Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2018 11:37:53 -0500
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Chosen (Edited)
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Chapter 1.  Pox

Chosen Child.  That's me!

When I was a kid, I was chosen and lived a blessed life.  Really!  My life
was perfect.

My parents were in a small group of people who lived an unusual lifestyle
and were completely devoted to it.  No tele or radio, magazines or standard
western literature in our homes, but we lived on the edge of a large city
near woods and streams to explore and lots to do.  Our sect practiced a
very open lifestyle, Mom said, and we used a lot of experiential learning -
like the time I ate too many persimmons.  That was an awful lesson!

We didn't have too many rules, but we had to practice our reasoning and
show we could think ahead before we could play alone or go wandering around
on our compound.  Kids weren't allowed into town without adults with them,
but we weren't so curious about going into the city because it was dirty
and dangerous.  Our community was like a private town of our own with a big
wire fence around the outside of our property.

Although we were considered "progressive" among the other sanctuaries, the
bishop said it was only common sense to take care of our land and use
high-tech stuff to keep our community safe.  That idea also made school
better - all of our classes were online - all sent from Talixa.  That's our
main sanctuary - Talixa.

There were plenty of other kids in our sanctuary and I had lots of friends.
All kids could stay at other kid's houses for dinners, sleepovers and
sometimes we got to make candy and different treats in the big kitchen in
the main sanctuary.  We had hayrides, made kites and toys and we swam
together - we had lots of fun and a barn with a huge place to play and make
up games.  Our sanctuary had several orchards where we helped pick
sometimes and we kept several large food gardens.  Everyone helped with the
harvests and preserving the food for the community pantry.  Anyone in our
town could get free food there, except kids that wanted to eat all the
fruit and goodies.  We know because we tried. The bishop heard about our
attempt and decided that the pantry needed snacks for kids and we could go
and get a baggie with crackers and fruit anytime we wanted.  Cool!

The community had several dogs that everyone owned; there were cats - too
but you know how cats are.

The elders of our church wanted to make sure we had lots of activities and
good childhood memories and we did.

***


Don't think the elders, men or women, got to act like big shots all the
time!  As kids, we knew them as neighbors, and close family friends.  We
all knew their names and their kids all went to the same schoolhouse, so we
were like a big family.  Most elders had jobs in town, and some elders had
lots of children.  Some were single and didn't want kids - either way; they
were all very kind to each other and considered all the kids their own.

Rules for kids were usually the same rules for adults in our sanctuary.
Kids got to take time away from their parents.  Adults got to take time off
too.  Because sometimes adults need breaks, Mom would take off and stay
with the women, and sometimes Dad would stay in the men's house for a while
- but if visitors or a family came to visit, everyone had to move around
between the houses.

When adults had to timeout and think about why they got upset or
frustrated.  The other members helped them find a way to calm down and go
on with their lives peacefully.  Like if my dad got grouchy or tearful, I
went with him to the men's house to stay for a few days.  We visited with
the men staying there and I got to sleep with Dad on a hammock when I was
little.  As I got older, though, Dad didn't have to "time out" often, but
Dad always kept me with him when he wasn't working in town.  He was
teaching me everything.

Staying with the men was fun - even though their house smelled funky.  They
didn't keep it so clean but they made chili almost every night - sometimes
hot dogs, and popcorn every night.  The elders encouraged this kind of
helping to keep our community strong.  It must've worked pretty well; I
couldn't remember any fights or yelling among any members of the sanctuary.
We were taught to comfort each other - peace was our number one priority.

***


Everyone ran the sanctuary together, led by the elders.  That meant when
the kids asked for a playground, everyone, including all the kids - even
the toddlers, came together and built a big play area behind the sanctuary
building.

Dad and I hooked up the little pieces of plastic pipe while Mom planted
trees for tree houses and rope swings in a few years.  She planted a
mulberry tree for me!

Some of us kids wanted a big, tall place to climb and the adults made one!
It took four months of everyone working on the weekends, but the playground
it was huge with lots of space and full of fun things like swings and
slides and playhouses and a whirler.  We got a place to play ball and a lot
of cool stuff.  All the kids had a party when Dad turned on the water
squirters we made.  That was great fun in the summer and we could turn it
on and off ourselves.  No permission required because Dad and I made it
reuse the water!

No adults allowed in the playground.  Everything was kid-sized and the best
ever!  It was so good, we made a video and sent it to Talixa.

Seems our sanctuary became very popular, we had a lot of new members when I
first started school.  Most of the new members were refugees or immigrants
and that was great!  They had lots of different food and shared it with us
after every service and brought lots of interesting things and ideas from
Asia and South America.  There were lots more kids, too.

My life was perfect!

***


After I just started school in the fall I caught a common childhood illness
- chicken pox.  Most the parents in our sanctuary didn't vaccinate their
children, so lots of other kids got it at about the same time.  Covered
with itchy spots that became oozy sores for about a week was hard, but
that's when my Dad thought I could be a Chosen Child.

During the pox, I was feverish and sleepy.  Dad came into my room, gathered
me in his arms and began asking for my health to return.  The first day he
just meditated and looked over my pox and took a photo of my back.  The
second day, with orders from Mom, he dabbed some kind of paste on my sores.
Mom made an herbal remedy and told Dad it would help stop the itching.

He took another photo - seemed like there was something strange on my back
- he said it looked like a sign.  He showed me the photo of a reddish-pink,
two-inch circle with two lines down the center.  I didn't know what that
was about - he didn't either.

Dad wasn't a medically inclined guy, but he was making sure my skin didn't
get scars and pits, I guessed.  He gently dabbed the paste on to me, then
placed his hands on my back, asking for a blessing in the ancient language
of our beliefs.  Then I had to turn over.  As his hands came to my groin, I
gasped.  It felt so good when his fingers inspected my penis and scrotum
but I was too sick to do anything about it.  To my surprise, he pushed my
legs apart and inspected me for spots between my legs and took another
photo.

"That's strange.'" He whispered.  "Two almost concentric circles."

The fifth day of my pox he brought me some juice and insisted I drink it
while he inspected my skin.  "These spots are almost gone.  Time to be
healthy again, start waking up son.  C'mon, get on my lap, and I'll hold
you while you finish your juice, then you're going to get up and have
breakfast with me or off to the doctor."

Well, that got me sitting up and drinking my juice!  I didn't want to go to
any doctor!  He kissed my hair while he stroked my legs.  He took some more
pictures and sent them to someone.  While I sat on his lap, our bishop
called, but I was still feeling sleepy so it didn't pay attention.

Finally, Dad took me to the bathroom and rinsed me with a tincture Mom
made.  I had pox in my hair, so he wet down all my dark curls and rinsed
the rest of me.  He examined me as he dried me and smiled.  "I think you're
going to be chosen.  Got to get your strength back for services."  He told
me.

"What does that mean, chosen?  Chosen for what?"

"Well, kids are blessed just living in the compound and learning our
truths.  Being chosen by the elders means you'll be a Chosen Child.  I was
chosen when I was about your age.  You'll get special schooling in the
bishop's office and you help during services.  After your training you'll
grow into an elder - like your mom and me - it's an important job."

Not thinking much more about the religious end of it, I nodded.  The idea
of staying home from school and working in the sanctuary was fine by me.
I'd be closer to the new playground and I could do my classes by myself.

***


The next weekend, we went to services.  I felt proud about possibly being
chosen.  Dad was a Chosen Child and I wanted to be one too.  After the
service, Dad took me to a room behind the altar and sat me by his side.
Soon all the elders came in and started talking among themselves as Dad
held me close, "We have to pass an interview first.  Just a few questions."
He told me and squeezed me against him.

There were about twenty-five elders and they were smiling and happy - they
were excited about the possibility of a new Chosen Child!

Seated around a long table, all the elders became serious; the bishop
called us forward.  The bishop spoke in the old language - the language all
our old texts.  We used it in the sanctuary mostly, I only knew the word
that ended the services so I could eat and go play.

Dad stood tall and walked toward the row of elders so I did too.  They
asked Dad several questions, and he looked them in the eye and answered
about his beliefs in the old language.  Dad laid out the photos he'd taken
of my pox, "Look at the configuration, check the dates and times -
simultaneous event with the last Blood Moon.  Not exactly sure what it
means, or if it's stigmata of some sort sign...  I called the bishop - he
asked us to come in for an interview."

They nodded and asked Dad about my health and my studies. Dad was proud to
tell them about my schoolwork and told them I was a strong boy and loved to
be outside.  "He's developing into a fine young man, a little thin right
now but I imagine he'll fill out later.  He's still got a few more years
before his body starts maturing."

Then, the youngest elder, Steve, asked about my "petechiae." I was born
with a spray of dark red dots over my face.  Mom sent the bishop my birth
picture, "We took him to the doctor; they recommended we wait.  When he was
about four the stars faded."  Mom called them my stars, but they looked
like tiny red bugs to me, but they didn't hurt.  There were a lot of soft
pings as all the elders received the photo on their phones and looked at
them, then me.

The elders asked about my relationships.

"He seems satisfied with his friends and his life."  My dad smiled.  "Very
happy child - not much mischief - but he can be very curious!  Always has a
question, especially about biology and natural sciences.  It seems that
insects fascinate him..."

I had to grin, when the elders looked at me and smiled - I had a "bug zoo"
in the back yard, but the bugs were always getting out at night.  I
suspected someone liberated my beetles while I slept.  Maybe a renegade
mantis came for his dinner, though it could have been a spider.

The elders asked us to leave while they discussed things and looked at the
photos.

***


An elder came into the foyer where we were waiting and handed Dad some
robes.  "Put these on for the next part of the interview."  He winked at
me, turned and left.

Dad and I went to the restroom to change and we took off all our clothes,
wearing only the robes.  We entered the meeting again Dad walked in front
of the men, standing tall, striding with confidence.  I followed behind him
stepping quickly to keep up with him.

There was more discussion among the elders.  They asked Dad about his
history and discussed a lot about lineages - all that got really
complicated.  That started a long discussion with Mom explaining a lot of
things in the old language.  It ended with her repeating herself several
times and raising an eyebrow at the bishop!  Though I couldn't understand
exactly what they were saying, Mom knew the old texts very well and
probably corrected someone.

They asked my Dad more questions about my lineage and his training, how he
and Mom dealt with my problems, how they parented and their hopes for me.
I got bored and wondered if all this interviewing and discussion was worth
waiting for - the rest of the kids were on the playground already.

As the elders discussed his answers, Dad asked me to be patient and relax,
that the men wanted to interview me - ask me some personal questions.

I nodded.  "Are you going to be with me?"

"I won't leave you."  He said.  "If you don't know the answer, try to
reason it out or tell them you don't know."  He leaned toward me and
whispered.  "Now, go to the bishop and stand by his chair."

I noticed all the women leaving as I rounded the big table to the bishop's
chair. Dad and the bishop were friends, and I knew the bishop but not well.
He was a nice guy and tried to make jokes, but they were awful.  He was
older than Dad and mostly bald, but tall and lean with broad shoulders and
a deep, booming voice.  I remembered he was the one who approved the
climbing structure in the playground so I smiled as I approached him.  When
I stood by the bishop I asked him where the women went.

"They've given their approval.  When you work with the men, all the male
elders need to approve you through their own interview.

"Do you have any idea of how you would be helping in the sanctuary?"  He
asked.

"Not really."  I answered.  "Maybe lighting the candles?  But Dad won't let
me use matches unless he watches me."  I glanced at Dad - he nodded and
smiled.

"Well, preparing the altar is part of the work.  A small part."  The bishop
said.  "When people are satisfied and calm - when men are happy they feel
good about themselves and their lives - we're all peaceful.  When we're
peaceful, we can make progress in making life better for all the members.
"The biggest part of the job to is to keep other elders satisfied and happy
- starting with these men around the table today.  Come stand by me."

He drew me close to his chair.  "Are you an anxious boy?"

I looked over at Dad - I wasn't sure what that meant.

"I don't remember him getting nervous or anxious about anything."  Dad told
them.  "He does get excited sometimes - like when he got his bicycle...
Hmmm.  He's more inquisitive than anxious - he'll ask about things before
he gets nervous about them."

All the elders nodded.

"Can you be completely honest?"  The bishop asked.

"Dad told me I don't need to lie."

The bishop nodded again, "That's right."  I blushed as I felt his hands
under my robe, his fingers stroking my skin.

"Are you a modest boy?  Are you embarrassed about your body and people
looking at you?"

"Mom lets me go to the playground naked when it's hot.  I don't know about
people looking at me...  I guess its okay...  Mom and Dad do, and so do the
other kids..."

"Hmmm."  He whispered and his hands went to my groin.  "Does your dad like
being an elder?"  He whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Sure he does."  I answered, they must have known that.  And I felt the
bishop's arms encircle me and he inspected my penis and all over my groin
with his cold fingers.  I blushed and looked at Dad.

Dad just nodded and smiled.

"I remember when your Dad was chosen.  Did he tell you what happened?"  The
bishop spoke softly to me.

"No, but the elders probably talked about it and maybe voted.  Then Dad
studied the texts and helped in the sanctuary."

The bishop's fingers lingered on my scrotum, gently squeezing and
inspecting each testicle by touch.  I couldn't help but blush a few times
and wiggle around a little.  The other elders watched and smiled.  Although
they were all sitting around the table and no one could see what the bishop
was doing, they seemed to know what was going on.  The bishop looked up.
"I don't think he's quite ready.  Maybe next year, but he has my approval
right now."

Another elder asked to talk to me and I was directed to his chair.  He was
the oldest of the elders and pushed his chair back and patted his lap.
This guy, Mr. Jollis was one of my favorite neighbors and Dad's best
friend.  "Come put your arms around my neck and let me see what's going on.
These old geezers forgot everything; it's been so long since we've had a
Chosen Child - a boy."  He pulled my robe up and had me straddle his lap.
Then his hands went under my robe to hold my butt.

"You're almost eight, aren't you?"  He asked, studying my face very
closely.

"Yeah."  I looked into the elder's eyes and smiled - his eyes were brown
with green and gold flecks, just like mine.

"Are you small for your age?"  He asked as his hand explored my chest and
rubbed my nipples as he smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Mom says I'm just right."  I answered and smiled big, I liked being petted
by this guy.  His fingertips played along my cleft.

When he touched my ass softly, "Do you like that?"

I didn't know what to say -- I just stared at him with my mouth open.

He grinned at me.  "Let's see if you like that."  His other hand came to my
penis.

"Seems like this part of you likes it, you little pixie."  He chuckled and
his fingers went to my testicles - he was mashing and tugging though it
didn't hurt.  Standing me up again, he kissed my cheek.  "Are you a brave
boy?"  He asked.

Looking over at Dad, who was nodding, "For his age, he's pretty brave."

"Has your dad showed you his sacrifice?"  He asked me very softly as his
hands rubbed my rear.  Not knowing what he meant, I looked at Dad.

"Not yet.  We don't know if he'll be accepted, so I didn't explain
everything."  Dad said.

Mr. Jollis was smiling at me, "Why don't you talk to him?"  Then he took me
in his arms and asked me to sit on his lap for the rest of the meeting.  "I
say the younger the better, and he's fully developed and ready right now.
How about giving him his ritual next week?"

The bishop shook his head.  "Needs to be prepared first - you know the
procedure Jollis."

During the whole meeting Mr. Jollis kept one arm around me and the other
warmly covering my groin, occasionally stroking and caressing me.

"Do you like being touched?"  He whispered to me when the meeting was over.
I nodded.

My penis was hard during the whole meeting, even when they discussed
investment and savings ratios and the water leak in the school basement.

***


That night when we got home I told Mom what happened.

"Really?  You sat on Mr. Jollis' lap the whole meeting?  Good for you!  You
may be our next Chosen Child!"  She hugged me and kissed me.  "We could
sure use one.  It's been years since the men had any help." She was glad
and told me she would make spaghetti just for me.

That night Dad took me to the bathroom, and he turned on the water and told
me we were going to shower together.  That was a surprise!  Mostly I used
bath time to test stuff I found during the day to see if it floated.  It
felt so good to feel his soapy hands on my body.  Then, he touched his
penis and he showed me how it got big and explained that touches made him
feel very happy.  "Happiness is a precious gift.  Precious and more rare
the older you are."

He sat me on the side of the bed after drying us both.  Standing in front
of me, "Son, it looks like you'll be chosen.  This is an honor - the elders
will send you to college, and you'll be part of the international sanctuary
until you die - you can become a bishop if you want.  There's a lot of
benefits other boys never even dream about."

"Why did they ask me if I was a brave boy?"  I asked.

"Well, Chosen Children make a sacrifice - you give a tiny part of your
body."  His hand went to his groin and he held his penis aside.  "The men
sacrifice one of these."

My eyes were big as frizbees and my hand went to my ball sac.  Dad only had
one testicle!  One side hung low and filled with a huge testicle; the other
side wasn't much, just a little empty skin.  I felt all over his scrotum
carefully - sure, I'd seen him naked and I never noticed.

"You'll go through puberty - get hair on your face and your body - Adam's
apple, and wide shoulders, all that - just like any other man.  That's
where your children will come from."  He held his testicle forward.

I was in shock; my groin was sensitive.  "It's gonna hurt?"

Dad sat beside me and explained that I would be treated like a prince.
"Maybe for a minute you might feel a pinch - that's all.  The elders don't
want you to be scared or hurt so they help you - they'll be there to hold
you.  Every one of them has made the same sacrifice."  He thought for a
moment.  "Much easier than cutting this off."  His finger tickled my
foreskin, "Your foreskin is very sensitive - wouldn't want you to sacrifice
that.  Trust me!"

My face must have looked worried, so Dad continued explaining, "You'll stay
with the bishop and meet all the elders personally.  After your ritual,
you'll start your training.  You'll have a lot of men to love you and help
you as you grow up - they're good fellas.  I love every one of them like a
brother."

I was still scared.  "Dad, we're not supposed to hurt each other.  That's
what the old books say."

"You're right.  This isn't hurting another person for meanness; it's about
a Chosen Child saying `thanks for choosing me.'"

I wasn't so sure about this, but Dad promised me he'd be with me the entire
time; he'd stay very close.


Chapter 2.  Preparation


Dad took me to the bishop's house on Friday night and told me I'd be
staying with the bishop and his family a whole month before my ritual.
"Your friends from school will ask where you went - just tell them you got
a job in the sanctuary - don't say anymore, it might cause jealousy and
hurt feelings."

I noticed the full moon shining on us and remembered my pox and the circles
on my skin.  Then, I remembered the sacrifice and started to get worried,
maybe a little scared.

"Your classes will be on the computer in his office, and you won't have
much time to play.  This is a month of preparation."  Dad said when he saw
I wasn't very happy.

"Can't we go to the Men's house so I can sleep with you at night?"  I
asked.

"No, neither one of us is upset about anything so we don't need to go to
the Men's house.  The bishop is going to help with your preparation - think
of it like a class.  You'll make sacrifice on the Harvest Moon and later
we'll all go to the big gathering and you can meet some of the other Chosen
Children from all over the world.  Would you like that?"

I nodded, excited about the big gathering - they only happened every ten
years.  Dad said it was like a big party with all your family from around
the world.

When Dad handed me my suitcase, he told me that if I changed my mind about
being a Chosen Child or an elder, it was okay.  "I'll always love you, and
being chosen, your life will be very different from other children's lives.
But I wouldn't change mine for anything, my life is better than most men
ever dream about.  Be brave my love."

I was sad to be away from my home and Dad and Mom.

"Call me if you have a problem."  He said as the bishop answered the door.

I went in, a little nervous and didn't know my life had already changed
before I crossed the bishop's threshold.

***


My favorite elder, Mr. Jollis, was waiting for me inside with the bishop.
I liked him and went to him immediately.

"Mr. Jollis!"

"My sweet boy, call me `Jay'." He hugged me.  "I've been waiting for you."

The bishop came and sat down beside Jay.  "While you're here, you'll get to
know all the elders.  Jay is here tonight if you have any questions - he
was the first Chosen Child in our sanctuary.  There were only two elders
back then."  The bishop told me.

Jay leaned over and kissed my forehead.  "Look what I got for you.  This is
the same one I wore when I was in preparation."

He pulled out a kind of a robe-gown, pale blue cotton that buttoned high at
the neck with long sleeves and hung to the floor.  There were long slits
along the sides that came up to my waist.

"While you're being prepared you'll wear this in the house.  Wear your
school clothes when we go into the sanctuary.  Now get along and change.
Put your things in the bedroom at the top of the stairs."  Jay directed.

As I went upstairs the bishop told me that I wasn't to wear anything under
the robe. Upstairs, in the large bedroom.  I turned the light on to see the
walls covered with portraits.  Some were from a long time ago when people
looked different - they were from the place where our religion first began
- half way around the world.  It smelled like the incense from the
sanctuary in his bedroom, and there were big windows.

When I came back down stairs, Jay opened his arms to me.  "Let's make sure
you're happy.  We learn more when we're relaxed."  I clambered up on his
lap and he chuckled.  "Do you need some affection?"

I nodded, still unsure about what I was supposed to do, and what was going
to happen, but Jay was smiling and holding me.  "Tell me what you want to
relax."  He smiled and slipped his hand under my robe, but he was slow and
gentle.  "Such a beautiful boy - sleek, smooth body.  You'll do very well."
He nuzzled my neck and kissed my cheek.  "All these dark curls - just like
when I was a boy."  He sniffed my hair.

When I asked about my job, he carefully explained that I would have a
weekly list of duties for the services, and that I would study at the
sanctuary with Serena, another Chosen Child.  "She's older, ready to make
her sacrifice and go to college.  You'll like her."

Then he explained that my schooling would be online in the bishop's office
and I would have an additional hour of religious and language studies.
"You can take days off anytime you like, just tell the bishop."

His hand went to my groin.  "Did your dad explain the sacrifice?"

I nodded and blushed.  "It's gonna hurt."  My voice wavered.

He gently rolled one of my testicles between his fingers and pressed my
cheek against his chest.  "No, I won't let anything bad happen to you.  I
called an elder to come from up north.  He's a doctor, and he'll take a
tiny blade, open this little sac..."  He paused.  "Hallowed thing, to give
part of your precious body.  Then you'll be honored by all the elders
around the world who've made their sacrifices just like you." He went on
for a while, not saying anything about blood and pain, but I felt some
tears in my eyes because he said the word "blade."

Blade meant knife - sharp metal punching into my skin.  Jay saw my tears.

"Okay, I'll show you what happened."  He stood up and dropped his pants,
then his baggy boxer shorts and held his scrotum forward.  With his index
finger, he showed me what was left of a small scar - only about an inch
long.  "Put your hand here."  He told me.

He put my hand on his dark red sac.  "Feel this one."  He put my hand on
his testicle - it was huge.  He smelled good, like Dad.  I felt his ball
move under my fingers.  "Now, feel here."  He guided my hand to the empty
part of his scrotum where there was just extra dark skin.

"Never missed it."  He said.  "And I'm as masculine as any man on the
planet."

I grinned.  He was a big man with strong arms and a wide chest.  His face
was like sandpaper, the stubble was so rough, and his voice was so deep it
vibrated through his chest when he spoke.  I really liked feeling him speak
when I leaned on his chest.  But I didn't know manliness came from
testicles, I never thought about it - never thought about growing up and
not looking like Dad.

Then, the bishop stood up and dropped his slacks and his boxers, grinning.
"Look here."  He lifted his deep red scrotum; his penis was already filled
and bouncing around as he lifted his scrotum for my inspection.  "Just a
nick.  I'll make sure everything is done perfectly."

He didn't have a "nick."  His scar was about two inches long!

They lifted up my robe and the two older men fondled and caressed my groin
gently, explaining the procedure, but only in the briefest way.  "You don't
need all of that - so let's make a tiny sacrifice for your good life."  The
bishop said.

My penis was as rigid as the bishop's was, but much shorter and smaller, I
was still scared, and now embarrassed.  The bishop reached down and stroked
my erection.  "I think you've got the hang of this job already."  He
chuckled.

"You're still scared, I can tell."  Jay said.  "The reason we're not saying
anything about the pain is because it happened so fast, and so long ago
we've forgotten.  We're glad to be elders and lead our community.  So much
good has happened since our sacrifice we don't remember any pain.  Do you
understand?"

I nodded, not knowing my sacrifice would be very different for me.

***


Jay told me, "Every night one or two of the elders will come by and talk to
you.  They'll show you where they made their sacrifice, if you want.
They'd probably like that, and they'll touch you and love you gently.  We
all want you to feel comfortable, so enjoy it - they're building trust -
getting to know you while you get to know them."

"Each elder is very different, and if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable,
tell me."  The bishop said.

"They just better be nice - I'll call Dad."  I said.

"Good idea!"  Jay said.  "Now, go get in bed, you've got a big day
tomorrow."

I went upstairs and got into the big bed while the men talked; I was
feeling very alone.  Later, the bishop came into the bedroom and got into
the bed with me.

"Take your robe off."  He helped me pull it off and snuggled next to me.
"Do you still sleep with your parents?"  He asked.

"Sometimes, but it's crowded.  I wanted my own room because Dad snores.  I
picked the room in the attic and Dad fixed it up for me."

"You may not sleep alone very often anymore, and there'll always be plenty
of room for you as a Chosen Child."  He said and pulled me close.

The bishop's snoring sounded like a jackhammer - all night long.

***


The next day started in the dark.  The bishop woke me up early - we jogged
through the town while people were just waking up.  Then we raced back to
his house from the end of the block.  I liked that - he was fast for an old
guy and remembered how to play tag!

When we got back, he took me into the shower with him and washed me down,
then told me to go get dressed.  He was in the shower a long time after
then came down to make me breakfast in a good mood.  As he poured juice and
helped me get my cereal I asked, "Where's your wife?"

"At the women's house.  There's an elder over there needing a lot of help
right now with her foot problems.  "My wife is Sarah, she's a nurse, and
you probably know our daughter - she was in school with you.  Cassie.
Cassiopeia.  Remember her?"

"Yeah."  Cassie was a slender girl, about ten-years-old with long, straight
black hair and dark skin.  I always thought she wore lipstick her lips were
so red, but our members didn't use makeup.

"She's with Sarah in the women's house.  Probably come home tonight - she
hates that vegan stuff."

I wondered how the bishop made such a beautiful daughter - he was pale and
bald with light eyes and not much sandy-colored hair that was always
sticking up in the back - looking like bug antenna.

"Today you'll meet with Serena to get your classes started, and you've got
memory work to do.  Steve is coming by tonight with your language lessons
and give you a checkup."  Before we left the house, he leaned over to kiss
me on the lips.  "You'll be our most beloved - I can feel it.  Such a
delightful nature!"

We got on his scooter and left for my first day as a Chosen Child in the
making.

***


Serena was waiting for us in the bishop's office.  She took me to our desks
in the corner and we started getting my classes organized.  Serena smelled
like flowers and candy, I moved close to her, and she smiled.  She wasn't
much taller than I was, or much bigger, but she had breasts - little ones.
Her tight, curly black hair glistened, and her full lips were beautiful,
like they were ready to kiss.  When she said a word that started with `w'
they really looked like a kiss!

When my classes were organized I asked, "You're chosen?"

"Since I was -" She looked to the side, "about seven."

"Do you like it?"  I was curious.

"Wouldn't want any other life!"  She smiled and touched my cheek.

"Did you have to make a sacrifice?"  I wondered.

"A tiny one, but my big sacrifice is coming in a few more months - before I
leave for college."  She stared straight at me.  "I went through a ritual,
too - it was wonderful!  It was a like a dance party and lasted for three
days and nights - up on the mountain.  What a blast!  All the women were
wonderful to me, and all the girls came on the last day.  We had a play and
learned how to sing in harmony and all kinds of things...  But, we're not
supposed to talk about the ritual and the sacrifice - it's a secret.  The
sanctuaries could be repressed again if anyone found out so don't say
anything except to the elders.  Understand?"

I nodded, but my brain didn't fully understand repression - I knew our sect
was banned in the past and our sanctuaries had moved again and again to
avoid being called bad names and harassed.  At times, people really hated
us.  Some members in the far past were burned alive, but some governments
and societies didn't bother us at all.  I hadn't heard of anyone hassling
any of the sanctuaries now.

Maybe all that was over.

***

At lunch, Serena immediately went to sit on the bishop's lap.  He kissed
her and I could tell he put his hand under her short skirt. She giggled,
pulled his hand out and put the Bishops fingers in his mouth.

"Love you, too."  She kissed him.

"My sweet Chosen Child - I'm gonna miss you."  He chuckled and rubbed her
belly, then her breasts.  "Sore?"

She nodded and smiled.  "I'm meeting Steve later."

He kissed her forehead.  "Wonderful."

Serena glanced over at me and looked back at the bishop.  "You need to talk
to him about discretion - about the ritual."  She said as she pulled her
skirt down, kissed the bishop on his bald spot and left for lunch.

***


"How's it going?"  The bishop asked and motioned for me to come to him.

"Good.  I got all my classes set up."  I blushed.

"Come here for your sugar."  He kissed my cheek.

"Sugar?"  I looked around for lunch - I was hungry.

The bishop kissed my lips lightly.  "Sugar.  Some sweetness.  You'll get a
lot of kisses.  Never turn down the love from your elders."  He stood me
between his legs and squeezed my cheeks till my lips popped open.

"Keep your lips just like that.  When I kiss you, you do what I do."  We
practiced a few times until I understood he wanted to feel my tongue in his
mouth.  "Breathe through your nose and let your body relax.  C'mon, arms
around my neck!"  He patted my behind, "You'll learn that kisses make good
things happen.  Sometimes they calm someone or kisses can make people
excited before they feel satisfaction.  All of that keeps the peace.
That's our job."

He smiled then kissed me again and rubbed along my jeans until he could
feel how hard my penis was.  "Perfect.  Remember I have a kiss for you
every day at noon.  Now, let's get some lunch before I get anymore
excited."

We went back to his house and made sandwiches while he explained that my
sacrifice was a secret that all the elders kept.  "We have to be careful -
outsiders think our sacrifices are pagan and abusive.  We have to pretend
as if we live under their laws - but we do what we need to do - like the
old texts teach us.  We don't want to bring trouble into our sanctuary."

I nodded - I'd never felt abused by anyone - wasn't sure what the word
pagan meant.  While I was waiting for our grilled cheese sandwiches to
toast, I called my Dad.

"Are you okay, my love?"

"Dad, I have to wear a robe with nothing underneath, and sleep naked with
the bishop, and he taught me kissing with my tongue...  But I want to come
home."

"Be patient with the guys, they're preparing you.  I know it's all
different right now."

"Dad, I want you here."

"Are those guys hurting you?"  I heard him chuckling.  "Have they bitten
your tongue and pulled your hair?  Did someone pinch your rear?"

"No, but you said that was wrong for people outside our family to touch my
privates.  Tell them your rule!  They're doing it all the time!"

Dad was quiet for a while.  "Do you remember when we built your bug zoo in
the back yard?  All the birds had to come inspect it after we left.  They
pecked on the cages and checked out the bugs and had to sit around on top
and chirp about it?

"Well, the elders are like a flock of birds - they have to look you over
because you're something new.  It's been a long time since the male elders
had a Chosen Child, and they're going to inspect and chirp for a while.
But they love you...  Remember they want to inspect, and modesty gets in
the way of their inspection.  When they're inspecting, they'll be gentle,
and that builds trust.  Be proud of your body.  You know you can inspect
them, too."

"Dad, I miss you."

"I can't come till later, but I'll send help.  Be patient. If you don't
like what they're doing tell them to stop.  Get up and leave!  I miss you
and I love you.  Be brave."  He hung up.

Dad told me I could come home anytime, but I decided to wait and see.

***


Back at the sanctuary, I finished my studies with Serena rubbing my back
and smiling at me.  I liked her, but she didn't want to kiss me.  She
showed me the university she was going to somewhere near the Mediterranean.
It looked ancient, but there were lots of young people smiling and carrying
books through the old rock archways and palm tree-lined gardens.  "I'm
going to be an archivist working with the lineage records."  She said.
"I'll work in the sanctuary in Talixa."

I smiled, still transfixed with her lips and deep brown eyes.

I had no idea what an archivist was or what was in the lineage records
other than a lot of names and numbers, but she was going to work in the
biggest and oldest sanctuary of our beliefs.  She must be really smart -
I'd probably never even see Talixa!

***


That night Cassie was practicing the piano when the bishop and I came in.
I ran upstairs to put my robe on and came back down feeling sheepish when
she saw me.  I felt naked in my robe with nothing on underneath, and she
stared at me wondering why I was wearing dress-like garb - not my shorts
and tee shirt.  We stared at each other for a few moments, but the Bishop
called us to the kitchen to help with dinner before she could ask.

During dinner, the bishop told Cassie that I was in training while I lived
with them, and she was to leave me alone to study and learn.  "Not much
preparation time, so every moment is important for him.  You two can go to
the playground after services this weekend.  How about that?"

She didn't like hearing that and neither did I.  We finished eating without
saying anything more to each other, but I glanced at her several times and
we smiled. Cassie went upstairs after dinner, and the bishop followed her
upstairs to speak with her.  When he came down later, he was smiling.

"I know you two are friends, and you have to focus on your preparation
right now.  Cassie will be on the playground after services."

***


Steve, the youngest elder, came in while the bishop and I cleaned the
kitchen.  Steve was a smart guy, but he was always in a hurry - late for
services and left early saying he had work to do.  The bishop said he was
an anxious because Steve had a big change coming up in his life.  "Steve
and his uncle are making a family together so he's even more excited now."

The bishop told me to go into the study and take off my robe - Steve was
going to draw blood and give me a physical.  "Go into the study and
undress."  He ordered me somewhat brusquely.  "Steve's got a schedule!"

Steve worked as a physician's assistant in town, and brought his leather
bag with him.  Dad told me to be brave and learn something, but I didn't
like being alone again with another person touching me, especially when
they had needles to stick in me.  Then, the doorbell rang, and I heard
Jay's voice!

"Where's my favorite boy?"  He called me to him.  I rushed to the hallway
to see him smiling.  "Your dad said you needed some reassurance - he sent
me to help my little scamp."  I grinned when he leaned to kiss me.  Jay
took me into the study and sat in the big, squeaky wooden office chair.  I
jumped on his lap.

He held me against his chest.  "Are you homesick, my sweet boy?"  He
whispered and helped me take my robe off.

"I miss my dad."

"You're young and this is all new...  Tell me what might help you."

"My dad."  I said in a tiny voice.

"Your dad is giving you a little sister or brother.  He can't come now.  He
finally finished negotiations with your mom."

"Really?  I'm gonna have a sister?"

Jay stroked my hair.  "Maybe a brother.  Until your ritual I'll be here
every night."  He held me close and kissed my hair and stroked along my
skin until we heard a soft rapping on the door.

***


Steve came in with his bag, pulling a chair up to where Jay was holding me
on his lap.  "Let's get this check up done!"  He dug around in his bag, and
then opened his computer at almost the speed of light using both hands to
get his equipment ready.  I looked up at Jay as my body tensed.

"Steve, you're as worrisome as mosquitoes when you rush everything.  Slow
down.  You make me nervous."

"Got two more kids on my schedule tonight.  Important lessons.  Let me have
your arm."  Steve grabbed my wrist.

Jay pulled Steve's hand away from me, "Not until you slow down.  Introduce
yourself politely, kiss the boy and ask him to help you.  Tell him what
you're going to do."  Jay gave Steve a stern look.

Steve stopped and looked at me.  "I'm Steve, the youngest elder until
you're, um, inducted and I'm the sanctuary medic.  May I give you a quick
exam?"

"Okay, but I don't like needles."  I told him.  "Do it some other way."

"Wish I could."  He said and caressed the side of my face.  He smiled and
asked if he could kiss me.  I leaned forward and he kissed me, and I felt
his tongue, so I pushed my tongue in his mouth and wiggled the tip.  His
eyes got wide, he pulled back.

"Well, that's hot!"  His hand went to my thigh and he stroked, then he
reached into his bag and got the needle and vial to draw my blood.  I
tensed.

Jay butted in, "Get the other parts done first.  This is his first exam."

Steve smiled at me, "Would you like to sit on my lap so I can look in your
ears and eyes?"  I shook my head, staring at the needle, it seemed way too
big.  "Okay." He said and put the needle and vial back in his bag.

Steve put a little pad on the floor and weighed me, then measured my
height, and then he looked in my ears and eyes while I stood between Jay's
legs.  Then he listened to my heart and lungs and let me listen to my
heart, then his heart. When he was finished with that, he asked me to sit
on Jay's lap, straddling his legs.

"Face me, and I'm going to check your belly.  Did you poop today?"

"I think so - probably."  That was the first time anyone asked me that.

Steve got some more equipment out, but looked at my feet first.  "Are you
wearing shoes?"  He asked.  "Your skin is dry.  You got reptile feet!"  He
picked up my feet and looked at them closely.  "Tell the bishop to use the
brush and lotion every night.  You need to be wearing slippers, at least.
Got to keep your skin soft and supple.  Need to trim those toenails, too."

"Would you like for me to help you with that?"  Jay whispered.  I nodded
and turned to kiss his cheek.

"Such a loving boy, he's got a lot to teach us."  Jay shot a mean look at
Steve.

Steve got his camera out and put a ruler on my groin.  "Put your feet on
Jay's thighs and open your knees."

"Tell him what you're going to do."  Jay ordered.

Steve smiled at me and stroked along my inner thigh.  "Just getting some
measurements, for the doctor Jay called.  This won't hurt."

Steve took a lot of pictures of my body and felt around on my groin and
between my legs.  Jay wrapped both arms around my belly and held me close
as Steve pulled a metal contraption out of his bag that almost looked like
a duck's bill with a handle.  Steve got a little spray bottle out of his
bag and spritzed my penis and scrotum.

It was cold!  I gasped.  Then, he sprayed my anus and began rubbing it
gently.

"See this?"  He held up the metal contraption, "I'm going to press it
inside you slowly and open your rectum.  Feels different, but it won't
hurt."

I moaned and my body tensed, but Jay asked me to breathe slowly while one
of his big, warm hands cupped my scrotum and the other stroked very gently
on my penis.  That made my penis hard, and I didn't care.  I was scared
about the metal thing going inside me.  It looked gigantic!

"Relax for me."  Steve suggested as the cold metal touched my anus.

"I'm scared.  Stop!"  I yelled.

Steve didn't stop, but put the metal tip of the contraption against my ass,
and leaned over putting his lips at the tip of my penis.  At the very same
moment he kissed my penis, I felt the cold, hard metal enter my ass.  For a
minute I didn't know if this was good or bad.  It was both at the same
time!  "Oooh!"

I felt Jay chuckling.  "There's an interesting distraction!"

Jay held me between my legs while Steve's tongue and lips enveloped my
entire erection and balls, At the same time, he slid the metal device deep
inside me and I moaned again, still not sure if this was going to hurt, but
my penis felt so good.  Then he pulled his lips away from me, "Do you like
that?"

I think I was too stunned to answer, and I was still concerned about the
metal thing in my butt.

"Now tell me if it gets uncomfortable."  Steve kissed my balls while the
dilator expanded inside me. I heard a click, and felt my anus being pushed
outward; opened wide.  Cold air went inside my butt!  Steve twisted the
dilator a little and I heard another click and I felt my anus stretched
wide open.  One more click and my eyes almost jumped out of my head, my
anus was stretched wide almost burning!

"Tell him what you're doing so he'll know what to expect, Steve.  Sheesh,
you've got the bedside manner of Attila the Hun."  Jay was still chastising
Steve.

"I'm going to put my finger inside you.  Because you're so small, I have to
help your body relax before I examine you internally."

"You're going to put your finger inside me?"  I looked at his big hands and
cringed.

"Let's wait a minute and let you calm down."  Steve said and put his lips
back on my glans and rubbed his tongue on the underside of my penis.

When he did that, I shuddered and my hips flinched, "Uungh!"

I felt Jay kiss my hair and he thanked me.  "Beautiful, just beautiful."

"What was that?"  I whispered, still buzzing.

"I'll explain later, right now, let Steve put his finger inside you.  It
won't hurt now."

Steve was grinning, and he found a tiny latex finger-glove for his little
finger.  He pulled the dilator out of me and checked the diameter, and then
he leaned his face back against my groin.

His finger pushed against my anus and it slipped inside quickly!  "Does
that hurt?"  He asked and looked up at my face.

I couldn't answer it felt so weird, but Jay's hands were holding me warmly
and one hand went to my nipple.  He was pinching softly and tugging on it.
I started to breathe faster when he did that.  I felt confused and curious
about all these new sensations.

Steve's finger was exploring around inside me, and then I felt him pressing
against the walls of my rectum.  Suddenly, it felt very good, and Steve
looked up at me and smiled.

"Perfect little glands, and very sensitive.  Does that feel good?"

My hips hunched and I almost passed out it felt so good when he rubbed
inside me.  That's when Steve leaned over and sucked my scrotum and penis
both into his mouth and sucked hard, making my body shudder.  His finger
rubbed inside me where it felt good, and I thought I might die I had so
many big feelings jumping around inside me.  Suddenly my body tensed and my
back arched, "Aaangh!"

"Good for you!"  Jay was kissing my hair and I felt his heart beating
quickly and his breathing get faster.  Then, I slumped on Jay's lap
completely stunned!

"This might feel odd for a few minutes."  Steve said and pulled his finger
out.  He leaned over and kissed my lips and patted my cleft.  "Good kid -
you've got strong responses.  Gonna be a great little elder."  Steve packed
up his stuff, whistling while Jay turned me on his lap and held me against
his chest.

Then the needle came out again.  Steve watched my face as fixed the needle
into the vial and took off the protective lid to draw my blood.

I felt so warm and good next to Jay's chest I didn't complain as I looked
into his eyes and he told me he loved me and everything was going very
well.  I felt a sting, but I didn't watch, I just looked into Jay's eyes,
very glad Dad sent him.

"Your lessons are on the piano.  You need to learn the entire alphabet this
week, and the sounds each letter makes.  Okay?"  Steve said as he taped the
label on the vial of blood and closed his bag, packed and rushed away.

***


After Steve went upstairs, Jay took me to the couch and laid me across his
thighs, with my head on a pillow, and then he looked at my feet.

"I'll get you some slippers tomorrow; let me see your feet."  He gently
massaged them while he explained that when I felt confused and strange for
a few seconds, that was an orgasm.  He said it was normal and natural and a
way to calm a person and give them satisfaction.  "You had two beautiful
boy-orgasms - just beautiful!  An orgasm makes your brain rush your heart
and thoughts with strong chemicals that make you calm down and feel good.
"Don't you feel calmer and satisfied now?"  He asked.

"Yeah."  I did feel good.  I felt loved and cared for by Jay.  Still wasn't
sure about Steve though.  Then, we heard Cassie moaning upstairs.  My eyes
got big and I looked at Jay, "Is she alright?"

"That's Cassie's orgasm."  He smiled.  "She's fine.  Steve's an expert with
girls."  He pulled me up against him.  "Do you feel better now?"

I nodded.

"Go kiss the bishop - it's your bedtime."  Jay was very kind to me, so I
kissed him with my tongue and his face started getting red, he had to push
me away.

"Go to bed or I'll need a lot more of that, my sweet little man."

***


Every night, Jay came over and brought news from my parents, and every day
I worked on my classes with Serena.  In the afternoons, I studied the old
language with Steve.  I could understand more of the old texts we lived by.

On meeting days, I prepared the sanctuary and the altar, but our services
were very simple - reminding everyone about acceptance of other people's
differences and helping right mistakes.  Most of the time was for adults
talking and kids playing on our playground.

The bishop gave me a special red robe to wear with red and gold pointy-toed
slippers for services.  I laid out the altar with beautiful pictures of our
teachers from the past and plants then lit the candles and incense with a
"flame-clicker stick" the Bishop kept in his pocket for me.  Putting
everything away was a snap - that was Serena's job!  Members brought big
vases of flowers and wine and good food to services, but that was the
adults' responsibility in the dining room.  I only had to change clothes
and eat then I ran to the playground!

When the other kids asked where I was, I told them I was home schooled and
helped the bishop - they were busy with their own stuff and didn't ask much
more.  Jay taught me how to keep my secrets so the other children wouldn't
be envious or treat me differently, but they did see me in my red tunic.  I
just didn't talk about it - Jay said that elders are modest, "It keeps the
peace.  That's our job."

Sometimes the adults had music outside and had a mini-concert after
services.  A few members played the old instruments and knew the old songs.
Members did the folk dances in long lines holding each other's waist,
smiling and singing along.

All the kids stood in a line behind them and copied their steps, but I
learned quick and moved up to the adult line and danced alongside Dad.  We
grinned and added little kicks and swishes to the dance steps, and Dad
would grab me up and shake my body with the music while I stuck my arms and
legs out.

That made everyone laugh - me too!

***


Jay starting bathing me in the evenings so he could scrub my "reptile" feet
like Steve told us.  His big hands put me in the bubbles, and he caressed
every part of me with nice soap and made sure I was very clean -
everywhere.  I wasn't that dirty, but I liked feelng well scrubbed.  Later
he sat me on his lap while he oiled my toes, with my arms around his neck.
That's when he wanted me to kiss him.  His face would get red, and he
breathed hard and he would let me sit on his thighs, but his thighs and
torso bucked and he moaned a lot before he was finished oiling my feet and
putting my feet in some little sock-shoes.

Then, we would go to the study to meet another elder.  Dad made a calendar
for them to follow so they wouldn't "gang up" on Friday and Saturday nights
and start acting out or joking around.

I met every male elder through those meetings and each one explained a
little more of our group's history as they stroked my body and kissed my
neck or my head.  Sometimes, if an elder was married, and his wife was an
elder, too they both came and brought cookies or treats.  But most of the
guys came alone to meet with me.

The doorbell rang one night and a short, thick older man came in -- I'd
never seen him before.  The bishop and Jay went to the kitchen while he
introduced himself.  He was our beekeeper.

He brought me a jar of honey with some of the comb in it and we chewed it
like gum!  He taught me about the importance of passing along the
traditions, like beekeeping and tender ways to work the land. I liked him -
he was very calm and gentle with me and made a place for me to sit on his
lap.  Then he held me against him and rocked me for a long time.

"I love you."  He whispered so softly, I could hardly hear it.  His lap was
warm and he held me so gently and quietly, I almost fell asleep, but he
kissed my forehead and told me it was time for him to go. I thought I saw
tears in his eyes before he left, but Jay signaled to me to be quiet and
let him leave.

"Why was he crying?"  I asked Jay after the beekeeper left.

"He carries sorrows - very sensitive man.  Doesn't attend the services or
rituals - too much noise, the talking and all the people overwhelm him.  It
would cause his sorrows to deepen further.  But he'll be ready to help you
any way he can - very kind man."

***


Some of the other elders showed me the scars of their sacrifices, and it
seemed every one of the elders had an erection when they showed me.  Things
usually got messy with them slinging liquid around out the end of their
penises, but they just smiled and pulled their handkerchiefs out and
cleaned it up and excused themselves for a while.

Sometimes the elders quizzed me about our theology and beliefs while Jay
held me on his lap.  I didn't know all the answers, but they explained
them.  Even though a lot of members said our sanctuary was progressive,
most of our traditions were very old.  One elder brought an old book with
pictures someone drew showing what bishops and elders used to dress like
several centuries ago.  They used to wear big, furry coats and their horses
had hats!

Most of the elders wanted me to sit on their laps while they talked to me -
they all fondled and caressed me.  Jay kept a sharp eye out for anything
more.  Sometimes an elder would want me to kiss them for a long time, and a
few of them held my penis, and massaged my naked body until Jay told them
that they could caress me and give me a few short kisses but that was all.
Jay would start looking at his watch and lifting an eyebrow toward the
elder.  "You know better.  He isn't trained yet - and his father is very
strict!"

Didn't seem like Jay cared too much if my Dad was strict or I wasn't
trained yet - he liked me to orgasm but wouldn't let anyone else make me
feel so great.  After they left, I'd ask Jay to suck on my penis like Steve
did.  He'd just sigh and tell me I would have to wait.

"I might be upset and need to calm down."  I'd try to trick him into giving
me an orgasm.

"Okay.  One kiss."  He'd tell me.  So, when I was kissing him, I put his
hand on my penis, and he always stroked and rubbed me until I made an
orgasm.  He stroked me with one hand and held my lips hard against his so
he could feel my orgasm in our kiss when I shook and tried to breathe.

Good enough for me!

***


Two weeks before the ritual, Mom and Dad came by to visit me.  They were so
happy!  Mom was going to have a baby.  Dad and Jay were so proud and
grinning and squeezing me.

Dad asked me all kinds of questions about my classes and my work in the
sanctuary and told me to help the bishop any way I could.  "After the
ritual, you'll come back home.  Continue studying and doing your best at
the sanctuary.  Then I'll be the only one to make sure you're calm and
happy."  Dad told me and winked.  "I'm so proud of you.  I'll be giving you
your training."

"Can Jay help you?"  I asked.  I really liked the way Jay treated me.

"Is he spoiling you?"  Dad glanced at Jay.

I blushed.  "Probably - well, yeah."  I answered and grinned.  "And I miss
you!"

"Do you feel more confident - you're not homesick anymore, are you?"

"No.  I like the elders.  I learned a lot!"

"Wonderful.  Just a few more days and you'll get your new name and all my
love again."

Finally, it came time for Mom and Dad to visit me as elders.  We all went
into the study and Mom took lots of pictures of me and Dad and Jay without
our clothes.  They spoke to me in the old language, very simple sentences,
but I understood and was able to answer with my mixed-up verbs!

Mom asked if I was still upset about my ritual.  I had to think,
"Sometimes, but I have to do it or else I can't be an elder."

"Maybe that rule needs to be changed.  I'm willing to fly to Talixa and
challenge the whole bunch of elders over there about hurting our boys.  I
put a lot of energy into making you a strong, healthy baby!  But this is
your life, and I respect your decision." She kissed my cheek, "Sometimes I
think these old guys aren't using their noggins - they say they love you
and then hurt you because someone hurt them?  I'm flabbergasted with their
logic."

I wanted to show Dad my orgasm, but he squeezed the base of my penis till I
almost yelped, but it did cool me off quick.  "You're supposed to be kept
pure before the ritual.  Pure means no orgasms and no masturbating - you
can wait.  Be patient my love."

Jay was standing behind Dad, grinning.

***


The last three days before my ritual the bishop only gave me a little food,
but plenty of juice.  He fed me every morning with a tiny silver spoon - he
had a lot of little cups in the refrigerator.  Each one held a bit of
white-clear liquid.  He said it was mostly protein.  The bishop liked
holding my mouth open and putting a little bit at a time in my mouth like I
was a baby bird, but he kissed me a lot while he fed me and spoke the old
language repeating a blessing again and again.  Then I could have one slice
of toast - no cereal.

At night, Jay and the bishop showed me about cleaning my body with a bulb
syringe.  They used it on me!  Jay put his finger inside me and made sure I
was as clean as I could be - he tickled the place where Steve touched me
before and my eyes shot open.  "Part of your preparation - you're getting a
`big cleaning' soon."  He said as he took his finger out of me.

I frowned, but he chuckled.

***


The night before my ritual, the bishop turned me over his lap and rubbed my
anus with some oil, and then he put something cold inside me and pushed it
into me hard with his rough fingers.  I started complaining because he held
his fingers inside me for so long - it hurt!  Jay told me I had to go to
the bathroom several times, and the thing that the bishop put inside me
would make me go.

"The big cleaning."  I remembered and suddenly I needed to poop really bad.
It was awful and made my belly hurt.

Then the enemas started.  I hated that and told them to stop, but they just
chuckled, so I called Dad.

"Son, be brave.  Tomorrow night you'll be back in your bed and I'll be
right beside you.  For now, ask Jay for a little comfort - your body must
be prepared..."

Jay promised he'd hold me and rub my belly while the water went in, so I
did it to get a little comfort.  It didn't help much.

Steve came by and checked me again and stuck my finger with a needle and
collected a tiny amount of blood but he didn't do anything else.  I kind of
hoped he would use the dilator and suck my penis again.  Didn't happen, so
I asked him to give me that exam again with the dilator, but Steve was no
fool.

"You'll get plenty of that after your training!"

***


My phone was buzzing all evening before my ritual with all the elders
telling me they loved me!  Some of them sent photos of their scrotums with
their scars, and some sent gifts to Mom and Dad.

The beekeeper elder came by to hug me and brought me a yo-yo and showed me
how to use it.  "Come to the hives anytime you want to get away from the
bustle around here - always peaceful at my place." I hugged him for a long
time; it seemed he was very tired of carrying our sorrows.

These male elders were kind of funny, but they got along well enough.  Some
of them were very excitable, and Jay told me which ones would want all my
time.  I didn't know the elders had sex with each other often, but they
comforted each other and had their favorite ways to calm each other and
themselves.  They had all been chosen and all trained, but I was still
learning my job.

The elders did teach me to trust them through that month.  I noticed that
Jay and Dad were closer than the other elders were with each other, and
often didn't need to speak to know what the other was thinking.  He and my
dad seemed like the same person sometimes.


Chapter 3.  Sacrifice


Before Steve left after my finger stick, "During your sacrifice you may
feel some pain.  Tell me, and can give you some medication, but I'd prefer
you to take as much pain as you can."  Steve mentioned.

"Why?"  I asked.  "I don't like pain."

"The ritual pain helps you remember important things.  You need to remember
your sacrifice and know that when you're in pain, there are people around
you who are part of you and take some of that pain for you.  The more pain
you can take, the more you'll remember that message and the more sharing
with the other elders."

"I don't want to hurt, and I don't want to share any pain with anyone!"  I
was upset with him.

"When you sacrifice, look at the faces of the men watching.  When you feel
pain, the elders remember the sacrifices they made and why.  It's important
for all of us to remember we're not alone during hard times - that's
something we value highly.  Be brave and take all you can - it helps all of
us stay strong."

Jay looked at me, "It's true.  The ritual is better now than when I was
young.  Be brave my little lover."

My eyes filled with tears.

"Most of your pain is fear and not knowing, but this is a simple procedure.
You'll be fine, it only takes a minute or two."  Steve said.

I didn't believe him.

"Are you still afraid?"  He asked.

I nodded.

"That's natural.  But you have the power to choose how you feel.  Have you
thought of being proud instead?"

Staring at him, I considered changing my feelings and focusing on being
proud.

I could only think that if I could get through the pain, I'd be with Dad
again and at home.

***


The night before my ritual, Jay slept with the bishop and me.  The bishop
complained all the time we were getting ready for bed.  "None of your
old-man farts, Jay, or getting up and going to the bathroom all night
flicking the lights on and off - like trying to sleep in a casino."

"Could say the same to you, old coot."  Jay told him and laughed.  "And
don't hog the boy tonight, I need some comfort - you have him all day."

They continued grumbling and grousing for a long time.  I started laughing
and told them they needed to comfort each other instead of calling names.

Surprisingly, the bishop went to Jay and kissed him and apologized and
stroked his neck and waist tenderly.  They both kissed and held each other
for a moment and undressed, filling the room with the smell of naked,
aroused men.  The bishop was quickly on his knees quickly in front of Jay
taking his penis in his mouth and grabbing his butt to press Jay's erection
as deeply into his mouth as he could.  Jay whispered that he loved the
bishop, and nothing could come between them, ever.

I got up and sneaked beside them and slipped my hand to Jay's scrotum.  I
tickled my fingers around his testicle.  Jay's body jerked, he moaned and
looked down at me.

"Do you want me to cum for you?  The bishop stopped, watching us.

"Yeah."

"Help the bishop kiss me.  Put you sweet lips right here."  He pointed to
the side of his penis near the base.  With my face alongside the bishop's
cheek, I smelled the rich aroma of Jay's musk and felt his coarse pubic
hair on my lips as I kissed and licked what the bishop didn't have in his
mouth.  Jay was gasping and crying, it sounded like he was almost sobbing.

Then I felt Jay's hand on my head, I saw his other hand in the bishop's
hair and Jay roared.  His head fell back and his mouth dropped open.  His
hips moved, but the bishop held him firmly until Jay calmed down while he
sucked harder.  Jay's thigh muscles shook and his knees almost buckled
underneath him.

The bishop let me suck the last cum out of Jay's penis - just a few drops.
It tasted strong, like the way bleach smells, but I only got a little.
They both stopped complaining, and didn't say anything else, but got in bed
with smiles and sighs.

Jay held me close in bed, then moved to put his head at my groin and he
sucked and kissed my tiny sac for a long time.  He particularly liked
gently biting my scrotum and pulling it with his lips.  Yeah, I had a
boy-orgasm, or several, it was so good.

I slept feeling very loved between two of my favorite elders and forgot
about what was going to happen the next day.

***


The morning of my ritual began the worst day of my life.  I got cranky and
started whining for my Dad; maybe I was scared.  When I called him, he said
I had to stay with the bishop and we would meet later.

Jay told me I couldn't have any breakfast and could only have three ounces
of water!  Three ounces!  That's not even enough to cover the bottom of my
empty cereal bowl.  I stomped around the kitchen for a while trying to
sneak some crackers or fruit, but the bishop saw me and took me upstairs
for our shower.

Then the bishop and Jay took me to the back yard and they cut all my hair
off!  They had a buzzing clipper that dropped big shanks of my thick, black
curls down my shoulders and it scattered away in the breeze.  Then Jay took
a tiny razor and made my scalp perfectly smooth - I sniffled through the
whole affair.  I was bald and in tears, hungry and thirsty - but Jay told
me that I had to stay calm until my vespertine ritual began.

"You're being so mean to me!  I don't like this at all!"

"I remember a little boy who wouldn't go to sleep when he was a baby, but I
always knew how to calm him down."  Jay said.  "Go get in the car, now!"
Jay took me for a drive in the mountains and we walked naked through the
woods together and climbed on the rocks for a while.  It was too cold to
swim in the creek, so we looked for fish and frogs.

Jay threw out a blanket for us and we lay down to nap a watch the clouds.
Very gently, he leaned over and sucked my nipples, and then he licked his
finger and rubbed my anus lightly, "One day, when you're older, I'm going
to put my penis in here and push my erection as close as I can get it to
your heart, and then I'm going to cum like I've never cum before.  You'll
get all my love."

"That's going to hurt."  I told him.

"Might like it when you're bigger."  He worked his finger further inside
me.  "The way men love other men is very deeply satisfying - and we need
that often.  It's hard being an adult sometimes, and being an elder, making
important decisions can make a man a little shaky - we need reassurance and
comfort.  The satisfaction that one man gives another is very, very
comforting.  When I'm able to take you like a man, it's really the only way
I can show you how much I love you."  He kissed me deeply when his fingers
found that place inside me that made me cum crazy-hard.  "It might feel
like that..."  He told me.

That was so good; I kissed him again and again and shuddered with good
feelings.  But I was tired, and still cranky, so Jay held me against him
while I complained and fussed.  Then, I got very tired and napped again.

No food, nothing to drink, naked and bald - if this was "chosen" I was
going to have problems.  Resting next to Jay made it almost all right.

***


When the sun started to set we went to the sanctuary.  There were a lot of
men there - all the male elders gathering for my ritual.  I only had my
blue robe and my slippers on, and Jay kept me on his lap in the car as we
watched the elders arrive.  Some walked, some drove and they hugged on the
parking lot and when they met at the door.  I was even more hungry and
tired, and started to complain again.

"Your Dad's here."  Jay told me as we got out of the car and went into the
building, but we didn't go to the meeting room, but downstairs in a small
room in the basement.  Inside, I saw Dad and ran to hug him, crying again.

"No tears!  This is a celebration, my love."  He stood back and looked at
me and smiled rubbed my head.  "Go back with the bishop; he's got to do
some more preparation before we begin.  I'll go prepare the altar just for
you."

That scared me!  My lips were quivering, "Dad, stay with me."

"Go with the bishop, you need to be anointed first.  You need the oil and
the herbs right now."  He pushed me toward the bishop as tears ran down my
cheeks.

***


The bishop took me away to a tiny room where he took my robe off me and
began pouring water on me.  "This is blessed water, and this," He held up a
small bottle, "is oil infused with sacred herbs.  Come here and let me rub
you."

"I'm hungry."  I told him.  "And thirsty."  I grabbed the bottle of holy
water when he set it down and I drank all of it.  The bishop's eyes got big
as he watched me.

Then, he chuckled, "Never thought of that.  But none of the elders have had
anything today either.  Everyone's hungry and thirsty with you."  He didn't
say anymore, but I was still thirsty and my stomach growled and my head got
light - that water tasted funny.  He brought a small brass bowl and poured
it almost full of the herb-infused oil and told me not to drink it.  "This
is a spiritual purification and this'll make you sick!"

His fingers pushed some of the oil inside my anus.  When he saw me frowning
with those rude pushes, he kissed me and continued rubbing the oil on my
torso and my back, then around my neck.  The oil smelled good, like incense
and herbs and my skin warmed.

Though my stomach kept growling, and I was feeling better - almost happy.
Strange - I wasn't so scared anymore but feeling good.

"Do you want pancakes in the morning?"  He asked with a wink.

I didn't answer him.

My body started swaying a little, and my head felt light.  But I felt his
hands continuing to stroke every part of my body with more oil, including
my baldhead, my ears and my toes.

He asked me to lean over, I saw the bulb syringe.

"Why are you doing that?  I don't want -"

"Shhh.  It's just more herbs.  Hold it in - your body will absorb it."
Then he kissed me with tears in his eyes and turned me around.

"The herbs will transform - change your spirit.  Greater realizations,
you'll start understanding the entirety of your position.  Small acts have
great consequences.  You need to remember that - you'll become an elder - a
leader in a few more minutes."  He held my butt cheeks together so I
couldn't get rid of the herbs, and rocked our bodies together.

"I'll be right beside you, and if you feel like crying or if you get upset,
go ahead - that's your independent ego leaving.  When it leaves, it makes
more room for the elders' love to fill you."

"I'm afraid."  I told him and felt tears filling my eyes.

"We're all with you.  We all feel your fear right now, every one of us -
even me."

That didn't make me feel so great, but I was getting woozier, and I leaned
on him.  I barely remember the bishop carrying me upstairs to the small
room with Dad.

Though I was naked, I was comfortable, the air was warm and still.

***


I could smell wine and copal and opened my sleepy eyes.  But looking around
I couldn't see much - everything was dim.  Candles flickered along a narrow
table - flames lit the shadowy room and lit the faces of the men sitting
around the table chanting and reading from the texts.  All the elders were
in dark red robes, smiling and Jay walked me around the table as the men
kissed me, some touched my head.

Some told me I was "beautiful," "perfect," or "a natural," things like
that.  They kissed me and stroked my skin being very careful.  Two of them
offered me caresses with shaky hands.  By the time I finished circling the
table; I smelled the heavy incense more strongly and knew things were
getting more serious.  My hand went to my testicles, and I rubbed both of
them and fondled myself; maybe I was saying goodbye to one of them.

I really tried not to cry, but my legs were shaking and something in my
chest trembled.  Tears dripped down my cheeks and onto my bare chest.  Dad
stood and came to me at the head of the table, stroking my body.  "Stand
up, and be strong, son."  He wiped my nose with the sleeve of his robe.
"We're not making you less, you're about to get friends and lovers - men
who will help you all your life."  He kissed me and turned me to face the
elders.

"I bring my son."  He pushed me a step forward.

"Our Chosen Child forever."  They chanted together, and then repeated a
blessing from the sacred text.  They passed a large decanter of wine
around, each filling his chalice and, each one taking a long draw.  My
father offered me a drink.  It tasted sour to me, so I just wet my lips.

"You have to take more." Dad said and lifted the chalice higher.  I had to
take a big gulp.  Then, he drank the rest.

The bishop came beside me and began reading from the ancient texts.  I
didn't understand much of what he was saying, but I looked around at the
men as they nodded and smiled. Then, one of them started singing the
freedom song - the one about courage, living freely and guarding our
freedom to love and live in our ways.  The harmonies they made as they sang
reverberated through my head made in mind spin with their different voices
making the smooth strains surge through my body.

When they finished, my father took the candles from the table as the men
patted his back, smiled and helped, and then they returned to the sides of
the table, standing and waiting.  Jay held me closely in front of him as I
watched all this like it was a dream happening in front of me.  When the
table was bare, the bishop sprinkled the table and all the men with blessed
water and everything became silent.

In the dim light, I thought I saw stains on the table.  Dark stains in
small circles and larger, smeared areas...  Then, I remembered that all the
elders had been here before me...

All eyes were on me as Jay lifted my hand.  I didn't know what to do.

"Step up on the bench and lay down on the table."  Jay kissed my hand and
helped me onto the table.  Dad smiled and stood near the head of the table.
He folded a small towel and put it under my head and joined the other men
as they removed their robes until they were all naked to the waist.
Immediately, the room started to smell good, like the men that loved me.
Their aroma softened the sharp, stinging smells of the copal and wine.  The
bishop nodded and all twelve men placed their hands on my legs and arms.

Then he said some more words while he watched my face, smiling.  I didn't
understand much; his voice was blurry and I was feeling sort of dizzy.  All
this felt even more like a dream as twenty-four hands caressed me, and I
heard their soft voices telling me how beautiful I was, and how much I
blessed them with my pure, sweet innocence.

Then I heard the bishop speaking clearly from the end of the table near my
feet.  "His name is now Eraoe."

The men repeated, "Our beloved elder Eraoe."

My new name sounded like "arrow."  Strange name, but good - I would be
Eraoe for the rest of my life, and I smiled.  "Yeah, Eraoe the elder."

"I'm Eraoe."  I said and smiled as I looked up at Dad.

"My beloved."  He whispered and smiled.

***


Everything became silent again and very still as I heard the door to the
room open and shut.  Footsteps came toward the table.  Then, the bishop
stepped aside and another man I didn't know stepped up to the foot of the
table and nodded to the men.  Everyone smiled and nodded at him as if they
knew the tall, slender man in a white robe.

He took his robe off and was naked to his waist, with a wide chest covered
with curly gray and white hair in whorls around his nipples and down his
torso.  His skin was darkly tanned, and he had short, white wavy hair and a
big smile.  "What a beautiful man!"  He was so handsome he distracted my
thoughts momentarily.

The bishop handed him the wine, and he drank a sip, and then stood
perfectly still.  All the elders watched the man - he quickly flipped his
chalice and splattered my body with the rest of his wine!

I tensed my whole body and gasped with the cold splash and I looked at Dad.
That scared me!  Dad just smiled and kissed the splotches of wine away from
my eyes.

"You are Eraoe?"  The man asked.

I looked at him and nodded, "Yes."

Then, the tall man looked around the table at the men and lifted a small
bag onto the table.  Suddenly all the loving hands became clamp-like
holding me down on the table.  My legs were pulled open wide and I started
getting scared and looked at Dad.  My father leaned over and kissed me.
"Shhh.  Be brave."

The elders were stone-faced with their eyes fixed on my groin.  My mind was
spinning as I felt the tall man's cold fingers touching my belly and
thighs.  An icy liquid was dripped on scrotum.  It ran down to my anus and
onto the table, turning sticky underneath me.  The bishop donned plastic
gloves and smeared it thoroughly, covering where it had been poured.

"Remembrance."  The tall man ordered softly.  The hands that held my legs
moved to lift my knees, keeping them spread widely.  Smiling, the beautiful
man dipped his finger in the anointing oil and rubbed my anus.  A few of
the elders hummed and smiled.  Several elders grinned and nodded.

With his left hand, the tall man pressed two fingers alongside my scrotum
into my groin.  The places he pressed felt odd, like some new kind of magic
happening inside me.  He spoke in the old language and quickly shoved two
fingers into my rectum with his other hand.  That was surprising and not
comfortable - I looked at Dad.

"This is the good part."  He whispered.

The man's fingers turned and he pulled them out a little, then back in.
Curling his fingers inside me, he began exploring deeply, then all around
inside me.  Finally, he came to the place where it felt so good.  He
smiled.  "Perfect."

Then he looked in my eyes and his left hand began stroking from my balls to
my glans, slowly and very deliberately while his fingers rubbed hard inside
me.  I began breathing hard and my penis felt huge and warmed from the oil
and the incredible sensations I was feeling from his fingers.  My whole
body heated and my spine tingled.

"Eraoe!"  He spoke with authority, leaned over and sucked my glans hard.
My hips jerked and my back arched and a huge orgasm exploded inside me.  It
was so good; I had to close my eyes while it passed.  When I opened my
eyes, all the elders were smiling at me.  Their hands stayed strong on my
body holding me.

When he pulled his fingers out of me, he very delicately kissed my glans.

Yeah, I'd remember that!

***


The handsome man was preparing his equipment between my legs.  His hands
occasionally touched the insides of my thighs as they moved about.  Then,
he made sure I saw him snap on his latex gloves.  His eyes were on mine the
entire time he did that, and he was smiling!  Then he looked downward at my
body.  His gloved fingers touched me several times, examining each of my
testicles carefully with no comment.

Suddenly, my penis was jerked upward, hard and taped to my stomach by the
bishop.  Then, my scrotum was pulled downward, stretched tightly and taped
firmly between my legs.  My heart started beating faster, and my thoughts
were fuzzy, but I knew what would happen and couldn't do anything about it
now.  I didn't want to surrender - Dad had done this.  Every man around the
table had given the same sacrifice.  "Are you a brave boy?"  I remembered.

But I wasn't so sure now.  My courage ebbed to nothing...  The "me" of me
was shaking everything inside me.

The man laid out a small towel between my legs and looked up at me and
smiled.  "Do you freely offer?"  His voice was deep and soft.

I couldn't answer, so Dad's lips came to mine, "Are you ready?"  My eyes
met Dad's and I nodded, just barely as molten tears filled my eyes.

I felt my father's hands stroking my cheek softly as the metal instruments
clinked when the tall man laid them out.  Each sharp sound made my stomach
tense tighter and my lips quivered.  Two candles on tall, brass holders
were brought and placed near my waist.  I struggled a little, but
twenty-four hands held me still.  When I moved, they pressed harder
ordering me silently not to move.

The men watched intently as the man organized his tools between my legs and
began his work - some of the elders' faces paled.

The bishop came beside the man who was readying me and helped him prepare
for my sacrifice by taking several of the surgical tools.  I tried to lift
my head to see, but Jay held my forehead and shook his head.  "Almost
over."  I knew he was lying, trying to calm me.

***


I felt the handsome man's fingers on my left testicle.  He looked toward
the bishop.  The bishop nodded.

The handsome man's eyes were focused on my tiny sac.  His fingers pinched
the skin on my scrotum very tightly and I felt the cold metal blade touch
my skin and tears filled my eyes.  Then I felt the cold blade pressing into
my tender skin - sharp and stinging.  I started gasping with the pain.

It got worse, and the man glanced at my face as he took the knife blade and
opened the slit he'd just made.  Then, I thought my skin was ripping when
he pushed his fingertip inside the slit.  I screamed.

Some of the elders winced and looked away; others furrowed their brows and
glanced toward my face.  Hands held me more firmly against the table as the
cold metal holders pulled, gaping the slit on my scrotum as wide as
possible.  More stings ran up inside my body and I screamed again and again
- with every breath.  It was useless to try to move - I felt a knot of
panic starting to throw out sparks of fear inside my entire body. "Daddy!
It hurts!"

He only nodded.  Some of the elders had tears in their eyes that ran down
their faces, glistening in the candlelight.

Then, the man made another slit inside my scrotum to release my testicle
from inside the tunica; the tiny sac that held my testicle.  My body tried
to jump.  It hurt, as if lightening struck inside my groin.  The pain went
all over my body.

Screaming, and crying, "Daddy.  Daddy, it hurts so bad!"

"Be brave..."  Dad's tears fell on my face and neck.

Then, a cold metal probe shoved inside my body abruptly.  I started
screaming louder.

"Daddy!"  I was sobbing and screaming from deep inside my chest.  The
curved probe loosened my tiny testicle around the sides and bottom, ripping
the tender tissues apart - my whole body sizzled with pain.  My back
arched, and Dad's hand went to my belly to hold me down.

A few of the elders clearly turned their faces away; some swayed a little
as they did.  I could feel some of the hands that held me down weaken for a
few moments.

Then the handsome man looked down at me while he squeezed the loosened
inner sac.  His fingers found their place.  The man watched my face,
smiling.  Then, he pinched his fingers hard.  I felt my testicle pop out
and wetness run down between my legs.  That scared me more than the pain
and I was screaming louder - gasping for more breath to scream again and
again.

Blood!  My blood!  No one said anything.  Several elders shut their eyes
and leaned their heads back moving their lips.  Some of them swallowed
hard.  Could they really feel the pain I felt?

The bishop began heating a small metal rod in the candle flame.  I felt my
still-warm testicle resting outside on the skin of my scrotum as I
continued sobbing.

Jay's eyes were crying while I screamed and moaned.  "Almost over."  He
whispered to me, lying again probably.

I was hoarse and tried to continue screaming.  It hurt so much, and it
seemed like it would never end.  Everything inside me felt pulled too tight
and ripping apart.

"Daddy - Daddy, it hurts so much!"  I sobbed and cried.

"Beautiful sacrifice - be brave a few more moments."  He told me and
watched intently.

The man working between my legs used long metal clamps that really stung as
he tugged hard, pulled tightly and pinched the clamp onto the tender
vessels holding my testicle to my body.

"Vas deferens..."  Dad whispered.  "...almost over."  Everything inside my
groin felt like it was ripping apart - it hurt so bad, stinging and like
broken glass was scraping everywhere inside me.  I continued trying to
scream and move my hips, but the hands held me tighter and pressed my
hipbones holding me hard against the wooden table.  My knees were stretched
farther apart.

Looking up, "Daddy!"  I begged.  He knew I needed relief.  He kissed me and
nodded his head, then glanced at my groin; his tears kept dropping on my
face.

When I saw the man lift the tiny, pointed scissors, I yelled again even
though it too late.  I felt the tug of the snip and my tiny testicle was
lying at the base of my penis.  Then, the man took the red-hot metal rod
from the candle flame and held it to the snipped end of the tube he'd cut
at the top of my testicle.

"Ahhh!"  I screamed again and again.

Some of the elders cringed and looked toward Dad; some put their head down,
and some just shut their eyes.  Then the tall man put the metal rod back
into the flame.

My mouth was open, but I'd lost my voice from screaming - but that heat
stung deep into my very body.  Then, the burning touch happened again as he
closed a blood vessel.

I tried shrieking, but my voice was uselessly stuck in my raw throat.  I
felt a few drops of pee filling my navel and run down the side of my waist.

The man recauterized the cut's he'd made and stood back for a moment
examining his work.

My voice had left - I was making empty cries, just animal sounds.

The man watched my face as he unclamped the tubes he'd just cauterized and
removed the metal clamps that held the cut open.  For a split second, I
felt something slither inside my groin.

Complete separation.  Sacrifice made yet the pain continued.  Too much pain
- I passed out, but felt the tugging on my skin as he stitched my scrotum
shut.  Then, slowly, he wiped my groin and between my legs.  Most of the
elders sighed and glanced at my face.

When I looked up, I saw the handsome man lift his hands and rub his palms
along my waist and on the outside of my thighs.  Then, he leaned over and
kissed my one remaining testicle and the tip of my penis that was almost
hiding inside my groin but peeking out over the tape.

His eyes met mine and he smiled.  "I love you Eraoe."

I glanced at Dad, somewhat confused and extremely tired and sore.
Everything below my belly button seemed to be burning and so very tender.

"My love."  Dad kissed me deeply - that helped me stop crying a little.

***


The bishop handed a small tray around and each man, one at a time, removed
their hands while the others held me down and took something from the plate
and put it in their mouths.  Some only dabbed a fingertip on the tray and
took the taste to their tongues.

By that time the handsome man was finished with bandaging me and set his
things aside to take a small crumb from the tray and put it on his tongue,
watching my face, smiling.

The elders smiled and said a blessing for me.  When the tray came to Dad,
he took a tiny bit from the tray and put it in his mouth, and leaned over
to kiss me, putting the soft, cold little crumb on my tongue.

"Swallow, son."  He smiled.  I did, still shocky, and more light-headed
than before.

The hands that held me so firmly now stroked me gently and lifted me to
stand and began singing a song of thanks.  All the men shook Dad's hand as
they left, and kissed me on the cheek saying it was the most beautiful
sacrifice they'd ever seen, and they welcomed me as the newest elder.

My body began to shake with exhaustion and being stunned, but Dad stood
behind me and kept me upright until all the elders had passed.  Out the
corner of my eye, I saw the handsome man put his robe on.  He came to Dad
and me, but he didn't kiss me.

He kissed Dad and then Jay, he leaned over to kiss me, and I saw his eyes
were red and tearing, but he simply caressed my cheek.  "Incredible!"  He
said.  Then he left in his white robe with his small bag in his hand.

***


We went home immediately.  Jay came along, carrying me in the car.

"I better stay with him to make sure he's alright."  He said.

When Dad got out of the car, Jay whispered, "Now you're mine forever."

That's when I felt a strange surge of strength coming from somewhere deep
inside my chest.

"Forever?"  I thought I could almost feel what forever meant.  My mind saw
millions of stars in the inky blackness of space; the white stars came
closer and appeared to become tiny testicles.  Screams and cries in every
timbre; every pitch echoed through time.  Then, a faint image came -
millions of boys standing up straight and tall from their sacrificial
altars, standing side-by-side.  A glint of light shown between them for a
split second.

Me!

That flash of light was me!  My mind saw my shaved head held high with a
big smile striding forward to them, proud and tall through all time with
all the elders when they were young.  I was with them now, forever.  Deep,
profound satisfaction filled my chest.  I was never bigger or stronger than
I felt as I looked up at Jay.

"Beautiful!  My beautiful boy.  Mine forever."  He whispered and kissed my
neck again and again.

But I couldn't say anything - there weren't words, only feelings inside me
that I couldn't describe.  Everything felt so strange, I wondered if I was
drugged, but I didn't care.

It felt good to be in his arms, warm and loved forever.

***


Finally, I was in my own bed with Jay and Dad sitting beside me.  They told
me again and again how strong I was and what a wonderful boy I was.  "Never
seen a more perfect sacrifice and such a natural, wonderful response.  You
are loved more than you'll ever know."  Dad told me.

For a moment, I thought they might be trying to convince themselves that my
ritual wasn't so hard on me, but I was curious...  "What was that Dad put
in my mouth?  Was it some herbs?"  I asked Jay.

"Part of your sacrifice."

"You mean I ate myself?"  My heart stopped with that thought.

"Well, it's part of the ritual."  He explained.

I was so stunned, I couldn't think.  I'd eaten my own testicle!

"Every man in the room has done that and tasted plenty more.  It binds us
together.  You'll take your share of the next sacrifice."

I fell asleep as Jay wiped the sticky wine and chemicals off my tired body.


Chapter 4.  Training



The next morning, I slept late, but I smelled something good coming from
the kitchen.  Mom and Dad were in the kitchen eating big stacks of pancakes
with honey and fruit.  "The bishop said you wanted pancakes and someone
left a jar of honey on the porch."  Mom said.  "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess.  Sore."  My groin felt like I'd been kicked hard.

"Are you hungry?"  Dad asked.

"Really hungry."  I sat down and Dad made a big pile of pancakes for me.
Mom told me that she was going to have the baby about the same time of my
next birthday.  She didn't want the baby to be chosen for anything if she
had a boy!

"I didn't like that video - seeing you cry for so long without being
comforted.  Don't know why men have to hurt each other to be part of their
clubs.  Seems like it promotes more violence and pain."

"Put it on the agenda for the next meeting with the bishop."  Dad said.
"I'd rather we get a tiny phosphorescent tattoo of a constellation - maybe
their new name or the sanctuary symbol...  Could have a big dinner with a
bonfire and music.  I'd rather do something less, well - less severe for a
kid and much less evident.  It's an easily identifiable mark.  Not good..."

They talked about the ritual but that wasn't my concern in the moment.  "Is
Jay coming back today?"  I asked Dad.

"Yes."  Dad flipped more pancakes, thinking.  "Listen, Eraoe.  Elders
aren't supposed to become too attached to our Chosen Children.  I know he
loves you, but you belong to all the elders, and all of them belong to you.
All equally.  Got that?  When one person becomes too close to another, it
can cause jealousy and competition - disrupts the peace.  The other elders
can feel deprived or cheated and then the problems start.  I know you love
him, but you will have to share yourself and share him - like I share
myself between your mom and the other elders."

Dad kept making pancakes till I was full and even let me put ice cream on
the last one!

I didn't say anything more about Jay; he'd probably want to see how I was
doing and come later.

I was glad to be home.

***


That afternoon, Jay and Steve came over.  I repeated my language lessons
for Steve and handed him my homework.  He said I did great, and he gave me
a list of words to learn to say; he'd given me the names of the days and
months, and the numbers.  "Cardinal, ordinal and all the old measuring
units.  This week!  I'll be back next week to quiz you on them and send you
a video with how to pronounce the diphthongs clearly.  Watch those
diacriticals!"

Dad was proud and started using more of the old language with me.  Mom
wrote me notes using the old alphabet - her writing was so beautiful and
curvy!

Then, Steve took me to my bedroom with Jay and Dad.  Jay lay on the bed
next to me while Steve started digging in his medical bag.

"Steve, slow down and tell Eraoe what you're going to do first."  Jay
reminded Steve.

"Okay, little brother, I'm going to take your temperature and check under
the bandage to see if things closed correctly.  Is your throat still
hoarse?"

"It's okay."  My eyes were still red and puffy and I still felt a little
dizzy but didn't say anything more.  Very carefully, he tugged at the tape
holding my bandage on.  "Are you wearing slippers and keeping your feet
soft like I asked?"  He spoke softly to me.

"Except for yesterday."  I answered as he glanced at my toes and inspected
the skin on my feet.

Steve pushed my knees to my chest.  "Let's get your temperature."  The
thermometer was cool as it went in but it surprised me.  "Have you eaten
anything?"

"Pancakes!"  I grinned, "Lots of them - with honey."

"Good.  Your dad's going to call me if you stop eating.  Be sure to drink a
lot of water and fluids.  Does it hurt when you pee?"

"No."  That's when I remembered I drank the holy water - maybe I was going
to make sparkly pee or something.  I didn't admit I'd done that!

Finally, the bandage came off.  "Can I see?"  I asked, lifting my head.

Steve smiled, "Sure."  He looked at Dad.  "Looks great."

Dad brought a mirror so I could see the tiny stitches clearly.  I touched
all around, and it felt so sore.  I was a little lopsided, but it was only
a small mark, still dark where my blood had dried to the edges of the cut.
It felt so much bigger when the blade cut me.  The skin around my scrotum
was grayish and my groin was a little puffy.

Steve said I didn't have a fever.  "Apply a cold compress if he's sore and
call me immediately if the area turns red and gets hot - don't wait."

Steve carefully dabbed the cool ointment, Jay had the new bandage opened
and ready.  "No briefs!"  Steve winked at me.  "No jeans and no running and
jumping around like a rabid monkey.  Don't stretch the skin or the muscles
in your groin."  He smiled at me, "You were beautiful, little brother."

He kissed me and whispered that he loved me.

As he packed his bag I asked who the man was that cut me.

"That's the ritual master.  Jay flew him in from Canada after the doctor
saw your photos and talked to the bishop.  He's an elder in a sanctuary in
France, and another one outside of Montreal.  Nice guy - Dr. Raphael.
"After your sacrifice, he cried like a baby he was so touched.  We took him
out to dinner and met his son.  Beautiful video, he was honored to perform
your sacrifice."

"Why do people keep saying it's so beautiful, when I was screaming and
hollering?"

"Well," He paused, "some people say it's your independent ego leaving, but
I think it's something deeper - you don't seem to have a strong independent
nature, you're so young - that hasn't developed in you yet."  He thought
for a moment.  "You know, we're not the kind of people who scream and yell
very often - when someone screams around here, there's usually been an
accident, or they're surprised, like when the snake came in the
schoolhouse.  But every scream carries a different meaning..."

Steve put his arm around me and covered my bandage with his hand, "There
was something very pure we could hear through your pain, like complete
honesty - raw sincerity.  Sure, everyone knew that was a lot of pain for a
child, and you never said to stop.  You kept going through the pain and
gave up something most men consider sacred to themselves.  You gave that
beautiful, perfect, prized part of your body - you gave it for our love.
How impressive that you could do that for the love of...  Well, you gave us
hope, and strength to keep moving forward when times are tough."

He held me beside him closely, "I think people like the video because -
well, it's such a candid response to the pain of a big life change - you
had pain and were so brave at the same time.  That was a beautiful lesson
you taught us."

"Did you cry and yell when you sacrificed?"  I asked, needing some honest
context.

Steve rubbed his groin and blushed.  "I was a little older and came from a
difficult home.  My parents weren't part of the sanctuary.  "Bad things
happened when I was very young and I came to live with my uncle, he's an
elder here - you met Luc."

I nodded; Luc spoke with a thick accent - a short, stout, dark man with a
square face and a moustache who worked as a machinist in town.

"When the elders treated me so well, I came to love them deeply.  I was
about twelve when I asked if I could be a chosen, because I wanted to be
part of them.  My uncle gave me some drugs for my sacrifice because my body
was bigger, and I think he was more afraid than I was.  Glad he did.  Not
all the ritual masters have been as gentle as Dr. Raphael was with you."

Then, Steve told me something in a serious voice.  "Listen!  No rubbing, no
orgasms and no excitement in your southern hemisphere for the next two
weeks.  Promise?"

I nodded and saw Jay grinning.  But Steve saw him grin too, "Do you hear
me, `Randy' Jollis?  No orgasms or masturbation - nothing!  Let him heal
perfectly."

***


For the next week, I enjoyed staying home with Mom and Dad.  Jay came over
at night to sleep with me and change my bandage and had to take my
temperature several times.  Dad told him to stop on the third day - I
didn't have any fever.  "You're harassing his rear end with all those
checks.  Gonna hide that darn thermometer!  Don't think I don't know what
you're up to, Jay!"  Jay just laughed and continued spoiling me when Dad
wasn't looking.

My energy came back quickly as I ate and drank more every day and got to
walk with Jay every evening.  He told my Dad that I really needed a
supporter, and brought a tiny, blue and white jock strap for me.  "It only
needs to be washed once a week, so save it for me.  I have this special
soap at my house..."

Dad grabbed the little bit of cloth.  "Jay, it'll go in the washer here
with the rest of his laundry!  Back off the boy!  And it fits, so he
doesn't need to model it for you any more!"

Jay grinned and shrugged his shoulders.  "Okay."

I started meeting the bishop in the morning while he was jogging, but he
told me we couldn't race.  "Jog one block with me until Steve says we can
run again."

Steve finally gave me permission to run in the mornings - I really liked
the cool, moist air on my face and pacing myself alongside the bishop's big
strides in the quiet, dim light of dawn.  We ran like deer, fast and silent
and sometimes we could see constellations above us, and the planets ahead
of us.  I remembered what forever felt like when I ran with him in the
dark.

***


The bishop had to have his kiss everyday at noon, and he kept a sharp eye
on my little scar.  It was bright pink but closed neatly alongside the
ridge that ran up the center of my scrotum.  He liked touching it and
rubbing me with lotion, but he got more on my penis than anywhere else.

I didn't say anything to the bishop but told Mom that he seemed to be a
messy guy and held up my lotion-spotted briefs. She laughed and said that's
what soap and water are for.  "Toss `em in the hamper."

***


One day at noon, the bishop locked the door to his office and pushed his
pants down and stood me between his legs behind his desk.  "Eraoe, when
your body starts making some liquid when you orgasm, your duties will
change.  Let's see if we can get you kick-start some of that liquid.  I
don't know how much longer I can wait."

"What duties are gonna change?"  I asked.

"Hmmm..."  He looked to the side with one of those looks that adults make
when they don't want to give you all the information.

"Tell me what's going to happen.  I need to know so I can do my job."  I
said.

"Okay, it means you can start calming men with kisses on their erections.
I can't wait for your sweet pink lips around my shaft sucking all my semen
out and giving me some of the greatest satisfaction an elder can have."  He
was breathing hard thinking about it.  "And I want your little shaft on my
tongue."  He moaned.  "I'll be so gentle.  I promise."

That didn't seem too weird - I loved it when Steve sucked me.  "Dad says
I'm not ready yet."

"Well."  He stammered a little, "Let's see what your precious body has to
say."

"Dad says wait - he wants me healed inside completely.  He says no oral sex
for me because you may suck too hard.  But I'll call him since you're the
bishop."

The bishop grabbed my phone out of my hand.  "Okay.  Okay.  I'll wait.  But
I need to give you some attention right now."

I was a little confused, "Are you saying you need some attention right now?
Sounds like you need attention more than me."

"Let us pray."  He whispered, breathing fast.  He got fidgety while he took
his erection and began stroking himself and praying for my body to mature
for him.

I didn't think prayer would help, Mom told me nature was in charge of my
growth and it was like tiny reactions of chemicals my body made that
happened slowly where we couldn't see it.

The bishop became more excited he forgot about praying and grabbed my penis
and pushed my foreskin back.  Then he touched my glans to his and pushed
his foreskin over my erection.  His fingers held his foreskin tight as his
other hand stroked his erection fast.  My penis was trapped against the tip
of his!

He stroked his erection, shook and gasped and I felt his semen pushing
against my glans - so hot and so much!  The rushes of his semen kept
pushing into my slit.  I gasped with every surge.  It dripped down all over
my jeans and his shoes, but it felt good.  I liked the smell of men and
semen.

He kept stroking, and leaned over to kiss me.  "Please make some cum for
me, please?"

I smiled.  "Dad says he gets first dibs on virgin boy-cum.  He said so."

The bishop chuckled.  "Oh?"  He paused.  "Well, can I call dibs on your
pixie juice?  It usually comes first, you know."

"Nope.  He's training me, so he has to know when my changes happen."  I
laughed at his tricky talk.  "Pixie juice!"

"How about the training fluid?"  He continued.

I laughed and pulled my jeans up.  "Wait!  Dad said so!"

"Well, aren't you the little fox?"  The bishop tousled my hair and kissed
me, and then we had to clean up another mess he made.

***


Steve came by one day to check my scar and told me that the pink would go
away, and no one would know if my scrotum didn't get too big and "drop" too
far.  He pushed down his jeans and showed me his penis and his testicle.
His one testicle was so small, and tight against the base of his penis I
could hardly tell he made sacrifice, but his groin looked odd.  He didn't
have any hair!

I reached out to touch, and his skin felt soft and smooth.  Steve just
grinned and pulled his jeans up, kissed my forehead and gathered his
things.

"Maybe later..."  His face was bright red!

Then he had to check my feet again.

***


Jay came over every evening to check my progress, or that's what he said.

Dad told Jay that it was time to start my training now that the scar was
completely healed and everything looked okay.

But Dad was stern, "We've been without a Chosen Child for a long time, I
know, but you're going to have to put the brakes on your lust.  You may be
my senior, but that doesn't mean you can horn in on my relationship with
Eraoe.  Training him is my responsibility, and one I've been looking
forward to, so back off.  You're getting too attached."

"I can love Eraoe.  You can't stop me."  He told Dad, and then grinned at
me.  "I'm gonna love your comfort when your father finishes your training.
Listen and learn."  e winked at me; he was going to do what he wanted
anyway - like he always did!

That night, my parents and Jay talked about the big gathering of our sect,
and made plans to borrow a big recreational vehicle together so Mom would
be comfortable.  She was pregnant with twins that would come at the end of
October.

Twins!

I kissed her belly everyday to say hello to my new sisters - well, I hoped
they would be sisters.

She explained that twins may be different, like a boy and a girl, but she
said that was decided among the stars.

***


My dad's training classes were the best lessons in my life - I ran home
every day to see what he was going to teach me.  I wanted to be the best
Chosen Child ever! Every afternoon, Dad had to tell Jay to go home, and
then Dad gave me more "intimacy lessons" on how to comfort men so I could
help keep peace.

After work, Dad and I showered together and he showed me the places on
people's bodies where they like being touched.  "Always ask if you aren't
sure, or you don't get a response.  Adults get tense and stressed, so find
out which muscles are hard and start helping them relax.  Sometimes they
like a light massage or a tickle."  Dad's fingers were nimble, and always
warm.  "Kisses help men start relaxing - ask first.  Not everyone likes
kissing."

Everyday he gently showed me on my body and his, how to be comforting.  "Be
careful with feet and ribs, tickling can be frightening to some people."

He took me to bed held me close, teasing my nipples and showing me how to
use my tongue and suck them gently.  Dad trembled when I sucked his nipples
and had to push me away and breathe to calm himself.  "Not everyone likes
that, but you could change their minds."

He was excited!  I did it right!

"Your elders may not want any touches or tickles, but someone to hold them
while they talk or cry.  Let them talk.  Forget what they talk about -
people get upset and say things they don't really mean - they're releasing
their fears through their mouths.  Common practice.  If they ask you what
they should do, remind them when it's time, they'll know.  You're to help
them relax so their answers will come."

Dad kissed me and told me that all they said and did was a secret, "just
between you and that elder.  Don't even tell me, but the serious things
won't come till you're older.  Now, let's see if you're making any
pre-seminal fluid yet."

"The bishop calls it `pixie juice.'"  I told him.

"Oh, yeah?  `Pixie juice?'  How imaginative for an old geezer!  What did
you tell him?"

"I told him you got first dibs."

"These old codgers are getting too impatient.  I'll speak with them - you
need your training first."  Dad turned himself around on the bed and put
his lips at my glans.  That really excited me - I breathed his musk, it was
so rich and strong when he was aroused.  No one smelled as good as my dad.

His groin was at my face as we lay on our sides, closely.  "Eraoe, take my
penis in your hand and watch what happens."  His penis was huge, and I
wrapped my hand around it.  He started licking my penis very lightly while
I watched his erection grow and the veins fill and pulse against my
fingers.

"If you start rubbing me like Jay does to you, you'll see my `pixie juice.'
That's pre-seminal fluid or pre-cum and it works like oil - makes things
slippery."  Slowly, I used both hands to gently rub his erection and saw a
drop of liquid come out, then more come out of the slit on his glans.
Dad's body jerked a little.  His body smelled like love to me.

But I stopped and closed my eyes, and put my hands down on his head,
"Daddy!"  I was breathing hard, and my hips moved against his face when he
began sucking me.  I felt a twinge underneath my scar, but it didn't stop
the jolt of excitement that hit my body for a long moment.

Dad made me orgasm, then I felt him chuckle, "Sweet air-cum."

I opened my eyes to see a small stream of fluid coming out of Dad's slit,
and I licked it.  "That's right, give me a kiss, and then suck lightly."  `
Dad was trying to stay still, but he was moaning and rubbing his face
against my groin, telling me how much he loved me.  "Now!"  Was all I heard
when hot streams of semen hit my tongue and my face.  I was surprised!  Dad
sounded like he was in pain - he was moaning and gasping.

The taste of the stuff that jumped out of his penis astonished me - so
much!  I licked some directly out of his erection, and then stuck my tongue
into his little slit and wiggled the tip of my tongue like a lizard.

He screamed and grabbed me hard.  Did I hurt Dad?

When he realized he scared me, he moved his hips away from me, and brought
his face to mine smiling.  "That was more than perfect!"  He was breathing
hard.  "Get used to the smell and the taste of a man's semen.  When that
happens, you've brought relief and satisfaction - good job.  Incredible
tongue work."

Then, I remembered.  "I tasted semen before - the bishop gave it to me
before the ritual."

"Right.  The elders were inside you during your ritual, and they're with
you right now in every part of your body.  Isn't that great?"

"Yeah."  Thinking about that made me feel stronger, and prouder.

He smiled at me.  "Enough for tonight my little Eraoe.  I have to rest."
After licking his semen from me, he pushed it in my mouth with his tongue.
Then, he held me against him and we fell asleep together.

That was an astounding lesson; I loved my dad more than anything.

***


Every night Dad showed me how to calm a man and satisfy them so they could
relax and find their answers.  He taught me how to kiss their neck and rub
their muscles and touch them in special places, like between their legs.  I
asked him about what happened when Steve rubbed inside my ass and my
remembrance.

"I want that again!  Rub inside me with your finger."

"Not yet.  Let's get the basics down first.  We're going to practice
difficult situations for a while."

"Dad, I want some more fingers inside me!"  I told him.  "That feels
dopey-good."

"Those lessons come after your `pixie juice.'"  He chuckled, "after you
have sperm in your ejaculate.  Your body isn't ready yet."

"Dad, that'll take another century - I want some now!"

I grumbled, but he explained that what happened before when I felt
"dopey-good" was part of my physical exam and the ritual.  "Those weren't
for comforting.  Right now, I'm in charge, and we'll wait until later."

So Dad helped me make good questions to ask the men what would help them
relax and told me we don't use the word "fuck."

"People use the word `fuck' for pleasure and for an insult.  When meanings
are in opposition, it makes things confused, and sex is a natural way to
comfort and calm another person.  If a person uses the word `fuck' with
you, get up and leave.  You're not here to screw or fuck, you're here to
love."

"Am I a slut?"  I asked - one of the boys used the word and made a joke on
the playground.  Dad stood up and turned away.  I heard him take several
deep breaths - that's what he did when he was upset.  Finally, he turned
around and came back to hold me against him - his face was red and he had
tears in his eyes.

"My love, there aren't any sluts, whores, cunts, dickheads, cucks, pussies
or fuckholes on this planet - only sad, desperate people trying to build
themselves up by insulting others with those names.  They insult themselves
by revealing their weaknesses and fears they can't face.  They take love
and comfort from an important place and throw it in the gutter.  You'll
never hear those words from an elder."  He stroked my face, "You'll
understand more when you're older, but those words are a sign you're in
very bad company.  Bad people do bad things - confused, angry people cause
confusion and hatred around them.  Elders bring comfort and peace."

Dad told me to watch out for signs of anyone who might twist my skin or
hurt me.  "Especially the people who smile and tell you it's not hurting
while they do it, some of them will say that's how they love you.
Sometimes people use pain and hurt other people's bodies - they do terrible
things trying to calm themselves, but it never helps no matter much they do
it."

"Why?"  I asked.  No one ever hurt other people in our community.

"Shame and guilt, things like that - could be a crazy dependence on
destructive things.  When people depend on the wrong things, they become
desperate and confused.  Encouraging dependency and addictions are ways to
control and contain people and steal their humanity.  Lots of societies
manipulate people and keep them dependant and addicted; people accept those
problems without thinking about the repercussions.  For now, stay close to
the elders and people who love you."

That night, Dad went over our bodies and made me say all the right words
for the different parts and explained the words for women's bodies.  I had
to repeat all the names back to him; I had to learn in English and the old
language.


***


One night, Dad showed me how to help a person who was upset start to accept
comfort and calm themselves.  "They may show up at the sanctuary and ask
for you. Take them in the bishop's office.  If he's busy - he'll ask you to
go downstairs, but for now, always stay in his office.  The elders trust
each other.  "Never, never leave the sanctuary with someone we don't know."

Dad told me sometimes when a member is dying they may ask me to come
snuggle with them.  "They may be weak, so be tender.  Kisses and gentle
touches are good.  Let them feel your body.  A touch on soft skin brings
awe and pleasure that helps them relax naturally - that will help them ease
back into our universe.  It's okay to cry with them - they're making a big
change, stay alongside and help them be brave.  You'll know what to do when
you're there; kindness brings calm."

***


Jay came on Friday night and came to visit Dad but went through the house
calling for me.  He came up to me saying he was agitated.  "I need some
comfort right now!"

It was odd, the way he asked, and I asked him to sit on the couch, and I
sat on his lap.  He always liked that.  "Do you want to see my scar?"  I
asked when he slipped his hand under my robe.

"No.  I want hot boy-pussy." He pushed my robe back and took my penis
between his fingers and squeezed, then he pulled it hard and pinched!

"Ow!  Stop that!"  I pushed his hand away.

Quickly, he turned me over on his lap and began spanking me hard!  I was
screaming when his hand slapped my rear again and again.  "You didn't kiss
me!  You're no elder.  Stingy little cunt - nothing but a cock-tease - I'm
gonna screw you inside-out - the hard way!"  He barked at me.

I wriggled away from him, still angry about the spanking - but I stared at
Jay, then stood, stomped my foot and pointed at the door.  "I am not
stingy!"  I said.  "You hurt me, and you didn't kiss me either!  You have
to go back outside and start all over the right way or don't come back in
at all!"

Then Dad and Jay started laughing hard - Dad was crying and wiping his
eyes, and Jay was trying not to chortle.

Dad grabbed me, "You have to be more careful!  When you say stop, you have
to get up and leave in that very moment - don't wait!  Get your phone out
and call me or the bishop!"  Dad said.  "And you can't argue with an
ignorant old skunk like Jay!  Useless task!"

I stared at Jay but hugged Dad, watching them both guffaw.  "But he's my
friend and he loves me - why did he do that?"

"He's teaching you to be safe.  The elders don't spank children, and they
don't call names and use insulting words - that's disrespectful.  Your work
is about calming and comforting - that means with you, too.  Equal
exchange, Eraoe!"

Jay was still chuckling, but pulled me back to him, "Did I hurt your sweet
penis?  Come here and let me kiss it."  He held me close and apologized,
"You know how much I love you and that was a naughty trick we played.  Your
dad asked me to teach you a lesson.  Forgive me, little lover."

I gave him a "bishop kiss," glad he was kind to me again while Dad went to
bring iced tea for us.

Quickly, when Dad was in the kitchen, Jay stood me on the couch with one of
my feet by each of his hips and sniffed my groin, and then I felt his
tongue on my scar before he sucked my penis and testicle in his mouth at
the same time!  That was when I had to stop breathing it felt so good.

Dad came back and tried to pull me away, but it was too late.  I leaned
against Jay's head, grabbed his hair and pulled his face against my groin
hard.  "Aaangh!"  He had his hands on my butt and pressed me against his
face and I had an intense, but brief orgasm.  My knees got wobbly.  Sliding
down to sit on his lap, I rubbed my face on Jay's chest.

"Are you going to sleep with me when we go to the big gathering?"  He
asked.

What could I say?  I was feeling so good and I looked up at him and smiled.
"Anything you want."

Dad cleared his throat and reminded me that I was to treat all the elders
the same, "Not good to get attached to any one elder - especially Jay.
Give him a kiss and move along.  He's too calm since he retired."

Jay just laughed, "I love you - I don't mind sharing."

"Well, where's your wife these days?  Can't you love her instead of doting
on Eraoe like an addled baboon?"  Dad asked Jay

"In the eastern sanctuary, she's training three Chosen Children - all
girls.  They're so beautiful, every one of them with dark, curly hair -
angelic."  Jay's hands rubbed my short hair and he kissed me, caressing my
face, keeping me close.

Dad and Jay talked about adult stuff while I sat on Jay's lap and opened
his shirt and started sucking his nipples to stay close and smell him.  He
held me against him tighter and opened his pants, pulling his big, hot
erection out.

He rubbed my miniscule erection against his hard, throbbing rod and his
breathing became fast.  I hunched against him, with my tiny erection
rubbing hard on his shaft.  The moist skin and smell of Jay made me
excited, and rubbing against him was making me want to cum

Soon enough his erection shot a lot of cum between us and he held me hard
against him, then kissed my head.  "You're a natural.  Distraction, desire,
need and release of all the stressors - beautifully done.  Do you like the
taste of cum?"

I nodded and licked his cum off his chest while his knees trembled
underneath me.  "Will you cum for me again?"  He whispered.  "Give me some
virgin boy-cum, please?"

"Jay," I grinned.  "I only make nothing-cum.  Dad checks every night."

He swiped his finger through his cum and rubbed it on my anus.  "We're
going to celebrate when your body gives me some boy-honey.  Let's see if we
can get your little body to make a droplet for your favorite elder."  He
started pressing his finger into my ass, and I remembered how good it felt
when Steve did that.

"Back off, Jay!  I'll handle my son's development and his training."  Dad
took Jay's hand from rear.

Jay just grinned.  "Okay.  Okay, but I want to taste the first..."

Dad lifted an eyebrow and shot him a look. "Do I need to keep him locked
up?  Or do we need to lock you horny galoots into a cell together until the
boy's older?  This is getting ridiculous.  Your pestering my boy has to
stop!"  Dad really lit into Jay about pushing me too fast, but they calmed
down when they reminisced about some things in the past.

Seems like they were close for a long time and had helped each other
through some tough times.  Dad started crying about something I didn't
understand, and then Jay started crying and held Dad against him for a long
time while Dad cried and cried.  I didn't understand all that, but I
watched.

Finally, they spoke softly and came to an agreement.  Jay could help with
my training if he promised not to push my body too fast, and he would show
me things he and Dad did together!

Why did Jay always get his way?

***


They took me to bed with them and let me watch while Dad showed me how to
bite Jay softly around his groin.  I gave Jay lip-bites around the head of
his penis while Dad licked his scrotum and worked his fingers inside Jay's
anus.  Then Dad told me to watch while he gave Jay deep strokes in his
behind with his erection.  They were both silent for a while, only sighing
and groaning softly - only the sound of their skin touching.

"Watch.  He'll let you know when he wants more when he pushes back against
you..."  Dad whispered.

Then things got going fast and Jay got really loud asking for more.  Yeah,
he was pressing his butt toward Dad.  Jay begged for more, tugging at his
erection till they both climaxed at almost the same time.  Then, they
kissed for a long time and thanked each other.

Dad explained that was how they erased all the bad feelings between them.
Dad stuck his fingers back in Jay's ass while they kissed and told him that
feeling his semen inside Jay was a blessing, "I love you Dad."

"What?"  I thought.  "My dad just called Jay `dad?'  Was Jay my
grandfather?"  I didn't understand that - but I didn't care right then.

The bedroom smelled like men, and semen and poop till they went to the
shower.  They held each other when they came back to bed, and I snuggled
between them when they fell asleep.

That whole evening was a very good lesson.  My dad knew how to make comfort
happen - he was an expert elder.


Chapter 5.  Gathering



Steve came by the bishop's office more often with my language classes
before the big gathering.  "After the opening procession on Wednesday,
you'll be reciting from the text.  Your pronunciation must be perfect.
Some of the best from around the world will be there listening.  Our old
language must be preserved precisely."

Then he handed me a paper with a few sentences to memorize.  "Then, we're
scheduled to make a presentation on Friday at noon.  You and Serena will
perform this short historical drama about our Darkest Days.  I'll be by
every day at noon to help you two practice."

I looked at the papers and thought I couldn't do this.  Not enough time to
memorize it all.  "This is a lot, I don't know -" I asked thinking of how
many people would be watching and maybe I would get stuck.

"Serena will help if you forget your lines."  He chuckled, "and so will the
audience."

The bishop started working with me every day and explained how in our
history, people allowed children to mingle with adults in all matters,
sampling what their adult life would bring.  "Children take what they can
accept at their age, and come back later for more about anything -
finances, or pregnancy or drug use, mental problems, natural disasters,
sexuality or bodies when they were interested and wanted more information,
like you've done all your life.  "You probably never noticed it - most
other kids in the world can't do that.  They're kept ignorant of the most
important parts of life..."

Never thought that other kids in town only had tiny bits of information, if
any at all.

"Information limiting is common in the outside world - our openness rankles
a lot of societies.  They're afraid that kids might learn something and
challenge their adult power.  Our culture lets kids know what they want
when they ask and before they need it - information is like a tool to build
a good life.  We respect the intelligences and wisdom children are born
with."

"Is that why I'm an elder but I'm not old?"

"Well, yes, that's one reason.  Elders need your perspective and
insights...  The only training you'll get is on the old texts and
comforting.  You bring new ways to practice and adapt the old truths by
being yourself - you remind us we have to adapt and change for the next
generations.  "Children are more open to new things..."  He thought for a
moment.

"In other societies it's always the old people trying to control peoples'
lives and relationships with punishment and shame - the same way they do
with their children.  It's a big power-amassing game when there's enough
power for everyone.  Kids have a lot of power; they just create it on the
spot!  Yep, a newborn can make an adult jump at two in the morning when
she's hungry!  Most of the time kids aren't aware of their power - their
presence alone is a power that pushes old folks to be better and do better
- that builds strong families and communities - we keep each other strong
and healthy."

Through the afternoon, the bishop explained a lot about our own sanctuary -
that people didn't marry or have engagements.  Our members abolished
familial homes by allowing children to choose their own parents and change
them as their needs and wants changed.  "Many kinds of people, many kinds
of love, many kinds of lovers - there's great power in love.  Sheesh!  No
one can be good at everything - that's not how life on the planet works.
So we made ways that helped people instead of shaming them."

He stopped pontificating; quarterly reports due and casually asked if he
could report any `pixie juice' in the sanctuary recently.

I started laughing hard.  "That doesn't go on the reports!"

He was still trying, so I unzipped his pants while he sighed and I pulled
out his big cock.  Stroking and rubbing him very lightly, I tickled his
scrotum and asked if he wanted kisses.

He moaned and his torso jumped then big shots of his semen started jumping
out of his slit.  He held me against his side while I used my finger to put
his cum in his mouth and tasted some for myself.  I told him his tasted
good and he started kissing me all over my neck and face.

"You give me so much satisfaction; I'll put that on the report."  He
whispered and rubbed my nipples. "Eraoe the incredible Chosen Child..."

"Jay won't like that - we're supposed to be modest so we don't cause
problems."  I shook my finger at him, but he took my finger and sucked it!

I'd never thought much about power and children and age, I never needed to
think about power because I never felt I wasn't powerful.  Never needed any
more than I already had.  There weren't beatings, pressuring or forcing in
our sanctuary that would make me to respond forcefully, and I had a perfect
life - why would I need any more power?

Yeah, we kids got `talks' sometimes about the poison ivy, and keeping our
grades high.  Sure, I usually had to stay with Mom or Dad or an adult or
close by, but that wasn't a problem - it was like getting more attention.


***


The bishop was a stickler about keeping the peace.  "Lots of people judge
us, but seldom look in the mirror to judge themselves first - that's caused
us a lot of problems in the past.  Judgmental people look in the mirror and
fear their own natures.  We never have to fear our natures, not even when
they seem very strange and ugly - our members want to be here, so they deal
with those parts of themselves in order to stay.  They're nothing to be
afraid of, just another difference we can manage together." He kissed my
cheek, "Seems like no one noticed how healthy and strong our people are,
and how the children thrive."

But he got me back on track quickly with my memorization: "The play you're
presenting is legendary among our members.  It's about children who lose
their parents when the gendarmes come for the members of their sanctuary -
you two meet while you're searching for your families in the chaos.  Most
of the adult members were killed or died in jail during the siege on the
old sanctuary.  That part of our text is called our darkest days.  But you
two comfort each other and create sanctuary among the survivors. Our sect
survived through the children's reasoning and beliefs to start again even
though they were very young.  That's a good example of why children need
information!"

Steve told me that our members loved this story, and most members knew it
by memory.  I buckled down with memorizing my lines and Mom helped me put
the text on index cards to help me.

***


Mom took a semester off from the college where she worked and wrote a book
on raising sensual and sensible children.  She was famous among the
sanctuaries in our area, so she was excited about going to the gathering
and meeting her students, friends and the other members she met online from
all over the world.  Around the world, people in other sanctuaries used the
book and she was a celebrated writer.  But she still prohibited my bugs
from coming in the house and I still had to clean my room every Saturday.
Dad and I still had to do the laundry and keep the yard.  Mom wasn't so
bossy, she was very clear about our home being healthy.

Since Dad was an engineer at a water plant, no one particularly wanted to
talk to him, but I liked hearing about how he kept people healthy by
keeping the water clean.  He told me about water constantly forming in the
universe, and how it flowed places we couldn't see - invisible rivers.  He
said all water had been through all the bodies on earth at one time or
another.

I imagined a molecule of Omar Khayyam pee wandering around in my brain and
hoped it would help me with my math.  Still can't cast a nine anywhere!

Mom's belly was starting to show, but I liked it.  Her breasts got bigger
and she was happy and smiling all the time.  Everyone was excited about our
twins - she got a lot of kisses and belly-rubs.  Those little babies were
getting a lot of attention already!  She wouldn't tell anyone if they were
my sisters or brothers.  "Why would gender matter?"  Was her answer.  "Both
are precious and beautiful, big brother."

Sometimes I went to bed with her when she napped and sucked her nipples.
She liked that and showed me how she comforted me when I was a fussy baby.
She'd put rub along my groin and between my legs, and gently tug on my
penis while I suckled.  That felt so good, sometimes I didn't want to
leave, but Dad told me I had to.  He wanted some of her comfort too.

"Being greedy, Dad?"  I asked him one night when he told me to leave.

"You're right.  Let's ask if Mom will let us both calm her, she might like
that."

She did, and got on her hands and knees in the bed and let Dad and me lie
underneath and suck her nipples until I fell asleep with my tongue covered
with sweet juice she made and feeling the babies move around inside her.

***


One night Jay was riled about the members digging a new well and several
acres purchased by the sanctuary for wheat fields.  "Dammit, now we need a
tractor - do you know how much they cost?  Who's gonna fix it when it
breaks?  Are we going to have to get insurance - and hell, who knows how to
drive the damn thing?  It's a diesel; you know I don't like that..."  He
was ticked off.  But no one wanted to keep the draft horses and use a plow
like he suggested.

That was so funny, but I kept my mouth shut.  Someone already suggested
that if Jay wanted horses go out and get them, but he had to keep them fed
and watered.

"Calm down, Jay.  We'll rent a tractor or contract the work."  Dad told
him.  "Didn't you see the cost/return analysis on the wheat fields?"

Then, Jay started griping about a lot of things, mostly political stuff.
Dad wrapped his arms around Jay, kissed him and took us to the shower. "Jay
- shut up and let me show the boy how to calm you."  Well, that stopped all
his complaining in a heartbeat.  Jay moaned and kissed Dad.  "Oh, please, I
need that tonight.  So much money and so many things to consider.  Wheat
fields?  Why don't those women want something I can manage?  They're making
it hard on me again."

"We'll work it all out tomorrow when we have the reports."  Dad told him.
"And don't you like homemade bread and honey, my beloved?"  Dad looked at
me, "Eraoe, when someone's as cranky as Jay, make the decision for them and
tell them what you're going to do, that distracts them from their
problems."

I nodded; Jay was smiling already.

Dad got the bulb syringe and showed me how to make Jay squat near the drain
in the shower and keep rinsing his rectum till it was clean.  "Put your
finger in and feel for any poop."  Dad showed me, and I told him that Jay
did this to me before my ritual.

"He said he was getting ready for a big cleaning.  That was awful."

"Are you glad now?"  Dad asked and watched my face.

"Yeah, I got a big family of men to love, and I get all their attention and
kisses."  I thought a little longer.  "But it was hard for a while."

"I know, my love."

When I felt for poop, Jay started laughing saying I was tickling him, but
he liked it and his laughing made it easy for me to stick my fingers in and
wiggle them around.  So I did that a lot.

When he was clean, Dad made him lean over the side of the bed.  "Watch,
Eraoe."  Dad started kissing all along Jay's cleft, tugging his scrotum and
humming.  But Jay was so excited; he opened his cheeks with his hands.  Dad
brought my face close to Jay's butt.

"Give him a little kiss where he's the most sensitive, on the dark, soft
places and some of your lizard tongue."  He whispered.  Dad stood behind me
and pushed both of his thumbs inside Jay's ass and opened him.

"Right there.  Don't be shy; he needs a tongue-tickle."  Jay started
moaning and his hips jumped as I tasted inside him.

"I can't wait much longer..."  Jay said into the sheets.  "Hurry!"

"This is a class, not a doctor's office.  Stop pushing!  I'm trying to
teach him some manners you don't have!"  Dad had to remind Jay to behave.

They were so funny sometimes.

"Jay's going to lie on his back and open his legs for us.  We'll find his
prostate and see if he'll give us some semen.  Be gentle inside him - very
tender skin inside there."  Dad grabbed a small bottle of oil and handed it
to me.

"Remember how Steve made you excited with his finger?  Give Jay some of
that."  Jay started moaning before I did anything!

Dad showed me how to massage Jay all along his sensitive places between his
legs and listen for his breaths to change before I put my fingers inside.
"His body will tell you when he's ready for more - watch carefully."  Jay
was moaning, and then he lifted his hips a little.

"See that?  He's offering himself to you, telling you he's ready for more.
When you press your fingers against his anus, he'll press his muscles
against your fingertips.  Push slowly till you're inside him.  Then stop
and let his breathing calm down.  That's a good time to kiss his scrotum -
maybe nibble along his corona."

I think Jay was crying, he was so excited, and his erection stood up
straight when my fingers touched his anus.  He did push himself open, and
my fingers were held tightly when they passed his anus.  He was so hot
inside and started jerking his torso when I moved my fingers.  Then he
pushed his hips down to get more of my fingers inside him.  "Hurry up!"  He
kept saying.  "More."

Dad just smiled at him, "Hold on Jay," and showed me how to press my
fingers in the right direction.  And he carefully explained how to find
Jay's prostate, "Touch the place that feels like a bump inside him and see
what happens."

When my fingertips rubbed along the slippery lump inside Jay, he almost
screamed, and a lot of fluid was running down his erection.  He grabbed his
shaft and started stroking.  Dad told him to calm down and then took Jay's
hands off his erection.

"When someone's this excited, try to help them hold back for a while.
Don't move your fingers anymore for now.  Let him build excitement several
times - his satisfaction will be deeper."

Dad went to kiss Jay and tug on his nipples, then told him how much he
loved him and stroked his erection very lightly.  I wiggled my fingers,
touching the hard lump inside Jay several times - he gasped and moaned
every time.  That was hot to watch, and I liked hearing them kiss and
stroke each other tenderly.

Jay whimpered and grabbed Dad's hair and pushed his head downward, "Suck
me.  Oh, honey, suck hard.  Make me hurt - I need so much right now."  Dad
started sucking Jay's nipples while they both hummed and moaned.  Jay had
sensitive nipples, and they got big and hard when Dad sucked and bit him.

When Dad took Jay's big glans in his lips he signaled me to wiggle my
fingers inside Jay and rub hard.

The most amazing thing happened.  Jay's body began jerking hard as if he
was exploding inside, and Dad took him in his mouth deeply, sucking and
watching me.  Then, Dad reached down and grabbed Jay's testicle and
squeezed.

Jay started yelling, and his whole body was flinching and bucking, even his
toes splayed out and his legs straightened and flexed.  He pinched his own
nipples hard and tugged at them, pulling them away from his chest again and
again.  I could see Dad's throat swallowing and his cheeks sucking harder.
I kept rubbing; it seemed to keep Jay excited and cumming harder than ever!
When Jay pushed Dad's head away, Dad pulled my fingers out of Jay's rear.
Then Dad kissed him with his semen and they told each other how much they
loved each other.

Dad looked down at me, "Right after a man ejaculates, his glans is very
sensitive.  "Watch."  Dad stuck his tongue out and flicked it on Jay's
glans.  Jay trembled and yelped.

"Too much!  Stop it!"  Jay yelled.  "I can't take anymore!"  Dad chuckled
and took me to the bathroom.

"Be a gentleman and wash your hands and take a warm washcloth back to clean
Jay's rear.  He's going to have to sleep that orgasm off."

Jay seemed very satisfied and didn't complain anymore, so Dad laid me on
top of Jay and sucked my penis, checking for fluid.  I wanted him to rub me
inside, but he refused, and only rubbed my anus.  "Nothing yet."  He winked
and kissed me and put me beside Jay who was snoring already.

That was exciting!

***


The next day, Dad took Mom and me for ice cream in town for a celebration.
Mom asked what we were celebrating.

"Eraoe's body hit a milestone last night.  Don't tell anyone."

Mom nodded and smiled. That's when I knew what he meant, and I had to grin,
though I didn't have anything to do with it - "pixie juice" happened.  "I
did?"  I was grinning and wanted to jump around, but we were in an ice
cream parlor.

"Yep, and it's our secret."  He said.

"He's only nine!  Do you think it's all the pheromones he's getting from
the bishop and Jay?"  Mom was chuckling.  "You guys are pretty
rambunctious."

"Don't know if its pheromones, but Eraoe's cum a precious thing.  It means
that he can take on more duties, but I don't think he's quite ready."

"Can I tell Jay I made cum?"  I asked.

"No!  That man will put a callous on your penis if he finds out about your
`pixie juice.'"

I frowned; I liked Jay sucking me.

Mom laughed, "Pixie juice?  You male elders are so silly!"

"Well, it's like getting a new toy.  Everyone wants to play with it first.
It's been over ten years since the men had a Chosen Child.  Let's let the
elders' lust calm down while Eraoe finishes his training and his body is
bigger.  Some of the elders aren't so gentle; they didn't have good
training or much tenderness when they were young."

Mom nodded.  "If I can help you with training, let me know."  She ordered
another chocolate sundae, so I got another banana split while Dad decided
he wanted to try raspberry sherbet cone.

After all the ice cream, we all went down the street to a tee shirt place
and picked out colors and ordered the designs for seventy-seven tee shirts
our sanctuary would wear during the big gathering.  Mom picked out dark
blue shirts and Dad helped get the spiral of stars in silver centered on
the front for the silkscreen lady.

No dinner that night.  We were all full of ice cream and I was proud.  I
made cum!

When Dad got in bed with me that night, I asked him who trained him to be a
Chosen Child.

"My beloved Jay trained me."

"Is that why he loves me so much?"

"I don't know.  He's my beloved, and he's beloved by a lot of people."  Dad
paused, "When we tell him you're making cum, we'll make it special so don't
say anything yet.  Okay?"

That sounded like it would be a very hot lesson - my penis tingled.

***


The next night Jay brought a rosebush for Mom, and they went outside to
plant it together while Dad helped me with my language lessons.  When they
came in, Jay took Mom to the shower and then to the bedroom.  I looked at
Dad, "What are they doing?"

Dad just kept looking through my homework, "Probably some comfort, a little
satisfaction.  You know what elders do together."

I kept glancing down the hall to the bedroom - wondering what was taking
them so long, and why they didn't say anything to me.

Dad grinned, "Jealous, little man?"

"Maybe."  I wanted Jay all to myself - he liked me better than Mom.

"Are you letting his actions control your feelings?"  Dad asked.

I didn't understand.  "What?"

"Other people's relationships aren't your business.  You think you own my
beloved Jay? Jay wants to share something you think you own with Mom.  Does
that hurt your heart - are you disappointed?"  Dad asked.

"He said he loves me."

"Does that mean he can't love me or Mom?  You think he doesn't have enough
love for all of us?  Maybe Mom needs some satisfaction from him right now -
he's got a special kind of love for women.  Be patient.  We all have a lot
to share."

"Will he help with a lesson tonight?"  I asked.

"Why don't you ask him later?"  Dad said.  "Now, back to the books."

I had to use irregular verbs correctly and learn more idioms in the old
language but I wasn't so interested in verbs.  I was watching the bedroom
door.

Later, that evening, Dad and I went outside to inspect the new rose bush
and find a good place to plant trees for when the twins were born when Jay
and Mom came out of the house.  Jay left without any kisses or touches for
me, but kissed Mom and stroked her belly.

We walked around the yard for a while but I went inside and took a shower
and went to bed early and very sad.  After it got dark, Dad came into my
room.

"Are you still letting someone else control your feelings?"

"Dad, he didn't even kiss me or hug me."

"What are you going to do about it?  You can ask me for some comfort if you
want."

I got my phone and called Jay while Dad sat next to me on the bed.

"Jay, this is Eraoe - did you forget me?  Why didn't you kiss me today?
Why didn't you let me love you and why didn't you come for my lesson with
Dad?"  I chirped.

"Why did you wait so long to call me?  Do you need a good, hard spank?"  He
chuckled.

I didn't know what to say.

"Is this another trick you and Dad are playing?"  He didn't say anything,
and I grinned.  This was another trick.  "Will you come?"  I asked.  "I'm
so upset and I need to calm down."

"Ask Dad if he wants some help tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure he needs help.  Lots of it."  I said and jumped up on the
bed.  Dad just laughed.

***


We took blankets outside that night and lay down together naked in the dark
looking at the stars.  Jay was pointing out the constellations; I lay on
his stomach while he pointed to them.  I felt his erection get hard under
my rear.

"Cross your legs Eraoe."  Dad whispered.  That made Jay's erection trapped
between my legs and he started hunching, and pushing his erection, pushing
against my scrotum.  Dad leaned over and kissed Jay's glans every time he
thrust upward, and Jay reached for my penis, stroking me along with his
humping.

When Jay's hips slowed, Dad took all of his erection in his mouth, and I
could feel Dad's breath on my groin.  Jay and I climaxed at the same time.
Then, everything stopped.

"What's this?"  Jay's finger was on my slit.  "Is this my virgin boy-cum?"

Immediately, he turned me over and began sucking on my penis.  His tongue
was rough and fast on my penis, making my body weak and my breath almost
stop.

When I came again, he took my droplet of boy-cum on his tongue and kissed
Dad.

Dad was so touched, "Take me like the first time, Dad." He told Jay.  I
spooned closely in front of Dad, Jay entered Dad from behind on our sides,
and it felt so good to feel Jay shoving into Dad, and Dad moaning and
shoving back.  They were beautiful together when they satisfied each other.

I fell asleep, warm and smelling the men I loved all around me.

Now, I could make cum like them.

We all went to pee on the new rose bush together before the sun came up,
and I liked that, especially when Jay held my penis and kissed my neck.  He
couldn't wait for me to hold his penis for him.

When we went in for a shower and breakfast, he went into Mom's room and
shut the door.

I wasn't jealous, but happy for Mom and Jay - he was my beloved as well.
This comforting thing works!

***


My curiosity couldn't wait a lot longer; I asked Dad if Jay was his father.

"He made your body with Mom."  He said softly.  "And he took me,
spiritually, as his son - but maybe I was always in his heart."

"Huh?"  I was still confused.

"When I came home from college, your mother decided she wanted a child with
me, and I was having problems sorting some things out after living on
campus.  My penis stopped working for a while I was so anxious and ashamed.
Jay came to help us, and your mom, well - she'd just become an elder.  She
gave Jay and me a child - you came from the love of three people."

"I'm her sacrifice?  Jay is my dad?"

"You're my beloved - adults don't own children, they love them and help
them.  When you were born, it was like the sun rose in my heart."  He
kissed me, but his eyes filled with tears.

"You were the answer to my spiritual problems - all my confusion after
living outside the sanctuary.  Maybe I was young and too sensitive - all
the oppression and persecution...  But the moment I held you when you were
born, I knew everything I needed to know - you became my heart and my life
in that moment.  I love you and I'm loved in so many ways I never dreamed
about.  I'm amazed you choose to stay with us and let us help you.  Every
day with you is a gift, that's why I keep you so close."

"Jay didn't want to raise me?"  I asked.

"He's had a big part in raising you - by comforting me through my
uncertainty, and - well a lot of ways I can't explain, but he kept me
strong and showed me how to love you and Mom all at the same time.  You
don't remember much, you were so small, but he's been raising you and me
for a long time."

"Are the twins going to be my real sisters?"  I asked.

"Real in every way!"  He kissed my cheek.  "I'm stocking up on diapers
already!"

That night, Dad let me suck his erection and take all his semen.  He
patiently and carefully explained.  "You'll get better each time.  Every
elder is a different, they'll tell you know what they want - keep a medium
suction and your tongue moving.  Their bodies will show you what they need
next.  Tomorrow night we'll talk about tickling while you suck."

Before he fell asleep...  "You can stay with Jay, or the bishop or Steve
and Luc.  You can stay in the Men's house if you want, but please don't
leave me.  I couldn't live without you."


***


The next morning I asked how a person became a ritual master, "Do I have to
be a doctor first?"

"Not sure, maybe we'll see Dr. Raphael at the gathering and you can ask for
yourself."

"Do you have his email address?"  I asked.

"Ask the bishop.  I don't speak French."  Dad made me a peach smoothie and
dropped me off at the sanctuary office on his way to work.

The bishop helped me with some of the details, and I made an appointment to
meet with Dr. Raphael at the big gathering.


Chapter 6.  Celebrate

The time came for the big gathering.  Mom and Dad had lists for Jay and me
to get done before we left.  There was a big emancipation at my bug zoo.
But I wasn't sad about it.  The beekeeper let his bees fly everywhere and
they always came back.

We did all our laundry and stocked our camper with all kinds of good food.
Dad let me sleep in the camper with Jay the night before we left I was so
excited.

Jay and I ate popcorn and watched some old videos from the past gatherings
- people with long hair and in funny clothes - some people with birds on
their shoulders like parrots and there were lots of kids everywhere.  Some
of the films were so old, they showed an Edsel and a Nash, but didn't
really understand about what Jay was talking about.

Then Dad and Mom came out to watch.  At midnight I fell asleep, but Dad
started driving.  Mom and Dad had a disagreement about rest stops - Mom
wanted get out, walk around and take some photos - Dad wanted to drive
straight through like a deadheadin' trucker!

Jay kept me practicing my memorization in the back while the land we passed
flattened out to wheat and cornfields - I really liked the smell of the
alfalfa fields in the early morning.  This was exciting - everything was
interesting!

Then, we came to the desert, and it was bare, almost - but strange with
cactus and creosote bushes and thin, delicate mesquite trees.  I saw
tumbleweeds; they jump and roll around looking like they're alive!  Jay and
I found a fossil that looked like a bug, but it was an ancient crustacean.

Then, we finally started going up into the mountains and it got cool and
there were pine trees and rocky hills.  The RV slowed down as we climbed,
so I could see everything with my binoculars.  Everything was so different!

The land was so dry and smelled a funny kind of sweet and strange to me.

***


The closer we came to the meeting place, the more people we saw in campers
and pulling trailers stacked with tents and gear.  A couple of times we'd
see other people going to the gathering who were picnicking, and Dad pulled
off to share food together.  When other travelers recognized their friends
on a picnic, they'd stop and eat, too.  That was fun!

"Is there going to be enough room for everyone?  There must be a thousand
people."  I asked Jay

"We'll make room.  But we'll never see more than ten percent of all the
members gathered in one place at one time."  Jay told me.  "Safety
precaution."

I didn't understand that rule.  But I'd never seen so many people all
together at one time or even been so far away from home.

We made a comfort stop before we arrived at the gathering.  There was a
water spigot on a pipe and the toilets were just a bunch of bushes on the
side of the road.  Mom ordered all of us to shower under the outdoor
spigot.  She made all of us wash ourselves down, one at a time, naked in
the heat that the earth gave off at dusk.  We didn't even need towels the
air was so dry!

***


We pulled in late at night, slowly weaving our RV between the other campers
and cars.  In the headlights, we saw people directing traffic with
flashlights and reflective signs - they were elders from around the world,
volunteering to help ease the traffic jam.  Finally, we parked in a long
row of campers, looking something like a row of small houses, but there
were people everywhere!

"Don't go running off yet, you two."  Dad told Jay and me.  "We have to
mark our maps so you don't get lost."

Mom got us some dinner and started organizing the crates of fruit while Dad
parked and let the excitement outside die down.  I got dressed for
tomorrow, so I could jump out the first thing and see what was happening.

My hair had grown out and Jay got me a hat with a visor.  He wanted to put
the word "Pixie" on the front, but Dad stopped him.  "None of that
silliness - and don't use the term `pixie juice' when you talk about our
Eraoe.  Give him a little dignity Jay or we'll have to go home early."
That made my heart to stop, we couldn't leave now!

Dad winked at me.

***


The weather was warm and sunny, and when I looked out the windshield, I
could see campers and different busses, vans and trailers.  Above the
gathering, lots of members set up tents near the pines and brought wood for
bonfires with dances and music.  Their vantage from the ridgeline looked
down on a group of large tents, an outdoor stage area, and in a lot of ways
- a small city with streets, a medical tent, water supply, shower area and
a big food tent with red and white stripes.

When Mom opened the door of the RV, we smelled food!  I heard children's
voices laughing and playing nearby.  I wanted to jump out and run to see
everything!  Jay and Dad warned me to stay with the people from our
sanctuary and he showed me a map where our group was located.

We all helped Mom carry her things over to the area near our sanctuary
group.  The three of us wore our blue tee shirts with the silver galaxy on
the front.

"Where's the ritual master?"  I asked Dad as we pushed through the crowds
with boxes.

He pointed to a square on the map after we set everything down.  "I'd ask
at the medical tent - he's probably around there or with the Canadian
group."

***


Mom was busy; she would lead workshops on raising children in our beliefs.
I wasn't sure if I met her standards for "sensual and sensible," but she
was happy seeing me in the sanctuary with my robe and slippers.  I could
see her smiling when I lit the candles, she was very proud of me.

Her most popular workshop was on childbirth for men.  She said some men
were scared about the changes that happen with increased responsibilities
and had to be comforted more than the mothers were.  Seems some of our male
members had to be carefully taught how to enjoy children and become their
teachers - short memories about their own childhoods.

That, and we had a lot of single men who came to live in our sanctuary -
they weren't raised in our truths but adopted them as adults.  Mom educated
the men on changing their attitudes to become a full partner during the
birth of their children as a way to make them stronger men.

"We don't back away from another's pain!  We share it!  There's a baby
coming that needs a dad's comfort!  So, invite another elder if you need
some help and comfort during the birth."  I guessed that's what Dad did
with Jay.  Mom made people laugh at their fear, then slipped them the
information they needed to help themselves and their families.  She was
full of good ideas.

But I don't know why men were scared or upset, I'd seen women have babies
and I thought it was great!  A whole baby for one sperm?  What a deal!

Our sanctuary was in charge of desserts, so there was plenty of fruit and
sugary things, but Mom didn't allow me to have anything but four
strawberries and an apricot snow cone until lunch.  "We'll walk around and
sample all the different foods later."  She told me.  "Keep your blue shirt
on, the one with the spiral.  That shows everyone which sanctuary you're
from, and don't wander off chasing some new kind of bug!  We're not hauling
any insects all the way home!"

***


Finally, after begging and begging, Jay took me over to the children's play
area.  A lot of adults stood around gabbing while they watched the
children.  Adults had to stay out of the big grassy area filled with swings
and slides and places to climb - kids only!  Some of the kids played on the
swings and the loops naked.

Jay held my clothes and watched me join them as naked as I could get.  The
sun felt good on my skin and the breezes were warm.  I bounced around on a
big air cushion and ran through the mister-sprinklers.

One boy, he was a little older than me, gave me a "bishop's kiss" on the
top of the slide.  Glancing at his groin, I saw he was a Chosen Child as
well.  I didn't know what to do, but he turned around quickly and I
followed him down the canvas slide burning my backside, but I was having a
blast.

Jay yelled at me to wear my briefs if I was going to slide, but I was
having too much fun and ran to inspect the wooden climbing structures;
someone bolted two-by-fours together and it was high!  Jay waved for me to
come down again and again.  I just waved back and climbed higher.  I could
see everything from the top!  There were people everywhere, colored banners
waving and all kinds of flags and ribbons and balloons flying.  I could
hear distant strains of music...  This was great!  Then, I had to get down
- not as easy as climbing up!


***

Dad was meeting with some of the elders from other sanctuaries, talking
with them, and then took Mom to the big international meeting at the
outdoor stage.  Jay took me with him - this was the big welcome event.

The meeting started with some music and people reading the campground
information, and the changes they had to make - more members were on their
way!  They had to remind people to recycle and keep their areas clean and
neat.  Then, there was a picture of a goat on the big screen!  Someone
brought a goat and it got loose.

"Very tame, please bring back to the Capetown tent - a baby is hungry!"

There were a number of pictures of lots shoes, hats and other things.
"Lost items will be lined up on the front of the stage until tomorrow
morning.  Pick up your things or they're recycled!"

A big, fluffy cat escaped from a camper, and everyone was asked to be
gentle when bringing her back to the green pickup truck with the blue and
white flag in the windshield.

Adults were reminded to stay out of the children's play area.  "You will be
fined!"

Finally, they closed the announcements by saying that the water shortage
limited showers. "Showers only available from sunrise to eight AM.
Conserve water for fire safety.  No pets in the showers - humans only.
Towelettes available for the latecomers."

Then, they showed some of the new things our sanctuaries were doing, new
buildings, new textbooks and new online courses for kids like me.  Then,
they showed the different displays around the gathering that were new or
different from the last time.

One of the displays read, "Ritual Changes for Male Chosen Children."  Mom's
name was underneath the slide along with the bishop's name and a blue
square with a silver galaxy.

Finally, the elder at the podium called for the lights to be dimmed.  The
big screen darkened then lit with a picture of the big sanctuary in Talixa.
The chairs were full and people stood around the sides.  Everyone became
quiet as we readied to hear the words from the leaders.  Some of the oldest
elders welcomed everyone on the big screen and blessed the gathering.
Then, a lot of other bishops sent their wishes and announced the dates and
place for the next gathering in Thailand.

Cool, but we wouldn't go - other sanctuaries had to have their turn - we
would watch it on the computer.  Then, on the screen, was the handsome man
- Dr. Raphael, the ritual master!

He spoke the old language and described some of the rituals, and the
changes the sanctuaries were making to them, and asked us to watch the most
beautiful sacrifice he'd seen in years.  Suddenly, the screen went blank,
and then lit again with a dim image but it got bigger and came into focus.
There was the table from our sanctuary, covered with candles!  Then, there
was Dad and the elders taking the candles away.  On the screen was Jay
kissing my hand and helping me up to the table.  That was my sacrifice!

I'd never seen what happened.  My stomach tensed from my memories.  I saw
the hands of the elders' stroke, and then hold me firmly.  I saw the moment
my eyes burned when Dad kissed me and I nodded my head.  Watching tears
roll down my skin, I remembered how afraid I was...

For some reason I began to cry.  Jay looked over at me and saw my tears.
He held me on his lap with my face in his neck while I listened to my
screams and cries fill the big tent.  My voice called to my Dad again and
again.  I remembered his tears falling on my skin.  But, I couldn't help
myself.  Tears and sobs came to me as I heard my own terror.

Jay took me outside.  I could still hear my voice trying to scream as the
video continued.  All the pain from my sacrifice came back to my mind and
my body - my skin got goose bumps.  There was a roar of applause for the
video, and it made me feel funny - as if all everyone was enjoying my pain.

"No.  No.  They think it's beautiful."  Jay held me close to him.  "They're
proud of you."  I was sniffling and feeling pitiful and confused.  Then, I
heard Mom's voice at the end of the video tape asking everyone to come by
her display and improve the ritual for boys!  That was my Mom talking to
all the sanctuaries around the world and to Talixa!

Jay took me to the entryway and knelt down beside me and held me against
him as I heard Mom's voice.  She was on the big screen with a serious look
on her face, "If we say we are a peaceful, loving people - then every part
of our rituals needs to reflect that!  Time for change."

I was crying, remembering the pain and the burning.  Jay took me back to
the RV and took my clothes off and rocked me and kissed me till I fell
asleep next to him for a nap.

***


Jay and I wandered around later on, looking in the tents at displays people
set up.  I wore my special tee shirt and shoes with nothing else, like a
lot of the kids and some adults.  A few of the adults who saw my video
smiled when they recognized me with hair.  Some patted my head, and some
kissed my cheek.  Some of the men turned away when they recognized me.

Jay told me to hold my head high and smile.  "Be proud!  You're among the
elders now."  Then he leaned over and kissed my cheek, "And you're mine
forever."

I remembered what he told me about being close to my heart and my ass
tingled.

I wanted to go back to the play area, but Jay headed me back to our camper
after we ate some curry - I like that stuff, it's golden and spicy.  The
guy gave me extra pineapple too!

Jay and I waited for Serena to practice again.  She came in breathless,
with her arms full of clothes.  "What's this?"  I asked.

"Your costume."  She held it up.

"Wear your sandals and this fez."  The pants were baggy, but the belt was
thick leather that tied in the front and the shirt was tight and stretchy.
There was a little black felt vest with red buttons.  I liked the hat; it
was dark red with a black tassel!

Jay made me put on the costume and smiled.  "Wonderful.  You look like you
walked out of the twelfth century!"

We practiced together with Serena in a purple tunic and her hair braided
with gold tips on the ends - she was so beautiful.  As we recited, the
words came out of my mouth as if I meant it - as if we were really living
the old story!  That surprised me!  It happened without me trying.  Maybe
it was the costumes.

Before she left, she asked Jay for some comfort - she said she was anxious.
He took her to the bed in the back and closed the curtain.

I heard him speak softly to her and take her clothes off, and after a while
Serena started panting and moaning; Jay groaned "Yes.  Yes!  Sweet mother."
They came back in a little while, smiling and very relaxed.

Then she kissed me before she left and I tasted cum, but just smiled.  I
liked the way Jay tasted, too.

***


Finally, Jay walked me over to the medical tent, I saw the tall, slender
doctor who cut me talking with some children.  He laughed and joked as he
bandaged some skinned knees and elbows.  Dr. Raphael was wearing loafers
and khaki shorts - naked to the waist again.

"He's so beautiful."  I thought again and watched the muscles in his arms
and chest move as he teased the children and handed out sunscreen packets.

He kissed each child, and caressed them gently, and gave them juice and a
treat.

Suddenly, I got shy - maybe intimidated with his height and his looks.  I
felt like a dirty little waif in just a tee shirt and sandals.  Who was I
to talk to this famous man?

Jay shoved me forward, "Just stand close and smile, he'll be glad to see
you."  I did, and the doctor leaned over and kissed me, then he squatted
down and hugged me for a long time.  "I've been waiting for you."  He
grabbed his shirt, "Let's go to my place."

We walked through the crowds of people laughing and talking; eating and
enjoying the music that seemed to come from everywhere.  Lots of people
greeted Dr. Raphael on the way, making it a long walk.

My stomach was doing back flips with every step.


***

Inside Dr. Raphael's camper was filled with boxes and bags of food and
medical supplies for the crowds, he called out for someone and a boy came
from the back of his camper.  The boy's skin was very dark and shiny, and
his hair was cut very close to his head.  He didn't look like the doctor,
but he was beautiful - his body lean and muscular.  He was tall and almost
skinny.  When he sat beside the doctor, he smiled as the doctor leaned
toward him and kissed his cheek.  "This is my boy Jacinto."

The boy was quietly smiling while Dr. Raphael brought drinks for us with
all the writing on the can in French.  Mango juice!

As we sat at the table, the doctor looked away in thought.  "Jollis - that
name rings a bell..."  He thought for a few moments, looking at Jay, then
he smiled.  "I had to review the lineage records last month, and if I'm
correct your name appeared often.  How many sacrifices have you helped the
women with?"

"We don't count those things, you know that!"  Jay blushed and smiled.  "As
far as I'm concerned, I only have one child."  He squeezed me and kissed my
head.  "And if he decides to put his photo in the sacrifice catalogue, I'll
be glad to train him."

I didn't know anything about a catalogue and a photo and I wasn't so
familiar with the women's rituals and sacrifices yet, and I knew it was
something about babies.

We talked about being a ritual master: "You don't have to be a doctor, but
you do need some medical training, and a very warm touch.  We deal with
anxious people during some difficult moments - when they're the most
afraid, and we're supposed to bring comfort.  Right?"

I nodded.

"But all that may be changing soon.  To be honest, I hate cutting boys.  I
know it's a tradition and it's in the old texts, but I'd rather enjoy our
Chosen lads - celebrate their boyhood.  They're physically on the
super-highway to manhood during their training."

Then, the doctor asked me something weird.  "Were you afraid when you saw
me?"  He asked.

I blushed so hard I was afraid to answer, so Jay poked me with his elbow.
"Answer him."

"I was surprised - you're so handsome."  I admitted and noticed that the
boy sitting next to the doctor grinned.  "But my dad was there, and I knew
all the other men."

"Most boys are scared, I'm glad you weren't.  Would you let me see how your
scar healed?"

I was still awed to be talking to the doctor.

Jay poked me again, so I stood up and went to the doctor.

The doctor glanced at Jay, "Will you come to the back where the light is
better?"

Jay nodded.

I followed the doctor to the back of his camper.  The doctor took my shirt
and sandals off me, and patted the big bed pulling out his medical bag.
"Don't be nervous, I'm going to take a few pictures and touch you where I
did before.  Just touches to make sure my work healed correctly - we're
thinking about changing the ritual...  Half-castrate a boy we love?  It's
just not necessary."  His fingers went to my groin and he touched and
squeezed the empty side of my scrotum,

"When did it hurt the worse?"  He whispered, noting my erection.

"When you started cutting, then when you were pulling with the metal
pinchers and then the hot touches."  My eyes burned as I remembered.

"Were you angry with me?"  He asked, stroking my thigh.

"No."

"Hmmm.  Do the elders give you oral sex?"  He rubbed between my legs, but
he stopped.

"Yes.  I had to wait for a while."

"Do they give you anal sex yet?  Does another male put his erection inside
your rectum?"

"No.  Dad won't let me have that yet - just finger rubs, but just a few
times."

"Do you take the elders in your mouth and comfort them?"

"Dad says the elders had to wait - but I did once.  The elders want me to
do that right now!"

Dr. Raphael chuckled, "They're like that sometimes - almost desperate for
some satisfaction."

He looked at my eyes and smiled, "Have you comforted a girl?"

"No.  Dad hasn't mentioned that, but I can go to a person who might be
dying..."

Dr. Raphael nodded and lifted my knees.

"Incredibly satisfying to be filled with an erection - very intimate and
stimulating."  His finger rubbed my anus and stroked my erection noticing a
little droplet standing on my slit.

"Do you play with the other boys - explore your bodies and your sexuality?"

"I'm in classes all day, and Dad trains me at night.  Maybe when my
training is finished."

"You're such a beautiful boy, absolutely heavenly body.  Let's see if
you'll be allowed a special gift tonight.  Would you like that?"

I didn't know it, but I was about the get the most incredible lesson of my
life.  Dr. Raphael took me back out to sit beside Jay

***


"My son, Jacinto is eleven now."  He motioned for the boy to come sit on
his lap, "He's chosen, and made a beautiful sacrifice, but their ritual
master used drugs, not as pure as Eroae's, but beautiful all the same."

He kissed his son's cheek several times.  "Jacinto's been asking for anal
sex, and I think these two might be the right size for each other.  If
they're both agreeable, would it be alright?"

"Show Eraoe your erection."  The doctor whispered to Jacinto and rubbed the
front of his shorts.  Jacinto unzipped his shorts and drew out his
erection.  It was a little bigger than mine, but thin with a big head.  He
pulled his foreskin back to show me his glans dripping liquid and smiled.
The doctor wiped the drip on his finger and put it in his mouth, then
kissed him.

"When you chose me to be your father that was the luckiest day of my life.
Never thought I'd ever have a son."

I watched Jay pull his phone out and take a picture of Jacinto's penis, and
then he sent the photo with a text message to Dad without saying anything.

"Jacinto, why don't you show Eraoe the pictures you took today?"  Jacinto
took my hand in his and drew me to a small bedroom room where we sat on the
side of his bed and he showed me the other people from his sanctuary in
Guyana.  Then, he showed me photos of his sacrifice.  It was outside, in
the dawn with fog and lots of men with multi-colored robes.  They had drums
and music, but it was very solemn.

His hand came to my scrotum and he touched tenderly.  "Your video - you
were really screaming.  It hurt that bad?"  He asked.

"Yeah, it hurt."

"You're famous around the world now.  Maybe they'll change the ritual now.
You're so pretty, people will have sympathy and change things.  You know
some boys have died..."

"Died?"

"Yeah, some of the ritual masters aren't clean.  My dad says every boy's
body is different.  That's why my dad became a ritual master.  Some of the
older ritual masters don't know much about anatomy and sterile
technique..."

"Did you cry?"  I asked, touching his dark scrotum, feeling the empty
space, then his testicle - it was bigger than mine was.

"Not much, my bishop gave me drugs to be sleepy, and rubbed some numbing
liquid on my skin.  I didn't feel much, and don't really remember it."

He put his arm around my shoulders. "Do you like kissing?"  He asked,
shyly.

"Yeah."  He had lips like Serena's - always ready to kiss.  When Jacinto
kissed me, he rubbed my chest and pinched my nipple softly.  Then he pulled
me on the bed.

"Rub my penis with yours.  It feels so good.  Get on top of me."

I froze, when I felt some shaking in the camper, and heard Dad's voice.
"My Dad's here.  He says I can't comfort anyone from another sanctuary
without permission."

We listened to the men greeting, and my dad asking about Jacinto, then Dad
came in the room with us.  He kissed Jacinto, "You want to enjoy my Eraoe?"
He glanced at Jacinto's erection.

"Yes."  Jacinto's face was calm, and he grinned.  "I want him, too."

"Be gentle with each other."  Dad kissed our cheeks, paused and left.

***


"You are so beautiful."  Jacinto said, and he leaned over and took my short
erection in his mouth, his fingers explored between my legs.  I put my
hands on his hair and came, but not so hard.

"You don't make much."  He told me.

"I'm not as big as you."

I thought for a minute, "I want my Dad."

"You don't want me?"

"I want you both.  I've never been alone with someone outside my
sanctuary."

Jacinto held me in his arms tightly.  "It's good for boys to love each
other so we learn about ourselves.  Be brave.  You'll see."

Jacinto told me about his boyfriends in his country, and how they enjoyed
each other.  "We will all be elders together one day, leading our sanctuary
- when we make love with each other, it makes our futures together good.
We are closer."

Seems their sanctuary had a lot of Chosen Children.  He showed me pictures
of the boys on his phone.  They were all naked and smiling - their skin
dark and shiny next to the lush trees and flowers where they lived.
Jacinto turned me over on my stomach and pulled my cheeks apart.  When his
glans touched my anus, I shivered.  He spit on my anus and pushed hard
against me with his erection.

Maybe not so easy for either of us, but he had me convinced I needed a
boyfriend within the first few thrusts.  Yeah.  I felt filled and wanted
him deeper inside me - it tickled me and made me excited at the same time
-- my mind enjoyed the idea of being filled with a boy.  This is what Dad
and Jay did and they loved it!  Then it got better when he shoved against
the little glands inside me, making me moan and push back against him
harder.  I thought I might die I was so excited.

He pumped faster, and I heard his breath become rapid.  His erection was
shaking everything inside me, pushing everything around and making me feel
so different - I felt like he was filling me with glittery sparks, full of
his heat and energy and started pushing back hard to get more of the
feeling.  Then, he pushed deep, holding my hips tight against him and I
felt a couple of rushes of hot liquid inside me as he grunted through his
last pushes past his orgasm.  He came inside me!

After a few seconds, he rolled off to the side, his eyes closed.  "Now,
kiss."  He instructed.

I held him and kissed him and thanked him like Dad and Jay did.  That was
so incredible, and then, the feeling of liquid coming out my ass -
Jacinto's semen.  It felt squishy and good.

We were quiet; Jay, Dad and Dr. Raphael were talking, "They're watching us
on the video."  Jacinto whispered.  "Really?"  I asked.

Jacinto pointed to the computer on the side of the bed.  "My dad records
everything so when I get big I'll remember the best parts of my life."

"Now they probably want to see you enter me."  He whispered and kissed me.

Then he did the funniest thing - he curled his hands into fists and rubbed
his eyes, "My goats ran off and my wife says I have to weed the garden.
Wah!  Wah!  I'm so upset I need that Chosen Child right now!"  He was
mocking the whiney elders in his sanctuary!

That was so funny, I wanted to do the same and say, "Darn tractor, diesel
motor - insurance policies - blah, blah, blah!"  But I just laughed with
him.

I was already hard again, when Jacinto put his fingers in my ass and
brought out some of his semen and rubbed it on his anus.  "Get between my
legs, it will be easier."  He brought his knees to his chest.

"Hurry, I want to feel you cum."  Seeing him laid out in front of me, his
erection bobbing only made me more excited, and he wanted me to cum!  I
couldn't believe I was doing what Dad did with Jay Then I looked at my
erection and wondered if I had enough.

"Be brave." I remembered.  But I looked over at the computer with the
camera, "I love you Dad."

In the next few moments of pushing and grunting, I felt more pleasure than
I had ever felt in my life.  His ass was slippery and soft but hard, too.
It felt like it was kissing my erection, and I shoved hard to find him so
hot and wet inside.  That surprised me, then the muscles of his hole
gripping around my shaft.

I thought I might pass out it was so good and so much!  Jacinto was
stroking his erection, and his eyes were closed.  Then, he lifted his knees
higher, giving me a different angle and more smooth heat to part against my
glans.  I was still trying to get over how tightly his anus was gripping my
penis - that made me weak, it felt so good.

"Deeper."  Jacinto moaned and I pulled myself up on my hands higher and
started pushing hard into his rear, my tiny, tight scrotum sticking to his
cleft with each thrust.  My hips moved faster, like a machine.

I couldn't help myself.  Leaning my head back I pushed as hard as I could
into Jacinto's heat and felt myself falling into a big orgasmic pit and
hitting bottom hard.  Then, I collapsed on him and smelled his cum as it
spurted between us.

"Good one."  He whispered and ran his hands through my hair and down my
body.  "You are so beautiful and so innocent - like a little child..."

When my brain finally re-entered my head, I looked at the camera and
grinned.  That was the moment, I realized how conservative Dad was with my
training - I needed - really needed, a boyfriend!

"How many members in your sanctuary?"  I asked Jacinto.

"I think around two or three hundred."  Jacinto told me as he held me
against him.

"How many Chosen Children?"  I asked.

"Fifteen girls and twenty boys."  He said, "Do you want to come be part of
us?  I'd like that.  I want you for my boyfriend - you're so pretty with
beautiful eyes."

A lot of things fell into context for me at that moment - why I had to be
so careful of strangers, and why I was treated like a prince.  I realized
that by numbers alone, our sanctuary was small and vulnerable and it made
me and the other kids like jewels to be stolen because we didn't have much
security.  I still wanted a boyfriend, but I couldn't figure out how to get
one in our sanctuary.

***


Dr. Raphael, Jay and Dad were laughing and talking all afternoon until Dad
left to get Mom.  They all came knocking on the bedroom door, "Fireworks,
boys - let's go!"

"We smell juicy."  Jacinto told me and hustled me to the shower laughing.
When he cleaned my butt, it was almost as good as his penis - he let me put
my erection in his ass again.

"Push harder!"  Jacinto demanded.  I did, and it was good, very good again
- that kind of comfort made me dizzy!

Jacinto was breathing hard and grinning.  "I think I love you too much!"

***


 We all walked to the edge of the play area where all the kids got
sparklers and watched the elders pull kites into the night sky on the
mountain-valley winds and send little lights up the strings.  The adults
must have been working on that all day; there were hundreds of little
lights shining across the sky.  The tiny lights were like lightening bugs
above our heads.

We all sang some of our old songs as we walked back to our campsites; it
was very late and I was still excited.  Some of Jacinto's wetness ran down
my leg and I smiled.

Dad and I went back to Dr. Raphael's camper and slept there.  The doctor
held my legs for Jacinto while he came inside me again and showed Jacinto
how to sit on my erection and rock his hips till I came like crazy.

That was the best night of my life, ever.  Now, I had to get Dad to find me
a boyfriend.  They're the best!

People were still coming into the gathering the next day so Dad and Jay
went out to help with the traffic problems.  I stood with Dad in a bright
orange vest and waved at the kids - more were coming!  The campground was
already full, so they had to park way down the road and walk with their
tents and sleeping bags.

Bet a lot of people needed comfort after that!

***


Everyone was ready for the big procession the next day - and I was still a
little groggy from being up late and so many cums - or maybe it was all the
new things.  Mom told Dad and me we couldn't run around naked; we had to
wear our sanctuary robes all morning.  Jay was going to video the event
with Mom close by - it was too hot for her to walk in the procession with
us.

I was excited and couldn't sleep, so Jay held me in his arms and kissed me,
then he laid me on top of him and he hunched his hips rubbing us together
while I sucked his nipples.  That felt so good, I started to get excited
and made an orgasm for him, then he came.  His cum smelled good and he gave
me tastes from his finger, kissing me every time with his tongue taking it
back.

"Did you have fun with Jacinto?"  He whispered.

"Yeah, I want a boyfriend when we go home.  That was great!"

"You're mine forever."  He told me.  "We'll look around for a good boy just
for you - until I can be yours all the time."

***


The next morning we went to breakfast at a big tent and I ate lots of good
food - I got star fruit and guava and new kinds of things I never tasted
before.  I don't like feta no matter what you put it on, in or around.  Dad
ate my feta toast and I ate all his fruit with some fresh tortillas.

"Mom, you gotta learn how to make these tortillas!"

She smiled, "Okay, I'll roll and you can cook!  These are great!"  They had
spices in them and were fresh and warm and delicious without anything
rolled up inside.

We heard the announcement for the procession and went to our places.  I was
jumping around, excited, but Dad told me there was more waiting than
walking today.  Secretly, I'd been looking for Jacinto all morning, but
didn't see him.

For the processional, we waited and waited in the sun while different
sanctuaries walked past the big stage.  Some had hundreds of members, each
group wearing their different colored robes and all the kids and other
members in the center of the elders.  A hundred sanctuaries passed by, and
each one different.  Some had unusual robes, all different styles, and some
had hats.  Each one sang a song as they approached the video camera.  So
many different languages and kinds of music!

Finally, our sanctuary was called forward.  The bishop, his wife Sarah and
Cassie led us forward, singing our freedom song.  We all walked past the
front of the stage waving and smiling while the video was shown around the
world for the other sanctuaries to watch.

There was a lot of applause, and noise when we sang and shook our rattles
and tambourines.  The crowd joined in the song with us and began clapping
in time with the beat.  Cool!  I walked on the outside with Dad, in my red
robe and pointy-toed slippers, looking for Jacinto and Dr. Raphael, but
there were too many people moving around and dancing.

It became quieter as the procession finished, and Dad took me to the stage
along with twenty more parents from all over the world and a Chosen Child
from their sanctuary.  We lined up across the stage - the parent's robes
made a crazy-looking rainbow of colors and I stood in front of Dad.

There was a lot of cheering and hollering every time a Chosen Child stepped
forward and recited their passages.

***

Finally, I saw Jacinto and Dr. Raphael.  Jacinto stood in a bright orange
robe with bright trim and ribbons aflutter in front of the doctor, grinning
and taking a very proud stance as he spoke.

Gee, Jacinto looked so tall, strong!  He had a big smile and bright eyes
that were flashing as he smiled!  Yeah, my butt tingled seeing him and
remembering what was under his robe.

Jacinto went first, and recited the passage about all the deepest, darkest
fears and all the bright and ecstatic joys were the same for all humans
through all time.  There is no shame but for harboring the pain of fears;
our love comforts that away.  He said his passage in French.  There was
applause as the Dr. Raphael kissed him and escorted him back to the line of
speakers.

Then, a lot of other children recited passages in different languages.
When it was my turn, Dad walked behind me, and put his hands on my
shoulders as I stood tall and spoke the old language clearly, using the
gestures the bishop taught me:

"Every part of the universe is part of me.  The earth, my body, and my
human family comfort me and pour the light of joy into me from our
bountiful universe.  I love; I am loved in every way - forever."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then the applause and voices
exploded with excitement from the words I'd spoken.  That surprised me!

I saw Steve's face in the crowd - he was staring intently while I spoke,
grinning and nodding his head.  When I was finished, he started jumping
around - whooping and saying and our sanctuary was blessed!  "Perfect,
Eraoe!  Perfect!"  He kept yelling at me.

Dad knelt and gave me a "bishop kiss" me right in front of everyone!  When
Dad and I walked back through the crowd, people patted my head and
congratulated me.

Wow!  I felt like I really did something important - I didn't realize the
impact of the text I'd recited - it was the statement of our beliefs and
our place in all time.  But we recited it at every service...

The crowd started yelling, "Eraoe!  Eraoe!  Eraoe!"

An elder came to the center of the stage and asked them to calm down.

"Dad, why are they yelling?"  I looked up at him and asked.

"You, Eraoe, they love you."

I didn't know that a lot of the members had copied the videotape of my
sacrifice and were sharing it all over the gathering.  Maybe I was scared
during my ritual, but the bishop had prepared me well, and all the elders
helped ease me through it.  I'd been loved through my pain, just like the
old texts said, and my Dad promised.

But all this attention made me anxious - I was supposed to be modest and I
didn't know what to do.

***


After all the commotion of the procession, Mom went back to her workshops
smiling, and Jay went to video some old friends and some of the booths our
sanctuary members set up.

The bishop and the other elders kissed me a lot - embarrassing me they were
doing it so much!  I felt like their kissy-doll and I told them I was elder
- and I had business to get done and left with Dad.  Just didn't say my
business involved finding the goat and seeing about the milk, but that
didn't happen.

Dad was so proud of me and had to tell people that we needed to get lunch,
and then hustle me away from everyone who wanted to meet me.

There were too many!  I told Dad to hide me.  We scrambled back into our
camper and locked the door.  Dad called Jay to come tell the members
outside to leave!  Members from all over the world wanted their children to
meet me, and they wanted to ask me for advice on being chosen - they wanted
to ask me about my sacrifice and the ritual and my training.

Dad said I could talk to them if I wanted, but I wasn't used to so many
people crowding around treating me as if I was so different from them.  But
Steve pushed through the crowd; he wanted me to practice with Serena again,
so there went my afternoon with a goat!  Being a Chosen Child wasn't all it
was cracked up to be.

"Tomorrow at noon, so meet at my place at eleven and we'll get you dressed
and ready."  Steve told us.  We went through our lines twice.

***

Mom took me to the play area after dinner that night.  There seemed to be
thousands of kids filling the area!  When the sun set we were running
through the grass, naked with little lights in our hands laughing and
chasing each other.  We ran in circles around and around the big play area.

We ran for the joy of running and playing tag in the dark, with only an
occasional flash of skin under the soft glow as our little lights dimmed
and only the sounds of giggling and footsteps; fingers snapping or fast
breathing.  We were damp with sweat in the moist, cool air feeling free.
Completely free and without any thoughts, only the sensations of our
muscles, and breaths and kids passing close and night air around us...

In the swarm of kids running I felt like we were all shooting stars without
any cares or limits as we laughed and kept running and laughing and
running...  Nothing but complete harmony with the universe filled us.
Free, safe, loved and so happy!

Dew covered grass, smell of distant bonfires and the soft drumming in the
distance...  I thought it was some kind of paradise and I didn't want to
stop running and laughing and breathing hard.  It almost felt like forever
again.

But I got tired and someone's big arms carried me back to our camper.  I
slept with Mom that night.  Dad slept with Jay, sharing their comfort
several times.  They rocked the whole camper and groaned loudly.  I was so
tired - I couldn't get up to watch.

I wondered why they needed comforting from each other, but they were both
smiling in the morning.

***


As we ate breakfast, Mom told Dad to take me to the showers and scrub me
good before I got on stage for the play with Serena.  "Your son stinks
after the ripping and tearing through the dark last night.  He's got grass
in his hair and look at the dirt on his feet!  Eee-u-wee!  Wash that boy!"

I just grinned, remembering being a shooting star with the other kids.  Dad
looked at me, then Mom and paused for a moment.

"Have you noticed that when you stink, you're my son, but when you're cute,
you're her son?  Doesn't seem quite fair..."  He told me, but kissed Mom
and gathered our towels.  Mom went with us and showered with some pregnant
women - they were beautiful together, speaking softly and caressing each
other's bellies.

I wanted to go over there and feel the babies move, but Dad pulled me back.
"Over here, stinkball."  Dad wet me down and started scrubbing.  "Are you
still full of boyfriend?" He asked.

I had to think.  "I don't know."

He turned me around and bent me over and carefully soaped me, sticking his
finger in me and giving me a really hard boner.  That felt good when he
cleaned my butt.

In the shower, I saw some men had two testicles, and asked Dad.

"Well, they aren't elders or don't want to be.  I don't know.  Maybe they
don't want to make the sacrifice - they could be afraid."  He kissed me.
"You were so brave."

"Dad, I was screaming and crying like a baby.  Now the whole world knows."

"Seemed the most natural thing to do, and you were perfect - remember that
was your independent ego leaving, and it left in a storm."  He said and
held me under the showerhead.

"Are you excited about today?"

"Yeah.  But I don't like so much attention from so many strangers."  I told
him.

"Hold your head up and keep smiling.  We'll be home soon and back to work."

***


Mom and Dad went to get seats at the big presentation and Jay walked me
over to Steve's trailer.  Then he left to get a seat down front to record
all the drama.

Serena was beautiful and it made me want to smell her and taste her, but
Steve had us repeating words and lines until they were perfect.  "No matter
what happens, you two continue your lines."  He said.

"What could happen?"  Serena asked.

"Well, if someone starts crying or yelling because this is their favorite
story.  They may say your lines with you.  You have to continue to the end
for everyone else."  He thought for a minute, and then chuckled.  "One year
a dog came on the stage and made people laugh.  Then, there's the year a
bird landed on the head of an actor.  That made the audience applaud for a
while.  So, whatever happens, keep going."

I hoped a bird would land on me - that sounded like fun.

***


Finally, Steve walked us to behind the stage.  He handed the man our
recorded music to play as we spoke, and some people put microphones on
Serena and me.

"Look for the red X taped on the stage floor - stand there."  Steve said,
and pushed us forward to a big, loud wave of applause and whistles.  The
audience looked forward to hearing the old tale again and again so they
quieted down quickly to hear it.

I saw Jay down front with his camera and smiled at him - he was sending the
video in real time back to our sanctuary.  Serena and I started, a bit
awkward, but soon we got into watching each other, and saying our lines
like it was really happening - like real actors.

Serena kept glancing away, but I continued like Steve said.  I thought I
heard a soft buzzing, then wailing - far away in the distance.  Rumbling,
too, but there weren't any clouds in the sky.  Couldn't be rain or wind...

I heard Steve's voice saying, "Keep going!"

Serena looked behind the crowd and pointed to the back, and said, "They're
here!  Mama!  Papa!"

Helicopters flew overhead came from distant points in the sky.  Louder and
louder, hovering overhead, scaring people and sending everyone scattering
in all directions.  Thun! Thun! Thun! Thun!  The helicopters sounded like
monsters!  I couldn't see Mom or Dad.  Jay nodded at me continue, but he
got up to find my Mom.

I saw Jay's video camera on the ground still capturing all the chaos,
streaming it back to Talixa and around the world in real time.  The
audience was standing now, gathering their children and watching the sky.

I jumped down, grabbed Jay's camera and laid it on top of a speaker to get
the full view of what was happening until the battery ran out of power.

***


Men's voices boomed on bullhorns creating more confusion - they were
ordering everyone to lie down on the ground with their hands behind their
heads.  They were talking about abuse and violations - lots of things I
couldn't understand about laws and endangerment.

No one was being abused or in danger until these mean people had arrived!
But I stopped.  Were our darkest days happening again?  "The circle with
two lines down the middle when I had the pox!"  I remembered - "Two D's..."
That hurt to remember, then the circles between my legs - "Chosen Child."

All that meant nothing now; we were facing danger, imprisonment and our
people would be killed again, just like the first siege.  My heart fell - I
wanted to vomit.  Our beliefs and our lives frightened the judgmental
people and they were the ones with the guns - and they were angry again.

I heard the police started calling us perverts, scum, rapists, and a lot of
names I didn't know. They said bad words as the shoved our people around
calling us vermin and said they were going to "get rid of the rats once and
for all."

***


More big police vehicles were rumbling through the tents.  The black swarm
was everywhere and more were coming fast.

"Control and contain...  dangerous addictions...  power-amassing."  I
remembered as Steve grabbed Serena and me, pulling us behind the stage.

Our banners and flags were trampled, and what was a beautiful celebration
was turned into chaos in only a few moments.  There was a funny smell
creeping around...  It made me sick and start crying.

"Where's my Dad and Jay?"  I asked, I needed him to comfort me now, "and
where's Mom?"

Steve just looked at me and shook his head.  "We're waiting here until they
come.  If they don't come, you'll stay with me.  If we're separated, you
two stay together, and if you're separated, find other kids from our
sanctuary - stay with them.  You two may be the only elders who can help
them now."  Pulling us both close, Steve ordered, "Don't say anything until
you see an elder you know.  Nothing!  Absolutely nothing."  Steve whispered
to us.  "They'll try to trick you into thinking one of them is an elder
from another sanctuary.  Don't say anything until you see an elder you
know!"

"I want my Dad and Jay."  I whispered to him and remembered all the men
from the showers...  the guys who had two testicles - they weren't from any
sanctuary!

"We're on our own now, but the sanctuary in Talixa will get word, and
they'll send help when they find out..."  Steve stared at me.  "Be strong
and stay together."  He turned to kiss Serena, "Whatever happens, keep the
baby with you - name her Lucca."

"Here's three more!"  A voice yelled. The police rounded the corner making
us jump.  "Hand above your heads!"  Gloved hands shoved us outside and down
on the ground where our bodies were felt all over for weapons, I supposed.

Serena was mad, I could tell, but she signaled for me to be quiet.  Steve
was hauled off quickly between two of the police.

***


As Serena and I were led away, I looked at these guys dressed in black with
guns.  International thugs.  They spoke several languages and had a logo of
a map of the earth on their gear.  The separated our people. Men in one
place, women in another and crying children filled the playground area,
forced to sit in the sun.  Breathing was hard and my eyes glassed over for
a few minutes - I was stunned and trying to adjust myself to this sudden
madness.

***


Serena and I were taken to the playground, hustled quickly by hands jerking
on our arms and yelling at every step like we didn't understand.  We found
two very young kids from our sanctuary and held them close, wiping their
noses on our costumes.  We found Cassie and told her to search for more
children from our sanctuary.  I noticed that some children were wandering,
crying, and no one really helping them at all...

Serena and I were the elders now, and our roles changed from being Chosen
Children to leaders.  But, like Dad and the bishop told me - we'd never be
alone.  The elders shared our pain and our fear.  Wait!  There were elders
here!  Jacinto and the boy on the slide...

Serena got up and gathered a few more of the children we knew from our
sanctuary and searched for more.  We told the older children to do the
same.  Working in expanding circles around the children we'd gathered, the
kids started gathering in small groups.  My heart was hurting hearing the
children crying for their parents, confused and afraid.

Then, for some reason, I wasn't afraid any longer.  These were the kids I
ran with the night before, the one's who'd laughed and giggled and kept
running in the darkness...  Suddenly, I had the strength of all my elders
inside me, and all their love and it pushed me forward. "Be brave."  I
could hear Dad's voice tell me from my distant memories and remembered my
power.

"If you were Chosen you are a leader now - if you're old enough to help the
younger children, gather your sanctuary members close to you!  Now!" I
started yelling,

Serena and I were surprised.  The children became quiet and started sorting
themselves into smaller, then larger knots across the play area. Many of
the smallest kids were crying - still lost and afraid; "Go to the kids you
play with at home. Go on, you'll be safe with them."

I took the youngest kids who were wandering around not knowing what was
going to happen and held them with our group.  Soon, we had around several
hundred children seated together near their newest leaders, still sniffling
but calmer.  When the kids were together, I told them not to speak with the
people in black.  They needed information now and had to learn to protect
themselves and their families the best they could.  "Don't give your name
or address or your parent's name.  Nothing!  Someone will send help.  Don't
speak with any elder you don't know.  Just don't say anything to anyone you
don't know.  Be brave!"

I walked among the different groups explaining that we had to stay
together. "I left the camera running on the stage -- there were other
cameras as well.  Talixa knows what happened, they'll send help.  We have
to be strong, stay together and be brave until they come!"

I wasn't so sure about that, but I'd tried to be honest...  Maybe the
cameras that recorded the play had sent the attack as it started.  For some
reason I felt enough had been sent to cause alarm in Talixa.  Our sanctuary
had probably seen it...  I sent a mental thought to the beekeeper -- the
only elder who'd stayed with the women on the compound.

***


A group of black uniformed workers snapped on latex gloves and marched into
the playground. They started reaching for the younger children.  Serena and
I kept stepping in front of them to block their way toward the smallest,
most fearful children.  We stared at the workers quietly until they
realized we weren't giving up any from our group or any information and
kept moving to block them with our bodies.

The other young elders watched and stood in front of their groups.  The
playground became very quiet and still. Who would make the next move?

I did.

Walking bravely, I approached the tall people in black uniforms and stopped
when I was close to them. Standing tall, like Dad, I yelled: "We want our
parents - right now.  This is cruel - look at the pain you're causing these
little ones.  You've taken their parents when they need them the most!  You
are cruel. This is abuse!"

A woman took her helmet off and stared back at me.  "You've been so badly
misled - you don't know what's good for you!"  Then she screamed, "You're
so sick you don't know what normal is - so you can't know what abuse is
about."

"I know right from wrong!  You're wrong taking us from our parents who
protect us and you're abusing every child here!"  My anger was white-hot.
"Bring our parents!  You're abusing us!"  My face was red and I was
screaming as loud as I could.

Another black-clad worker in latex gloves reached down and grabbed the arm
of a small child holding onto my leg. "Don't touch him!"  I screamed at
them when more workers started grabbing the smallest children.

"Abuse!  Abuse!  Abuse!"  Serena started screaming and pulling the children
back.  Soon, her words rang out across the playground. All the children
were yelling now, like a roar across the valley.  The children started
moving, en masse, and screaming -- the children started toward the workers
and it scared them. The line of uniforms backed up -- regrouping.

Then Serena started yelling, other older children started screaming along
with her, "Don't touch us!  Go away! Go away!" Several hundred small voices
screamed with her.

The black-clad workers backed away from the playground, keeping us
contained in the playground, but we had a little more space.  Then, I
remembered what Dad said, "Get up and leave..."

I told the oldest kids to reorganize by the language they spoke, ignoring
the sanctuary they'd come from.  I saw Jacinto with the French speakers.  I
ran to him and kissed him, "Stay strong Jacinto!  We're going to leave and
go to our parents.  I'll find out where they are..."

He kissed me back.  "I love you Eraoe."  He was shaking a little.

We stopped as we felt the ground shaking under our feet and stared at each
other...  Quickly, I ran to climb the wooden climbing structure and see
what was happening across the hillside.  The men were held in another
field, with hundreds of black-suited police all around.  I could see them
off in the distance.  I saw several big yellow school busses park nearby.
The officers held sheaves of plastic strips to handcuff the children.
Handcuff children!  They hadn't done anything wrong -- they had no weapons!

Scrambling down the structure, Serena and I started yelling at the kids not
to give their names and to only speak with an elder they knew.  "Find a
friend from any sanctuary - stay together and stay quiet.  Don't give the
police any information, no matter what they do!  Talixa will send help
soon!"

"Let's go!"  I raised my arms and signaled to Jacinto and the other young
elders.

***


The kids were quiet, but started quietly coming together, and I moved
toward the gate to the playground, sweating, and hoping this would work.
It was time to leave -- to go to our parents. The children followed me,
with the young elders.

We were met with a line of the uniformed men, standing close together,
blocking our way.

Like a play we'd practiced a hundred times, Jacinto started smiling and
walked through the group swinging his hips.  He weaved his way through the
children and walked directly up to one of the guards smiling and motioned
that he wanted to whisper something to him.  When the guard leaned over,
Jacinto lifted his knee quickly; hitting the guard in his most sensitive
area -- between his legs and Jacinto gave a shriek that frightened everyone
- like a wild animal on the attack.

When the man leaned over in pain, the line was broken and his rifle fell to
the ground - Jacinto kicked it away.  Suddenly, from behind me, all the
kids were shrieking and running toward the break in the line of guards -
all running hard and knocking the guards around, making our passageway
wider.  Kids were swarming everywhere; the thugs didn't know what to do
first!

We'd broken through!  Serena and I hustled the children across the canvas
tents, now covering the ground and I pointed the way for Jacinto to lead
the children while I helped the smallest ones, often jerking them away from
uniformed arms.  Though I couldn't see it happen, the men were yelling and
whooping, calling the children to where they were held.

The women began singing somewhere in the distance -- still held captive but
knew what was happening.

Freedom?  Not yet.

***


In the chaos, I hid behind a pile of boxes and got my phone out to try to
call Dad, but a tall, armed guard slapped it out of my hand and put it in
his pocket and laughed at me - then looked more closely at me,
sneering. "You were the one in the video - the kid with one ball!"  His
hand went to my groin and he squeezed me hard and jerked my penis hurting
me.  I tried to push him away, but he grabbed me toward him pulling out his
handcuffs.

He gave an evil laugh as he called on his radio that he'd found me.  "Yeah,
the kid in the video, he's all the evidence we need."  He chuckled, "Sure
would be too bad if he had an accident, a but I'd have my own pet rat for a
while."

Then, he put his face close to mine and knocked my fez off my head. "Is
that the crown you scum wear?  You the prince of this filth, in line for
the throne are ya?  Think you're going to rule over all the perverts
someday, don'cha?  Don't even fuckin' try to get away you little
fifty-thousand-dollar bitch."  He jerked my arm hard and pulled me toward
more of the police, away from the kids and my eyes started burning - I
wanted my Dad so much.

There was a lot of commotion happening behind me, I could see Dad's face in
my mind - I thought I heard his voice. Then I fell to the ground with a
stinging pain on the side of my head and everything went blank and silent
inside me.

***


When I woke, I was in a small, green room in a bed covered neatly with a
sheet.  Everything was very quiet. The sky outside the narrow window was
gray with rain clouds.

A man in a blue suit was sitting by the foot of my bed.  He had laid his
head on his arms, dozing at my feet.  As I watched him, my memories rushed
back about the siege. I remembered everything that happened and my heart
started beating fast, but that made my head ache and throb.  I moved my
toes and the man lifted his head to look at me.

The beekeeper!  He hadn't come to the gathering -- he'd stayed at home. He
stood and leaned over me, sliding his hands underneath my shoulder and
pulled me to his chest. "Will you come home with me and choose me for your
father until your dad and Jay come back?"  He kissed my cheek softly,
"We're in the big sanctuary at Talixa until you're ready to go home."

 Hugging him, I began crying and we stayed like that for a long
time. Sobbing, I asked him what happened to my head, "And what happened
after I fell down?"

"Someone hit you, then so many things happened. So many sorrows, but
they've all passed now.  Thank you for taking that burden from me."

"Where's my Dad?  What happened to Mom and Jay - Where's Serena and
Jacinto?"

"Your parents will be home later, maybe a month or two after all the legal
wrangling.  Until then, there are only three elders at our sanctuary. All
the children will be home soon. I think we can manage until the parents
come back."  He thought for a moment, "Jacinto and Dr. Raphael flew home
yesterday.  They came by before they left.  You were sleeping...  You have
a new brother and sister now."  He smiled.

It felt like he was hiding something from me.  "What happened -- tell me
what happened after I fell down."

"When the brutes lined up to stop you children -- enough of them turned
their backs to the men... The fathers and all the elders began pushing them
down and taking their guns. Then, all the elders rushed toward the children
right after the children broke through and were able to overpower the
police. Seems those criminals didn't want to use their guns because -- well
it would reduce their profits. But it was the videos -- that, and you still
had the microphone clasped on your costume. We heard everything...  For
now, rest.  The doctor said we had to wait two more days."

My head hurt, and I was still trying to comprehend -- small acts have great
consequences...  My mind was filled with the scenes of terror, and so many
children's tear-streaked faces.  I wondered how I had the courage to scream
and yell, and lead, then I remembered Jacinto's knee flying upward...  and
I smiled. He was a brave boy!

"Mom and Dad -- Jay and all the elders, are they going to jail?"

"I don't think so. The lawyers are going to ask that people leave us alone
and stop hurting our children and their own -- our little ones are
cherished; never abused. It's going to get complicated in the courtroom
explaining our philosophy, but maybe that's for the good. Our sanctuary
filed human trafficking charges against those gangsters who invaded the
gathering. That's going to change things, well discuss that later."  He
kissed me lightly on my lips; his tongue opened my mouth and he gave me a
long bishop's kiss, breathing slowly at first.

Then, he looked into my eyes. "My bees swarmed me that morning; chased me
into the sanctuary. Had to run all the way. My bees have never been so
angry -- I think they were warning me. I was able to set aside all my
sorrows when I saw the videos and heard you -- not worth carrying all the
sadness anymore when I saw what happened. I love you Eraoe -- I've made big
changes in my life. Traded all my sorrows for pride." He smiled!

"Changes." I though, I'd changed too. I remembered Jacinto wanted me for
his boyfriend.  That made me grin.

The beekeeper laid himself alongside me and held me, "My sweet Eraoe, we'll
be home soon.  It'll never be the same - I think it's going to get better."
He kissed me. "Do you want some comfort?"

"Probably." I was already hot from kisses.  "Can we get naked?  I need you
to hold me."

"Of course."  He began taking his tie off.  "You can whisper what you want,
I'll do anything that will comfort my favorite boy."

When he was naked against me, he turned me away from him and kissed my
neck, "Dr. Rafael said not to get excited or move around too much until
later, so we'll go slow."

I nodded and smelled his body, it smelled different, but good.  His hand
gently covered my groin, "Does it still hurt?"

"No."

His erection was throbbing, and he was fumbling, trying to slow
himself. Gasping and sighing, he kissed my neck while he rubbed his pre-cum
in my cleft. His hands were shaking, his breathing was rapid and he began
to moan as he pressed into my tight hole, "Help me, boy, I need this
comfort."

Holding me tightly against his chest, his other hand pushed my shoulders
forward a little, "Yes -- yes..."  His hot glans was hot and slippery; his
skin was moist and warm. One hard shove and his thick shaft popped inside
me, stretching my muscles, burning.  He stopped, "Sorry, I'm so excited --
it's been so long..." His voice trailed off.

Still a little stunned from the size of him, "It's okay." This didn't feel
like Jacinto, but it started feeling better as the beekeeper stayed still
and began fondling my ball and fingering my foreskin. As he kissed my neck,
he began hunching, slowly. A feeling of fullness grew inside me until I
felt him completely fill me. Slowly, very slowly, he pulled and pushed
himself. My erection came. His hands rubbed and squeezed my ball, then he
spit on his fingers and began slowly, patiently stroking me in the same
rhythm as his thrusts.

Soon, we were both moaning softly. I leaned over further to take more of
him -- he felt so strong and so deep inside me, I wanted more. I heard
footsteps but didn't turn over, my body was enjoying all the feeling of my
insides moving around when he shoved and breathed hard on me.

His arm went around my waist as his body quaked; "E-e-e-e." His voice was
soft and high, "Now!" His hand made a fist around my rod and he squeezed as
he pulled. I squinched my eyes tight and pushed my butt against my groin as
hard as I could, wanting everything he had. With only very short shoves, I
felt his erection throb inside me and rushes of hot cum at the deepest
point of his pressure. My ball felt pressured and I spurted again and
again; it made my body jerk and my head throb.

As we lay still, letting all the comfort wash through us, I reached down,
brought his hand to my lips and kissed his cum-covered fingers. He kissed
my neck, "I love you."

We lay still, very calm and satisfied.  When I opened my eyes, I saw a man
standing in the shadows, zipping his pants and folding his handkerchief
carefully, stuffing it in his pocket. He was grinning. He'd watched us...

Stepping forward, he pulled his phone out and hit some buttons. "Your dad
wants to talk to you."  Holding the phone in front of me, I took it in my
hand and Dad's face appeared. "Eraoe, I love you -- are you feeling
alright?"

Still cum-dopey, I grinned and looked at him through half-opened eyes,
"Yeah, Dad, I miss you."

"We'll all be out in a few more weeks -- I see the beekeeper is training
you...  That's alright, he's a kind man." The beekeeper kissed my neck and
nodded.

"Is Jay okay?"

Jay came in front of the camera, his face swollen and he had a black
eye. "We're all okay, my little champion -- just remember you're mine
forever."

"Hurry up and come home."

"We have to finish what we started here, then we'll be home. Several other
sanctuaries sent elders to help us at home so you stay at Talixa as long as
you want. Don't get up till you're strong enough."

I handed the phone back and heard Jay tell the "big guy" to keep me in bed
and feed me. "He looks thin."

He chuckled, "You know it."

Not much later, the three of us ate lots of pancakes with honey. I had to
walk to the little table in the corner, lit with candles while they watched
and smiled. We ate and talked and laughed together watching videos people
sent me -- lots of congratulations and stuff. I got wiggly again, not
really knowing what to think or say. They told me that the old ritual for
the boys was changed...  I looked away -- that made me miss Jay and my dad.

The beekeeper saw my eyes fill with tears, "You need a bath!"

The old men took me to a big, old bathtub with feet, and put me in the hot
water. One soaped me while the other stuck his finger in my butt -- I came
again but started falling asleep full of pancakes and filled with
incredible satisfaction. So much comfort!

Then, with kisses and hugs, I fell asleep between two men who loved me.

Yeah, my life was perfect.



Fin.