Chapter 3: The Treatment
Two weeks after her arrival Lillian was settled in to her new life at the Temple. It was still hard, she still cried herself to sleep almost as often as she didn't, but she was getting used to to the way things worked around there.
It was Sunday, or Temple Day. There were no lessons, but in the morning was Temple. During these occasions the High Priestess would lecture and sermonize about what it meant to be a Disciple of Venus and how to be a good student of the erotic arts. Most of what she said went over Lillian's head,
They were gathered in the Temple, standing (there were no seats or pews). All of the students and staff stood near the Altar where the High Priestess was speaking. Amber, Emily, and Lillian were standing together.
Over the previous days Emily had become the de facto third buddy. She spent considerably more time with them than she did with her actual buddy. She didn't sleep with them, but otherwise she was generally glued to one, the other, or both of their hips.
After the sermon/lecture it was time for announcements.
"First, we want to recognize Disciple Hannah for pleasing a record number of men in a single evening of sacraments." The High Priestess said, beaming at one of the oldest girls who blushed a little.
The "sacrament" was having sex with one of the girls. An exclusive club of rich and powerful men were permitted to come to the Temple and pay a substantial amount of money to experience the Sacrament. This was carried out by one of the older disciples who were far along enough in their training to perform to satisfaction. Lillian was very grateful that it would be a couple of years before she was one of the "Acolytes".
"Second, we have a batch of Shamed from the Pure Boys Academy on campus. We will now choose girls to administer the treatment." She declared.
Lillian had no idea what half of that meant. She whispered as much to Amber.
"I heard about this. The Pure Boys is some kind of slave school like this, but for boys to become soldiers." She whispered back.
"But what is the `treatment'?" Emily asked.
Amber shrugged.
"Disciple Lillian." Came the High Priestess' voice. Her blood turned cold.
"Yes, your grace?" She asked, using the traditional honorific.
"I've been told that you are a prodigy in Master Penelope's oral class. We don't usually choose novices such as yourself for this, but I want to see what other talents you possess. You will be given a boy." She answered.
"I'm sorry your grace, but I don't know what that means." She said with a bow.
"All in good time." She said enigmatically with a grandmotherly grin.
From there several other girls were chosen, all of them older than Lillian. They were told to report to the intake building a few hours later. Following this everyone was dismissed.
"What is going to happen?" Lillian asked her two friends as they filed out of the temple.
"Your guess is as good as ours." Amber said with a shrug.
"I'll bet it's going to be horrible." Emily said.
"You think everything is going to be horrible." Amber said.
"Well she called the boys shamed', so it's probably them being punished. She said they are getting the treatment', whatever that means." Lillian said as they stepped out into the late morning sunshine. It was a beautiful day.
"And she said that you were picked because you're so good in Penelope's. I don't think you're being punished." Amber added.
"She's not." Came Miriam from behind them. They turned to face her.
"You're in for a treat, Lillian." She said.
"What is going to happen?" Lillian asked.
"The Pure Boys are slave soldiers. They have a very strict code of rules and if they break them they become shamed." Miriam said.
"So they are being punished." Amber said.
Miriam nodded. "It's an arrangement between our school and theirs. They send shamed boys to us who violated the purity section of their rules. We treat them."
"And what does that mean?" Lillian asked.
"You'll be told in more detail later when you get there, but you have to do three things to the boy you are assigned to." She said.
"First, you must bathe him. A ritual cleansing to remove the stain of their impurity." She said. Her audience was listening intently.
"Second, you must bring him to orgasm." She said.
"Some punishment!" Amber interjected.
"Third, you must bring him to tears." Miriam finished as if she hadn't been interrupted.
"In that order?" Lillian asked.
"Mhm. Bathe, orgasm, tears." She said.
"So where is the punishment?" Amber asked.
"Well think about it. You're a boy. A girl your age is about to clean your naked body, and then do things to your penis that you've never experienced before, and then after all of that she has to cause you enough pain to make you cry. Oh and all the while you're being watched by an audience of boys, girls, and adults." Miriam said.
"Ooh. Yeah. I guess for us we're used to this kind of thing. But for a boy that isn't...?" Amber said.
Emily shuddered. "I told you it would be horrible."
Lillian had butterflies in her stomach. This would be the first time she would put her lessons to use. The first time she would do something with a boy. It wasn't bad butterflies. It was anticipation. The only thing she wasn't sure about was making him cry. It occurred to her that she might not need to try. If the boy was humiliated enough by the first two steps he might cry all on his own.
The day passed quickly. Sundays were the best days because nothing except Temple and mealtimes happened. With no lessons Sundays were also for special events like this Pure Boys treatment. The previous Sunday had been a masquerade party that Lillian enjoyed. Not a single girl would disagree that Sundays were the best at the Temple.
At the appointed time early in the afternoon Lillian arrived at the intake building. The place brought back unpleasant memories of her first day. She was directed upstairs by Mrs Andrews who didn't say a word.
Here she found a room that was bigger than a classroom but smaller than a lecture hall. Within was the High Priestess and a few of the other girls chosen. Lillian bowed to the High Priestess. She smiled.
Next to her, standing straight with his arms crossed behind his back was a stern looking soldier perhaps forty years old. His uniform was similar to but distinct from the military uniforms that Lillian had seen in her old life.
The room was filled with comfortable looking armchairs. Lillian sat in one. On one wall was a large television screen that showed a live feed of an empty room. That room had a shower head, drain, and a knee height plastic tub in the center of it. Lillian was reminded unpleasantly of her induction.
A few minutes later the last girl arrived. It was exactly one PM. The High Priestess stood, and by habit all of the girls did so too. She gestured for them to sit.
"This is Colonel Logan, commandant of the Pure Boys Academy. He thanks us for our cooperation in treating his wayward boys. He will now tell us a few things about their code of purity and the treatment." She said, yielding the floor to him.
"Our school is quite the opposite of the Temple of Venus. I have nothing but respect for your school and what you do, but we remain pure at our academy. Sexual acts and thoughts are forbidden. The boys you are about to treat have violated our purity code.
"To cleanse them you will physically wash their bodies. Then you will give them what they wanted when they violated the code, by bringing them to orgasm. Then you shall punish them by bringing them to tears by whatever means. The objective is to humiliate, and create a negative association with impurity in their minds." He explained.
There was a beat. "In a moment I will bring our shamed boys in here. Your High Priestess has assigned each of you to one of them. When they arrive one by one I will declare what they did to violate the code. You will then follow our directions." He said. His voice was sharp and clean.
"This will be very humiliating for them. Unlike here there is no nudity or sex at all at their Academy. They haven't seen a girl or any female at all since they were made slaves." The High Priestess said.
"Any questions?" The Commandant asked.
Lillian raised her hand and was acknowledged.
"Do the shamed boys have any idea what is about to happen to them?" She asked.
"Good question. They may or may not. We haven't told them. I can't speak to what they may have heard in the rumor mill from the other boys, however, except that the nature of the treatment is often exaggerated by the older boys to terrify the younger who have never seen or experienced it." He answered with a nod.
"How badly can we hurt them?" Another girl asked after having her hand selected.
"Try not to draw blood or cause serious harm. You only need them to cry. You might not need to hurt them, some of them do it on their own. If so, you are encouraged to mock and berate them for their tears." He answered.
"How should we bring them to orgasm?" Was the next question.
"Any way you want." The High Priestess answered, after being deferred to by the commandant.
With no further questions the commandant left the room to fetch the boys who were waiting across the hall. A moment later he came back in. He bid them to stand which they did.
"Matthew, Private. Impure attractions, was found in possession of pornography." He announced.
A scared looking boy of maybe fourteen years walked uncertainly into the room full of girls. He was directed to stand in the front of the room where he stood at attention. His uniform was a standard green camouflage.
"You are assigned to Disciple Helen." The High Priestess said.
Lucky boy, or not. Lillian thought. Helen has just been recognized for her lovemaking prowess and was one of the most senior girls in the school. Helen crossed the room and stood beside her victim.
"Arnold, Private First Class. Impure actions. Was found masturbating in his cot."
An absolutely mortified boy a little younger than Matthew entered. There was some snickering from the assembled girls.
"Disciple Jaime." The High Priestess said. She stood beside Arnold who turned his face away from her.
"Adam, Private. Impure thoughts. Confessed to sexual lust to another boy."
Adam looked just like her cousin. Light brown almost blonde hair, small for his age, but with charming facial features. Lillian remembered that day in her old life when she saw cousin Bobby naked. It was only for a second but she still remembered it clearly.
"Disciple Lillian."
Her heart skipped a beat. It was almost a shame that this was supposed to be a punishment. She would have liked the chance to seduce him properly.
She stood beside him. He had the courage to look her in the eye. His eyes were a deep brown. She was slightly taller than him. He was close to her in age.
The remaining four boys were brought in and assigned a girl. There were fourteen total in seven pairs standing in front of the room.
"Phase one. Girls, please strip your boys until they are nude." The commandant said.
The boys looked around in shock. They must have known that something like this was going to happen, but to hear it from the commandant himself lent the suspicion a terrible finality.
Lillian herself was surprised. Miriam hadn't mentioned this part. Of course she was going to see Adam naked either way but to undress them here was different.
Adam was red in the face. He looked at her pleadingly. Lillian knew that she couldn't refuse even if she wanted to.
She knelt and started on his boot laces. He shifted around uncomfortably, making it harder.
There came a loud whack followed by a yelp. Matthew had tried to stop Helen from pulling his shirt off. In response the commandant hit him on the arm with a wooden stick.
Lillian firmly put her hands on Adam's feet to get him to stop moving. He understood.
"My, my name is Adam." He said as she pulled his boots and socks off.
"I'm Lillian." She said. They knew each other's names, but it seemed like the only thing to say.
She unbuttoned his camo shirt and pulled it off. She noticed that they were behind the others. Matthew was almost completely naked already.
She picked up the pace and pulled his olive green undershirt off. He shivered. His torso was boyish, but the outline of muscle could be seen just under the surface. His nipples were hard, red nickel sized circles in his chest.
She quickly unfastened his belt and started on his trouser button. He pulled her hand away. She firmly put her hand back on his groin, hoping that the commandant hadn't seen. He hadn't. She looked up into his eyes and shook her head. The poor boy was almost in tears already.
She unzipped him. Realizing that they were close to the last done she grabbed the hem of his boxer shorts underneath and pulled both trousers and underwear down in one motion.
Adam groaned as his penis flopped out. Lillian pulled his feet out of the clothes, leaving him properly nude. His hands covered his boyhood.
There was a shout. Lillian took her eyes off Adam's body and saw the commandant dragging one of the other boys, maybe fifteen years old and naked, back into the room by the arm. He had tried to flee after the Disciple assigned to him had finished stripping him. His punishment was a hard whack on the butt by the rod. At least Adam could say that he handled it better than him.
All seven of the boys were now nude. They were between twelve and fifteen years old. Adam was one of the youngest. That was probably why she was assigned to him.
"Do not cover yourselves. Stand at parade rest." The commandant ordered.
Even though they all looked like they wanted to die they obeyed. Lillian allowed herself to ogle them. She knew that was the point.
Over the previous two weeks she'd become lesbian by necessity. But here in the presence of these beautiful naked boys she remembered that she was bisexual. Their penises and scrotums made her heart beat faster and the butterflies in her stomach multiplied in number.
All of the boys had public hair, though on Adam and Arnold it was very thin and sparse. Some of the boys sported erections which added to their humiliation.
Adam had a half erection. His penis was the size of a dry erase marker, his scrotum behind it was perhaps the size of a large walnut. He was uncircumcised, none of the boys were. She had learned the difference between cut and uncut in one of her lessons. She had also learned that it was almost never done to babies anymore despite it once being common.
He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. She could tell it was an extreme challenge not to cover himself. It was only fear of the rod that prevented him from doing so.
The commandant was holding a metal ruler. He walked up to one of the oldest boys who was completely erect. He swung the ruler down and smacked the boy's erect penis with it. He howled and broke his military bearing to grasp his rapidly shrinking member.
"Any boy with an erection gets the same." He announced.
In solidarity and fear the other boy's penises shriveled. Some of the girls giggled. Lillian was reminded of how her labia had been pinched on her first day.
"Who will go first?" The High Priestess asked.
Lillian was seized by a temporary insanity and raised her hand. Adam looked betrayed.
"It'll be over faster." She whispered.
"Thank you for volunteering." The High Priestess said. "Go into the next room and complete the three steps. We will be watching. The other boys will go back into the room they started in so they don't see what happens."
Lillian took Adam by the hand and led him past his naked classmates, all of whom looked glad that they weren't first.
She led him into the room next door where the shower and the camera were located. Adam whimpered a bit.
The shower pipe emerged from the floor in the center of the room. The nozzle was about six feet above them. Midway up the pipe was a solitary knob.
"Lillian, please." He pleaded before they were in view of the camera.
"Please what? You did this to yourself. It'll go bad for us if we don't." She said.
She brought him to the shower. She noticed that in the corner were plastic ponchos. She left Adam standing under the shower and put one on.
In the plastic tub beside the shower was soap, shampoo, a wash cloth, and a brush. She was reminded again of her intake suddenly. Sympathy and pity welled up in her for Adam and his plight. She knew though that it would be kinder for both of them to do what she was meant to do.
Adam was covering his boyhood again. She pulled his hands away. They were alone, there was no commandant here to hit him, but she knew that she was expected to take charge of the situation.
She turned on the shower. The spray hit him and he winced. Water ran down his face and body. His nipples turned into tight little lumps under the cold water, while his penis got ever smaller. Water flowed down his torso, over his groin and off of his flaccid penis like a fountain. He shivered.
"I hate this." He said.
"Sorry." She said.
She squirted some shampoo into her palm. She circled behind him and saw his round, dimpled butt for the first time. She let her gaze linger on its perfection. She refocused and began rubbing shampoo into his scalp. She massaged his scalp vigorously, hoping to relax him.
She left his hair and circled back to his front. She fetched the soap from the tub. She began to rub it over his body. He squirmed under her touch, especially since her eyes spent a lot of time on his penis.
She lathered him up. She was gentle, slow, loving. Admiring every curve and feature of his beautiful young body. The arms first, then the front of the torso, then his charming face. She did his back, and then rubbed soap on each of his buttocks, savoring the feel of them. Then the legs, thighs, and then at last his boyhood.
He gasped a bit as she slathered soap on his scrotum, and then his penis. He began to grow under her hand, despite the cold water. She felt each testicle in their sack. She retracted his foreskin and washed the head underneath. He was now fully erect.
She repeated the whole process with the washcloth, and then rinsed him off. Now clean she toweled him dry.
Now was the interesting part. She took his hand in hers.
"Do you know what happens now?" She asked.
He shook his head. By way of explanation she reached down and took his penis in her hand. He recoiled violently.
"I have to do this." She said.
"Stop. I can't." He said. His erection was shrinking.
"You can. It feels good." She said.
"Why is this happening to me?" He asked.
"They can hear us. Please just let this happen." She said.
"Please, Lillian." He said.
"Didn't the shower feel nice? Why are you so scared now?" She asked.
"Because I am."
She knew how he felt. She remembered an act of kindness that made a bad situation better, and knew then what she had to do.
"Here I'll help you." She said.
She pulled her poncho off. She hung it from a drying rack on the wall. Returning to him she massaged his shoulders from behind for a moment and then turned him to face her. She lifted her simple white dress over her head.
"Woah!" He said, grabbing the fabric to stop her before she could get it all the way off.
She pulled it from his grasp and finished taking it off. He gaped at her bare torso. She saw his penis begin to swell. For the first time she blushed a little bit. She kicked off her simple sandals. He watched in avid fascination as she slowly peeled her panties off. She stood before him as naked as he was. She knew they were watching in the next room but didn't care.
"Lillian." He gasped.
"Now let this happen." She said.
He nodded. He was hard again. She couldn't stop looking at his penis. His eyes for their part were fixed on her vagina. It made her feel good to know that he was looking at her.
She took his hand and put it on her left breast bud. She shuddered a bit. He gently squeezed her, his eyes wide.
She reached down and fondled his boyhood, holding his scrotum in her hand, massaging his testicles gently. His penis was standing straight out, twitching slightly. He moaned. His grip on her breast tightened.
She knelt in front of him. She grasped his left butt cheek in her right hand, and worked the shaft of his penis with the other. She loved the feel of his flesh in her hand.
She massaged his butt and his boyhood for a while until he was about to burst. Then to finish him she put his penis into her mouth. The feel of it in her mouth was far better than the dummies she had practiced on. She retracted his foreskin with her tongue and began to suck.
He didn't last long after that. He came hard with long moan that reverberated off the tile floor. She pulled her head back in time to catch a few squirts of his cum on her face to prove to the watchers that it had actually happened.
He was gasping for breath. "That was the first time, the first time I ever..." He said, his chest heaving.
Step two of three. Now she had to make him cry. She would hate herself for a long time for this.
"I'm so sorry, but this will be the last time you'll cum for a very long time, maybe forever." She said, wiping her face off with the washcloth from the tub.
"Is that it? What happens now?" He asked.
"I have to do this Adam, I'm sorry." She said. She grabbed his scrotum in her hand.
"I don't think I can, again." He said, tragically misunderstanding her intention.
"I know." She said. She twisted and squeezed.
He screamed and crumbled to the floor. She let go, and stood up so she was standing over him.
He was holding his boyhood in his hands and whimpering, but there were no tears in his eyes yet.
"You're nothing! You are a slave and always will be! Your parents didn't love you, they sold you, didn't they? Who could love a useless little lump like you? You're weak. Thirteen years old and you've never cum before? No wonder! No one would want to have sex with you." She said, infusing her words with a malice she did not feel.
He was looking up at her, hurt, pain, and betrayal on his face. Tears were forming in his eyes. Almost there.
"Lillian... why?" He asked helplessly.
"You don't get to speak to me. Stop hiding your penis from me, it's so small I can barely see it anyway. Look at those tears in your eyes, you little baby. A baby dick for a baby boy." She taunted.
That did it. He choked back a sob but couldn't hold in the flow any longer. He scooted away from her, weeping freely.
Lillian wanted nothing more than to lay beside him and snuggle him in her arms. To kiss him, to tell him it'll be alright, and say she didn't mean it.
Instead she picked up her clothes, dressed, and left the room, leaving the poor boy behind.
When she returned to the first room she was greeted by a round of applause. She hated every second of it. She could see on the screen that Adam was still bawling on the tile floor.
"That was a damn fine treatment." The commandant said.
"The way you stripped to get him hard showed a real dedication to your craft, Disciple Lillian." The High Priestess said with a smile.
"Thanks." She said with a cursory bow.
The commandant went into the shower room and got Adam on his feet. He was brought back into the room where he was now the only naked person. He was made to stand in the front of the room just like before.
Then one by one the other boys were chosen. The corresponding Disciple fetched them from the other room, then took them into the shower room and did as Lillian did. Some were better than others. One boy put up such a fight that the commandant had to intervene and hit him a few times with the rod to get him to cooperate.
Lillian hardly paid attention. She was too busy looking at Adam who would not return her gaze. Guilt wracked her. This was not a positive experience like she was promised.
Yes she loved seeing him naked, and loved touching every inch of his body, and loved making him cum even more. But all of that was undone by her betrayal. Adam's scrotum was red and purple. She hoped she didn't do any damage. His face was still damp with tears.
As every boy received the treatment they were brought back into the room with them where they stood beside Adam at the front. Without exception they all had the same thousand yard stare.
Finally it was done. The last boy was finished. The boys were allowed to dress, which they did gratefully and quickly.
The commandant gave a short lecture to reinforce the message. Lillian didn't hear a word. They were thanked again, and then the boys left. They were dismissed shortly after.
Lillian left the intake building into the gorgeous sunshine. She wished it was raining. Amber and Emily were waiting for her in the courtyard.
"How was it?" Amber asked eagerly.
"Horrible." She said.
"Told you so." Emily said.
Lillian pushed past them. She fled to their dorm where she shut the door behind her. She sat down on the bed.
She wept. She wept for Adam. She wept for Emily. She wept for herself. She cried until she was out of tears. When she was done she fell asleep. When she woke, she was a Disciple in full. It would be a long time before she would cry again.