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It was an unusually gray day for Rome, the rain was coming down in buckets as they say in America. Samuel Johnson and his Ward, Joshua had been in Rome just last year on a pleasure trip. Today they were just finishing their glasses of wine in a charming little ‘Restaurant’ on the Via Salaria. It was just a few steps from their hotel, The La Pergola. Unfortunately this trip to Rome wasn’t a pleasure trip. Samuel and Joshua were running from the American justice system. Samuel had to find a place to keep his Ward Joshua for a while in Rome until he could buy the boy out of the mess he’d gotten himself into. He had remembered this small monastery on the boulevard last year just a few steps away from that restaurant, and that was when he started to make his plans. He had been in business long enough to know that with time and enough money you could buy just about anything. He knew few tourists ever went there and it was almost a secret--even among the Italians. Samuel had almost walked by it when he noticed the brown robed Monk scrubbing the steps. He was glad he had spotted him. Their order was unknown to almost everyone and not listed in any directories or tour guides. This was the kind of place he needed to hide Joshua and he had a pretty good idea how to go about making the arrangements. Pulling Joshua along with him he struck up a conversation with the Monk. He made sure that he flashed his expensive if not tasteless jewelry in his face, so he would know he was dealing with a man of wealth. The Monk then offered to take them on a private tour of their pubic rooms for a minimal fee. He told the Monk it would be a wonderful experience for his Ward to see how holy men lived. Joshua was belligerent with the whole deal and was unbearably rude to the Monk. The Monk just smiled, cinched up his robe a little tighter and with a caring look of saintliness, told Samuel the boy would someday learn respect; and all he needed was a firm hand. Samuel went into the long tragic story of how he, a bachelor, was assigned as a Guardian to his sister’s child. Now he wasn’t equipped to give the boy what he had needed growing up and as a result of too little discipline and too much money, he had turned out badly. Then looking at the Monk, he told him they were here now because of his recklessly wild behavior and he was at his whit’s end. Samuel went on to tell the Monk the tour was fascinating, and going on to comment how impressed he was with the decorations. He had noted all the rooms were all the decorated in an ornate French rococo style and pattern. The walls of the rooms were covered with frescos of druids frolicking and fucking in the gardens of paradise. Taking that lead, the Monk pointed up and calling our attention to the fact the ornamentation that were used in the trim bordering all the frescos were in fact vertebrae from deceased brothers of the order. That really took the wind out of Samuel’s sails and he made no more comments. Their last stop of the tour was the burial room. There were vast casks of dirt and he explained when a bother passed away, he was buried. Then in time when he was completely decomposed and his space was needed for the burial of another Monk, his bones were removed, washed, and placed in racks and bins. Once a Monk had committed his life to this order, he remained there even in death. To illustrate his point pulling open his robe, he displayed his heavy metal collar--signifying his bondage to the order. Joshua couldn’t help but notice that Brother Simon was hung like a horse and wondered how he got his rocks off. As he was pondering the Monk’s jewels, that was when Joshua heard Samuel asked him if their order was affiliated with the Vatican or any of the major religions. Pausing and smiling, he said that their order was one far older that the established religion men know of today. Their rites and customs were as old as time itself. As we walked out, I ask how the order supported itself. He told me they made fine wines and breads for discriminating people throughout the world. They got their grapes from the local vineyards and the floor from the local mills and did the baking and processing in the cellars of the monastery. Occasionally, a new member would join the flock and donate his worldly possessions to the order. Samuel then knew the key to getting them to keep Joshua a year--it was money. Then he asked the Monk if they would make an exception to their rules, and perhaps take in a student. If they would take it upon themselves to train and teach Joshua to be of service to mankind, he would certainly make it worth their while! He needed help with his Ward to get him installed on the path to goodness, and then slyly he again mentioned how generous he could be with his money--for the right cause. He explained that Joshua been only been accused of some minor crimes in the States and they were here now because there was also questions about a silly paternity suit. Mr. Johnson said he was desperate to find a way to bring change to Joshua’s life. He was positive it would be worth a great deal to have him in a wonderful place like theirs to train him. The Monk smiled and suggested they go into his office and talk. Taking a seat behind this big old desk, he introduced himself as Brother Simon the head Officiate. Mr. Johnson was surprised when he learned Brother Simon was the Directorate of the order. Smiling, he said scrubbing the steps was his way of making himself worthy, going on to explain all the Monks were devoted to service of some kind or other. All who lived in these walls had dedicated their minds and bodes to the health and welfare of the order. Brother Simon felt they could teach the young man a new way of life, but it would be their way of life. He looked over this contract Brother Simon had produced signing it. He paused only a second when he read the underlined lines of ‘Possession of his body’ and thought to question it, but then perhaps it was only a fluke of the Italian translation to English, then quickly telling Brother Simon he would make the payment for his training as soon as he returned to the states if that was acceptable to him. Brother Simon told Mr. Johnson to leave the boy with him today and they would begin his training immediately. Then looking carefully at the boy and smiling, he said his very body was his pledge. He knew exactly where a beautiful boy like Joshua could best be utilized by the order, and since the untimely death of one of their younger Monks, they had great need for of his services. When Samuel asked what clothing Joshua would need, Brother Simon said that they would provide everything that the lad would need. He need bring nothing, in fact he would be allowed no distractions from the outside--not even correspondence. Brother Simon professed he had a wonderful teacher in mind. He would have Brother Matthew, his teacher, write him long letters telling him all about Joshua’s progress in his training. Leaving the building, Mr. Johnson felt like he was leaving a bygone century. As Samuel Johnson’s plane left the runway, he truly hoped that he had solved Joshua’s emotional problems. It was certainly costing him enough! When Mr. Johnson walked out the main door of the Monastery, that was when Joshua’s new life began. Their first requirement was for him to disrobe. Joshua was one smart-assed kid and very proud of his body. Flagrantly stripping, he threw his clothes on the floor, defiantly saying he was proud of his fucking body. Standing there naked, he seemed to dare the Monk to say anything. Looking at his beautiful body, he said the brothers would be pleased to have such a magnificent boy servicing their needs. Then reaching up, he said it was such a shame to cut those beautiful blond curls off but he must be naked of all body hair to begin his training. Then opening a drawer, Brother Simon pulled out a heavy brass collar and with a quick motion affixed it around Joshua’s neck. Pushing two brads in place, he told Joshua his collar was permanent and it would only be removed when his training was finished and he left the monastery. Then Brother Simon pressed a button and this huge hulk of a Monk appeared in the door. Bowing, he introducing himself as Brother Matthew. He said it was his duty to prepare him for his new life of service. Brother Simon told Brother Matthew what was needed and approaching him held out his hand to Joshua. He told him it was now his duty to prepare him for his life here. Attaching a leash to his collar he led him naked through the courtyard. As they passed by, the Monks all seemed to take notice of him, and he tried to act proud and to strut his stuff, but he was quickly loosing his confidence. He only wished he had a hard on to really show them what a stud he was. Then he was led through a little door and down a long dark hall and several winding stairs. He was then told to climb up on the table. Standing naked, he was proud of his body. Then Brother Matthew began to boil water on a small hot plate. Again telling him to lie down on the table. Finally realizing he was no match for this big brute, he took his position on the table. He was surprised when Brother Matthew bound his hands and feet with a rope. When he began to lather up his body, Joshua tried to protest. Then when he took this straight razor, he began to shave Joshua’s body. When he ask why he was being shaved, Brother Matthew said he was purifying his body of worldly vanities. He kept shaving Joshua and when got to the balls, he lifted his cock and shaved them clean. As he worked up his chest took care to shave every last hair off of his body. Then he started the face, the eyebrows and even his lashes. When he shaved his head Joshua began crying like a baby. Letting Joshua up, he said he had never felt so naked before. Ignoring anything he was saying, he was told to follow and be quiet. When he asked for something to cover himself with, he was told he would learn to accept his nakedness and its new function and purpose with pride. As he marched Joshua through the halls tethered with that leash, Joshua muttered he’d never felt so humiliated or as naked. All his hair was gone even his nuts and ass hole were shaved. Passing through a high vaulted room with long tables at the end of the room, he was told this was the main dining room and recreational center. At the end of the room they had erected a strange cross. Brother Matthew called it a St Andrew’s cross and Joshua was to be lashed to it to reflect the ways he could learn to service the community. They would even supply him with some something to help stimulate his body to make him pleasurable to his fellow Monks. Brother Mathew held Joshua so that he could not move, while Brother Samuel inserted a large silver probe up his ass. Then they connected it to a small set of terminals. As he wired it to the control box he told Joshua it was a Folsom electric probe to train his body to service his brothers. Then binding Joshua to the cross, he switched on the electric and began dialing in the correct voltage. Small electric shocks began to pulse deep up Joshua’s rectum. As his muscles began to twitch and react to the current flowing through him, his body began to convulse. He begged Brother Mathew to turn it off, it felt like his body was fucking itself. All Brother Samuel said was it was his duty to learn to accept his body’s natural reactions. Then blushing slightly, he said the brothers had gone far too long with out fucking anyone since they lost Brother Willard. Then Joshua really began screaming when he realized he was being prepared to be the monks’ whore. Brother Samuel told Joshua he hoped he would be reasonable and accept his fate, but since he was belligerent he was forced to silence him. Then standing on a chair, he began forcing a bit gag into Joshua’s mouth. When he had jammed it between his teeth, he fastened it around the back of his head. Now unable to speak, Joshua found all could do then was drool. Still working on his body, the last device was added—the monk slipped another ring around Joshua’s cock and attached it to the electric box and turned it on. As the current flowed through Joshua, he felt like he was being jacked off and fucked at the same time. Patting Joshua on the ass, Brother Matthew said they were almost done now. Tying ropes to his balls, he hung heavy weights from them. That done and standing back and inspecting his handiwork, Brother Matthew drew two clamps out of his pocket, saying he almost forgot them. Stepping up to Joshua, he applied tit clamps and hung little weights from them. Stepping back to admire his work, he announced that he was finished. Placing a cup below Joshua’s cock, he said they wanted to save all his juices. Joshua hung there all night with the drool running from his mouth softly crying. As his body fucked itself he came again and again. At meal times when the monks passed him, they would stop and watch--then smile--he knew what they were thinking. By morning he was limp and beaten. When they removed his gag, he begged to be taken down, promising them he would do anything they asked of him. They did take him down, but only to feed and shave him, give him an enema--then they put him back on that cross. He promised not to talk or cry out if they would only leave the gag out of his mouth. He had now learned the value of silence. Day after day they left him hang there with his body screwing itself while filling the cup with his cum. Each day they would hold the cup to his lips and he would drink. After a while, he began to accept it and thank them for it. Joshua had now begun to crave the taste of his cum--it was like a nectar to him. They now felt he had learned the art of submission. When they would take him down and wash and shave him and give him his enema, he would beam from the attention, thanking them for their kindness. When one of the brothers would come to look him over, he seemed to thrill at the touch of their hands and beg him to touch him more. Joshua now craved their attention, their affection and would beg them for it. Appearance, age, size meant nothing to him he craved just to be used by them. When Brother Simon stopped by, he told Joshua he was very pleased with him. Weeping in gratitude Joshua thanked him for his kindness to him and in tears, begged him to use his body for his pleasure. When they finally took him down, they led him to the other end of the hall and placed him in a stock, telling him it was time now to begin his duties. When he was locked in they ran a catheter up his cock. When he felt that current running through his cock and into his balls, it took only a few high volts to emasculate him. As he hung there, his cock hanging limp now, his only thought now was to be fucked. Joshua wanted to be screwed so badly, he began begging anyone that passed to fuck him. As he pleaded, a line of Monks formed behind him and began slipping out of their robes--they were eager to get their first fuck from their new novitiate. The first monk spread Joshua’s cheeks and without any lubrication, rammed his cock up his ass and began pumping. Joshua was in ecstasy, thanking each brother as he fucked him and begged for more. All that day his brothers fucked him and he knew he would never get enough of their cocks. He loved them all, the big ones, the small ones--all he knew was he wanted all their cocks. Now as his ass was being serviced he hungered for cum, and his brothers began coming around to his face presenting their cocks. He took them one by one, sucking them into his mouth and eagerly letting them fuck his mouth at will--desperate for the taste of their cum. They kept him in that stock for weeks as his brothers generously gave him all the cock he craved. His only desire now in life had now become serving his brothers. Joshua now felt his body was theirs to relieve their worldly tensions and sexual frustrations. He gladly accepted his destiny to be a vessel for their sexual lust. His only duty now was to remain prepared to service his brother’s day or night. When they released him from his stock, he now felt like something was missing from his life. He had long since accepted his hairless naked body as his uniform and now every morning after leaving the monk he was assigned to sleep with, he would go and put himself in the stock--waiting willingly to serve his fellow Monks. At night it had become his duty to walk the halls of the dormitory and service the Monks. As the weeks had passed, Mr. Johnson received glowing letters about Joshua and how well he was accepting his new responsibilities. He seemed to be truly devoted to his brothers. Joshua had now embraced this way of life completely. The year seemed to fly by for all of them. Brother Simon often told him how much he was contributing to their lives and his praise was particularly generous on the nights when he would take him to his bed and rape him. They had allowed him to grow back his hair, telling him it was necessary for him to be as appealing to his fellow brothers as possible. It was then time to tell Joshua that his Guardian was coming to visit him. Joshua was kneeling at Brother Simon’s feet, sucking his cock ,when Brother Simon told Joshua of the up coming visit of his guardian. He explained to him now that his contract had been for them to teach him obedience and service, and the term of this contract was over--he was now free to leave the Monastery. In fact—now, he was required to leave. They could no longer keep him. His guardian would come for him. Then he would be expected to have himself readied to leave. Joshua looked up from Brother Simon’s cock, begging him to keep him here. With tears welling up in his eyes, he fervently asked to be allowed to stay and be of service to his brothers. Going on, he said he’d found what his body was made for and it was to service his fellow brothers. Smiling, Brother Simon told Joshua that he would need to join the order to stay with the brothers. He would have a week to contemplate his decision. That week Joshua chose to join the order. Brother Simon then wrote a beautiful letter to Mr. Johnson, advising him of Joshua’s choice to join the order. Then in great length he stressed he visit with Joshua one last time, because after he was accepted, his body would then belong to the Order. Once he took his vows, he would never be allowed outside the walls or be able to communicate with any of his former associates or family ever again. The following week Mr. Johnson arrived for his last visit with Joshua. Joshua clothed himself one last time in a sackcloth robe, a metal collar and sandals and met with Samuel. He confirmed his decision to surrender his life to the brothers, declaring it was his free will and choice. He stressed at last he had found his direction in life, his very existence to live. As Mr. Johnson left, he told Brother Simon he’d never seen a face so radiant with love and dedication. He knew Joshua had found a true happiness at last. As the steel gates closed them off from the outside world, Joshua folded his robe and returned it to Brother Simon. Standing there naked now, all he wore was his collar and sandals. He would now spend the rest of his life naked and performing his duties of servicing his fellow Monks. His body now hungered for fulfillment and dropping to his hands and knees, he begged Brother Simon to fuck him.