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Saint Valentino's Academy for Gifted Boys

 

Chapter 6: Chat with the Headmaster.

 

After a brief and rushed goodbye from his roommates, Christian got up from the table and silently followed the prefect through the elegantly decorated medieval halls. His mind went crazy thinking about what kind of problem he had got himself into this time that would require a visit with the headmaster himself. The last time he visited his headmaster, it was to tell him that he was being expelled from the school. Had he done something bad enough already that they were going to kick him out? He just got here. He didn't really want to know the answer, but Paolo might know and if he were to be expelled right now, then maybe it would hurt less if he were able to mentally prepare for it first.

 

"P-Paolo, sir?" Christian asked cautiously.

 

"You don't have to be so formal with me, you know, cutie? Especially not after we sucked each other," the prefect laughed as he placed a friendly arm around his shoulders and then moved his arm lower to give the boy's butt a slight squeeze.

 

"R-right." Christian blushed heavily upon hearing Paolo's words and even more upon feeling his hand on his behind; he wasn't expecting him to be so casual about what happened in the Med bay, so to say that he was surprised was an understatement.

 

"So, you got something on your mind, hot stuff?" Paolo asked Christian with a seductive smile on his face.

"Y-yes, I was wondering if I did something wrong? Am I to be expelled already?" Christian said meekly.

 

"Oh? Cutie, not at all! This is merely a routine procedure for new students! It's just a chat between you and the headmaster so that you can get to know the school better. Everything is fine!"

 

"Ah, sorry, it's just that at my old school-" Christian tried to explain, but Paolo interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips.

 

"Say no more, I know exactly what you mean, and you need not worry, you're not at your old school, they cannot hurt you any more. We have never operated this academy like they do, and we never will." Paolo paused his walking and turned to look Christian in the eyes. "Tell you what, why don't I suck that cute cock of yours again? It should help you relax before you see the headmaster."

 

Christian couldn't believe his ears, Paolo, an older boy and a prefect, was offering to suck his cock; Mr. Jenkins had never been terribly interested in pleasing Christian as much as he was in having the boy please him instead, so this was a strange turn of events to say the least.

 

"So, what say you, hottie? We don't have all day.'' Paolo brought Christian back to reality and all he could do was to nod shyly, which made the prefect smile.

 

"Great, stand on the window ledge over there and unbutton your shorts," Paolo gently instructed him.

 

"Here? What if someone sees us?" a scandalized Christian asked.

 

"You worry too much, newbie, they won't mind, besides nobody comes over here unless they have business with the headmaster anyway. Furthermore, if they did see us, I wager they would want to join us when they see how much of a hottie you are."

 

Christian blushed bright red. "Y-you think I'm hot?" He wasn't sure what to think of what Paolo told him.

 

Paolo laughed and tousled the boy's hair, "Christian, you don't even know just how hot and cute you are, do you?"

 

Christian really didn't know what to make of what Paolo was saying, he looked down as his face was hot with his blush, and slowly kicked the toe of a shoe onto the hallway floor. "I really don't know what you mean, si- Paolo!"

 

Paolo smiled, "That's okay, Christian, your cuteness and hotness are for others to notice, you're not supposed to find yourself hot or cute. Just trust me on this, okay? And get up on that windowsill already, times a wastin'." Paolo playfully swatted the boy's lovely butt to get him moving.

 

"A-alright..." Christian obeyed and did as told. He climbed on top of the stone ledge and then tried to unbutton his navy-blue shorts, but was fumbling with clumsy, and shaky, hands before Paolo took over, pulling them slowly down to his ankles along with his undies.

 

"Ah, bellissimo! I'm gonna eat your cute pisellino [1]" Paolo exclaimed happily as he playfully pawed at Christian's semi-hard cocklet and smooth balls before he got to work; if Christian didn't know any better, he'd swear that Paolo had a thing for sucking the cocks of younger boys.

 

The prefect got to work before Christian could process what he had said by placing a quick kiss on the boy's cock head before carefully retracting his foreskin and gently licking the glans before engulfing his whole length in one go.

 

Christian quickly covered his mouth to avoid moaning out loud as Paolo slurped on his now fully hard cock like candy; this school was really something, his first full day had barely started, and he was already getting a blow job from an older boy, and not just that but also out where anyone could see!

 

Paolo moved at a fast pace on Christian's cock before taking it out and licking both of his smooth balls carefully before taking the cock back into his mouth and restarted his assault. The way his tongue felt against Christian's urethra and frenulum made the boy see stars.

 

Soon enough, Christian felt that familiar build-up inside his body and cock as Paolo ran his tongue against his sensitive glans with glee.

 

"I... I'm g-gonna-"

 

Paolo, of course, took the boy's warning as a sign to increase his pace. Christian couldn't stay quiet any more and loudly released his milky seed into the prefect's mouth, who was quick to swallow all of Christian's tasty offering.

 

Once Christian was finished cumming, Paolo pulled off him and then licked his lips.

 

"Ah, delicious; nothing beats a serving of cute young boy's cum in the morning; well, almost nothing!" he exclaimed jovially.

 

Christian, in contrast, was too busy trying to catch his breath as he rode the last few waves of his orgasm to question the prefect's cryptic words.

 

"You got a wonderful ass too. I would love to fuck it one day." Paolo casually mentioned as he wrapped the boy in a warm embrace and took hold of Christian's buns and squeezed them a bit.

 

Christian froze, now Paolo wanted to fuck him? Did everyone want to fuck him? What was with his ass that made everyone seem to want it so badly. He had a feeling that given the chance, even the doctor and Professor Leo would have fucked him as well. But at least Paolo and those other two were a lot better looking than Mr. Jenkins and gentler too! Whenever he was with his old P.E. teacher, the man had little trouble just imposing his will on him. They usually only did what that man wanted to do, so he found it was easier for him to just accept it and try to enjoy it than argue.

 

Christian would deny it if asked, but a part of him found some enjoyment out of being commanded like that. Still, even with being commanded, it would have been nicer had his teacher not been so forceful and only caring about himself. He liked what they did together no doubt, but his teacher had taken things way too fast, it certainly seemed like the man's only goal was to plough his ass and be done with him, unlike Paolo who despite openly expressing his wishes to do the same, he still respected Christian's boundaries.

 

With the mind-bending blow job that Paolo had just given him and with everyone seeming to desire him, maybe things really were becoming better. But for now, it was enough to sink into the warm and loving embrace that Paolo had him in.

 

"Now, don't you feel better already?" Paolo asked, as he slowly pulled Christian's undies and shorts back in place. He had given Christian's cock head one last kiss before it was covered. Once he had done that, he lifted the unsteady Christian off the ledge and set him back in the hallway on his feet.

 

"I-I, I do! T-thank you!" a very flushed Christian answered; that had been quite intense, and he could really feel his worries fading away.

 

"I'm glad, then, perhaps you'll return the favour one of these nights!" Paolo winked at Christian.

 

"I-I'd love to," Christian spoke in a small voice.

 

 

 

 

Prefect and student finally arrived at the headmaster's office; a big room elegantly decorated from floor to ceiling in delicately crafted wood paneling and old-looking paintings hanging from its walls. To the side of the big double doors that read 'Headmaster' in fancy golden letters, there was an elegant desk where an equally elegantly dressed, voluptuous woman sat.

 

"Good morning, Paolo," the woman greeted him as she lowered her black-rimmed glasses.

 

"Good morning, Ms. Mavros, sorry we're late."

 

"And who's this cutie you've brought me today?" Ms. Mavros asked, fixating her penetrating amber eyes on Christian's figure. The woman had a strange, intimidating aura that made Christian feel scared, but also made him feel like he'd like to submit to her will. It wasn't lost on the boy that she had a tiny heart shaped beauty mark under her eye.

 

Christian couldn't help but to feel drawn towards that peculiar beauty mark, was it anything like the heart shaped birthmark that the doctor had found on his taint, just under his ball sack? Was it a birthmark at all, or was it just a tattoo? He had heard stories about guys in prison having a teardrop tattooed under the right eye to mean that the person had committed murder. Though, he had also heard other stories saying that the teardrop represented remorse, that it served as a reminder to the person of a mistake they made. Did the heart shape mean something here? If it did, was it a bad thing? If this heart shape meant something, did his heart shape birthmark mean something as well? Christian had never heard of a birthmark having any particular shape, they were just there.

 

"This is the new student, Christian Cockburn, madam," Paolo explained affably.

 

"Ah yes, Mr. Cockburn we've been expecting you; you may take a seat," Ms. Mavros gently instructed Christian to sit on one of the available sofas which he did without thinking twice.

 

"You can leave him under my care, Paolo."

 

"Very well, madam; and you be good, newbie, but let me know if you're gonna be naughty, so I can join you!" Paolo instructed Christian with a shit eating grin that made it clear he wasn't being serious. Ms. Mavros' sharp burst of melodic laughter at the prefect's antics was all the reassurance that Christian needed, however before leaving, the prefect did something that shocked him.

 

Paolo quickly shortened the distance between them and placed a quick but tender kiss on Christian's cheek. "Don't do anything I wouldn't, cutie, see you around!" the boy told him with a smile on his face before quickly leaving the room, leaving a very shocked and red-faced Christian; he had never been kissed by another boy before!

 

However, Christian had very little time to process what had happened, as Ms. Mavros had called to him.

 

"The headmaster is waiting, sweetie," Ms. Mavros told him from her desk with a seductive smile. "You can go ahead."

 

Christian blushed, there was that look again, it was as if she knew what he and Paolo did in the hallway and approved of it. The boy took a moment to gather his strength and entered the headmaster's office without further ceremony.

 

The headmaster's office was covered in more of the elegant wood paneling and deep red damask. Two arched windows looking outwards gave a tremendous view of the sea beyond the old castle walls. A large man with long silver hair neatly tied in a long ponytail had his back to Christian and was staring out the view.

 

Seeing that he wasn't acknowledged right away, Christian took a moment to take in the rest of the headmaster's office. There was a large framed painting hanging on the wall between the two arched windows. Christian's eyes were immediately drawn to it as it featured a naked cupid with a goofy smile. The boy was depicted as standing on one foot over a myriad of strange objects on a cluttered floor, whose meaning was beyond Christian. His left leg was resting on a cloth covered table or bench, and proudly presented all his lovely boyish charms to anyone who dared look.

 

Affixed to the golden frame below the painting was a caption engraved on a golden plaque that read:

 

Omnia Vincit Amor et nos cedamus amori

 

"Ah, Mr. Cockburn, I've been expecting you. Please take a seat," The affable voice of the old man dressed in what seemed to be the closest thing to a uniform the teachers had, an impeccable black three-piece suit, echoed in the room as he turned his gaze from the window to greet Christian.

 

Christian couldn't help but notice a peculiar similarity between the boy in the painting and the man standing before him; they all seemed to have the same smile, but that was hardly the moment to ponder on such things so he did as told and sat down, unsure of what to do with himself.

 

Despite his apparent age, it was clear that the headmaster was still a strong man, even with his long snow-white hair, neatly arranged in a ponytail and fluffy beard.

 

"Welcome to our humble institution, son; I am Professor Ivan Silvanus, Headmaster here at Saint Valentino's; at your service." The headmaster introduced himself.

 

"Can I offer something to drink? Water, tea, soda?" the headmaster offered with an affable smile.

 

Christian perked up a bit at the mention of soda, but forced himself to politely decline with a simple, "no, thank you."

 

"Are you sure?" the headmaster insisted with a slight hint of disappointment in his voice. Christian had to divert his eyes for a second; he hadn't been five minutes with the man and he was already reading him like an open book, and truth be told, It had quite been a while since the last time he had any soda, his father had never been keen on buying any or allowing him to have any outside of the home. He only ever had it when out with his friends. "A soda would be nice, sir." Christian finally replied with his same polite tone.

 

The smile on the headmaster's face grew as he procured a rather large, fancy glass bottle full of the dark, bubbly drink. Christian wasn't sure where the man had got the bottle from. He had been watching him and one moment he had nothing, the next he only slightly reached down and then came back up with the bottle in his hand.

 

The bottle even seemed to have a glass stopper where it would pour from. In fact, it looked a lot like the kinds his father would pour from when he would drink; however, this bottle was far fancier than any of the ones his father had owned.

 

After that, the man pulled two small glasses out from wherever he had been hiding all of this. In addition to the two glasses, he had also procured two plain-looking coasters that he set the glasses on.

 

"Uh... sir? No disrespect meant," the boy said with a small voice, "but you offered me a soda... I don't think I'm allowed to have whisky or scotch."

 

The headmaster chuckled at the boy's understandable confusion. "Don't you worry, son. I can promise you that this is not anything like a whisky or a scotch. In fact, it's not even alcoholic," he said as he poured a fair amount into both glasses before stopping it back up and setting the bottle off to the side.

 

The headmaster slid the drink closest to Christian over to him so that the boy could take it. Having done so, he then took his glass without waiting for the fizz to go down and took a big sip.

 

Christian followed the headmaster's actions and hesitantly took a sip of the dark fizzing liquid in his glass. The boy was absolutely shocked by the taste of the liquid and accidentally breathed some of it in after a slight gasp. Christian hurriedly set his glass down on its coaster and then coughed hard to clear the burning liquid from going to his lungs. Once he had regained control over himself, he looked up at the headmaster with slight tears in his eyes from the coughing. He was worried that the man might be upset that he had been so improper. A boy who couldn't even sip his drink properly, indeed. Instead, what he found was that the headmaster was smiling with a knowing look.

 

"Not what you expected, huh?" The headmaster chuckled. "It's a special soda that is made just for this academy. The same people who sponsor our academy also provide us with this." He then winked at Christian. "It's even sweetened using the same special sweetener that's used in the desserts."

 

"Y-yes, sir." Christian coughed a little more. "I've never tasted anything like that before." He took another sip of the soda and found the taste to be quite pleasing and impossible to place. It really was unlike any soda he had ever had before.

 

The headmaster looked at Christian from across the desk in the office. "I suppose you are wondering why you were called here today?"

 

"Y-yes, sir."

 

The headmaster nodded up and down a couple of times as if lost in a train of thought. After a moment, he stopped and then looked back at Christian. "Excellent, I'm sure you have noticed some peculiarities between this school and your former school, would that be correct?"

 

"You can say that again!" Christian blurted out loudly without thinking.

 

He had just shouted at the headmaster! His hands flew up to his face and covered his mouth as his eyes were wide with shock from what he had done.

 

The headmaster merely gave a slight chuckle at the boy's enthusiasm and waved the boy's hands down from off his face. Smiling at Christian, he began, "We should start with just what is, Saint Valentino's Academy for Gifted Boys. Quite simply, we are a place of education, support, growth, and most importantly; a family and a home for those boys who no longer have one."

 

Is that me? Am I one of those boys who no longer has a home? Christian thought to himself. But I thought that I was going to be able to go back and visit?

 

"It may not be apparent at first sight, but the overwhelming majority of our students have been rescued from bad situations, including, but not limited to homelessness and prostitution; You may have already realized this, but for the same reasons, many of our students, the overwhelming majority in fact, have, what clinically speaking, is referred to as homosexual tendencies."

 

Christian's heart skipped a beat upon hearing the headmaster's words, feeling completely called out. If truth be told, he had never been terribly interested in girls, even on a good day. He always seemed to find the contents of the pants of the other boys (and of grown men) far more interesting and alluring. Either way, it had never been an issue for him (until it became one) nor was it a subject that he had given much thought to; it was simply the way things were.

 

The headmaster had noticed the fleeting look of panic that washed across Christian's face; like many boys before him had done upon the mention of their unconventional sexual preferences. "Now, son, there's nothing to fear; although there are many people in the outside world who may disapprove of people with your gifts while some others would abuse, hurt you or make you feel worthless, you are still gifted. That is the reason we want you to be here with us. Here, you are completely safe to explore your sexuality and sexual urges in however way you see fit."

 

Christian felt an odd feeling overcome him, was it gratitude? Relief? Gas? He wasn't sure; all that he was certain about was that the part of him that still ached for male approval was acting up. Did he mean that it was okay to have sex with teachers? Christian felt his member reawaken at the thought.

 

The headmaster gave Christian a soft, knowing smile. "Now, as much as this place is a school. It is also a monastery; this means that religion is an active part of our day to day. However, unlike other religious schools you may be familiar with, whether you participate in this aspect of school life is completely optional, and only you get to decide. We do not believe in forcing people to our will or proselytizing. You should be aware, however, that even if you choose not to participate in our formal religious services, you will still be witness to rites such as the morning prayer before class and other such minor activities."

 

To say that Christian was surprised was a bit of an understatement; then again, nothing about this school was conventional in the slightest, so it began to make sense in the boy's head. Well, I guess that explains it. Why is it that religious or boarding schools always seem to have some weird sex kink? Christian mused.

 

But now that the headmaster had mentioned it; Christian realized that he hadn't seen a single crucifix or anything else that he knew to be a religious icon. The only decorative things he had seen were just naked winged boys as far as the eye could see, in every surface, painted, sculpted, carved, the entire island was filled to the brim with the imagery.

 

"Headmaster, sir? If I may be so bold, when you say that this is a religious school, what exactly do you mean...?" Christian asked in his best polite child voice as he felt the hairs in the back of his head stand up, surely it couldn't be, right? Right?

 

The headmaster on his part just smiled at the boy, he had figured it out, but then again, it's not as if they were particularly subtle about it, nor did they try to hide it, at all. Yet still, most parents never seemed to realize or bother doing at least some research, given how they were often so eager to get rid of their problematic little boys...

 

"Tell me, son, how familiar are you with Greek Mythology?"

 

"G-Greek Mythology, did y-you say?" Christian stuttered, unable to believe his ears.

 

The man's words felt to Christian as if a big bucket of ice-cold water had just drenched him. These people worshipped myths?! Was there even a word for people like them? Of course, his dear parents had been so desperate to get rid of him that they had completely overlooked that not only had sent him to a school that belonged to an entirely different religion; but a weird one at that! Christian quickly tried to remember everything he had studied while in school about the Greeks and their gods, which, sadly, wasn't that much. They weren't of the kind that sacrificed or raped people as a part of their rituals, were they?

 

Then again, it wasn't as if he was a particularly religious person to begin with, and neither were his parents, really. He could scarcely remember the last time they had been to church.

 

"Judging by the look on your face, it seems like you figured it out, isn't that right? If you are wondering if we sacrifice boys like yourself, the answer is a vehement no. We do not sacrifice anyone here; except, perhaps, a squirrel here or there." The jovial tone of the man caused Christian to giggle quietly, effectively breaking some of the tension.

 

"You are perfectly safe. I know it can be shocking at first, people worshipping the old gods in the XXIst century. They must be completely mad!" the headmaster laughed.

 

"But is it so crazy for us to worship the gods of our ancestors when countless others have killed, raped, and pillaged for their one true god? Even to other believers of the same god? How many lives have been lost in just the holy wars between the followers of Yahweh and Allah?"

 

The headmaster looked around the room then put the back of his hand next to the far side of his mouth and whispered, "Who are one and the same, mind you. But don't try to tell their worshippers that, they won't listen!" He then winked and went back to how he was before, "we, on our part, dedicate our lives to the Erotes, the gods, and guardians of love as well as their messengers, you may know them as cupids. In short, we believe in love. Love is our religion.

 

"Leaving that aside for now, this may be a good time to bring up some of the other concerns that you had while in your intake medical examination." The headmaster didn't want to break the mood and atmosphere that he had developed with this delightful boy. However, he knew he needed to address the lies that his father had filled his mind with to give the boy a proper chance at thriving at this school. His countenance became more serious and solemn, Christian recognized that whatever the headmaster said next, he was probably not going to like it.

 

Christian squirmed at the thought of going over the things he said during the examination.

 

"I believe the things you mentioned were, fear of being raped, of being castrated, or having your organs harvested and being killed, is that correct?" the headmaster asked gently.

 

Christian just buried himself in his seat, his gaze nailed on the floor.

 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

 

Christian was at a loss for words. His face was burning, and his eyes were misty with tears. All he could think to do was to shake his head no.

 

The headmaster did something that surprised Christian; he stood up from his chair, walked around his big fancy desk, and then knelt in front of him, effectively placing them at the same eye level. He then took Christian's hands in his own and held them firmly, but gently. Tears were dripping off the boy's face and into his lap.

 

"Son, look at me, please."

 

Christian balked, but then slowly raised his face until he could see the headmaster eye to eye, with tears still streaming down his face. What surprised him the most was to see tears in the headmaster's eyes as well.

 

"Son, who told you that we do all of those horrible things?"

 

Christian opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He took a deep breath and then tried again, "My... m-my father told me those things, and worse... He... he said that you would take one of my kidneys to sell, since I only needed one to live, in order to pay for my schooling here." The trembling in Christian's body was easily felt by the headmaster.

 

"Was there anything else he told you?"

 

"He said that for the boys you force to become sex slaves, you extract their teeth so that they can't hurt their clients with them."

 

The headmaster sighed, "Son..., Christian," the headmaster's use of the boy's name caused his head to snap to look at the headmaster's face, as the boy had once again been staring at the floor. "I don't know how I, or we as a school, can adequately prove to you that nothing of what your father told you is true. All I can ask is that you trust us. The things that your father described are horrific, barbaric, and were said only to hurt you before coming here. This academy is meant to be a safe place, a refuge from the horrors outside these walls. Yes, some of what he said does happen out there, and it is truly horrendous. What I can offer you is a promise that nothing like that has ever gone on here, nor would it ever be allowed to. Any of those things would break the basic tenet of our religion, which is love. Along with that, they would break our founding principle of consent," the headmaster smiled warmly at Christian.

 

Christian could hear the sincerity in the man's voice, and his eyes reminded him of a loving grandfather. Maybe his father really was wrong about this place.

 

Releasing the boy's hands, the headmaster turned around and pulled some tissues from the tissue box on his desk and handed them to the boy. "Now, dry those tears and blow your nose. You are safe here. We won't let anyone or anything harm you." Christian smiled in thanks and did as the headmaster suggested.

 

The headmaster nodded once and stood back up, and then returned to his chair behind his desk. As he sat down, his face lit up with an idea. "I know what we can do. Would you like to interview some boys here who have gone through the things you are worried about? They might be able to give you a perspective on things that I am just not able to."

 

Christian was quite surprised at the mention of students who had gone through some of the things that tormented his mind; so scared was he that he had completely forgotten that there were other boys who had gone through much, much worse than him.

 

"... Yes, yes, I would like to do that very much, please."

 

"Very well, I shall make the arrangements post-haste; however, it may take some time to coordinate things, so you may have to wait a day or two before meeting them, is that OK, son?" the headmaster asked, showing genuine concern towards Christian's wellbeing.

 

Christian nodded, that was more than reasonable. Is this what love actually feels like? Christian caught himself thinking.

 

Love, that was something Christian wasn't sure he understood well enough. Unable to find the love and approval from his rather absent parents, Christian thought that he had found it in the arms of his old P.E. teacher, Mr Jenkins. And maybe for a while he did, until, that is, he was no longer useful to the man and had discarded him like one would a used condom. So, when the headmaster told him that love was their religion, Christian felt like he really wanted to believe in it.

 

"Now, this may come as no surprise but due to the aforementioned special life situation most of our students face, many of them may end up choosing to either join our religious order or simply join our religious community; with this in mind, it's important for you to be aware that there are three major categories in which students such as your good self can be classified.

 

"First, we have the apprentices; these boys have chosen by their own free will to join our order to one day become fully fledged priests and have been thus initiated in the Mysteries of Eros;" the headmaster spoke cryptically without giving Christian time to make questions. "Then, there are those who we call candidates; these are students who, as the name suggests, have been determined to be a good fit to potentially join us, either as members of our religious order, or simply as part of our religion.

 

"Candidate students have various privileges as well as obligations; they are expected to partake of our religious rites and receive a special education that matches this position, including special extra classes and other duties. You should know that both Mr. Velasquez and Mr. Travers have chosen to be candidates.

 

"Lastly, but certainly not less important, we have our normal students. These are boys who simply study here and have no real prospect of joining our order ( although some of them come from families who are part of our religious community), as many of them are expected to rejoin their families upon graduation. As such, they are exempt by default from attending religious services and are not expected to partake of most of our other customs; however, they can choose to attend and take part if it is their wish. You may not be aware of this, but Mr. Walker is one of such students."

 

"Mr. Walker, sir?" Christian asked, puzzled, not quite familiar with the name.

 

"Ah, I think he prefers being called Lu, isn't that right? He doesn't seem to like his last name very much," the headmaster smiled at Christian.

 

"You may be wondering now, what does all of this have to do with you? Well, after thorough research, we've concluded that you fall into the category of candidate." The headmaster spoke gently before pausing, allowing Christian time to process the meaning of what he had just been told.

 

Christian could barely believe his ears, him a priest? Or would he be considered a Monk? Either way, it wasn't something that he had ever pictured himself becoming, at all.

 

"Sir? When you say joining your order, what exactly do you mean?" Christian asked meekly, trying not to look terribly interested.

 

"Well, it entails joining our brotherhood and becoming a priest at the service of our gods, the Erotes. It should be noticed, however, that unlike other religions, our priests do not take celibacy vows, nor are they barred from getting married or even siring children.

 

"Now, being selected as a candidate does not mean that you don't get to choose whether you become one or not. Consent is one of our core values, after all. It merely means that we believe you have what it takes for it, should you wish to explore that route and find out for yourself what this is all about. Naturally, you are free to say no at any time and simply attend school as a regular student. Even if you have already accepted but then don't feel like such a life is for you, you can still change your mind and become a regular student. At no point would you ever be locked into being a candidate or becoming a priest. For us to force that on you would be a violation of your trust, consent, and our founding ideology."

 

Christian pondered the man's words. This sounded like it could be interesting and fun, and he was happy that at any point he could change his mind. But what does it mean to be a candidate? What would be expected of him? So far, the people here seemed pretty trustworthy. "Sir... what does it mean to become a candidate?" Christian wasn't sure if he really wanted to know the answer but knew that he needed to.

 

"To put it simply, a candidate is someone like you, a boy who has a lot of love to give, even despite being hurt by it; someone who would see that what has happened to him, does not happen to others.

 

"There's also the willingness or desire to have sex with others, of course. Sex is not the only way to demonstrate the love between two people, but it can be a basic and deep expression of it. That is also why consent is our most fundamental and basic tenet. If there is no consent, then there can never be love. It is possible to have sex without love, but with that, it is just a meaningless act between two people to scratch a primal itch.

 

"You may have noticed that here things are done differently. At your former school, you had sex with your P.E. teacher, and while you may have thought there was love there, hindsight shows us that there was never any love returned. Furthermore, once it was discovered, you were made to look like the enemy and a dirty, unclean person, was it not so?"

 

Christian scoffed in his mind. Gee, thanks for that reminder.

 

"Here at Saint Valentino's Academy, we are okay with students having sexual relations with others, even adults. The world may think that you are unable to make decisions regarding your bodies at your age, here we know that there is a lot more to you than the world gives you credit for. Showing the maturity to make decisions about whom you wish to love and being able to face the consequences of such decisions is also a requirement for being considered a candidate.

 

"As a candidate, a teacher or another student is allowed to ask you if you want to have sex or simply fool around. However, should you say no, then that is the end of it. No one, not even an adult, is allowed to try to convince or coerce you into agreeing."

 

"How does that differ for normal students? Wouldn't they be surprised if they see a teacher ask a student for sex?" Christian asked.

 

"Normal students, while not expected to have sex with anyone, are made aware that things such as nudity and sexual intercourse are natural parts of life at this academy. Moreover, they're based on the principle of consent, so that no one may be forced into it. A normal student might not like having sex, they might not even be gay at all. However, tolerance is a form of love, and they are aware that they are not allowed to shame or otherwise insult anyone for how they choose to express that love.

 

"Further, normal students are made aware that no teacher or adult is allowed to ask them to have sex. If they wish to do so, they must be the ones to ask. Essentially, teachers are to treat normal students as they would be treated at any other school. The difference here being that if a normal student wants to have sex with a teacher, it is allowed and is not vilified."

 

"So, my having sex with Mr. Jenkins would have been okay here?"

 

"Having relations with Mr. Jenkins would have been okay here, supposing he had the qualifications to teach here. Which we know isn't the case given his treatment of you after things were discovered.

 

"Now, despite all of this, it should go without saying but it bears repeating that students from the munchkin dorm are strictly off limits when it comes to sexual activities. The only exception to this would be a fellow munchkin, no other student or teacher may approach them with sexual intentions."

 

Christian released the breath he didn't know he was holding, glad to hear that even this place had standards.

 

"Boys of that age can be curious about their bodies and the bodies of others. Especially if before coming to the academy, they had experienced sexual things well before they should have learned them. Because of this, if a munchkin asks to do something with you, then that is allowed, provided the following conditions are met. First, you are only allowed to do exactly what the munchkin is asking. Second, at no point, even if the munchkin asks for it, may any part of your body enter their body. They are allowed to suckle on your penis; however, you are not allowed to force yourself into them. They must do everything."

 

Christian's mind immediately went back to the bathhouse and the adorable little naked cherubs under Salai's watch; that someone would force a child that young into sex, or rather, rape, made his stomach turn; however, the headmaster's words did make sense in a strange kind of way.

 

"I can see the questions and revulsion in your eyes that someone would force themselves on another person, especially someone so young and so innocent. I agree, it is abhorrent and wrong. However, if a child had been used to this before, and wanted to continue it; denying them could actually cause damage to their psyche from the perceived rejection." Then with a twinkle in his eye he continued, "Also, they are really young and don't quite grasp the idea of consent just yet. So, if one were to grab you down there during bath time, try not to be harsh on them, okay?"

 

Christian nodded at the man's request. He couldn't imagine yelling at or hitting a small boy for just being curious. Besides, he had already seen how the senior student named Richardson had dealt with the adorable little Mikey. So, it was clear that even the older boys were kind to the much smaller ones.

 

"There is another way that we classify students."

"Sir?"

"We group students by age. Like mentioned before, munchkins are the youngest of those here at Saint Valentino's. They comprise academic years one through three and are ages seven to nine. The next group is the one that you belong to, the kittens. These are students who are from year four to year eight, aged 10 to 14 years old. You are on the upper end of your group, but you still have another year of it."

Christian nodded in understanding.

 

"The last group is the seniors. You have most likely seen these students on campus as well." Christian nodded again." They are the last years that a student is on campus before they graduate. They go from year 9 to year 11. Likewise, they are aged 15 through 17."

 

The headmaster smiled warmly at Christian. "I've been talking for a while, telling you how things work here. Tell me, son, what questions do you have?"

 

What questions didn't Christian have? There were many things that he wanted to ask, but at the forefront of that was one thing.

 

"Uhm, that painting on your wall..." Christian tried to formulate the question, but realized partially through that it was a very awkward question to ask. Fortunately, the Headmaster caught on immediately and completed the thought for him.

 

"That old thing? I see you have a good eye for art, son. It's merely a reproduction of a far more famous painting [2], but I'm still very fond of it. Perhaps you've seen the original before."

 

"N...no," Christian barely managed to get out. "Was it based on a real boy?"

 

Once again, the headmaster released a loud laugh. "Why yes, boy! It's based on me."

 

Christian's eyes bulged out of his sockets. "R-really?!"

 

"Indeed, while who knows if the original was based on a real boy or not, is up to anyone's guess. My father had that particular painting commissioned for my twelfth birthday. Posing nude in front of a complete stranger for hours on end was quite fun.

 

"Unfortunately, my father didn't think it was as fun when the first version of the painting had me depicted with an erection. He had the whole crotch area repainted." The man sighed wistfully, "I was such a hunk back then..." Christian could detect a glimmer of mirth in the man's eyes.

 

Christian couldn't help but to be surprised by the headmaster's words, what kind of parent would think that the perfect gift for their 12-year-old son was a full body naked painting of himself? The boy could only shudder in embarrassment at the thought of his parents doing the same for him and then gleefully unveiling the damned thing during his birthday party in front of everyone he knew!

 

"What I think is most fascinating about the painting is—besides me." The man grinned, which caused Christian to let out a slight chuckle. "Is how it shows how love and beauty can overcome all things, as shown with the various trampled

instruments of music, science, war, and government."

 

"Oh."

 

"Don't worry if you don't understand it yet, my boy. Interpreting art can take a lifetime to do, and even longer to appreciate it. Now, do you have any other questions?"

 

"You said that most of the students at this school have been rescued from bad situations, but this place is only for boys...?" Christian asked, not that he was complaining about the lack of girls; all the opposite, in fact, but that question had been burning on the back of his mind for a while now, what if a boy had a sister? Where would she go?

 

"Ah, yes, our school and organization focuses on the education and wellbeing of boys exclusively, but that does not mean that we ignore the plight of the opposite sex. We work with our sister organization who runs The Saint Valentino's Academy for Gifted Girls, located on the lovely island of Cythera. That's where the sisters of our boys go.

 

"Now you may be wondering why not simply make it coed and save us the hassle of running two separate schools?" Christian nodded. "Well, the modern world may not agree with this, but science and experience has shown time and time again not only that boys and girls are built differently and develop differently, but they learn better in different ways. So, we keep them apart to better focus on their strengths.

 

"Besides, our institutions are ancient, and they naturally evolved from fully fledged religious communities and monasteries that have always been largely segregated by sex, so, it's simply easier to keep it this way than to try to reinvent the wheel."

 

Christian nodded again.

 

"Any other questions?"

 

"Well, I don't get what's with us being checked so thoroughly after bathing. They're looking to make sure we cleaned ourselves, but rolling back our foreskin and feeling our cock head? Then there is running a finger though our butt crack? Those seem a little weird. Also, what's with the regular doctor check-ups in groups and all of us boys being naked?"

 

"Ah," the headmaster chuckled with a twinkle in his eye. "I see that you have been inspected by the famous Mr. Yamaha, or better known as Otaku?"

 

Christian's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. The headmaster knew of the nickname the students had for the computer science teacher?!

 

"Bear with us here, you recall that many of the boys who attend here have been rescued from living on the streets, or other unsavoury situations that were not conducive to their upbringing? We also have several students who are very young, which means that as a school, we take on many of the responsibilities that would normally be taught by a parent. Bathing correctly is an important part of proper hygiene and taking care of oneself. Some teachers are a little more enthusiastic than others, but Mr. Yamaha is quite harmless and doesn't mean anything by his actions."

 

Christian couldn't find any fault with the headmaster's explanation, a little overbearing perhaps, but it was fairly reasonable if he put it that way; besides, it's not as if Mr. Yamaha wasn't really attractive either.

 

"To answer your other question, it's two parts. The first is, again, we as the school have accepted responsibility to ensure that you all are healthy and growing properly. Regular check-ups are required to notice abnormalities that start small but can quickly become much more serious, especially on those students whose life situation has forced them to survive in less-than-ideal conditions. The second is merely a matter of efficiency. With how many boys are here, we need to streamline the process to make it so that it doesn't take multiple weeks for our medical staff to accomplish. Besides, is it that much different from going to the bathing facilities naked?"

 

Accepting this answer, Christian went on to his next question. "Alright, then how about having to sleep naked? And all together in a single bed?"

 

"There are many benefits from sleeping in the nude, my boy. It helps you fall asleep faster and improves your quality of sleep because it makes it easier for our body to regulate its temperature when you're not wearing clothes to sleep. It's better for your skin because it can breathe more easily, most clothing, even pyjamas, tend to be very restrictive and don't let proper airflow in or out. Having better quality of sleep can help prevent diseases such as obesity and diabetes, as well as help fight anxiety. Finally, having constant skin-to-skin contact has been shown to significantly improve our overall well-being. Besides, it helps save us a fortune in water." the headmaster smiled as he answered the question. "Do you have any other questions, son?"

 

Christian was at a loss for words, as, once again, he found himself unable to argue with the headmaster's logic.

 

The headmaster chuckled a bit as he once again saw Christian swallowing his argument in the face of logic. "Furthermore, my dear boy. By sleeping naked, it discourages naughty students from sneaking out at night," the headmaster said with a wink.

 

Christian pondered that, and yeah, he had to give to the man. It is warm under the covers and so sleeping naked would make you want to stay there, rather than go sneaking around in the dark, cold hallways. He shrugged and went on to his next question. "In the cafeteria, I didn't have to pay for my food, how is that possible? I've had to pay for my food wherever I went..." Christian gasped, and his eyes went wide from a horrific realization. "Wait, we don't have to do sex to pay for our food... right?"

 

The headmaster couldn't help but to laugh at the poor boy's expression. "Oh, my sweet boy, that's so adorable, I could kiss you!" The man spoke between fits of laughter. "Of course, you would never have to do such a thing! Being forced to have sex to get food, or for any other reason, would break the very idea of consent that we uphold so dearly! Let's just say that this school is sponsored by a group for whom money is of no concern at all. As such, they do not skimp on expenses when it comes to you boys and the fulfilment of your needs. In fact, this isn't just limited to your meals; clothes, and other basics are also included."

 

Christian blushed in embarrassment, like all boys his age, he didn't quite like being babied; though he'd be lying if he said that his heart didn't skip a beat when the headmaster himself said that he'd like to kiss him.

 

"Also, all students who graduate from our school have access to a generous trust fund to cover their expenses and allow them to attend some of the best and most prestigious universities in the world. That is how invested our sponsors are in your wellbeing and academic success."

 

Christian had a hard time wrapping his head around it, it wasn't unheard of for rich people to sponsor schools for the less fortunate, but here mere boys like himself with no pedigree to speak of dined on plates of silver and gold! Just what kind of people were these mysterious sponsors, anyway?

 

"Now, as a student of Saint Valentino's, there are some things that are expected of you. The first is that you must try your best in your classes. We don't expect you to get perfect scores, or even top scores; but we do expect you to apply yourself to your studies. You should strive to be a productive member of our little community. Finally, to stand up and help your fellow students in any way you can, especially your roommates, who from now on, will be like your direct family. Essentially, to try to become the best version of yourself, along with respecting and upholding the school values."

 

"Like having sex with grown men?"

"That's not really an expectation but a liberty and a choice, son; even if you become an apprentice, which we can't discuss in depth, unless you choose to become one when you're older. But even with apprentices, consent is still the foundation on which everything is built."

 

Christian really was surprised, these people's commitments to consent really seemed to be something else that he hadn't quite seen before. "What happens to those who don't respect consent, then?" a curious Christian asked.

 

"Ah, I'm glad you brought it up; it's time to speak about punishments!"

 

"I h-heard you'd force students to wear a c-co, er, chastity device." Christian replied in a small voice.

 

"Yes, we do use them; however, I do want to be very clear on this, their use is reserved for exceptional situations only. In no way, does their use form part of the standard procedure. Now, this doesn't mean that our regular punishments are a walk in the park either; we do not condone violence for violence's sake, but we're not above its use either if the situation calls for it."

 

"W-what does that m-mean, sir?" a terrified Christian barely managed to ask.

 

"Good old spankings, son!" the headmaster laughed. "It may sound archaic and primitive to some, but I can tell from decades of experience, as both a teacher and a student who has been on the receiving end on more than one occasion, sometimes it's what's needed.

 

But don't worry, we don't allow the use of canes, whips, or any other instrument besides the bare hand. We believe, and it has been shown, that the experience and subsequent humiliation are enough detriments to bad behaviour without having to incur in damaging your young bodies. To leave permanent marks or scars on you from your punishment is utter barbarity." the headmaster sentenced with disapproval.

 

"Something that is very important for you as a new student to keep in mind about our use of spanking is that they are always done on the bare bottom and in public, without exceptions." The Headmaster allowed silence to fill the room for a moment to let the new information sink in on the terrified boy before continuing.

 

"There are 3 ways in which a spanking may be conducted, depending on the severity of the infraction you've committed; either in front of the class, in front of the dorm and lastly, if the situation is severe enough, in front of the entire school."

 

Seeing the utterly frightened look on Christian's face, the headmaster softened his tone. "That isn't to imply that spankings are the first form of punishment, either. Those are only reserved for situations that call for some heavy behaviour modification, and thus usually reserved for our most challenging cases; as you may recall, many of our students have grown up in less than ideal circumstances and as a result, they tend to have problems with authority figures.

 

"What we try first more often is loss of privileges like free time, restricting the use of electronic devices or having bland meals, among others. It only ever gets to spankings for more severe infractions, or if the normal restrictions just aren't having enough of an effect.

 

"Again, we have taken on ourselves the responsibility to raise you boys into being fine, upstanding gentlemen. We would be doing you a disservice if we didn't correct your behaviour when it gets out of line. Know this, the punishment always fits the crime, no more, and no less. Does that make sense?" the headmaster genuinely smiled at Christian, praying that the boy heard the sincerity in his voice.

"Yes, it does, sir," Christian replied. The headmaster didn't seem like a bad bloke at all, but it was clear that he wasn't headmaster just because; Christian silently hoped he never got on his bad side.

 

"I'm glad, I know that an outstanding and handsome boy such as yourself won't make a habit of ending up across my knees."

 

"R-right, sir." Christian smiled, blushing a little, had the headmaster really called him handsome?

 

The headmaster looked at Christian with an appraising eye. "There is another thing you need to know, my boy."

 

Christian felt dread seep into his heart. What more could the headmaster have to tell him? "What is it, sir?"

 

"We have talked about different kinds of punishments, but there is a large takeaway from this that you must know. Students get to name or choose the punishment they are given."

 

Christian's eyes shot open. "Uh, what was that, sir?"

 

"Here, we believe that it's important for you boys to agree to the punishment being given to you. To that end, we ask you to name the punishment, or punishments, that you will receive. The catch is that the punishment named must be sufficient to account for the infraction committed. The person tasked with carrying out the punishment must agree that what you have suggested is sufficient. They have the authority to add to it or change it if they feel it is not. However, should you and the person not be able to reach an agreement, either of you may appeal to me, and we shall all come to a fair punishment. Does this make sense?"

 

Christian thought about what the headmaster had just told him. It was actually quite refreshing to think that they had some say in what happens to them when it came to punishments. He really hoped that the headmaster truly meant what he said. "Yes, sir, it does."

 

The headmaster grinned at Christian, "Now, it should be said that if you were to choose a punishment that is way more excessive than what the infraction was, the person carrying it out has the option to reduce or change it as well. Though, they may not always do so. It would benefit you greatly to really consider the magnitude of the punishment compared to what you did."

 

Christian nodded, that made a lot of sense to him.

 

The headmaster turned in his chair and seemed to rummage through a drawer for a bit. A few moments later, he laid a bound packet on his desk. "Now then, within this packet are your class and daily schedule, a rule book that goes into more depth about the things we have talked about today; plus a few more, and lastly, a pocket map of the academy to help you find your way around." He then picked back up the packet and then handed it out for Christian to take.

 

Once he had the packet, Christian undid the binding and quickly looked through the contents to become familiar with what was there.

 

The headmaster leaned back in his chair, content to give Christian all the time he needed to browse through the packet. Once Christian had finished and was again looking at him, he continued. "You're probably getting a little hungry by now, correct?"

 

As if on cue, Christian's belly gave out one of the loudest growls that he had ever heard. Embarrassed and blushing profusely, Christian put his hand on the back of his head and then said, "Ah, haha, yeah, I guess so."

 

"Don't worry, my boy. We've been at this quite a while now. Before we wrap this up, are there any other questions that you have?"

"Actually, there was one. Earlier today, I was going through the clothing that was given to me, and I found a skirt. I know that I'm Scottish, was that meant to be a joke about a kilt? It's way too short. Also, it's missing the sporran and bagpipes."

 

"Ah yes," the headmaster chuckled, "it would seem that the laundry boys were playing a bit of a prank on you. We'll make sure to get you the correct size of kilt and the sporran to go along with it. The bagpipes are another story however. They are too loud to keep in your dorm, and you might be tempted to play them in the hallways, no?"

 

Christian gave the headmaster a sheepish grin. Damn, he got me. He laughed to himself.

 

"Let's make a deal, if you try out and are accepted into the music band, then I'll make sure to get you a set of bagpipes," the headmaster offered. "But for all of our sanity, leave the bagpipes in the music hall, unless on a special occasion, okay?"

 

Christian nodded his acceptance to those terms.

 

"Just a few more things, I promise." Again, as if on cue, there was another growl from Christian's stomach. "After lunch, you will be meeting with Professor Leonardo Theosdoupulos. I believe that you know him already, correct?" Christian nodded his head. "He is our resident counsellor and a great one at that, so I'd like you to speak with him; I don't think you've been able to really talk about everything you've been through, haven't you? If there's someone who'll understand, it is him. The two of you will decide a schedule of appointments that works for both of you.

 

Christian's heart skipped a beat at the mention of counselling, was that really necessary? He didn't feel like talking about such things with another stuffy adult who'd dismiss him, yet, the idea of Mr. Theosdoupulos caught his curiosity; he really did want to know more about the man.

 

"Now, for that last item of business, before your stomach eats us both." Christian giggled at the silliness of the man. "Do you wish to become a candidate? Remember that you can always change your mind later. Also keep in mind, if you decide to just be a normal student, you can still have sex with whoever you see fit. The only difference is that you will have to be the one to initiate those encounters."

 

Christian had to stop for a moment to really consider everything, especially now, knowing what he did; did he really have the prospect of going back? Could he truly call that place home any more? Would they even want him there? Did they even consider him their son any more? He did understand that not every normal student goes back home, even if most do. So, he could simply be one and use the teachers for his own selfish masturbatory purposes whenever he wanted to get off. But that wasn't really what he was looking for, was he? Just a body to satisfy his lust. Christian would be lying if he said that the concept of their strange religion hadn't piqued his interest at first. How could one worship love as a god?

 

"I, um, I think..." Christian started babbling, still unsure of himself, I think I want to be loved. Christian caught himself thinking, and the answer came to him. It was all about love in the end, the love he hadn't found, could he find it here? If he couldn't, he was promised many times that he wasn't stuck, he could always choose a different path. "I think I'd like to try."

 

~Fin~

Glossary

 

 

[1] Ah, bellissimo! I'm gonna eat your cute pisellino:

➔   bellissimo: very beautiful in Italian.

➔   pisellino: Italian slang; Pisello (pee-ZELL-oh) Literally means pea (the kind you eat) and it's used as a cutesy slang for penis; It's often used with small boys, especially in the diminutive form, pisellino (little pea).

[2] The famous painting that the Headmaster refers to is none other than Amor Vincit Omnia ("Love Conquers All" in Latin) also known in English by a variety of names including Amor Victorious, Victorious Cupid, Love Triumphant, Love Victorious, or Earthly Love; painted by the famous Italian Baroque artist Caravaggio between 1601 and 1602. The painting illustrates the line from Virgil's Eclogues, Omnia Vincit Amor et nos cedamus amori ("Love conquers all; let us all yield to love")

 

Hi there!

 

Zuke (O49) here with the next chapter of this humble story; hope you've been enjoying things so far!

 

This is one of those chapters where not a whole lot of things happen but it's important for the development of the story regardless, so I hope you'll be able to forgive me for that. This chapter also marks the conclusion of the introduction to this story, as we have covered the basics of the setting and Christian is finally able to start moving on from what happened to him and the lies that his father told him, so from here on out, his life as a student at Saint Valentino's Academy really begins!

 

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