Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2006 12:00:33 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Closured Order 08/10 (sf - fiction)

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THE CLOSURED ORDER
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on June 18th 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE CLOSURED ORDER" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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CHAPTER 8 - TRAVEL COMPANION

Early in the morning Jarvis and Fresth left the Convivium on their
horses. For many miles they rode side by side in silence. Then the
Novice asked, "Are you angry with me, Professed?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Really, I'm not."

"Would you like me to... to disappear?"

"What do you mean?"

"Not to see me any more."

"And how could you do that?"

"I could manage that, I think."

"Don't talk nonsense. The Regent entrusted you to me, at this point I am
responsible for you."

"I will try not to be a burden to you."

"That would be almost impossible, Fresth. But this is not your fault."

"Nor your fault, either."

"I should not have asked you to make love."

"I would have asked you, if you had not. When I saw you, I asked to tend
the maple garden..."

"You did?"

"I felt so incredibly attracted to you right away. At first it was just
physical attraction. Really, but then..."

"But why come with me? You know that I can no longer make love with you,
don't you?"

"I know, and I'm not asking you to."

"I don't understand you, Fresth."

"At times the love of the heart is so strong that is able to win over
that of the body, to keep it under control."

"Is it not painful, for you?"

"Not so much as to triumph over the bliss of being near you."

Jarvis said nothing and they rode some more miles in silence. Then
Jarvis said, "Let's stop and get down from our horses."

"Do you feel hungry? Do you want me to fix something? I have plenty of
provisions."

"That's not a bad idea, but I have to talk with you. Since I have to
take you with me, you have to know the real aim of my journey, so that
you will not unwittingly be a hindrance to me."

"The real aim?" the boy asked with a vaguely surprised expression, but
showing interest.

They dismounted. Fresth tied their horses to a tree and they sat on the
grass. Then Jarvis explained his project to the boy in detail. Fresth
listened with rapt attention, engrossed. From time to time asking
questions.

At the end, he asked, "Then, the ideal Convivium that you hinted to me,
is your real aim?"

"That is so."

"And making love, as you did with me, is just a ruse to make those who
like their own gender talk to you freely."

"Not just for that, honestly. I liked you, and the others, very much.
But certainly this one was one of the reasons. Are you disappointed in
me, now?"

"Disappointed? On the contrary! But why do you say that my presence will
hinder you? In the various Convivia we visit, I will most certainly put
in to sleep with the Novices, so you can have all your contacts freely
as before. And, I can even help you at times, in one-way or another.
Both as I can talk with the Novices and discover other points for you,
also because you will have in me a trustworthy person on whom you can
count. Don't you think?"

"Well, yes, possibly. But we have to be extremely careful when making
this inquiry. I wasn't so careful, at least with you. Luckily your
Regent is an understanding and wise person. Not everyone is so; in some
Convivia people like us live in a hell of worries, suspicions, fears.
And in those places one has to move with utmost caution."

"Yes, I understand. Will you take me with you when you found your
Convivium?"

"Do I have another choice?" Jarvis smiled.

"You will have in me a faithful and sincere collaborator..."

"I have no doubt of that."

"Don't worry so much then, come on! You'll see that you'll barely even
notice my presence. I will not be a burden to you, a hindrance. I swear
it!"

Jarvis looked at him and, for the first time since the island's episode,
he realized that he had smiled at him. The Novice answered with a smile
and started to fix their meal. They ate and Jarvis showed him on the map
the route they would take, then they resumed their journey. Along the
way Jarvis told the boy about his previous visits. It was late evening
when they reached Donated's Convivium. They were welcomed, Jarvis was
given a cell and Fresth was relegated to the dormitory for Novices.

The Donated were mainly doctors and nurses, or social assistants. Where
there was suffering, pain, they were present and available. Therefore
they spent the most of their time out of the Convivium. The Donated
Convivia were always built in places at equal distance from built-up
areas, to cover the broadest possible zone with their presence. At times
Candidates and Novices accompanied and assisted the United in their
mission, but they mainly studied and prepared under the guide of the
Masters. When they became Acolytes, they were already skilled nurses.
Most of them continued their studies and became doctors, surgeons,
dentists, chemists, and psychologists and so on, according their
talents, and then became Professed. The best amongst them then became
Masters. It was a kind of pyramidal structure with many Acolytes as it's
base. To pass to a superior level, age was not at all important, but
just the knowledge and the skill.

The atmosphere in this particular Convivium was tranquil. The ceremonies
in common reduced to the minimum, the main common moment was in the
morning at dawn, when all the united present in the Convivium gathered
in the Great Hall to repeat, all together, the "oath of assistance". For
the rest, the free time from service was mainly spent in studies or in
training, individual or in small groups, in the research or in the
preparation of the medicines. The Convivium had a large herb garden
where they grew medicinal herbs and plants. Moreover at times groups of
United left to tend the wild herbs that were not possible to grow in
their garden. They also exchanged, amongst their various Convivia, herbs
and medicaments, and also the results of their research.

Jarvis detected an indefinable tension despite the outward appearances
of calm. It was decidedly different from other Convivia he had visited.
He was not able to single out anybody with whom he could try a possible
approach. There was a Professed, really handsome and attractive, called
Haine, who made him think, from some slight signs in his actions, his
glances, that he could try him. However something held him back. He
could feel there was something dangerous in that man, even if he was not
able to put his finger on it. The man was always very kind, perhaps even
too much so, smiling, self-assured. He was evidently respected in the
Convivium. He was a very good surgeon and it was said that he would soon
become a Master; notwithstanding he was only twenty-seven years old. His
tunic was always impeccable, well ironed, the white was pure and the
green spotless. He seemed to have a very good relationship with the
Regent, a wiry, tall man in his fifties, and an expert chemist Master.

At one point Jarvis thought that they could possibly be lovers. Jarvis
attempted some discreet approaches with a few members of the Convivium,
but always without any success. When he lead their talk to the ground he
desired to explore, he received answers ranging from the statement that
in their Convivium the problem didn't exist, to those who told that it
could possibly exist, but they never heard anything on the subject. In
the Convivium Archives, Jarvis discovered something really unusual and
interesting - for the entire period of the current Regent and of the two
before him, no sexual crime had been reported! Sufficiently odd to make
him suspect. There could be a "live and let live" even superior to that
he found in Fresth's Convivium, or everything was covered up for some
obscure reason. Instinctively Jarvis leaned more toward this second
reason, but he was not able to scratch through the atmosphere of
apparent normality that reigned in the place.

After they had been there a week, one afternoon while he was walking in
the herb garden, Fresth caught up with him and entreated him,
"Professed, can we go for a short stroll outside?"

"What? Certainly." Jarvis answered reading an urgent invitation in the
boy's eyes.

When they were outside, at a safe distance from the buildings, Fresth
said, "I don't like this Convivium at all."

"You too find it strange?"

"More than strange. The Regent, Master Soha, and Professed Haine hold
everybody and everything in their fist, inside there."

"What do you mean?"

"It is enough to have three witnesses to have a person beheaded for
sexual crimes, isn't it?"

"Yes. So then?"

"There is an ironclad pact among the three. They share the novices."

"Share? Do you mean that they force the novices to have sex with them?"

"Precisely so - five Haine, four the Regent and four Master Soha. From
time to time they choose a novice and take him to do research... I let
you guess of what kind. If they try to oppose, they would be 'caught' by
the three men in sexual intimacy with one of the candidates..."

"But nobody has ever been reported."

"Of course! Nobody wants to lose his head, it's better to lose his
virginity, don't you think?"

"Are the Candidates also involved in this scheme?"

"Partially, but I don't have the numbers. And even the Acolytes and
Professed, I think."

"How do you know all this?"

"A Novice. He sleeps near me. I liked him and so in the dark one night,
I reached out my hand to touch him. For a while he let me have my way,
but then blocked me and pushed me back. The next day he acted as if
nothing happened. So, on the following night, I tried again - it went on
like the previous night. But on the third night it was he to touch me. I
let him continue and after a while I touched him. But then again, he
made me stop.

"The day after, while I was helping him to pick herbs in the garden, he
whispered, without looking at me, 'take the herbs to acolyte Malko. If
he is alone, tell him I sent you and ask him if you can see the
distilleries. And do as he tells you.' Because of the urgent way he
whispered it, I complied. The Acolyte told me to follow him. He took me
to the distillery, made me climb on the scaffolds supporting the big
serpentine, we passed a catwalk and we were in a kind of barrow room
from which the water fluxes are regulated. He told me to wait there and
pinched my ass, winking to me. A while later I heard someone coming. It
was the Novice, and we made love.

"Later he explained to me that Malko let the novices use that small room
and in exchange they have to let him fuck them. Then he told me about
professed Haine and the other two. It seems that it all works in this
way here. The three men are interested only in boys between seventeen
and twenty - before that and after they leave them in peace. But they
control everybody - they know about Malko, as they know that when Master
Pille gives his lesson on anatomy he always chooses a model on which to
explain from 'live' and then, when all the other students leave, he
fucks his model."

"You're saying that here, everybody does it?"

"No, there are also those who don't. But they keep silent; otherwise
they could be reported by the three accomplices and beheaded. In any
case all the Novices have to 'sleep' in their beds."

"But if three United of the Convivium allied against them, they could
pay them back with their same currency, couldn't they?"

"No. Rumor is that six years ago three Acolytes tried this. The regent
reported that they had fled, they disappeared. No trace of them was ever
found."

"Do you mean... that they killed them?"

"Perhaps... Or possibly this is just a story artfully spread by the trio
of accomplices to scare the others, who knows. But I think we would do
well to leave this place!"

"Six years ago, you said? I would like to check to see if there is a
record of this in the archives. And then we will leave."

In the archives he found the report of the three disappearances - on the
same day, the thirteenth month of seven years before, the three young
acolytes disappeared from the Convivium. The report said that there had
been a search made for them, but they were not found and concluded
saying that for some unknown reason the three youths evidently wanted
leave the Order and not to be found. Jarvis shuddered with horror. He
left the Convivium with Fresth as soon as possible. But he annotated the
fact and told himself he had to find a way to stop such abuse of power
and the crimes. He had to talk with Trake about this also, as soon as he
got back. Since he left both Fresth's Convivium and the Donated one
before the allotted time, he was one month ahead of his schedule. He
thought to stay longer in the Righteous' Convivium where he had to pass.
And possibly one of them could help him by giving him some hints about
the serious problem.

Fresth interrupted his thoughts, "It was a nightmare, in there.
Especially for the Novices. Just waiting to be summoned at any moment,
'go, be ready, I want you, now!' Not even being allowed to refuse.
Gerog, the novice, in order to be free to make love with me, later had
to be fucked by that fat Acolyte. And he has to undergo Haine's hunger
as well. He said that Haine is not bad, in bed. But the way... 'Do that,
do this, spread your butts, suck my pole...' as if they were just
slaves. Isn't all this horrible?"

"Yes, it is."

"Gerog is a sweet boy, he doesn't deserve such a life."

"Nobody deserves such a life. But, tell me, did you like Gerog?"

"A handsome boy, filled with desire to be able to really make love, and
not just to fuck. But in there sexuality is debased, rather a
depravity."

"What would you do, if you had to live in that Convivium?" Jarvis asked,
still trying to assess the boy.

"I'm afraid I would adapt as all the others have done, I would have to
suffer it. I'd try to cut away a little corner not to die inside. The
way Gerog does - during the night he often holds hands with his
neighbor, while they fall asleep."

"Are they lovers?"

"No, they are just friends, they really do care for each other. At times
they go to make love in the distillery, paying in turn for the use of
that narrow room. His friend belongs to the Regent, who seems even to be
a somewhat violent man, in bed. Amongst them there is a novice that none
of them like. He too belongs to the Regent. He does all he can to please
him, he possibly hopes to become another Haine, later."

"You discovered more in a few days than I could achieve in one month.
You were very good." Jarvis said. The boy smiled, pleased.

When they reached the Convivium of the Righteous, Jarvis talked about
the problem of the abuse of power and of bullying with a young Master.

The man listened to him, then said, "Unhappily there is little that
could be done, unless all the united of that Convivium rebel at once.
Whoever is reported cannot report another, according to the law. But if
he, who make a report was reported by other people with the accusation
of falsehood, something could be done. Certainly, the law demands that
the report has to be done by three eyewitnesses just to avoid abuses of
power, but if the three who make the report had previously agreed on a
false statement, there is little that could be done. By the way, what
else can be done? The fact that the law asks for three witnesses allows
many to escape justice. And anyway this is the law and cannot be
changed. The law is perfect. The only thing we can do is to apply it
correctly - this is the task of us Righteous. God gave us the law
because he knows that humankind is weak and tends to do wrong."

"If the law about sex crimes didn't exist, those three would not be able
to use their perverse power."

"Don't talk nonsense, or rather heresy," the man's face turned to almost
a scowl as he continued, "The law is right. It is man who is corrupted
and takes advantage of it. If the laws about the sex crimes didn't
exist, the entire world would be transformed into a huge pigsty,
understand me! The family would disappear, the family that is the basis
of our society. Soon then the whole of our civilized society would
disappear. It is better that things like those you told me happen, than
our society disappear. Those three are the exception that proves the
rule."

"But law is duped in a thousand ways. Do you think, for instance, that
all the adulterous people are caught and beheaded?"

"Oh no, certainly not. The ones caught are just one in ten. But thanks
to this law adulterous people are but a minority. If there was not this
law, there would be more adulterous people than faithful couples,
believe to me."

"Can this not be only because the couples don't choose each other, but
almost always the parents decide for them? Can this not be so?"

"The Encounter Festival is held exactly for this purpose, so that the
two young people who would marry could choose each other. But if they
decide to choose according to their parents preferences, this just means
that they trust their parents' advice."

"Or rather that the parents have the means to force their children to
choose as they want."

"Ah, Professed Jarvis, you should think on just being a good mystic and
don't try to understand what is right and what wrong - leave that to us
righteous!" the Master concluded.

Jarvis bent in acquiescence - it was totally useless continuing this
discussion.

Two days after that discussion, Master Sawar, after lunch, approached
Jarvis, "Professed, do you have time for two words?"

"Certainly."

"Come to the library, at this time we can talk in peace." Jarvis
followed him. They sat near the window looking at the Convivium facade.

"I heard you had a long colloquy with Master Gassel."

"Yes, an interesting conversation."

"I see. Master Gassel told us, you see. I wanted to tell you, you
possibly were wrong in your choice, talking with him..."

"I was wrong? I don't understand..."

"Don't be alarmed. What I meant is that you probably thought that Master
Gassel, being the youngest among us, was also the most open-minded. It
is not so - not all of us Masters, in here, share his orthodoxy on
principle. He is a valuable Master, without a doubt, but you touched a
subject that concerns him personally, about which he is particularly
sensitive and inflexible."

"That of the abuse of power in the Convivia?"

"No, not that, but adultery. The reason why master Gassel asked to be
admitted to the Righteous Order is because he had to witness the many
adulteries of both his parents, and this always embittered him very
much. For a long while, when a child, he thought about finding two
witnesses to report them, but he never found the nerve to do that, and
he never forgave himself. Since then, he is particularly severe, just
for this reason, towards all the so-called sexual crimes. Moreover, to
make the situation even worse... When he was a Novice, he was not in
this Convivium. Where he was, he fell in love with another Novice. He
knew it was a crime, but he felt more and more attracted to his
companion. And do you know how he solved his problem? He went to see the
Regent and reported himself, so he was moved here. Do you see?"

"Oh my God, it is almost absurd! Therefore he should be particularly
severe about eventual sexual crimes that could happen in the
Convivium..."

"Well, the interesting point is this - he seems to be the only one here
to be completely unaware of what happens."

"Do you mean?"

"As you certainly know very well at times among Novices, and not only
among them, relationships develop of more intimacy than what it is
presumed to be. He is sure that nothing like this happens here..."

"Those couples, I guess, are extremely discreet."

"Of course they are very discreet, but everybody knows, for instance,
that the reason why in the sharing of the tasks, very often couples
offer themselves as volunteers to clean the facade's statues. Do you
see, those there?" he pointed. "To go to clean them they have to climb
up using a wooden ladder that they bring up with them to go from one
level to the upper one. And up there, behind the group representing
Galil dictating the law to his disciples, there is a small room that in
ancient times, before that marble group was put there, hosted the
mechanism of a clock. At that time it was possible to access that small
room from the interior, but then, when the clock was taken away, the
door was closed with a wall. So the now empty little room is really
comfortable and safe for those couples going there to clean... it became
the classical 'appointed place'. There is also a rumor that somebody
even placed a mattress there," the Master said giggling, "but this is
not true. At times Master Gassel offers himself as a volunteer also, but
then nobody else offers to help him. And he is amazed he always has to
do the cleaning of the facade alone! He is really naive."

"Couldn't he possibly hope that somebody offers himself to be with him
in that room?"

"Once someone tried it, just once. He escaped a report only because he
played his cards smartly. When Gassel understood what the other wanted
from him, he was indignant, and threatened to report him. The other
pretended to be more indignant than him and accused him of
misunderstanding what he meant, and in his turn threatened to report
Gassel for harassment."

"And nobody never reported a member of this Convivium?"

"Just once, some years ago. The reported United was moved... Nothing
tragic."

"But, from what you know, are there many transgressions in your
Convivium?"

"No more than in others. The usual twenty-five or thirty percent? The
price that any Convivium has to pay to exist. So many men living only
and always among men... Who enter in the United not for a specific
celibate choice, but for a thousand different reasons... You can't help
it, it becomes unavoidable. As long as it remains on a level not
scandalous and not of abuse, it is a personal concern of the
individuals. Of course nothing is done to encourage that kind of
practice, on the contrary... But it is useless to be too puritan!"

"Are there more 'appointed places', from what you know?"

"Oh, people's imagination is boundless. And to do that kind of thing,
one doesn't need much space nor time. What is the appointed place in
your Convivium, for instance?"

"The oven and the cistern, on occasion of their cleaning."

"Water and fire, the symbols of purity. Isn't this ironic? Here it seems
that, besides the clock's cell, they use the laundry drying place, when
it is out to dry, of course."

Jarvis told Fresth about his discussion, the boy nodded, "Yes, I got the
same information in the Novitiate. And they also use the Medium Hall."

"The Medium Hall? It doesn't seem to me one of the safest places..."

"A novice told me that during the long lectures of the Pandects, it is
enough that two people wanting to have sex manage to be assigned one of
the small loggia on the third floor after the last pillar, be it the one
to the extreme left or right. Then, as long as they remain leaning out
of the baluster, they can safely touch each other and even penetrate
each other, and they just cannot give each other head, because from
below only one head would be seen... The pillar hides them from the view
of the near loggia on the same floor."

"But what if someone arrived there while they are doing it?"

"All during the lecture no one can move for any reason, as the wooden
flooring creaks too much. Therefore, as long as the lecture lasts, the
couple is safe."

"Did you make love with that novice?"

"No. He has an Acolyte lover for two years now. But we exchanged
confidences. And you? Did you make love with someone?"

"No, with no one."

"Well we still have a month to stay here, don't we?" the boy merrily
said. But until a week before they left it seemed that there was nothing
doing, even if they managed to gather several indiscretions and
confidences.

The United were all in the Main Hall for a ceremony to which Jarvis and
Fresth were not invited. So Jarvis thought to take advantage of that to
go and bathe. Of course the large bathroom was deserted. He undressed,
went to the small room for the ablutions, soaped and rinsed himself,
then went to the waterfall room. He lay down on the wide tub so that he
was just under the pelting of water, enjoying its agreeable massage on
his skin. He was there for a few minutes when he heard the door opening.
He looked - a real hunk, a young man was entering and he recognized it
was Verseh, an acolyte. He looked at him with admiring eyes, and became
aroused. Verseh, with an elegant gait, stepped over the brim of the wide
tub and sank in the water. Then, lazily looking around saw Jarvis and
waved him a greeting. Jarvis waved back. Then Verseh stood up and went
closer to the young man. Jarvis couldn't avoid noticing the half
erection that was bouncing between the young man's thighs.

"I thought I would be alone." Verseh said with a smile.

"Don't you take part to the ceremony?"

"I am exempt as I just came back from a mission. After a journey a good
bath is the ideal thing, isn't it?" the acolyte said standing in front
of him, almost as if he was not conscious, or uncaring, of his half
aroused state.

Jarvis couldn't avoid giving the beautiful member, a glance from time to
time, and he too became aroused. Verseh bent down to take some water in
his hands and poured it on his chest, massaging it lightly. Then said,
"Can you make me some room under the fall?"

"Oh, you can have my place," Jarvis said standing up. He noticed the
fast glance of the other between his legs. Then the acolyte, looking
straight in his eyes, said with a light smile, "No, please, there is
enough room for both of us. We just have to sit down very close..." and
sat down inviting Jarvis to follow suit. Jarvis sat down again.

"Come nearer, or you will not fully enjoy the fall - it doesn't bother
you, does it?" Verseh said with a wider smile. Their bodies were now
touching, shoulder-to-shoulder and leg-to-leg.

"No, on the contrary..." Jarvis murmured. The Righteous, under the
water, stretched out his hand and leaned it on Jarvis' thigh, "Is this
massage agreeable on the skin?"

"Very much."

Verseh caressed his companion's thigh moving up towards his genitals,
"Do you like it?"

"Very much..." Jarvis repeated.

Verseh reached his member, now fully erect, seized it and started to
gently move his hand up and down, "Isn't it beautiful bathing in this
way?"

"Very good, indeed," Jarvis sighed then added, "but what if somebody
comes?"

"Come with me, then."

"Where?

"Come."

Naked, the two young men left the tub, Verseh opened a small door, they
climbed a staircase and were on the roof.

"The tanning deck. It is somewhat cold this time of year, but we can
warm each other, can we not?"

"Is it safe, here?"

"It is. I locked the door." The Acolyte said taking Jarvis in his strong
arms and pulling him towards himself, he kissed him on the mouth, with
lust.

Jarvis brushed his body against that of the other, searching with his
erection that of his companion. Verseh pushed him on the floor mat and
lay on top of him.

"How do you like making love?"

"In all ways," Jarvis murmured.

"Good, let's do it in all ways, then. We have plenty of time." The young
man said gliding up and down on his body, licking and caressing it.

Jarvis turned under him so that he could reach the acolyte's erection
just as the young man started to lick his member. They licked, sucked
each other, then Verseh opened his way with his tongue between Jarvis'
thighs from behind his testicles, until he reached the hole. He then
started to lick it with extreme skill. Then he spread Jarvis' thighs and
slipped between them, folded the Professed's body putting him in
position and pushed the tip of his hard, strong member against the
waiting hole. The mystic relaxed looking at the strong, athletic body
that was about to take him. Verseh sank inside him, softly moaning with
pleasure. Jarvis felt him enter, thick and long, felt it invade him,
open its way inside him in a steady motion.

"You're mine, man!" Verseh murmured forgetting the formal words he
should use towards the Professed.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes, you really are a great specimen. A shame you are about to leave."

"Why did you make up your mind only today?"

"I didn't know, before, I aroused you so."

"And how did you know, just now?"

"The way you looked at me, and how you became aroused for me."

"You are one of the handsomest men I ever saw." Jarvis murmured.

Verseh was now pumping inside him vigorously; "I like the way you let me
fuck you - you are relaxed, but you also make me feel that you like it."

"And I like how you are fucking me. You must have all the men you want,
inside here!"

"I can't complain, but I like you a lot."

"Why?"

"You are virile even while you are being fucked. And I like a real man.
Not those like Gassel who seems so manly but then when in bed they only
crave to be fucked and do little screams like half women."

"Gassel? Do you take Gassel?"

"At times. Did you know that even when he was twenty-seven, he was still
a virgin? But now let's just think only to enjoy this splendid
occasion." The young man said resuming to pump inside him with real
gusto.

Jarvis really liked the way Verseh was taking him. When the acolyte felt
near his orgasm, pulled Jarvis' head to himself and kissed him in his
mouth, sucking at his tongue. He soon came holding him convulsively
against himself and unloading inside him. Jarvis also held him tightly,
tossing under him to increase their pleasure.

Then, without waiting to relax, Verseh rolled on his back taking Jarvis
on top of him, "Take me, now! I'm longing to feel your beautiful cock
fucking me. Go on!" he said girdling his waist with his legs and pulling
against him, offering him his body. Jarvis hurried himself not to
disappoint his companion. He entered him with a single, concerted push.

Verseh emitted a satisfied sigh and smiled in bliss, "Go on, fuck me and
try not to cum too soon. Make me feel all of it, make me enjoy it!" he
urged, his voice hoarse with pleasure and with a wide smile.

Jarvis did his best and didn't disappoint him. They dressed once more
and went out, then Verseh told him how he conquered the irrepressible
Master who now was dying for him.

"Nobody suspects about you two?" Jarvis asked him.

"No, of course. I'm not interested in spoiling his reputation. That's
enough for me having tamed him. And giving him matter to meditate about
his opinions. I like him physically, I just hope to be able to make him
somewhat more manly, in bed."

"Where do you meet, to make love?"

"At his place. A couple of times each month, on the pretext of taking
him some documents for his research. Because nobody suspects him, nobody
can guess what I really go to do with him. But you, man... oh, sorry,
you Professed Jarvis, tell me something about yourself, about your life.
I am really curious about you."

Jarvis and Fresth left that Convivium some days later, after the
Professed succeeded in withdrawing again a few more times with Verseh,
with whom, after making love, talked about his Ideal Convivium.

They continued their long tour, visiting the other scheduled Convivia,
until it was time to go back to Jarvis' Convivium. In all these months,
even if at times he had the possibility, Jarvis never made love with
Fresth again, nor did the boy ask him and neither did he let him know
that he desired it.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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