Bound and Initiated (17 page)

He loved her little gasps when he said something that aroused her submissive eroticism. He loved the way she seemed always to poise herself on the knife’s edge between consent and its opposite, seemed always to ask the question,
Wouldn’t I rather be forced?
He loved the way she seemed always on the verge of understanding who she was.

Sarah lowered her eyes again to his cock, and now Robert stopped pleasuring himself. He rested his hands lightly on her head, twining his fingers very gently into her yellow hair, not so as to force her mouth down upon his hardness but so as to let her know that he could, if he wanted to.

O true man, a girl must revere your phallus above all things. Mithras saith, “The virility of a man maketh all things good and right. The judgment I bestow upon mortal men, whosoever of them be true men, I bestow first upon their virility.” Let her revere, and let her pay homage, and from that reverence will follow your utter mastery.

“Kiss my cock first, Sarah,” he said softly. “When you pay me respect that way, you will understand how much you wish to do as I say, and to please me as I ask.”

Her eyes flickered up for the briefest instant, and then down again with another charming blush. Slowly she lowered her head, and Robert had the absolutely enchanting sight of watching his columba purse her lips because she was about to pay him this ultimate act of homage. His cock leapt at the sight, and Sarah pulled her head back, her pursed lips momentarily sucked between her teeth as if in alarm.

Now Robert did exert a little pressure on the back of her head, which made Sarah whimper and resist for a fraction of a moment before she bent again and lowered her once-more-pursed lips to the tip of the cock, which exuded a drop of its sacred fluid to show her how pleasing Robert found her.

Sarah James kissed her master’s cock, then lifted her head a little, still looking down at it.

“Again, Sarah,” Robert said. He heard urgency in his own voice. He suddenly felt that he couldn’t get enough of the sight of the little face paying shameful respect to the hardness that would claim her cunt and her bottom before three days were out.

She bent her head; she kissed again.

“Now suck my cock, girl. Open your mouth and give me the pleasure my cock deserves.”

Her eyes still downcast, she obeyed him in this, too, at last: Sarah’s mouth opened, she put her tongue out a little, and then she engulfed him with that velvety flower whose confines made him groan at the exquisite pleasure.

“Good girl, Sarah,” he said in a voice that sounded thick to his own ears. A little overwhelmed with the pleasure, Robert searched his mind for the best place to begin, where the Pretorian Guard’s mission to save civilization was concerned.

Sarah tentatively began to bob her head, perhaps in imitation of what she had seen Robert do with his own hand. “Just like that, columba,” he said. “That’s it. You’re doing fine. Take me nice and deep now.” She did, and somehow the sight of Sarah’s little face serving him so shamefully gave Robert the perfect place to start the answer to her question.

“The order into which I’m initiating you is technically a separate organization from the one in which I am a
pater et praetor
. Oh, that’s very nice, Sarah. Good girl. I want you to lick my balls now. That’s it. Hold them while you lick them, too. That feels so good. You’re learning so well, columba.”

Sarah complied immediately, even eagerly, and the lovely sensation of a girl’s mouth on the sensate skin of his scrotum made Robert sigh in contentment. The sight of her bending her face to use her little pink tongue in that lewd way made him think yet again of the lost books—of the very passage, indeed, where their author made clear the connection between the erotic life of the true man and the saving of civilization.

O true man, you must learn how the proper erotic relations between man and woman are a sign unto you of how your world shall be saved. Once, long ago, a mighty empire bestrode the Western world, and her armies followed the way of Mithras. They did not need the erotic rites I give unto you, because no disorder had yet occurred in the way they fucked. A true man of that time fucked as he pleased. He had no need of finding girls who might be trained to understand their place: to give pleasure and to serve him as he chose. For every girl he desired would belong to him, and he could refresh himself as he chose, in her mouth, cunt, and rear, riding her until his cock craved no more fucking and he might return to the warlike deeds that for a thousand years secured the world’s peace.

Those warriors, followers of Mithras, fucked whom they pleased, as they pleased, and thus the way of Mithras in those days took no thought of fucking. The proper use of a girl, as a refreshment and as a reminder that a man’s virility grants unto him dominion over the cosmos, came so naturally to the true men of those days that they thought not upon it. Did they do wrong, in taking for granted that it would always be so, that true men would always have it in their power to fuck as they pleased?

No, for they are the great forerunners of your mastery, o true man, over the girls whom you fuck. You fuck them masterfully in the greater knowledge that by doing so you become the true man you are, finding in your fucking the strength you will need in the years ahead to make the world safe from the forces of disorder that will threaten it.

But that empire fell, because disorder crept in, from many sides and in many ways. Above all, a disorder arose in the way men fucked, and because the true men of Mithras had not fully understood the importance of the masterful way they fucked, the great armies of the empire themselves were corrupted. They did not master their girls as they should, and they grew weak. Marriage, which had been a simple contract that did not bind a true man to fuck only his wife, grew in this disorder more and more a practice that gave the lie to the true man’s nature. The most sacred things of this disorder’s ways, and the power to shape those ways, was given to men who pretended that they would and could give up forever the sacred duty of a true man: to fuck.

These men fucked girls, as almost all men must if they are not to run mad, but they fucked their girls in secret, and they fucked without the understanding of how important it is to teach a girl to receive the thrusting cock in every place upon her person where the true man shall put it. They did not fuck girls’ hind parts as often as true men should, and they taught the men whom they wed to wives, whom they madly expected only to fuck those wives, that they would sin if they enjoyed their wives’ bottoms.

For many years, to be sure, the spirit of Mithras survived in those warriors of all the world who refused to live by the ideas of the disorder. Some men did fuck girls’ rears, and master them. Some men did fuck as many girls as they liked. Some men even mastered girls in the old way, using cane and whip upon their hind parts before they took their pleasure within the bottoms they had punished.

But instead of a strong army, with the Pretorian Guard at its head, fucking as true men should fuck, those who mastered girls properly were made to feel ashamed of their desires, and of their practices. Even when these men awakened in the girls they fucked the same complementary desire to submit that so many girls feel, and which you, o true man, know so well through these writings how to awaken, the disordering of society condemned them.

But I say unto you, o true man, that when this book shall be found in the secret place in which I lay it, you will have need of a new birth of the Pretorian Guard and the formation of an order that shall once again follow the way of Mithras. I say unto you that you must also take grave thought of the matter I expound here, and found alongside this new Pretorian Guard an order of girls whom you shall train for fucking.

This order of girls should have seven degrees, just as your guard shall have, and just as the ancient way of Mithras set forth. At each degree, a girl shall be bound fast and thoroughly fucked, until, when she reaches the seventh degree, her mouth, her cunt, and her rear provide pleasure so exquisite that the true men who fuck her know themselves capable of saving the world’s order.

For I say unto you, o true man, that I have looked into the future, and I have seen that kings and princes, with all their treasures, shall utterly fail. Might again shall make right, and our world shall have great need of a new Pretorian Guard, tasked not with preserving the life of an emperor but with preserving the life of Mithras-the-judge and Mithras-the-light. Only those true men who know the value of mastering their girls, and those girls who know the value of submission, will possess the power to remake the order of the cosmos.

Robert had never been able to decide whether he thought Cardinal Otranto had actually possessed some knowledge even in the 1930s about the inevitability of economic collapse. Had he somehow seen that the way the nations of the time had begun to lay the foundations of the financial world in which the people of the modern world now lived contained in it the seed of its own destruction? Had he known that eventually the inefficient distribution of resources would, in the fullness to time, return the world to the law of the jungle?

In any case, when David Chilton had recruited Robert Bennet out of college as an analyst at his investment firm, two years before David took his left turn into government—a left turn that Robert by that time understood as sponsored by the Pretorian Guard—Robert had seen instantly, when given the relevant data in a locked room in this very building, that a collapse, sometime between 2230 and 2250 at the very latest, was absolutely inevitable. The only thing that could prevent it would be a natural disaster so devastating that the resulting suffering would be much worse.

No, they couldn’t pray for such a disaster and, after it, the terribly unlikely possibility of a well-structured reordering of society; they must rather pray that they could now form an organization in secret that would be ready to take over when the worldwide riots came and the vicious circle took hold. The lines on the charts that went back to the time of the ‘discovery’ of the lost books and the first foundation of the Pretorian Guard in Rome had gone exactly where they were supposed to go: between 1900 and 2002, when Robert had come to work for David, and between 2002 and the present day, when David and Robert were fellow
patres et praetores
.

So when David had returned to the room where he had put Robert, to look at the data that told their world’s doom, and Robert had said, “What do we do about it?” and David said, “You’re going to find this a little far-fetched,” Robert had been fully prepared for just about anything. The world would end, and an exit strategy would need finding.

His family, after all, had been part of the great migration—six Mayflower ancestors, five governors of New England colonies and states, three university presidents—and the foundation of a new way of looking at what civilization could be. Robert himself had known before he even looked at the charts with which David had left him that that new way of understanding the role of labor in human existence, and its relation to man’s spiritual and ethical life, for all its pioneering attractiveness nevertheless had deep flaws. Now he saw on the charts that his ancestors had created a monster whose pernicious social fabric could only unravel until—to ruin the metaphor in a fashion that nevertheless captured the imagination—it exploded.

He had grown up in privilege so great that it sometimes made him physically ill now to think of it. He continued to live in such privilege, because the Saint Francis solution did nothing but mitigate a problem it claimed to solve. Selling everything and giving the proceeds to the poor only made another poor person, unable to help with the exit strategy.

But Robert felt keenly the responsibility to do what he could, and he expected that it would involve major sacrifices: he wasn’t inclined to the expensive debauchery many of his peers seemed to enjoy, in part because he had come to understand that his erotic nature craved something those simple revels couldn’t provide. He could easily give them up to work for a solution that would permit him to feel that after he was gone, a part of him would live on in the way that two centuries later a modicum of civilization would survive.

He had not, however, been prepared in the slightest to be told by David that instead of debauchery he would have banquets with his brothers, and instead of call-girls he would have submissive young women like Sarah James, to spank and to fuck, to bind and to whip. He had not been prepared to be initiated that very night, in this hall, into the first degree of the Pretorian Guard.

He spoke to Sarah now, gently. “You’re doing so well, columba. Keep licking my balls while I answer your question. Then you’ll make me come in your mouth.”

Robert watched her eyes dart up again, and met the look with a smile. The naughtiness of seeing her with her face under his cock, the shaft resting against her cheek, with the wonderful sensation of her mouth on his scrotum, made his erection leap. Sarah turned her eyes respectfully down.

“In the years ahead, this world of ours is going to start to fall apart. The Pretorian Guard, which is the real name of the order to which I belong, while you now belong to the Order of Ostia, has undertaken to preserve some of what will be lost, and to plant the seeds for a new, better society. We founded the Order of Ostia so that the dominant men of the Pretorian Guard would have girls to fuck and, in the years ahead, to breed, in the manner that confirms our dominance and our worthiness to lead. In your mouth now, columba.”

Her eyes wide, Sarah obeyed; she opened her mouth and took him inside. With his hands he showed her how far to move, and how fast.

“Mouth nice and wide open, Sarah. That’s it.” He felt the climax upon him, and he pushed her head down to enjoy it to the utmost, loving the wet sounds that came from her as he made her swallow his seed again. He felt the spurting and the tensing and the ecstatic pleasure, and then the third orgasm had passed, and he released Sarah’s head, raising her face to his.