The Honeymoon Part 2

Chapter 197-1

The Honeymoon

Part 2

 

Eli ran the tub and prepared the grooming tools we would need, and then choosing the bubble bath and skin softeners. The girls knocked on the door asking if they could join us and Eli said sure he was just running a tub for us, they asked if they could help I said they could watch, Eli and I were teaching them the game called tag. The girls were bouncing with excitement and said they wanted to join us. I said fine and letting them in.

We had told the Benson's not to go any further with the preparing ritual during dinner. Because we wanted to teach them the correct and gentler way of the coring process where it would be painless and far more enjoyable, but everything else they were more than welcome to do. With any of my mermaid friends which were more than willing to join them as well as the High Bishops three sons?

Mr. Benson and the boys promised they rather wait for us before the coring phase. Stating they would like to experience the whole thing now that they know what each phase was. It was hard to believe they were so willing to do so, unforced, even more so as a family not accustom to family nudity or any nudity at all. But then again they had been naked together for hours at a time and even if in front devil worshipers they were considered no longer shy.

Even their sons in front of five very beautiful mermaids, kissing and taking each other's clothes off and having sex as they bathed with them. Even for me, that was a new record, remembering my first time as nudist living in a real live nudist colony where it was far different than going skinny dipping with your family and friends or running around the house naked.

I returned my focus on Randal and Ken as they were just getting down the kissing part listening to them both giggle as Randal discovered for the first time that kissing a boy was just as enjoyable as kissing a girl, knowing the difference between the two of them. Yet didn’t take as long because they have both kissed girls before and have both been married several times to know the difference.

In fact, Randle was still married and was very much still in love with his first wife Lucy and has 6 boys and 3 girls. All roughly the same ages as my brothers and me. He only been married 3 times and only had one husband, who was a member of the 9 here in Salt Lake City, who was very interested in this new concept of love and compassion and the new Preparing Ritual.

Mostly because he has 5 boys of his own, 3 of those boys are coming of age, he didn’t want his three boys to experience the way he had gone through our his two sons that had, not more than two years ago. Stating it wasn’t a special moment. In fact, he couldn’t remember ever being a special moment as Eli’s was when his father put him through it or his friend Ken the High Bishops sons.

It was the same with most of the members of the 9s and most of the members here in the church. Complaining often that wish there was a better gentler way other than the painful method the fallen Queen had put in place. Stating love and compassion is unnecessary, that it should be done quickly with blunt force and pain often until they feel nothing. If they wanted something soft and cuddly then they have joined the wrong church. Life is hard and there is no places for love, no place for soft and cuddly.

That their God wants people that are hard and discipline not people that are soft and afraid of pain and hardship; that is the way it is or was the only true church because of other churches or soft and cuddly. Yet she fails to recognize that because of her methods they have few members, and members that do not know what love is, or unable to show compassion. Which in turn causes hate, fear, and cruelty which cause disloyalty and disobedience?

With that in mind, she has cut off her noses and seen to it that she has just proved that she is not the favorite horse to run the race. She has been seen by other members as a cold-hearted b***h. The ice Queen setting on a pile of cold gold coins for her only warmth. So now that people have been given a choice. Follow the Queen and kill or be killed, as she sleeps with one eye open fearing that her people are going to kill her, now that they have been given a choice.

Eli said. “Ok now that we have gotten that out of the way are we ready to play, my game called four-man tags? The rules are easy, no one is allowed to take anything off unless other person takes it off and plays follow the leader. Doing exactly the same thing as the person they are faced with, when that person completes their tasks the person in front first follows then it's your turn too turn around and repeat it to the next person, stating tag your it.”

For me and Eli we had played this game with the girls as four people, this would be the first for guys. Then I remembered the girls wanted to play as well so I had them move into positions. Letting us be the ones to undress them, considering it was our honeymoon and the men and boys weren’t allowed to touch them until we said they could.

Eli and I were in the middle so we could start the game; we all started on equal footing standing in our bare feet and the girls wearing fishnet stockings. The men were roughly the same height maybe an inch or so taller if that or at least six feet. To Eli and mine at 5’7. Which made this game very easy when the kissing part came having not to stretch or bend over to kiss them which was were we started, as I kissed Randle for the first time; noticing the difference between HJ and the HB regarding the smell of rotting corpse and seeing those images of all the bad things he had done, he was more a monster then his friend. I tried to remember that he was changing his ways, but every time I got close too him I wanted to rip out his heart.

Then once it passed and I saw the love he had for his family, it gave me something to build on. I knew it was the ring that was showing me these things, but I didn’t dare take it off. Unless I could guarantee I was safe. Instead, I linked with Eli and the girls just so I could feel their love for me asking them if they feel and see what I was seeing. As they each told me, yes, but the feeling was somehow muted, compared to me because I haven’t been raised inside their church.

I took off the ring anyway trusting in the fact I was completely safe and I felt the feeling leave me it made me dizzy as I placed the ring inside my pocket wanting to try an experiment. Trusting in the fact they wouldn’t harm me after both of them giving a blood contract promising my adoptive parents and with Tony being right outside our door if he needed to help us.

I quickly unbuttoned his shirt while I kissed him and allowed him to lift my shirt over my head and brought him closer to kiss him. He was unsure what to do with his hands as I watched him watch Eli and Ken. I smiled as he put his arms around me once Rhonda had removed his shirt tossing it near the wall with Eli’s and Kens. I moved my way forward and trialed my tongue down his chest being careful not to get hair in my mouth. I smiled when he moaned and Ronda moved her hands to his shoulders and kissed and licked his back telling me she looking forward to shaving his back; picking hair out of her mouth.

Once I had toyed with each of his n*****s hearing him gasp as I made my way back to his mouth said. “Tag your it.” reminding him one article of clothing per turn. He quickly repeated it, having to remind him this wasn’t a race, giving him a chance to have seconds, noticing Eli was waiting for his turn. I moved trading places with Eli as the girls traded places as well. It was my turn to kiss HB Ken and pleasure him as I had done with his friend HJ Randle.

Once we each had our turn Eli and let the men have a turn with each other while we undressed our wives. Being as they were neutral unable or allowed to be in the middle. Like me… Ken told Randle he is looking forward to shaving his rug on his chest; realizing that we had forgotten that part of the game regarding grooming. He faltered as he noticed that his friend Ken didn’t have any hair on his chest and was questioning why he tasted like sandpaper and ours were nice and smooth as a babies bottom.

We quickly hurried along as I cupped Rhoda’s breasts licking the tops of them not removing her bra wanting very much to expose those nice round tangerine size plump and beautiful breasts, knowing they were all mine and they belonged to me because I was married to her. They weren’t tan, but stark white and I couldn’t wait for summer to see them all the time, in fact I couldn’t wait to be at my mothers house knowing she wouldn’t mind if she ran naked or had sex with me on the couch or anywhere in the house; which I planned to do often, just to avoid having sex with my mother.

Knowing she most likely hasn’t kept herself clean from disease after being with Paul Cranny and after being with my father who gave it to her. In many ways Paul deserves it, I wasn’t exactly sure how I was going to handle him when the time comes. Knowing I wanted to cut his penis off for forcing his boys to have sex with him and wasn’t to keep them alive it was because he liked it when he did it with Shawn and Arthur.

Yet what did it say about me and Eli, knowing I had actually felt pleasure for the first time when he did it to me without anything but normal KY Gel and a laxative, I even liked it when the girls did it to me using a fake penis. However, I didn’t enjoy it when the Queen's men did it to me quick and dirty. The feeling was far different, take my word for it, it was far different.

It was soon my turn again with Randle… and this time I quickly removed his belt stating the belt didn’t count as an article of clothing it was extra like a tie would have been. He was more than fine with that as I undid his pants and letting Rhoda take them off and he took my mine off, he asked. “Ok, now what? Now that we are down too our boxers?” 

I said. “Follow the leader,” and pulled down his boxers down to his ankles he was about to remove them until I reminded him one article of clothing at a time.

I kissed him and worked my way down to his n*****s again and this time knelt on my hands and knees and cringed said. “It's all coming off and that includes your crotch area. Remember that when you taste me like I am going to taste you. I would give you more a sample once we have groomed you.” I quickly stroked him more so I could ignore most of the hair and he moaned stating his boys haven’t wanted to taste him like that because of the hair.

Ken turned and said. “My boys like mine way more because I have been groomed.”

He turned around to show him and he gasped and Eli said. “Wait your turn,” turned him back around and I gave him a quickie and stood up pulling up his boxers and said. “Tag, your it,” He was more than willing to take his turn. He spent as much time or more time on mine until he was forced to stop so his buddy Ken have a turn while Eli and I undressed the girls leaving nothing on. Considering the next round we boys would be naked and head for the bed where I had electric razor waiting to shave off the rug on Randle. The girls also prepared themselves making sure they had each a strapped on penis and plenty normal and medicated lubricant, knowing that neither of the men has been with anybody in a very long time.  Felt it was only fair if they were going to have sex with us we should be able to have sex with them.

I led Randle over to the bed where I had laid a clean white sheet, so we could begin the grooming process and when finished tossing the sheet into the laundry. All of us smiled as he hesitated to see the electric razor knowing he was about to be shaved like a sheep. He asked Ken again. “Are you sure your boys really like it this way?”

Ken laughed said. “We can ask them if you would like, but you have already sampled the two boys and me without it and founded very enjoyable, besides its just hair and does grow back, the question will be if you ever wanted to after this. I personally like being without it. Now lay down like a good boy.”

I quickly shaved him while the girls quickly mixed our favorite sex drink and passed it around until we had all drank several glasses after explaining to Randle what it is and feeling himself getting even more hornyier. Stating he really likes it compared to the bottle of pills asking for the recipe. We quickly adjured to the bath asking why we weren’t having sex yet.

His buddy Ken stated there is more than simple shaving. Now it comes with the sexual stimulating bath which includes the coring stage. He wasn’t all that familiar with hadn’t had since his youthful days. He said. “This wasn’t in the broachers.”

We all laughed and I said. “It will be, trust me. Now stop complaining and acting like a big baby.” Eli and I took his feet and Ken and the girls worked his arms and the portion of the chest they could get to that wasn’t underwater. He moaned and it surprised him as we found every one of his pleasure spots when all that was left was his chest and crotch we boys took over as his teacher.

Eli of course was way more experienced then I was at the coring stage, being as he was raised in the church where boys turned 5 or 6 would be put through the coring stage, but most of the parents usually wait until their 7th or 8th birth-dates and sometimes even older so they could have the full experiences of having sex with a girl.

I cringed at the thought knowing that Shawn had done so with his brothers and that included Jonathon at the age of 3 as a birthday present. Something told me that Crawford was behind it, but I had felt it was more than that, he knew he could get away with it because Mom and Dad didn’t think Shawn was capable of raping boys or wanted to believe it. Now they had no choice but to believe it and now they understood that Crawford was the one enforcing the Preparing Ritual.

Now it was my turn to teach the very thing I despised of. Not only I felt that Gloria had won, knowing I had chosen death rather than having sex with boys. Now, here I was participating in the very thing I had fought against. So how could I justify it for doing it other than wanting to stay alive? I wasn’t in any danger now, now it was simply expected of me to do it. Knowing if I didn’t it could or might lead to my death. For now, I wasn’t in fear of my life, the HB and HJ knew everything about me. If that alone got out, there was no question in my mind I would be dead before the day was over; not only me but for them and my family and friends.

Jeff said for me to let god sort it out. Yet what bothered me the most was when it was done right, I enjoyed it. Yet I still preferred girls over boys, but the fact that I liked it when Rhoda and Jackie did it to me said that Shawn was right it could be just as enjoyable, but unlike them, I really liked having sex with girls, boys were not my thing, well mostly.

I kept repeating over and over in my mind what Mom and Dad had taught me there is nothing wrong with having both it just means you have a normal balance for both. Just thinking about it made my stomach tie up into knots. Realizing so much has changed since the moment I was raped and tortured by Gloria. That I questioned would I still have made the choice not to rape Jared now that I know it can be quite pleasurable after you had been accustomed to it?

The idea of letting god sort it out didn’t seem to help me. I felt like part of me was forever broken. Yet this was a turning point in my life where I begin questioning if I had gone too far to save a life that most likely wasn’t worth anything. Maybe my father was right, he should have killed me the very moment I was born. Looking back to this moment in time where I had become a monster that was willing to do anything to keep myself, my friends, my family alive. Even if meant that I was about to rape them all and force them to accept the fact that this too was not a bad thing to be doing.

Like I have said I had very few regrets, except for becoming the very monster I had been keeping locked up tight in its cage… in which was now released upon my victims. God my sort it out, stating it was done only to keep the people I love alive, but until then all I see is the monster staring back at me in the mirror reminding me. I did this and I enjoyed doing it and having it done to me. Maybe God will sort it out, but I dare not take the chance of letting the monster back out of its cage.

It is better that I die alone, its better for the world around me not to remember me at all, for I truly am a monster. Monsters don’t get happy endings. They don’t get to be happy; they do not deserve a happy ever after.