naughty because I so seldom broke the boys' diet. Tracy told me she'd give me some tips on being naughty. I agreed we'd have fun practicing.

I told Tracy to stand back and keep my glass full of Leslie's fine wine. While two different types of meats browned in skillets I crisped up some chicken in the oven. Everything would finish cooking in the slow cookers. The gang could enjoy whatever they wanted so dinner would be a surprise for me on Sunday. Vegetables got blanched. Several bottles of spice mixes got blended. A pot of thick broccoli soup and a cream of carrot and dill soup would finish cooking on the stove. Three different salad dressings plus a salad and sandwiches for my housekeepers lunch all got finished moments before I had to leave. Tracy never said a word as she looked around.

“You didn't even leave us any dishes to wash.” Tracy said quietly and poured herself another glass. “Oh, I guess we will be doing the dishes then if we have to switch the dishwasher on. Thanks for leaving me something to do. Yes there's always dusting.”

My housekeeper grinned from the kitchen doorway but didn't turn down the glass of wine Tracy offered her. Tracy insisted I take a bottle of wine as a gift for Brother Michael. My housekeeper thanked me for making them lunch and setting a lovely table with candles. Then she urged me out the door with instructions not to embarrass my housekeepers by losing any fights. Tracy impulsively hugged her when she heard that comment. I'm sure Lao feels the same way I agreed as the elevator doors closed.

“All the barbecue you can eat in the next half hour.” I said to the boys as we sat down. We were in one of the private rooms at the steakhouse so the boys could share my pitcher of beer. “Dylan I won't drink beer from a plastic pitcher so I leave this one here. They kindly humor me.”

“We do it because he tips so well.” the waitress said setting food on the table. I'd called ahead to place our order because of time constraints.

The boys said nothing about baked beans and potatoes being the only vegetables. I'd brought in some bowls from the car so we took our desserts with us. On the drive to the chapter house the boys told me thanks to Frederick we would be seeing Tim soon. Tracy was going to ask the priest this Sunday when he was free to officiate. Their moms had come up with a very nice solution to splitting the school break. I assured Adam it was okay for them to keep the plans a secret. The boys beamed when I said they were smart enough to make it a lovely visit and I might wear out a few paddles on them in thanks.

“Here we go again.” I said with a sigh as we drove up to the house. “Dylan it would be nice if just once Brother Michael could forget my rank.”

Two rows of monks lined the pathway to the door. I told the boys to stay close behind me as I led the way with my head slightly bowed in homage to the monks. A grinning Leif and Petersen stood at the door behind Brother Michael. After he had expressed his gratitude for the honor I brought to the house he asked me to perform a blessing. The boys saw the grin on my face as I turned around to face the monks. They nearly ruined it by laughing when I winked at them.

Drawing the boys close to me I reached inside me for my Lady. Sensing my intention as I opened she guided me through a process to call upon others to lend their voice to hers. Inwardly I bowed to her suggestion to change the blessing from the one I remembered. Her communication was subtle and done through impressions on my mind. I felt her joy with my plan. She was a mischievous as I had been in my early twenties and a novitiate with the Order. Leaning against me the boys felt the energy gathering inside me around my dan tien. A few of the more sensitive monks had noticed and were watching me closely. A few smiled when I winked at them.

Countless other voices augmented hers. Although her voice dominated the changes in timbre, tone and range the other voices added a richness to the blessing that made it impossible for me to remain unmoved. The blessing felt ancient. Crafted in a time when they were well aware of the power of the spoken word and infused with the energy of countless repetitions I doubted a corpse would have been left unmoved. My plan had been skillfully turned against me because she knew how to remind me how important ceremony was to religion. She had humbled me and I vowed to pay closer attention to her presence. Nobody seemed to mind it took me a full twenty-minutes to get through the blessing.

Following my whispered instructions the three boys each took hold of Leif, Petersen and Brother Michael by the hand as they led me to my study. Brother Michael told Dylan there was always a study with an adjoining room in a chapter house for visiting dignitaries of the church. Without missing a beat he complimented Adam on his perceptiveness in guessing my dislike of ceremony was the reason he never missed the opportunity when I visited. Leif said if I did any more blessings like this their motivation would quickly change. I promised to share something of it with them over the weekend.

Leif, Petersen and Brother Michael expressed concern when I told them of my plans to sleep in the Glen. When they learned I'd brought plenty of tea and a couple of flasks with us they were more at ease with my plans. I told them the boys would be helping me cook dinner tomorrow night. Brother Michael blushed when I gave him the bottle of wine and told him it was a gift from Tracy. They had followed my suggestion to leave Brother Murray on his own. He had a room just down the hallway. Dylan was happy to go fetch him for me.

“We may not have enough time to finish our chat before dinner but we can get started Brother Murray.” I said when he joined us. “We have some lanterns but before it gets too dark I'd like to get our camp set up. We would appreciate your help but if you wish to meditate a little more I'll understand.”

“I've done as much meditating as is healthy.” Brother Murray said. “I'd love to get out of my room for a bit.”

Brother Murray led the boys off to get a couple of wheelbarrows. Brother Michael smiled when he saw all the supplies and heard about my mothering housekeeper. Having somebody around who doesn't give a hoot about my rank is good for me I told the gathered monks. They laughed when Dylan told them she'd even woken me by spanking me with her riding crop. Speaking of people who don't give a hoot for my rank watch out for these three scurvy knaves I warned everybody. Nobody seemed to believe they were dangerous but at least I knew I'd warned them. I turned down the offers of help from other monks because I wanted to chat with Brother Murray.

“Pay close attention and ask as many questions as you want boys.” I said. “Brother Murray is a Hospitaller who specializes in outdoor injuries, illness and survival. He'll show us where to set up camp and how to lay it out so we are comfortable. By the time he's finished we will be as comfortable as if we were indoors. Adam he is far better at it than me or anybody else in the Order. They only gave him a cushy job because he chose to rest on his laurels which led to resting on his butt.”

“Rohan is right boys. Today my meditation was all about dealing with the shame of letting myself go.” Brother Murphy said pushing a wheelbarrow. “That's kind of you to say, Dylan, but I didn't intend to become a case study for the other monks.”

“Dad didn't intend to become a case study either but he's helping a lot of students at a local college.” Dylan shared. “Could you make use of how his support team is treating his condition? I'm sure Tracy would find it interesting to compare the different approaches. Dad needs to gain an ounce or two and you have to lose an ounce or two. The students would get to see both sides of the coin.”

“I'd appreciate your insights Brother Murray.” I said. “Really I would which is why I will show my support for you by being your penitent. Provided you will allow me this honor.”

“We'll chat about it after we've got camp set up.” Brother Murray said. “Dylan that's a good idea of yours but we will need to take care of some things before I can say yes or no.”

“Dad will figure things out.” Adam said confidently. “Especially when he hears I am offering the bodies of these other two boys as a bribe. Dylan my body is the thank you for when he gets everything fixed. We'll set up a schedule once we've got our camp together.”

Smiling I stepped away from the four them and texted Petersen to ask him to keep our dinner warm. Brother Murray loved sharing his knowledge. The boys were very attentive so he gave them a very detailed explanation. He explained the local weather patterns and how they determined where we'd camp. They were part of things to consider before heading out. The boys learned the other items on the checklist. Dylan and Morgan were becoming more and more captivated by the Glen. I was glad Leif was brewing us some tea back at the house. Adam enjoyed their surprise when the deer calmly let us push our wheelbarrows across the Glen to our campsite.

Leif showed up with our tea while we were digging our drainage ditch. He stayed to give us a hand because Brother Michael would be grumpy through dinner if we were late. Brother Murray told me it would be good to have Leif present when we discussed my sponsorship offer. I agreed the other monks didn't need to have dinner with a grumpy Brother Michael. Leif genuinely complimented Brother Murray on the campsite. He agreed with me that we needed this wisdom shared with our trainee monks.

When I told Brother Murray the boys wouldn't say a word about what we discussed he said we could have our chat here in the camp. I reached into the picnic basket and brought out three glasses. Then I produced a bottle of Scotch from my backpack. The boys drank tea while we sipped our Scotch.

“We really don't have much to discuss.” I began. “Brother Murray realizes he has gotten a bit out of shape and this physical laziness has affected his thinking. None of us here have seen a camp come together so quickly as this one. This is also the most comfortable camp I have been in. The only question is if Brother Murray wants to return to teaching? I warn you those three scurvy knaves may soon be joining the Order.”

“Brother Stephen has asked me if I would consider working on the school meals project so I will be working with them a lot.” Brother Murray replied. “From the questions they asked tonight it seems they will be learning some of our ways before they even start. I enjoyed sharing with them so if Brother Stephen is agreeable and we can work out a schedule that includes the school project, getting me back into shape and teaching I will be forever in your debt Grand Master.”

“Belinda will spank him for as long as it takes for him to come up with the right schedule.” I said confidently. Leif laughed. “When we have dinner I will let everybody know I am going to stand in as penitent. Thank you for the offer Leif but you will be away. I'm skinny not frail. Besides I have every confidence in Brother Murray.”

“Morgan what Rohan is doing is saying that if Brother Murray fails to meet a commitment or complete his rehabilitation then he will serve Brother Murray's punishment.” Leif explained. “The reason the penitent gets punished is to make him realize how important it is to judge somebody's character correctly. Brother Stephen is Brother Murray's superior so he will set the punishment. Nobody will know ahead of time. The letter will remained sealed. When he's satisfied Brother Murray has met his commitments Brother Stephen will have Brother Michael burn it.”

“You won't tell Brother Murray what he has to complete before the letter gets burned will you?” Morgan asked.

“No and it wouldn't surprise me if Brother Stephen lets Brother Murray decide when he has met them.” Leif said. “I'm not surprised Rohan lets you boys make a lot of decisions for yourself, Adam. Considering how long he has studied with our Order it is only natural he applies a lot of what he learned here to raising you.”

“We've been fine tuning our policies for a little while.” Brother Murray added solemnly. “Still it is a great honor to have the Grand Master back you.”

“Exactly how high up in the Order is the Grand Master?” Dylan asked. “Leif the last thing Rohan would volunteer is information about where he stands in the pecking order. He'd downplay his position which is why I have waited for the chance to ask somebody else. No he wouldn't lie but he'd try to put us off or avoid letting us know how important his position is.”

“Leif we couldn't be prouder of our Dad so it doesn't matter how many people there are above him.” Adam said coming around to hug me. “He could lose his position tonight and it wouldn't change how we felt about him. The reason we want to know is because we often need to remind him of how much he does to help others. Dylan is right when he says Rohan will downplay his importance. Anything including humility when taken to an extreme becomes harmful.”

“They have you pegged, Rohan.” Leif said raising his glass in my direction. “You boys do know we are a global Order don't you? We have different people in charge of different continents who oversee people in charge of the countries. So there is somebody in charge of North America who oversees somebody in charge of the USA and Canada and Mexico and so on. Then there is somebody in charge of Europe who oversees the guy in charge of France, England, Spain and so on. Well the guys in charge of the various continents only have one person higher than themselves. The Grand Master.”

“Brother Murray do you remember when Rohan got elected Grand Master?” Morgan asked. “That's good to know. Adam there is no way I am leaving here this weekend without sitting down to hear how these holy folk hoodwinked Rohan into becoming Grand Master. I'm sorry Rohan but it really is as funny as Hell. The most unassuming millionaire or most likely multimillionaire I have ever met running an Order that comprises monks from two different sects and stretches across the entire world.”

“Dad you are perfect for the job because you love blending things together and get so much joy from helping other people but if I asked anybody who knows you to imagine you as CEO of a global organization they would laugh. I'm glad you don't mind me laughing.” Dylan said before he collapsed next to a laughing Morgan on our bed.

“Care to join those two scurvy knaves Adam?” I asked.

“No, Dad, it's okay. I've got you to keep me upright.” Adam said and then he laughed. “Oh, gods it's so funny. The guy who can drink any three people under the table and cannot get enough of desserts is in charge of a global religious order. The only thing more amazing is the rest of you actually electing him to the post.”

“I can just imagine Dad turning to face the monks at his coronation with a bowl of trifle in one hand and a bottle of Scotch in the other.” Dylan said which caused the three of them to laugh even harder. Leif and Brother Murray started chuckling at the image as well. I poured them more Scotch.

“Such lovely boys Rohan. They don't seem the least bit bothered by your exalted rank.” Leif said when we finally made our way to dinner.

“They know they'd be in trouble if it did bother them.” I said as we watched Brother Murray show the boys how to walk silently through the grass. Leif agreed it was good to see Brother Murray enjoying life again.

“Uh oh, Brother Michael doesn't look happy about being kept waiting.” Leif said as we approached the deck.

“I'll take care of that.” I said.

Brother Michael was so taken aback by the nature of my assault he didn't try to break free. I simply grabbed his hood and pulled him forward into a long hot kiss. Then I asked him if I need to do more to get him to relax this weekend. Without waiting for a reply I led him inside.

“Sometimes we need to break with tradition but there is one thing I need to do before this happens.” I said to the assembled monks standing at the tables. “Tonight I, Grand Master Rohan, formally pledge myself as penitent for Brother Murray in front of all these witnesses and do grant Brother Michael the right to call upon me if I ever have to answer for Brother Murray's transgressions. This pledge will remain in effect for as long as Brother Murray remains in the Order.”

There was stunned silence before the monks began to chant Brother Murray's name. Dylan and Morgan kept hold of his hands as tears ran down his cheeks.

“Dad I'm going to have to spank you for adding that last bit because now I can never stand in for Brother Murray.” Adam said loudly enough for everybody to hear.

The monks went from cheering to laughing. Petersen quietly told Dylan the last pledge was very seldom added because it placed tremendous pressure on the monk to live the very best life he could. Leif told Morgan it did come back to being asked to judge if you had met your commitments and had wiped your slate clean. Now Stephen could ask Brother Murray at any time and as many times as he liked if he felt he had failed and if he answered yes then I would be called to task.

“One other thing. We need some nuns and or monks to help Brother Michael relax.” I said. “When I see him tomorrow morning he better be very relaxed and smiling or I will make use of the rooms off my study to finish his treatment. Now let's eat! Petersen I will kiss you before heading back to my camp tonight.”

“He's not the only one.” Dylan said as he watched large trays of lasagna being placed on the table. Other monks followed with steaming hot loaves of garlic bread.

“They were doing so well up until this point.” Adam said when a salad was placed on table. Brother Murray just smiled as Adam reached for the salad first.

“The wine you are all enjoying is a gift from Rohan.” Petersen announced. “Rohan if you insist on kissing me I will ensure you get kissed as well.”

“We will take care of that later.” Dylan promised. “Before and after Adam has spanked Dad.”

“There are quite a few nuns and monks with their eyes on you boys. You might not make it back to your campsite with Rohan.” Leif said with a smile.

“We'll make it back with Rohan tonight and tomorrow night but I'm glad some of them will approach us anyway.” Morgan said. “Petersen monks and nuns are human so some of them will think they can use us as a way to influence Rohan.”

“The ones we sleep with will be chosen from the ones who don't approach us this weekend.” Dylan added. “Some will try to appear unassuming but Dad has taught us to use feel for more than just cooking. That sort of energy is really hard to hide.”

“Thanks, Dad, for giving us such a fun weekend.” Adam said dishing up a third helping of salad. “Tell me Brother Murray did Dad learn to insist on salad and vegetables before the good stuff from the Order? You see if he did then I can help future generations of kids by having that tradition laid to rest in a peaceful vegetable garden. A boy needs to be motivated before committing to the Order.”

“I think you will find yourself agreeing with it before you lay it to rest.” Brother Murray said handing him the salad dressing. “You boys have eaten more salad than most of the monks. I hope they find you inspirational. Now what other reason can we find to convince you to join our Order?”

“Well I will see how this weekend plays out but I think I've already found my reason.” Adam said. “Church politics. I think this will be a lot of fun.”

“Especially in a tradition that doesn't bother with a vow of celibacy.” Dylan added.

“No, I'm not rescuing you.” Leif declared watching as I took Petersen in my arms for two passionate kisses. “You knew how Rohan would respond to you cooking lasagna and tiramisu.”

“And you even made him one of his own.” Morgan said. “Be grateful you still have your robe on.”

The monks nearby laughed. I finally let Petersen up and devoted myself to my tiramisu. After dinner we joined the monks in the game room and played darts and billiards for a few hours. The boys thanked Petersen and Leif with a gentle good night kiss. They bravely leaned in past the nun on his lap and kissed Brother Michael goodnight. After they kissed him they kissed the nun on her cheek. Brother Murray had said good night earlier so we collected our lantern from the deck and made our way to our camp.

There was enough moonlight for us to make our way back without the lantern. I'd brewed up two flasks of tea before we left. Dylan and Morgan agreed the Glen was even more magical in the moonlight. The three of them knelt in a semi-circle behind me on the edge of the trees. I wanted to experiment. Placing the tips of my index fingers on the ground I sent healing chi flowing out into the Glen. I let if flow without any set pattern or image in mind. When I felt the Glen had taken all it needed I used a mantra to seal it.

Because it was a clear night Brother Murray had set up the tarps as walls to break the wind but set the third aside. He had shown the boys how to quickly secure it in place if it did begin to rain. We stripped and quickly climbed beneath the blankets so we could look up at the stars and out at the Glen. I drew the boys close to me. We all had large mugs of tea in hand. Words really weren't necessary. Spontaneous kisses got exchanged as relaxed. Dylan could reach his phone without getting up so he called my housekeeper. She put us on speakerphone because she was with the rest of the gang. Abby asked if he could switch to a Skype call and show them the Glen. When I nodded he jumped out of bed to show them our camp.

Then he quickly rejoined us beneath the covers. Morgan told the others it was quite chilly. Dylan showed them our view of the sky and the Glen from our bed. Sophie told us she was glad they only got to see the pictures and not feel the energy as well. Dylan held up his mug of tea to help put her mind at rest. They thanked us for calling. They thanked me for preparing dinner. They would keep what they had a secret so they didn't ruin the surprise. After we had said good night and ended the call I nonchalantly asked the boys if there was anything they wanted to do before we went to sleep. Apart from pee I said as I got up and headed into the trees. I had barely gotten started when they joined me.

“Whatever we do will get done under the blankets.” Morgan said. “My butt is freezing just peeing.”

“Don't shake that too much, Dad.” Dylan teased. “I have plans and don't want to wait an hour for you to recover.”

“The no spanking rule only applies while we are here.” I reminded him as I gave my cock a couple of long, slow strokes.

They laughed and we all scrambled back to the blankets.

“Morgan lube Adam's ass and your cock.” I said tossing him a small bottle of lube while handing Adam a second bottle. “Adam use this to really give Dylan's ass a good coating. Splash some of his hand so he can get my cock lubed. Don't dawdle. Gramps has a busy day tomorrow. Ready? Good. All three of you turn towards me. Now if I just reach down and slide forward like so...”

“Gramps is bang on target if he intended banging me.” Dylan said before kissing me.

“Adam you're banging what I'm banging while being banged by Morgan. Got it?” I asked. “Then get it. I'm not feeling it.”

“There's nothing like a good sing-along under the stars.” Morgan said.

“Fuck singing. I'm just trying to breathe.” Dylan said taking some slow deep breaths as he adjusted to being double-fucked.

“I'll get the song started while you catch your breath.” Morgan said. “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.”

“Damn you Morgan you try laughing with two cocks inside you.” Dylan said as we all laughed. “Monster it might be a great song but now isn't the time.”

“I think I'll stick to laughing with two cocks inside you. Thanks for the offer.” Morgan said. “I'll leave the difficult tricks to you.”

“Well as cozy as this is unless we plan on getting ourselves off by laughing would somebody please fuck me?” Adam asked.

“Dad you better stop laughing.” Dylan warned me but he couldn't help smiling as I chuckled at Morgan's brilliance. “I love you guys so much. The gods only know why but I do.”

That brought us back to the present and taking care of our partners. Morgan fucked Adam slowly and steadily. I enjoyed the tightness of Dylan's ass and the pressure of Adam's cock as it slid over mine. Letting the others do the work I kissed Dylan while my hands roamed up and down his body. Lying there gazing into his eyes was so perfect we both teared up. The other two sensed our mood and quietly got on with getting us all off.

“Do you suppose we owe them a kiss?” Dylan asked me. “When you're done licking me clean of course.”

“I don't know. They seem to have enjoyed a fucking good time already.” I said between licks. “We don't wan to spoil them.”

Looking over Dylan I saw Morgan and Adam holding each other close and kissing. I couldn't resist. A kiss and some whispered instructions to follow my lead was all it took. I leaned all the way over to kiss Morgan on his cheek while Dylan kissed Adam's cheek. They never broke their kiss. When I'd settled on my side with Dylan's arms wrapped around me they whispered good night to us.

“Well played.” I said softly and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

The sun still had a few yards to travel before it kissed the edge of the Glen when I got woken by the sound of soft footsteps shuffling through the grass. Brother Murray smiled at me as he set a tray with a thermos and four mugs on the ground. I mouthed a silent “Thank you” and blew him a kiss. He smiled and slipped quietly away. Dylan stirred but went back to sleep when I kissed him on the tip of his nose.

Right before the sun touched the Glen I slipped under the covers and worked my way across the three of them. When I'd swallowed their loads I took care of Dylan's second before I resurfaced. They politely gave me a thank you kiss. I got a second kiss when I pointed out the tray at the foot of the bed. We all agreed the hot chocolate was delicious. Morgan propped up his cellphone to get as much of the sunrise recorded as possible. We relaxed back against the pillows with our hot chocolates.

“Permission to approach.” Leif said from behind us.

“Good morning Leif. Morning Petersen.” the boys called out.

“Come on. There's room for two more behind Morgan.” I said drawing the boys closer to me.

“You're sure we're not disturbing any of your plans boys?” Petersen asked as the two of them slipped off their shoes and climbed under the blankets.

“We'll fuck Rohan when you head off to check on breakfast.” Morgan said as he rolled over to kiss them.

“We met Brother Murray as we were leaving the house and he insisted we grab some hot chocolate.” Leif said. “Now I know why.”

“You not only made a friend for life Rohan but I think you saved a life.” Petersen said. “How often does anybody here get up before Brother Michael? Brother Murray even had time to make hot chocolate and deliver it to you.”

“Brother Michael will expect to stand guard while you meditate.” Leif reminded me. “Let us know when to slip away.”

“I'll give you plenty of warning.” I promised. “You can take these scurvy knaves over to the bathhouse with you. Morgan is looking for sing-along partners.”

“Alas the moment has passed.” Morgan said with a theatrical sigh.

“Please don't. Don't say a word.” I warned Dylan who was grinning at me.

“Last night I asked Dad to get on with banging me and Morgan suggested a sing-along.” Dylan said smiling as my ribs started shaking from the memory. “Do the two of you know the words to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?”

“Dylan wimped out on us. Something about not being able to sing with two cocks in his ass.” Morgan said to the laughing monks next to him. That got them to laugh even harder. “I think he just needs to practice some more.”

The sun was halfway across the Glen when I suggested the others get up and ready themselves. Leif gave me a penetrating look. Dylan asked me if it was when I had knelt last night. I told him yes and kissed him. Morgan told Leif they'd explain on the way. The cold made the boys throw on some pants, shoes and their medium sweaters.

“I can meditate just as well underneath the blankets, Petersen.” I said. “Make certain the boys bring back a large flask of tea. I'll shower on the next trip or it will be midday before I show you that trick.”

“For some reason we are never quite clean enough for Dad until the fourth wash.” Adam said leaning over to kiss me.

“I can't imagine why.” Leif said.

“Hang on a minute.” Morgan said. “Rohan which way should we take back?”

“Petersen take the path past the old oak.” I said. “Wait beside the stone seats. Dylan's it's like radar. I can tell you have enough time because I know where he is and how long it will be before he reaches the spot I mentioned but you have to go now. Leif be careful. Explain it to Morgan.”

When Brother Michael settled into position behind me I let my Lady sing us both a song to greet the new day. Then I meditated with some simple mantras I could say aloud. When I felt the boys reach the edge of the Glen I replaced the mantras with phrases from the Gregorian chants. When the boys were halfway across the Glen my Lady sang a Gregorian chant in its entirety and loud enough for the boys to hear. They smiled and picked up their pace a little.

“Thank you, Brother Michael.” I said stepping out of our shelter wrapped in a blanket. “We will be over shortly.”

He slipped away before the boys arrived. They told me they had surprised him when Leif had called out a password and the boys had stepped out in front of him. All five of them had kissed his cheek before continuing on. Petersen had the boys use the private showers in my suite. Adam was sorry to miss the opportunity for some church politics but saw the sense in avoiding any delay. When asked the boys told me there was no need for sex. They'd rather get the camp together and head on back to the house. I got dressed while they put our camp in order as Brother Murray had shown them. They gathered up our empty mugs and flasks.

Adam carried the tray with the mugs while Dylan and Morgan led me over. The boys waited in my study while I showered and dressed. Then we went down to join the others for breakfast. When Dylan expressed surprise at not being asked to join a morning service Leif told him because this chapter house focused on the martial aspect morning services were optional. Injuries and exhaustion are common here Petersen elaborated so getting up early isn't always possible. Most of the monks meditate in their room and gather at eight in the chapel if they feel the need for something more formal I added.

When we had finished eating I took the boys with me into the kitchen so we could help with dishes. There were large kitchen sinks with hot soapy water and some without soap for rinsing. I told the boys tradition dictated they find a place away from me. They wisely took up stations where they could watch. No doubt the grins and smiles of the nuns and monks warned them something worth watching was going to take place. I stood at a sink with an open space on either side of me and waited. No more than a minute passed before the spaces filled. I washed a dish or two then copped a feel of the ass to my right. Later it was the monk on the left who got fondled. This continued at random intervals with the monks and nuns switching out when they'd had enough. None of them stayed too long so others could get a chance. One or two of my former lovers got kissed as well. There were a few of them thanks to church politics. Once I passed on the last dirty dish I found myself with one monk to my left. He received the traditional special kiss to end our dish washing labors.

Then I calmly gathered the boys, swatted a few more butts on my way out the kitchen and went in search of the educators. On the way I collected Brother Murray. He agreed to make certain the boys got a break at the hour mark and would end their time with the educators not one minute past two hours. I promised the boys I'd wait until after lunch to spar with Petersen. There are plenty of things for me to sort out around here this morning. Brother Murray told me he'd be happy to help me between checking in on the boys.

We bumped into Petersen and Leif who agreed to wait so the boys could watch our sparring. Brother Michael joined us and commented it would give the other monks time to take care of their stuff because they would all be watching the sparring. Petersen offered to keep a steady flow of tea going for us. Brother Michael agreed to meet me in thirty minutes in my study.

“Good morning gentleman.” I greeted the three educators in one of the study rooms. “I won't keep you because you have five minutes to get settled when I finish briefing you. Brother Murray here is enforcing the time limits. There will be a fifteen minute break after an hour. Brother Murray has my permission to use whatever methods he deems necessary to enforce these time limits including as much force as necessary. Two of these boys are my adopted sons and the third I regard in the same light. Any of you who fail to adhere to these instructions will be my warm-up partners before I spar with Petersen.”

Kneeling I gave the boys a hug and a kiss. I told them if they felt uncomfortable or needed a break they were free to leave. Petersen, Leif and Brother Murray would be checking in on them and may even choose to sit in. The educators surprised me by being open and amenable to outside input. I left feeling better about the interviews. Brother Michael handed me the phone when I stepped out of the study room.

“Good morning, Stephen.” I said. “This is a little early for you. What's up? Oh, my pledge as penitent. I wanted to make certain Brother Murray didn't have a reason to slump back into his old ways. Stephen, all he needed was somebody to believe in him and remind him of what he is capable of. I am going to speak to Brother Michael about getting Brother Murray back into shape. How soon can you have a schedule ready that incorporates getting him fit, working with the school and instructing educators or teaching? I'd like to present it to him and Brother Michael before I leave tomorrow. Thank you. I will have Brother Michael call you within the next hour.”

Brother Michael was initially reluctant to work with Catherine and Theresa. When I explained it would help the ladies prepare workout schedules for me, Tracy and the boys he came around. I told him he was more knowledgeable than me on what exercises worked best for our weapons. Brother Michael promised to call Stephen right away. All I said was Brother Murray now walked under my protection and it would help prevent injuries to other monks if word of this got out. This got a smile from Brother Michael on his way out.

I called Catherine to let her know to expect a call from Brother Michael. She told me Theresa would love another case study. Catherine told me she would gladly work with Brother Michael on our workout routines. I told her I expected her to run them by Lao and was curious to see how he'd tweak them. Brother Murray brought the boys up while we were chatting so they got to say hi to her. The boys were grinning and Brother Murray had his hands behind his back so I knew something was up.

“Petersen make certain your robe is well secured!” I bellowed when Brother Murray brought his hands forward. He was holding a basket filled with banana chocolate-chip muffins. The boys laughed and others in the passage chuckled. They all laughed louder when Leif was heard advising Petersen to start running.

The boys told me they were having fun with the educators. They were drinking lots of tea they assured me handing me a large mug of the brew. Brother Murray told me he was going to have his fitness assessment when the boys returned to their interviews. I asked the boys to make their own way back to their interviews so I could do some healing work on Brother Murray. We will get a more honest assessment if I am able to help you heal some niggling aches I explained. This wasn't energy work that would give extra strength and cloud the results. Ten minutes later Brother Murray was on his way.

Stepping out my office I grabbed the first robed figure to pass and appointed her as my secretary. Then I spent thirty minutes sorting through the pile of paperwork on my desk. Sticky-notes helped me get through it nice and quickly. Brother Michael had all the contact numbers she'd need. Brother Murray could also be called on. Anything else she needed help with I would take care of between ten and eleven on Tuesday or Thursday morning I told her.

“Come along you can keep the other guard company and hold his hand.” I said heading for the door. I remembered to text Tracy to let her know about Tuesday and Thursday as we searched for Petersen. Predictably we found him in the kitchen. Leif volunteered for guard duty while I blessed the chapel. Petersen promised to bring the boys to the service. Before we left the kitchen I made good on my threat to thank Petersen properly for the muffins.

My two guards assured me nobody would enter the chapel until I opened the doors. They understood the importance when I mentioned my promise to keep the mantras to myself. The thick stone walls and double-pane windows made me pretty confident I wouldn't be overheard. I made the most of the chapel acoustics. Sinking back on my heels I gave the free rein to my voice. Leif let me know when it was fifteen minutes before the start of our service by knocking twice on the door. I gave my Lady the lead for the last fifteen minutes. While I was letting the last notes disperse I heard Leif arguing outside. Going within I wasn't surprised my Lady was happy to help me.

“Enough!” I roared stepping out of the chapel. Even Petersen who was leading the boys across the yard to us stopped. The boys looked around hurriedly before they saw me. They were the only ones able to smile. “Weren't the three of you told the chapel would open when I finished? Brother Michael these three will help me get warmed up before I spar with Brother Petersen. They can choose between mace and short sword. Form up! Brother Michael inspect this lot while I go fetch the boys. Leif follow me.”

I had just made it about halfway between the two rows of startled monks and nuns when somebody muttered something. Without thinking I spun and knocked the robed figure off their feet with an uppercut. The other monks shuffled down to fill the gap as I turned and kept walking. Brother Michael was not looking happy when I got back.

“You boys are now official doorkeepers. Nobody enters until Brother Michael or me tells you. Follow me Brother Michael.” I said.

He followed me to a small office set at the far end of the chapel. A small place where we kept our official garments and other ritual materials. I unlocked the safe and brought out a bottle of very expensive malt whiskey and two glasses. Brother Michael's anger evaporated when he saw the malt and glasses were the only thing in the safe. He laughed so hard he had to place a hand on the desk. When we had knocked back a couple of doubles each I solemnly returned the bottle to the safe. Brother Michael promised to return the glasses.

“Thanks guys.” I said when I opened the doors. None of the monks had moved. “Step aside and let this lot in. When they are all inside please sit with Leif and Petersen at the back. I want this lot of ruffians up front to hear what I have to say.”

The monks dropped their hoods as they entered the chapel. Nobody said a word about the change in the energy. This time I added some channeling to our usual service. Something to inspire and remind this lot why we chose this means of service in the first place I requested of my lady.

“We have all allowed ourselves to slip a little.” I began at the end of the service. “Only this week did I regain my sense of purpose and begin getting my house or rather houses in order. I am sorry this house which has been such a special part of my life was one of the last I took in hand. The embarrassment I feel is no less than what Brother Michael is dealing with now. He was too noble to make excuses when I brought him inside earlier. This same nobility within you is what I am counting on to get things back in shape.

Before I spar with Brother Petersen this afternoon we will catch up on household chores. After lunch you will all gather around Brother Michael to plan this campaign. Tomorrow morning you will catch up on laundry. Early tomorrow afternoon my housekeeper will visit to inspect our work. Don't be surprised to see Brother Michael making notes. I am not leaving this house until she's satisfied with what we've done. That includes me and the three whippersnappers.

There will be a full inspection of you and your quarters. Boys make certain our camp is in order because it will also be inspected. I doubt it will pass no matter what we do but we'll give it a shot. When we have finished the housework the only other work you will have before your tyrannical boss leaves is laundry and whatever else it takes to pass inspection. Regular duties resume Monday morning so don't celebrate my departure too long into the night.

Things are changing. There isn't enough time to tell you what they are this weekend but as soon as I can I will come out to update you. Our Order will be offering our skills to those in need in more areas. This will help us apply our knowledge and train new members. We will earn money by working as consultants to those companies seeking to make a change we feel good supporting. Those of you who wish to remain isolated and do research may continue. Any work off church property will be voluntary.

You can bring any questions or concerns you have to Brother Leif or Brother Petersen while they are here this weekend. Brother Murray will work with my new secretary to make certain anything troubling you gets addressed. She will be calling me at least twice a week. I'd introduce you but there wasn't time for introductions between us. The robed figure in my study next week will be her.”

“Sister Celeste.” my secretary said standing.

“Tonight I will be cooking dinner with the boys if Petersen leaves me standing. We'll do our best but I warn you Petersen did the shopping so I've no idea what we will be serving. Now if there aren't any more questions why don't we go get some lunch. I can barely remember the last time I had dessert.” I said and walked over to stand by the boys as the chapel emptied. Catching her arm I introduced Sister Celeste to the boys. She knelt to hug them and laughed when they kissed her cheek.

“Sorry, I forgot to warn you about that habit of theirs.” I apologized. “Leif there is no reason to make it seem so cowardly even if I was saving my butt by letting the boys kiss this pretty nun. You have no idea how proficient they are in wielding the tawes. Even our submissive Adam delivers a very sound thrashing on occasion. That's why I am eager to move them on to safer implements like the mace and broadsword.”

The boys chatted to Sister Celeste as we made our way back to the dining hall. Leif suggested I call my housekeeper now to give her time to prepare. I told her the only other person she could bring with her was Tracy who I wanted to introduce to Brother Murray and Sister Celeste. Rent a car I told her. When she started asking me about what monks needed in their rooms I handed the phone to Brother Murray. He agreed to work with Sister Celeste to compile a shopping list of stuff we needed when we did housekeeping this afternoon.

“Yes Adam there are members of our Order who specialize in gardening.” I said absently as he slipped under my arm. “Brother Murray is a great outdoorsman. He will know the others in our Order. Go ahead. Let me know how I can help when you've fleshed out the plot.”

“Sister Celeste in letting the boys and Brother Murray carry out the plot without any budget I save myself money. I tend to spend too much on things.” I confessed.

Petersen calmly told the boys he thought there were enough vegetables in the soup but didn't want to take any chances. Leif added it seemed a good idea to err on the side of excess when it came to the boys' vegetable and greens intake before the sparring started. Petersen told the if they ate enough he might even be able to walk to the dinner table on his own tonight. Adam promised to eat an extra spinach leaf on his behalf. Brother Murray praised him for his generosity and sacrifice. I saved half a cheesecake for afternoon tea.

Brother Michael gave me and the boys buckets with hot water and a scrubbing-brush. We would start with the chapel floor while the others cleaned the upper levels in the house. Everybody would spill out into the yard for tea before the sparring so they wouldn't walk over our wet floors. Brother Murray and Sister Celeste joined us in the chapel after they had placed the shopping order with my housekeeper.

When Brother Michael brought us fresh buckets of water I pulled him aside to ask why so many monks had patched robes. Small and barely discernible but being close to the ground I could notice them. Brother Michael told me he had requested new robes a while back but received a letter saying the funds weren't available. Hogwash I told him. Dylan called Lawrence to chat about robes and the best way to waterproof them for me.

“Tracy can teach them how to take measurements tomorrow and we can let him know the sizes and quantity Dylan.” I said. “Petersen use that fancy secure cellphone to get Garth on the line for me. Wake him. He will be waking others which will make him feel better.”

“That's impossible.” Garth said when I shared the news of a lack of funds. “There's always plenty for new robes. You want us to do what? I'm just checking. This is definitely something I want to hear you say twice. How much do you trust William? Implicitly is good. We may need his help. Christopher is waking Tim now.”

“You have six hours. Less will be better.” I said. “Now I have floors to go scrub and a sparring session. Oh, get Christopher to chat with Stephen but tell him not a word to anybody else. He has more than enough authority to clean his house. Now I must get on with cleaning mine. Sister Celeste this doubting Thomas has some questions for you to answer.”

Sister Celeste caught the phone and assured Garth I was on my hands and knees scrubbing floors. She laughed and agreed being near the boys' rear ends might have something to do with my eagerness. The boys grinned and wiggled their hips. Petersen laughed and retrieved his cellphone. Another crew would come by when the floor dried to finish cleaning the chapel.

We headed over to start on the third floor of the chapter house. While they cleaned the crews had lifted furniture off the floor so we made good time. Most of the monks returned when they finished cleaning the chapel to help us. Petersen supervised the others in preparing tea for all of us. My housekeeper had fielded a couple of calls for help on preparing some cleaning solutions. Finally I could stand. The first thing I did was scoop the boys up for a kiss. Then I grabbed a mug of English breakfast tea.

Petersen handed me a blackberry muffin and his secure cellphone. Surprisingly Stephen wasn't mad at me for getting the guys in Europe to hack into our computers in America. He actually complimented me and thanked me for having Christopher call him right away. William had suggested likely weak spots in the computer security based on how we set up our networks in America. Tim had focused on these and slipped right into a treasure trove of information. Getting all the information might take a couple of days but they could watch most of the people lining their pockets from what they'd uncovered so far.

Obviously this wasn't the first time members of the Order had sought to profit from their position so he knew how to deal with it. I told him we'd meet ahead of dinner so he could fill me in on Thursday. He agreed to check that other chapter houses hadn't slipped into bad habits like this one. Stephen promised to thank the boys for their work when he met them. He wished me well in my sparring.

Petersen refilled my mug with some grounding tea while I grabbed another muffin. Brother Murray and the boys took me out to the garden while the others gathered in our training area. Adam explained how all our work with gardens made this the first thing he noticed about a place. There is a lot of lawn and no vegetable garden or fruit trees I agreed. Brother Murray explained it was not surprising this hadn't been noticed because of our focus on the martial arts. I made a mental note to ask Stephen to check that it hadn't escaped notice at other chapter houses. Brother Murray told me it would be possible to blend elements of the Glen with a vegetable garden and orchard.

“Don't worry about the cost.” I said. “The Order has just uncovered some misappropriated funds. Submit an outline to Stephen early next week while he is filled with goodwill towards us. Now let me go see if I can avoid embarrassing my housekeepers.”

The boys were very excited to watch me spar. Brother Michael had brought my mace and war axe over to the cleared area. My three warm-up partners had all chosen the heavy mace. Using some of my Tai Chi sequences I got them off guard and disarmed them without much trouble. Petersen agreed to a warm up with the short sword and shield. These were the same used by the ancient Roman legionnaires except for upgrades in forging and steel. Thankfully my only other clothing was pants not armor because the shield was large and heavy.

Because we needed to finish warming up I stayed away from using any Tai Chi moves for a good thirty minutes. Petersen was close to being my equal in a fair fight which is why I brushed up on dirty tricks. Brother Michael watched us keenly as we fought and would let us know how sloppy were tomorrow. Then he would correct our mistakes and make us practice until he was certain we had improved.

Instead of meeting a downward slash with the front of my shield help up I held my shield at an angle and deflected the sword across my body down to the right. Leaning forward I held my shield above Petersen's sword and struck at his exposed right ribs with the flat of my blade. My shield blocked any chance he had of getting his sword up to defend himself. This wouldn't have worked in a battle because it would have left me exposed but in single combat with nobody to my left it worked perfectly.

While we were taking a break Brother Michael carried over the weapons from our wager. I led Petersen to my war-ax and suggested he take a close look. The ax was double-bladed with a thick band of metal running along the top edge of both blades. The band looked like it had taken a beating and their were a half-dozen notches in it. I thought he would think it strange there were three on each blade. Leif was also staring at it intently without commenting on the notches. Finally Morgan pointed them out and asked me about them.

Brother Michael laughed as Leif and Petersen blushed. He did agree the work was exquisite. On the surface they looked like simple notches caused by wear and tear. Looking closer you could see the notches were smooth on the inside. All these years Petersen had thought I caught the blade between the curve of the blade and the tang. This was understandable because between the blades there was a metal sheathed wooden spike. The sharp end extended well clear of the blades which I could use to stab an opponent. The third notch was close to the tang which made it look like that was what I was using.

Leif explained to the boys I still had to defend myself long enough to get in and catch the blade. This took a lot of skill even though the broadsword required strokes that were broad sweeps. A lot different from the strokes we'd used with our short swords and shields. Because my axe was so large a shield would get in my way. Brother Michael made the boys smile when he told them the two of us could put on a fair demonstration of how to use these weapons. Dylan asked him if he'd teach them how to use the weapons properly before I taught the boys some bad habits. Brother Michael promised he would show them how to use both weapons properly. Adam said they would pretend Petersen and me were Hollywood actors to spare him embarrassment. While Leif led them to a safe vantage point we moved to the center of the ring and Petersen strapped on his shield.

How strange it felt holding a bloody big war-ax in front of a guy with a broadsword while reciting mantras. The mantras took on another pitch and hue within me. I found this curious but before I could give it more thought Petersen swung at my head. Surprised by his attack I unconsciously slipped away using a Tai Chi step. My axe remained motionless in front of my right side and moved with the rest of my body. I avoided the second blow in a similar fashion. Petersen was watching me intently because I hadn't blocked or deflected his attack with my ax.

The bell mantra took on a very deep tone as I danced away from the strokes. The tip of the sword narrowly missed opening a line across my stomach. This time I remembered early on to smile inwardly. Letting my love for Petersen flow up through me caused another change in the pitch of the mantra. Now it had gone from a growl to a welcoming bark. I kept my face expressionless. My ax remained motionless as I waited for my opening. There would be one. I'd learned this from my mantra retreat.

Petersen picked up the pace. The strikes were a lot faster and came at me from different angles. Petersen was too good to set up a predictable pattern of strikes. I ducked beneath blows and jumped over blows directed at my legs. I nearly got caught between his thrust with the shield and crosscut but I rolled out and away from him. Slowly I worked my way closer to him. Sliding slightly forward as I dodged a blow. Then a little closer. One more step forward. This was where I wanted to be.

The pitch of the mantra lifted suddenly. This time I had pivoted forward and gotten right up against Petersen's body. My axe hooked his shield from the inside and dragged it out. My left arm wrapped around Petersen's sword arm to trap it in a lock. The metal sheathed spike rested lightly against the side of Petersen's neck. Leaning forward I French kissed a wide-eyed Petersen for a solid three minutes. Then I gently bit down on his lip.

“First blood.” I said softly. Then I stepped back and we saluted each other.

Leif stepped up and kissed me. He told me he was so aroused from watching us he needed some alone time with Petersen. Leif suggested I go take a shower with one or two of the boys. They decided I would have to shower with all three. Before he allowed Leif to drag him off Petersen hugged me close. I held him hard against me. Before I made my way tot he shower I wiped my ax and placed it in its case.

“We're headed over to my study so I'll have the boys help me.” I said to Brother Michael. “Thank you for the offer. Once we've showered we'll head straight to the kitchen. Hope you weren't too embarrassed in front of the boys.”

“I'll survive it.” Brother Michael said. Then he surprised me by wrapping me in a huge bear hug.

Morgan and Adam carried the case with my axe between them. Dylan reminded them there was a reason people called it a war-axe. He explained his job was to open the door for us weapon carrying manly men and run for help if needed. This led to another sing-along. Morgan's song of choice was “Brave Sir Robin” or rather “Brave Sir Dylan”. We finished singing it just as we finished getting undressed.

The primal nature of my contest with Petersen infused the fucking that took place in the shower. I let the energy continue to build as I lathered the three of them up. Dylan got fucked pinned with his face against the shower wall. His feet were off the ground as I thrust into ass. I let him curse and groan with pleasure between kisses. Keeping his head turned to the left and his right cheek against the wall. Reaching down I lifted Morgan up in my left arm. When I broke off a kiss with Dylan I kissed him as I listened to Dylan's cries of pleasure and a little pain. Throughout all of this Adam was eating my ass.

When I had finished fucking Dylan through his orgasm I let him slide down the wall. Folding Morgan in half I pressed his back against the wall and drove into him from underneath. Dylan shuffled over to kneel beneath us and play with my balls. I never kissed Morgan once from the moment I entered him. All I did was hold my face a couple of inches from his and stare at him intently as I fucked him. The boy was mine. He knew it. The boy would be discarded the moment he unloaded. He knew it. The boy could curse me with impunity. He knew it. Cursing he climaxed and before his curses trailed off he found himself discarded.

I'd pinned Adam beneath me and was giving him a solid fucking. Dylan had recovered so I had him fuck me. Lifting my torso up in a cobra pose I licked Morgan clean of his load. Morgan knelt over Adam's head when I finished and kissed me hungrily. I took Dylan's load in my ass. I pumped my cum into Adam's ass. I may have started ahead of Adam but we finished together.

Brother Murray found us still slumped in the shower coming down off our adrenaline rush. He had brought up a round of brandy for all of us. Leif had returned and told him I wouldn't mind the boys having a single. I told him this would get us downstairs and I'd appreciate it if he could set up a tray in the kitchen for us. The boys kissed me when I told him to refill all four glasses.

“We'd better find our way to the kitchen soon.” I said. “Serving dinner late is never a good idea.”

“After your show this afternoon most of our Order wouldn't notice if you didn't serve dinner at all.” Brother Murray said on his way out. “Especially the way you looked at the end.”

“What about the way I looked?” I asked.

“Dad what do you think happens to pants that get drenched with sweat?” Dylan asked. “Yes they cling. What happens to you every time you spar with weapons and lose yourself in the thrill of battle? Correct again. You get aroused.”

“I was fit to burst before I saw your standing there with your hard-on clearly outlined by those pants but when I did I nearly walked over and ripped them off you.” Morgan said.

“Dad, you came very close to unleashing an orgy out there.” Adam said as he handed us towels. “I was so close to getting it started. When you started fighting I was looking forward to you swinging your ax. I learned it was even hotter when you only used it once to hook his shield and strike at his neck.”

“That was so hot.” Morgan agreed giving Adam a high-five. “How do you roll with an ax so close to your body? I would have disemboweled myself.”

“There are ways.” I said quietly. “Petersen fought well. He is incredible with that broadsword. I wish I could come up with a gesture to show how much I admire his skill.”

“When you were learning your dirty tricks you learned some for all your favorite weapons didn't you?” Dylan asked as we dressed. “I know it was years ago but why not get in touch with the guy who beat you with a broadsword and see what he suggests.”

“Even spending time with somebody who loves the broadsword as much as him would be a great gesture.” Adam added. “I know you won't have forgotten who he was. Where did he live?”

“England but I think he moved to Scotland.” I said pulling a robe on. “That's a great idea guys. When Garth has finished playing cuber-sleuth he can track down the old codger.”

“Your Order is so full of voyeurs I'm sure they are watching him right now.” Morgan said. “Now let's go cook. You look good in your robe.”

“Anytime you start feeling tense we can slip under there and kiss it better without anybody knowing.” Adam said. “Very practical. I guess that's why priests like altar boys.”

Petersen was warming leftover bread and soup from lunch as a first course to tide us through until dinner. Instead of serving your regular stew I decided we'd make some savory meat pies. The boys drank their brandy under the curious gaze of a lot of monks. They acquitted themselves well. The monks and nuns insisted on helping with prep and the pastry.

“All I had to do was show them how much beer you bought them.” Leif said holding open the door to a walk in fridge filled from floor to ceiling with a variety of good British beers.

Everybody laughed when I pushed him into the fridge and closed the door behind us. When we stepped out of the fridge Petersen told him he knew he'd get a special kiss when he was buying the beer. I drank a mug of grounding tea with the boys before having a beer. The boys decided to wait a little longer before drinking a beer. I set them up at a burner with their own bowls of spice mix. Morgan and Dylan had a blend from Petersen. I made up a mix for Adam and me. The four pots would be enough to feed all of us. We'll serve a spinach salad on the side I told the boys. Bakewell tart with ice-cream would round off the meal.

While the stews cooked we enjoyed some soup, bread and beer. The monks and nuns made no attempt to hide their kisses or other displays of affection. I prebaked the pie shells to save time. Thanks to the help from the other monks it didn't take long to get the pastry rolled out and into pie tins. The boys carefully ladled the stew into the shells which got topped with pastry and placed back in the oven. Finally finished I allowed the boys to celebrate with a beer.

Adam came back in a few minutes later and handed me two beers. He told me it would be good if I shared a beer and a chat with Brother Murray on the deck. Brother Murray was feeling down because of the results of his physical assessment. I quietly shared my experience before and after the mantra retreat with Brother Murray. The frustration is the same I assured him no matter if it is a mantra, laziness or illness that weakens you. I took six weeks to get back to the point where I was feeling okay with my fitness level. Brother Murray promised to give himself six weeks. Speak to one of the Hospitallers about some herbs to help you deal with the frustration I suggested. Tonight you are under orders to get plenty of beer inside you I told him. You are also ordered to go find Adam and give him a kiss. Brother Murray told me both of those orders were unnecessary.

When we entered the kitchen the boys were marveling at the pies. Brother Murray surprised us all by giving Adam a very long thank you kiss. He assured Adam he was feeling better after his chat with me. Adam told him that was good because he'd hate working with a sad, grumpy monk on the school lunch project. Brother Murray joined in our laughter. I had Brother Murray bless our meal before we ate.

The evening service took place while the Bakewell tarts were in the oven. I got us back just in time take them out. Leif collected ten bucks he'd won by saying I didn't need a timer when it came to desserts. Thanks to our cleaning and the knowledge that new robes would soon be on their way people were more relaxed. They even danced with the boys. I played darts and drank lots of beer. Sister Celeste dragged me out for a dance and passed me on to several other partners. The boys just told me to spank them when I said I knew they were to blame. Oh it felt really good to spend time at a chapter house.