Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2007 11:33:43 +0100 From: Stuart Lees-Smith Subject: Adrian's Initiation Adrian had led a troubled life, with an endless desire to be the object of punishment. Daily beatings from various partners and Masters had led him to seek advice from his local priest, Father Damon. The advice was clear; he should seek solace from his evil temptations by joining a monastic order and the Father would make the necessary arrangements immediately. A few days later, a man turned up at his house -- he did not look like a monk, but was wearing a suit, more like a businessman. He introduced himself as Father Matthias and said that he always thought it appropriate to appear dressed out of their ritualistic clothing in public. He explained that Adrian would have to come to the doors of the Saint Petrus Monastery in the Scottish Highlands, with nothing. No baggage, no ID, no money and that he must close down all relationships with the outside world and say good bye to his friends and family. He had two days. Father Matthias explained that the Monastic Order of Saint Petrus was a coveted order for people that had led painful pasts and that their Motto was "In God we Trust". He explained that Adrian would lose his identity and become a Brother of the order, as long as he could pass the initiation rites. Adrian wondered what sort of initiation this would be, but said nothing. It would be best for it to be a surprise; and he was so happy that his sadomasochistic desires would be lost to the black hole of history. The next day, Adrian went to see his Father and explained that he would be immigrating to Australia and that he would not be coming back; he could not bear to tell the truth, it would be too painful. He went to a Speedway meeting that evening, a passion of his, and told his friends and former Masters that he was leaving to get treatment for his addiction. They all understood and wished him the best of luck. He was ecstatic with joy; his peers had given their blessing and to cap the day, his local team won! There would be no more Speedway for Adrian though; tomorrow he would get the train to Inverness and make the journey to Saint Petrus. The train journey was a long one and throughout the journey, Adrian wondered how he would get to Saint Petrus from the station in Inverness, as he had left his money and other belongings in the bin at Birmingham New Street station. He fantasised about his former masters and the pleasure they had given him whilst they thrashed him with canes, paddles, belts and anything else to hand. His penis pushed up his trousers as he reminisced over the rushes of ecstasy he gained from the beatings and he pictured his crimson red bottom glowing with pain. He tried to remind himself that this would be no more though and focused on the future of peace and gentle brotherhood that awaited. The train drew into Inverness and Adrian alighted on platform three; he noticed a man in monks clothing at the exit and walked towards him. "Adrian", said the monk, "I am Brother Stuart. I've come to meet you and take you to Saint Petrus". They walked to the station exit and Adrian expected a car or something; but there was nothing. Brother Stuart explained that the walk would be fifteen miles to Saint Petrus, in a secluded glen in the mountains. By the time they reached the gates of Saint Petrus, Adrian was exhausted; he had not had anything to eat or drink since leaving Birmingham, as he had no money. His feet were weary and his knees trembling with the fear of entering his new prison. "We have arrived", said Brother Stuart, as they approached a grand castle with a traditional moat and portcullis. Adrian was awe-inspired with the grandiose nature of the building. It was so beautiful. Brother Stuart blew a whistle and a small door opened in the much bigger main door to the castle. A hooded figure beckoned them in and they entered. "Goodbye CP", thought Adrian to himself as the door closed behind him. They walked across a courtyard, empty but for a horse that stood drinking from a trough, and entered a small door, down some steps and into a small room. There were no windows, it was cold and there was a damp smell in the air. "Wait here Adrian; Father Matthias will be with you shortly". He left and Adrian was all alone. Ten minutes later, the door to the room opened with a creak and a figure dressed in red robes entered. The man took down his hood and smiled. It was Father Matthias. "Dear Adrian, my boy!" He exclaimed. "I'm so glad you made the right decision. Welcome to Saint Petrus". Father Matthias explained that Adrian should put on the robes that he had brought with him and put his clothes in a box. He was not to wear any underwear; this was so that sexual demons could not harbour in his nether regions and that his freedom could be expressed. "Tonight, at eight o'clock, we begin your initiation into the order of Saint Petrus, my dear Adrian", said the Father. "Once this is over, you will become a Brother of the order. Before we begin, you will be introduced to the other Brothers, please, come with me". Adrian followed the Father out of the room and back up the stairs. The courtyard had filled with about fifteen other monks, all dressed in the same brown robes as Adrian. They were all introduced one by one. They were all about Adrian's age, in their late twenties except for one or two who appeared to be in their teens. Adrian eyed them all up and down and to his pleasure, noticed that they all had bulging crotches. "I'm imaging things", he thought to himself...if only he knew what was to come. Dinner was served at seven and Adrian was immensely relieved to eat and drink. He felt re-energized and ready for his journey from his sick past to a saintly future with the order. At Eight O'clock sharp, a bell sounded outside in the courtyard. "The time has come", said Father Matthias, "You are about to make the journey to the future of your life." A procession of monks lead Adrian from the main hall into a cavernous room; Adrian's heart jumped. Were those leather paddles on the wall? And there were whips and other items placed on different tables. No, he must be going mad, he thought. Father Matthias clicked his fingers and two of the monks took Adrian's hands. A third monk took out a studded dog collar and placed it around his neck. Then, everything changed. One monk tripped him over and he fell to the floor. Another put a dog lead on the collar and shouted "Before you become a monk, you must behave like a bitch, boy!" Adrian whimpered as the monk pulled him on all fours towards the other Brothers. By now they were taking off their robes and exposing immense members, throbbing with anticipation of a good initiation". Father Matthias approached Adrian with his leather bible in both hands. "Bow your head, dog", said the Father. Adrian complied, and then with the force of a thousand monks, Father Matthias beat his backside with the bible, over and over again. "By St. Peter's Penis!! By Saint Barnardo's Balls!! And by St. Josephs Jizm!!!" screamed the Father as he pounded Adrian's crimson bare arse. Then the others came forward and lashed out with whips and paddles. They chanted out loud, drowning Adrian's screams of pain. Father Matthias cursed as his bible fell to pieces with a particularly heavy whack and threw it to one side. While the others continued to pound and whip Adrian with their tools, their members growing stiffer and redder all the time, Father Matthias returned with a burning candle, some 18 inches long and 5 wide. Three monks massaged it with wax and oil as two others held Adrian down. The beating continued and as Father Matthias read out text in Latin, Brother Angelis, a young lad, with a penis bigger than all the others, pushed the candle into Adrian's rear. "By the glory of Saint Petrus", he exclaimed "let Adrian's vast temple of Sodom, take this offering". The pain was more than Adrian had ever felt before as the giant candle burnt and slid slowly into his orifice. He felt like he would be split in two, but at the same time, the other monks increased the force of their beatings. Adrian screamed, until Brother Angelis, satisfied that the candle had found its place, thrust his giant cock into Adrian's gaping mouth. The other monks ceased their beating and begun masturbating. As Brother Angelis thrust in and out, Father Matthias removed the candle, leaving a gaping hole in the centre of Adrian's crimson red bottom. One by one, the monks approached the gaping cavern and expelled their seed into his hole, with every orgasm, came a giant leather paddle administered by Father Matthias. After thirteen Brothers had filled the gaping hole with a magnificent puddle of come, Father Matthias thrust the candle back in, pumping the jizm deep inside Adrian's body. With this excruciating pain, Brother Angelis screamed in ecstasy, neighing like a horse as his huge member spouted mouthfuls of jizm into Adrian's mouth. He swallowed what he could and the rest seeped from his mouth. As Adrian's mouth was relieved of Brother Angelis' cock, the candle was expelled from his arse and each brother, one by one, got down to the ground and drank from the gaping hole. Finally, as a last paddle beat his glowing arse, Adrian came to climax himself, straight into Father Matthias' mouth which was poised waiting for the steaming cum. They all rose and put on their robes. "That, my boy was your initiation. Welcome to the Order of Saint Petrus", said the Father as they left Adrian in a pile on the floor, his face smiling like he had gone to Heaven.