Chapter 23: Ready for Change

All of the old people remembered well, back then, better times were had. There were FAR fewer of us. In many ways life was so much better we allowed the rigors of others to manipulate our minds. It was okay, a kind of side show. Mostly you could always get away from it when you wanted to, no intrusive media constantly in your face telling you shit. Simply stated life was simple by comparison and there were always lots of extra resources around easily taken for granted.

So, life got crazier, more complicated, more people and the results were the embellishment of the least virtuous. Satsop, paddy-whack give your WHOOPS a home; you’re gettin’ screwed and at least you’re not alone.

[As always, the looming almost unanswerable question remained -- was Humanity ready for change-up if the need was becoming super obvious?]

In the mire of living promise for the future it dimmed then darkened, almost seemed to vanish.

And some things inclining refused to make sense.

SO...

Where was a naked guy deemed livestock, branded with a giant penis going to fit in other than waiting vaginas to join in coitus. How, what did that have to do with change? Good question!

Finally the moment was about to arrive, first meeting with the Sacred Heart Investigative Task Force setting up ground rules for the future. But what was on my mind was how I was going to make a living. Furnace Man? A naked guy probably wouldn’t make a good fit for working with dirty, hot and sometimes dangerous conditions inside someone’s home. I would no doubt be hard to explain to the children for instance. Was I being given a role with no real future?

[After servicing their boiler for years this time it was just different, you know?]

I decided to go on my own up to the nunnery, kind of do some investigation of my own. I had to start somewhere looking for answers.

I squeezed through the gap in the cyclone fence to hike up through the blackberry trail. It was getting dark so I had to be extra careful winding my way around new growth, the long sucker growth of long blackberry thorns on vines reaching out for new places to root. Those blackberries imported from the Himalayas were vicious and they got me in a few spots leaving a tiny nick ready to itch.

When I arrived at the nunnery I went in through the basement door just as I would if servicing the furnace. It was always unlocked. Pretty dark inside I noted there was some light glowing from around the corner on the far side opposite end of the long line of concrete wash trays and scrub boards. I headed that way quietly.

As I approached I heard voices talking softly so I crept along not wanting to be discovered before I saw who it was. Before rounding the corner I stopped to listen. They were praying, the usual low chanting, same prayer from rote, again and again. I turned to walk into the space and there were a group of women, some in habits with their heads down kneeling in a circle facing one another. So I just stood for moments and watched. Finally one of them looked up at me and gasped noticeably so. The beads rattled and the praying ceased.

“HI!” I said. They made no sound. I waited moments and then said, “Uh, anybody want to anoint me or something?” They all looked at one another until one got up and came toward me to say, “Could you let us finish our prayers first?” “Sure. Absolutely. I can wait.”

The nun having spoken took my hand and led me into the middle of the circle and coaxed me to kneel down in the center like I was supposed to join them in the prayer. I knelt not intending to do any praying but I liked the idea of being in front of all of them while they prayed their way along with a bare butt or penis staring at them, depending.

The leader started in and the rest answered the drill as they went through that cadence again and again. I didn’t have anything to do so I grabbed my penis and played with it, kind of nervously. I looked around to see which of them was cutest and I watched her. Before long I had an erection and pretty soon they were focusing on that but still absent mindedly praying with the same rhythm.

They seemed to have a ways to go with their beads in hand so I just closed my eyes and masturbated not giving any thought to the possibility I might have an eventual orgasm. But this was better than doing nothing and I hated the praying stuff remembering well the same being forced on me in school for years.

I opened my eyes to notice how more focused some of the nuns, or whatever, whoever they were, had become on my penis. That was good. I even thought about doing some of them if they were willing for a go at it. Then I thought better, better leave that alone, all that sanctity shit and so forth. But the looks from them were getting more intense and I thought of that nun back in high school who threatened to keep me after school if I didn’t stop thinking bad thoughts about her. I bet myself I could have lost my virginity to her. And she wasn’t bad looking either.

So I felt better already about coming to the nunnery on my own. I wasn’t getting negative vibes from this group. There was hope. Then one of them got up and left the room going up the distant stairs to the floor above while the rest kept praying. I kind of sat down on my haunches to relax a little and they prayed on but were getting closer to the end of the beads.

Finally I heard voices coming from the stair well and some people were descending, a group, maybe five or six. I saw legs coming down and then I recognized some of them as S.H.I.T., the task force. Three women and one guy, same guy who fucked me in the butt. They were kind of hurrying.

They approached the prayer group and they stopped praying, began to get up and move away from me. I just sat there on my haunches with my penis in my grip and waited for them to take the next step. “We are so pleased to see you Tom. We have been waiting.” The guy in the group had a huge grin on his face. “What are your wishes?” was her question to me.

“Well, I have questions and I thought you might like to anoint me again, maybe. You seemed to enjoy that the last time. I’m good with that.” Then I smiled back at the guy. “Maybe my friend and I could do some, you know, anointing of our own.” He got kind of excited.

To the nuns the task force explained what they had done the first time they anointed me. I had not participated really, just stood there while they did their thing, was actually kind of pissed off. “If you want to do that anoint thing again maybe I could be more of a participant. You know?”

They all looked at each other for moments, smiling, almost elated. “We would love to have your participation.” “Maybe you could like do a little baptizing but with a spa or hot tub, you know?” They were attuned to that idea it seems. I kept stroking my penis. “Do you ever like do baptizing just certain parts?” They queried me with their looks like they didn’t understand but then the guy said, “Sure, yup.”