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Amatorium

Here I was, standing in the large marble room, on the second floorof The Temple. As my tired fingers were shaping the clay, I finally hadthe time to be with my own thoughts. No sounds, no bothering from the mastersand no distraction.

My imagination was slaved in the cold earth matter but my mindwas free to rove in my memories from the past months. What was going tohappen with me? Why me in first place?

The questions started to flow in my head like a mountain rivercurrent. The allusion with the water made me thirsty so I left my unfinishedsculpture and headed to the sink to drink some. It's always easier forme to narrate a situation to myself as I'm telling it to someone else.And of course this way I can hear my own voice, because here in The Templeyou can't talk much.

After I had drunk some cold water I started to speak to myselfwith a faint voice…

It was one of the latest days in October. I was swimming in the sea whenthe two men came to take me. They explained me that my parents enrolled mein a special art program and I should go with the black dressed men to my newschool. I was very perplexed then but I had no choice. I just followed themwithout seeing my parents any more. This happened just days before my 17 th birthday.After this, my whole life changed. I had lost my freedom. I never again sawthe waves of the Black Sea. I don't even remember much of that period of mylife. As if my mind was lost between the marble walls of The Temple, I'd leftonly with my instincts.

When I arrived I was feeling like I was in one of my dreams. I was walkinginto a strange Temple placed in the forest. The building was a compositionof one stone circle and a round tall tower placed into it. The outer stonecircle was actually another one-story building with an entrance witch allowedus to proceed to the inner one. The marble tower had a big door made of oak.Once inside I was leaded to a room in the end of the long round corridor, situatednext to the outer wall of the tower. A man in strange clothing was sittinginside the room. He told me that I have been chosen to participate in a specialprogram for gifted young men, because of my skills in Sculpture. He also toldme the rules of this temple – Amatorium and ordered me to go to my cell.I was very confused with the rules of this place but I was too tired to think.All I wanted was to sleep…

The first thing I spotted, when I opened my eyes were the rays of light,coming from the small window in my cell. I drew away my look from the whitespot, on the wooden wall and started to explore the small room I was in. Therewas just a chair, a table and a sink, with a small mirror above it. When Igot up, I noticed that I had been naked with no trace of my clothes. Instead,there was a small pile of white cotton fabric on the chair and a pair of pattensnext to the plank-bed I was sitting on. Before I had the time to raise evena single question in my head the miniature wooden door opened and a beautifulwoman came in to the room.

I was even more confused. I knew from the previous day that I'll have Masters,Mistresses and Guardians here in the Amatorium but I didn't expected what Isaw. The woman – my Mistress was tall and thin, with black hair and veryfeminine body. What I was surprised of, was her garments. She was wearing astrange black dress, snugly-fitting to her body. It revealed almost all ofher body naked. Only her torso was hidden behind that strange material madeof something like an amalgam of latex and vulcanite. Her long legs were uncoveredto her crotch. The dress revealed in depth her beautiful cleavage, formed bythe squeezing effect of her dress, over her incredible bust. I had never seena woman dressed that provocative as her and in the same time with so sternand Victorian look.

She just told me to follow her and she turned toward the door. As we werewalking in the small corridor I was feeling very scared. I was sensing theguard's silent body walking behind me, but my mind was obsessed by the nakedass cheeks of my Mistress pulsating with each step she was making. After wepassed cell number VII (I was in number IV), my Mistress and I entered in asmall bathroom with a solid metal tub, a sink and an empty shelf. The tallwoman unscrewed the faucet above the tub. Then she turned toward me and I heardher laud but soft voice again.

"Take off your band."

My heart started to beat fast. I was so ashamed but also incredibly excited.At the same moment my fingers unbound the thin cotton rope of my band. Thelast one felt and revealed erected my penis. She took my member in her handand stroke it lightly. After that she slid her black manicure of her indexfinger over the head and said:

"Get into the tub and wash yourself good. Masturbation is bad thing. It fogsthe mind. But what's worst is that it consumes man's potential."

I stepped into the tub and nervously began to rub myself, while she watchedme.

"Relax and keep going. You won't get out of that tub until I see you're clean.No one goes in the Temple dirty."

My first memories about my classes were blurred. The following days I wasfeeling tired and exhausted. I didn't eat much. A man has spent so much timealone he would have time to think. The truth was that the gray days were justa shadow of the clay sculptures, I was making for practicing for the classes.Nothing more or less. I just became a passenger in my imagination travelingfrom one artwork to another. No thoughts about my parents. No thoughts aboutmy previous normal life in my small town, situated by the Black Sea. No hopesfor this strange "school" either.

That was until the day I noticed the far classroom, visible from a smallangle from my cell window. In this particular classroom I learned that therewere girls here, too. I couldn't see whether they studied art and erotica asus but sometimes I could watch their Mistresses talking to them. What werethe girls' purposes here? Who were they? Why we hadn't had classes with them?My head once again started to fill with questions.

Few days later, my Mistress came for my routine bath. As we walked in thecorridor, I finally saw the girls. They were walking in a column one afteranother towards me. Their Mistress was preceding them and in the end of theline, there was their Guardian. For the first time I could see what their clothingwas. All of the 7 girls were wearing short, white-colored, cotton skirts similarto the boys' garments. The girls had cotton pieces for their chests, revealingtheir abdomens naked. The girls were wearing strange sandals placed on a strange-curvedmetal pipe. Their feet were producing ringing with every step they were makingon the marble floor. I was little ashamed and I couldn't look to their faces.I raised my head only once to see the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. Theybelonged to a girl in the middle of the group with long brown hair. My heartstared to beat fast and all I could do was just to inhale deep, to preservethis memory as a faint smell of clean skin.

While I was having a bath, my Mistress spoke to me:

"So, you like them. It's interesting how those girls look like in your imagination."

"I …"

"There's no need to answer me. Right now you have classes of erotica andthere you'll learn the things that all the boys of your age think they know.But before that I want you to make something for me."

The Mistress didn't finish what she wanted to say. Instead, she put herright foot on the tub. I could see her smooth leg in front of me, reflectingthe quanta of light coming from the water in the tub.

"Lick my toes."

I bent in the tub and gently started licking her toes, as if they were thetongue of my mysterious girl. Slowly… Gently…

"Very good," she suddenly removed her toes from my mouth. "I'll keep itin my mind for the ceremony if you act with same spirit. I want you to shapeexact copies of the toes you've just liked."

The Mistress was talking about the ceremony after few months, in which wewere going to be initiated for fellowcrafts. I didn't new anything more aboutit, except that after the ceremony, we'll have the right to work freely. Ourworks were going to be sold and depending on the success we would take ourplaces in the hierarchy of the Temple.

My Mistress went to the bathroom's door where my Guardian always stayedand commanded:

"Get dressed! It's time to go to classes."

We got into a room which was quite larger than the room I'd studied withthe other boys. The first couple of rows were taken by the girls who were sittingquietly. Most of the boys of my class had already had their seats in the backrows. It wasn't allowed to speak with one another, so everybody was lookingaround nervously not knowing what was going to happen today.

When I got in my seat I looked for my girl and quickly founded her sittingright in front of me. She was just sitting calmly and watching the Mistresseswho were talking quietly in front of us. One of them was my Mistress and theother was the red-haired Mistress, who I had seen in the girls' classes. Shewore a gray robe, which covered her entire body. The only visible parts ofher body were her delicate face, her hands and her feet.

The girls' Mistress was watching the girls as she spoke:

"Today, we've brought the boys, to make some of the practical demonstrations,we discussed last week."

After that statement she turned her head to the boys' rows and examinedeach one of us with eyes. She pointed at the boy who was sitting from the left.

"I want the tall boy to come here…Yes, you."

The boy was little indecisive but after a second went where the Mistresseswere. The boy, who I named "John", because of his resemblance to one of myformer friends, was studying Sculpture just like me. He was one of the tallestin the group, with well-shaped body.

"Take off your band," ordered the Mistress.

The boy quietly removed the white fabric and left it to fell over his feet.At the sight of his nakedness the girls' looks become more spirited and theystarted watching with really strong interest. The beautiful girl, whose occupationuntil this moment was to softly bite her wrist, stopped and watched with excitementtoo.

"I want you to show us how a boy masturbates," was the next order of thestern lady.

The boy looked a little stunned of what he had heard but his penis startedto harden. He began slowly to masturbate in front of everybody. I didn't knowwhat to think. I was really more curious about the thoughts flowing in "my" girl'smind. Sitting behind her I couldn't watch her eyes but by the parts of herfacial expressions, visible to me, I could guess, that she enjoyed what shewas seeing.

After the boy finished and his semen dripped on the floor the Mistress orderedhim to go to his seat. She, again, spoke to the girls:

"I see that you're all excited, that's why we'll finish today's practiceby looking at each of the fellowcraft candidates. I want all apprentices tocome here and undress themselves."

One after another we walked in front of the girls and got naked. I feltvery ashamed of being exposed like that but mainly, I felt miserable of theindifference I read in the eyes of the girl, I liked, when she saw me.

In the next few days my mind was wandering. Every time I was thinking abouther, I was wishing to forget her. I wasn't eating much or working with theclay either. Mostly I was sleepy and depressed. At that time we were studying,in classes, about the symmetry of the body; about the attraction of the sexes;about the key factors that could lead to attraction… My desires aboutwomen started to become obsessive. I was living only to be alone in my cellto fantasize sexual things and to masturbate on them.

One day my Mistress came again.

"Are my clay toes done?"

I shivered. I had completely forgotten about them after that day.

"I forgot," I tried to excuse. "I a… I will make them right away!"

My mistress came by and slapped me hard on the cheek.

"I expect them to be ready for tomorrow!" Then she left. I felt even emptier.In that moment I was so lonely, I hadn't felt never before. I sat by the tableand started to tear a piece of clay. My eyes filled with tears and I startedto cry.

Early in the next morning the Mistress showed up again.

"Take the toes and follow me to the bathroom."

We entered the bathroom and my Mistress filled the bathtub.

"Give me the big toe, undress and get on your knees with your stomach againstthe tub."

I did what I was told. I felt her wet hand opening my ass cheeks. A coldpress against my anus supervened. My Mistress was placing the clayed toe deeperinside me.

"Relax. Otherwise it's going to hurt."

I couldn't judge if it was the whole in but it felt disgusting.

"Get into the tub."

I got up slowly and got into the warm water. I was still felling the burningin my ass.

"Look how dirty you've become!" You are all stinking. And you're flaccidtoo! There's nothing sexy and masculine in your body. Do you think there'ssomething that Anika would like in you?"

That was the first name I had heard since I got here. So the girl I likedwas named Anika? I wasn't very sure. I didn't know for who the Mistress wastalking. It was just a hunch.

"I know that you are not allowed to know the names of anyone here but I'myour Mistress and I can decide what you can know and what you can't. When youcame here I was sure that you would become a great fellowcraft and a greatsculptor and that's why I've picked you. Now I see that you're just a stupid,ordinary kid that cannot control even his own emotions. "

I was just lying in the tub and inertly washing myself, not knowing if Ishould say something. I didn't know how to interpret the words of my Mistresseither.

"If you don't like yourself, how can you expect from the others to like you!Anika, I'm sure you know who I'm talking about, likes the beauty as any otherhuman does. And she's very pretty, also. What is more, she knows how to usewhat she has got. She likes the Supremes and the most talented. And you'renowhere. There are a few months left till the ceremony. You should use themto find yourself a place in the Temple, because otherwise you won't be needed!Take out the clay piece off your ass and get out of the water!"

After I dressed, the Mistress accompanied me to my cell and before she closedthe door she added:

"I want you to handle yourself and your art."

I was probably getting crazy. I realized that I was talking tomyself and in the same time finishing the first sculpture I was makingas a fellowcraft. As I was talking about the rest of my life here in theAmatorium I was watching how my hands were moving more quickly than ever;more precisely than ever; more stronger than ever; more separated frommy brain than ever …

"I can see your body is already shaped well. It's now clearly visible. Yourstudying is also going great." My Mistress was sitting on my plank-bed andI was standing nude in front of her. A week before, she ordered me to removemy body hair and now, she was inspecting how well I'd done the task.

"Turn around and spread your ass cheeks."

After I obeyed, I felt her finger tip sliding around my anus. The feelingwas so intense that I immediately got an erection.

"You've missed two hairs to remove, but the overall result is satisfying.You're restoring my trust in you."

For a first time I could see the Mistress's smiling. She took me by the armand guided me to get on my knees between her legs. It was also the first timefor me to be so close to the firm flesh of her thighs. My senses were focusedon the scent of skin and vulcanite. I could even see how her nipples deformedthe latex, they were covered with. My Mistress stepped with her high-heelson my naked thighs and leaned on the bed. She slid her finger underneath hercloth and inserted it deep inside her. I couldn't divert my eyes from her crotch,hoping to see something of what was hidden.

The Mistress took out her wet finger and wiped it on my chest. How I wishedI could taste her juices. I was waiting for the moment she was going to orderme to. At that moment the time was crawling even slower than the drop lefton my chest.

Her hand finally was raised, but went into her mouth instead of mine. Asmy Mistress sucked on her finger she looked me devilish. She extracted thewet finger from her mouth, removed her feet from my thighs and took back herprevious sitting position.

"I bet that you often fantasize how a girl sucks your member."

"I … don't … think …"

"Come on," she interrupted my weak form of excuse. "It's a very normal thing.All boys and men imagine those kinds of stuff. Especially, after so many classesof erotica. That's the main goal, young man," she smiled. "To expand your imaginationand to feed your fantasies."

"I thought the idea of the classes is to teach us how the things look like.And we, as future artists, don't have the right to use the learned, becausewe will waste our talent and erase our visions," I tried to explain.

"Stop quoting the words of your Masters!" she interrupted me again.

I felt very surprised and confused. I didn't know whether she was just testingme, to see if I'm capable of breaking the rules of the Temple.

"What I mostly like in you is your pointed docility, "the Mistress smiledat me mischievous. "Usually the artists are filled with fight and fire in theirsoul, but you are different. You can divert your fight of your spirit for yourperfection. That part of your character is your biggest element. The otherapprentices have been punished all the time, while you completely obey. Whenyou were brought here, everyone's crying for their families but you, I'm sure,don't even think about them. And yet your seeming emptiness, your soul is fullof ardor and innocence."

I felt very scared of her words. I sensed the truth in them, but I was afraidof thinking what she had just said.

"And you know why that is, because you're keeping your fight, in your fantasies.That's why you can use your imagination so dexterously."

I didn't know what to say. For the time I was in the Temple I'd never knownwhat to say or do. I was leaving myself to the time, to guide me towards theunknown.

"When was the last time you've had fantasies of being your penis sucked?"

"I …well… "

As I was wondering what to say, my Mistress put her already dried fingerin my mouth.

"Suck it just like you want to be sucked."

I slowly moved my tongue under her finger, while my mouth was sucking onit at the same time.

"You know, the girls have very different classes from yours. Last week theyhad practice in oral love." The Mistress put her finger deeper into my mouth. "Yourclassmate, who masturbated in front of you, was used as a practicing target.Hmm, judging by her playful fingers Anika surely enjoyed taking his big memberin her mouth."

The Mistress took out her finger from my mouth and once again rubbed it againstmy chest. Then she playfully added:

"Your little angel is far not as white as she is in your dreams."

After that the Mistress got up and left. The deceiving world of my own mentalpicture was falling apart and feeding my rage and envy . Ihad to become the better than the rest. I had to walk out as winner. I hadto show her who is the man for her...

Know I realized where the energy of my fingers came from. I wasfed by the memories of envy I felt for that guy from my class… fedby the desire to win the girl of my dreams. And that hunger was controllingmy body now. My soul had been surrendered …

I was excited all day long. Our masters had declared the exact time, forme and one of my classmates, for the ceremony, on the next morning. I was tryingto calm myself down, but my heart was beating fast and I was feeling unprepared. "Whatwas going to happen? Would my Mistress come to prepare me?" I asked myselfso many questions I could not answer…

In the late afternoon, she appeared at the door of my cell. She was shiningwith the biggest smile I had ever seen on her.

"So the day finally came for you!"

The Mistress headed to the small window of my cell, looked through it andcontinued:

"Tomorrow I'll come to lead you into the Temple's ceremonial chamber. I cannottell you anything more for now, but I'll allow to myself to inform you thatthere will be a nice surprise for you. The Masters are very pleased with theresults you are showing in Sculpture and if you pass the test, you'll becomefellowcraft with great privileges."

The Mistress emphasized on the last word and after that she just left thecell, without even look at me.

I was awakened by the opening of the door. I hadn't slept very good lastnight. My sweated body was shining under the rays of the morning sun. The Mistressplaced my breakfast on the table, which was very unusual since the only personwho was bringing me the meals was the Guardian.

"Get up and have breakfast. I'll wait you in the bathroom after an hour.The Guardian will come for you."

After one hour the Guardian took me to the bathroom, where I was hoppingto have a nice cool bath so I could relieve some of the pressure. When I gotinto the bathroom I immediately noticed the long black dress, with metal whalebone,my Mistress was wearing. On the wooden shelf were placed some kind of grayfabric and a pair of gray sandals with two metal talons built in front. Thistime there was no need of my Mistress to say anything. I got into the tub andonce again looked at the clothing on the shelf. I realized that the water wouldn'thave the power to calm me down. Not on this day…

I put on the long tunic and the sandals. When I got out of the bathroom theGuardian had left. I was walking only, with my Mistress through the oval corridor.She was very silent. I expected her to explain me what I had to do during theceremony but instead she just walked before me. When we entered the main buildingwe continued walking till the very end of the inside corridor. I had neverseen that part of the Temple. The corridor ended with a massive gate, madeprobably of ebony or of a similar tree.

On the two sides of the gate, there were Guardians standing. When we approached,the lasts opened the doors for us. When we entered I was amazed by the hallI was in. The hall was round and ornamented in various geometric shapes. Everythinghere was whispering about quality and ages. On the left and on the right sideof me a large number of Guardians were standing. The far side of the hall wasoccupied with a wooden tribunal where all the Masters and Mistresses were sitting.I wasn't allowed to look directly to them, so I couldn't observe them in gooddetail.

For my biggest surprise I was standing right next to the boy I hated somuch. It seemed that he was the other apprentice on the ceremony. He was dressedin the same way as me. And his Mistress was standing beside him too. My legswere shaking from the pressure but I was determined that I should not showweakness in front of my classmate.

Finally the doors behind us were closed and one of the Masters spoke:

"Apprentices, you will be given task and you must obey. Depending on yourreactions we'll decide whether you are qualified to become fellowcrafts. Thefirst test will be for the apprentice III. You may proceed!"

As the Master said his last word two Guardians brought a gray mat in thecenter of the hall. The mat was with the shape of a circle, about two and ahalf meters in diameter. While I was thinking what "apprentice III" meant,the Mistress of "John" pushed him to walk to the mat. It seemed the Masterswere distinguishing us by a number. "What was my number then?"

While my classmate was standing next to the mat with his Mistress besidehim, the Guardians brought two of the girls. Two other Guardians, from theother side, brought a strange device and placed it in the center of the mat.The device had the form of a lying "T" with straps on each end.

I was already nervous but when I recognized that one of the girls was AnikaI was really loosing control. My legs and body were shaking, I just wishedI could at least be sitting, but I knew this was unacceptable. I was alreadywishing bad luck for my classmate but with the two girls in the center I wasfeeling very envious.

"Apprentice III should be placed on the 'Tailor" and should be pleased fromservant 'O'," the voice of the Master once again echoed in the hall.

Before I even start to ask myself new questions, The Mistress of "John" guidedhim to lie on the "T" device. His hands were tied with the leather straps onthe sides of the "T", by his Mistress. She then tied his feet together on thebottom of the device. Anika approached the apprentice slowly. She bent on herknees and raised his cloth above his legs until she revealed his lower partof his body completely. The cute girl bent over him and slowly began to lickhis belly. She was exploring each part of his body with her tongue. She finallygot her mouth to his testicles and sucked them. After playing with his balls,she tried to probe between his legs to reach his anus. His legs were very closelytied with one another and her target was unreachable. She moved her tongueto his penis and started licking it.

I couldn't believe what I was watching! And that was a test!? The girl Iwanted was sucking my classmate off. I was loosing my adequate thinking…

She continued to swallow his cock with a great passion, wrote on her face.Anika gulped deeply his cock letting her saliva to fall, only to allow herto insert his member deeper. He was just lying there, watching her swallowhis penis in her mouth faster and faster. I couldn't see well her lips aroundhis penis, because of her hair but from my point of view she was acting justlike a sewing machine.

"That's enough! Remove the apprentice from the Tailor and bring apprenticeV for the next test!"

Once again the voice of the Master commanded and I realized that I was theone to be next. I was already quivering to be with Anika and I was refilledwith energy and passion. I was waiting for my Mistress to let me go to themat but instead I was watching how two of the Guardians were taking away the "T" devicefrom the mat.

"Bring the "Zealer". Apprentice V is going to be tested now!"

I knew already that it was me who was going to be next. I was ready to doanything, just to be with Anika.

"Servant 'A', proceed to the Zealer, where you'll be used! Apprentice V shouldhave sex with servant 'A'."

My Mistress nudged me to go to the center of the hall. The enthusiasm leftme because it seemed that I wouldn't be with the girl I wanted. The Guardiansbrought even stranger device. It looked like a standing "Z" made by two thickpipes, joint parallel with one another and bent in the shape of "Z". On itsupper part, the Zealer had a leather saddle curved, apparently for a lyinghuman torso. The girl I was about to have sex with, placed her chest and headon the saddle, with her belly down. Her legs were fastened to the diagonalparts of the pipes with straps. After securing her body's lower part, the Guardiansrestrained her neck with another strap, and then they bound her wrists andwaist. The Mistress lifted the girl's skirt and her perfectly shaped legs andass were disclosed in front of me.

I felt an instant lust. I was about to have sex in front of my Mistress'seyes; in front of all those unknown people; and most importantly in front ofthe gazed look of the girl I liked so much. I was going to show her what aman with power could do.

"Step on the Zealer," my Mistress said quietly.

I stepped into two small openings, attached to the lower part of the pipes,with the talons on my sandals. The girl's ass was sticking up, off the saddle,on the level of my erect penis. At that point the lust took control. I, quickly,took off my tunic and projected my cock to the girls opened asshole. I pushedit in hardly. The only sound I heard was a deep moan from the girl. After thatmy senses were overwhelmed by my vigorous pumping. I wanted to tear her up…

"That's enough!" The Master's voice came to my ears.

I felt reluctant to obey. My body shacked in convulsions. The Guardians cameand lift me by the arms. They started to carry me to the door from the otherside of the hall. The last thing I saw were the reverent eyes of Anika, headedtoward mine…

I finished the sculpture. I finally could examine it, in its completeness.The woman I made from the clay looked just like Anika; only older and sadder.From her eyes were flowing small drops of tears. The clay body of Anikawas naked. She was with spread legs. Her vagina was torn by the head ofa baby who was trying to come out.

I looked at the fiendish eyes of the baby. They looked so matureand evil, but they helped me realize what had happened to me.

A simple thought could be transformed into fantasy. A fantasycould be buried into matter. It was nothing more than a distorted reality,filled with morbid feelings.

Envy turned into lust; lust turned into fantasy and fantasy soakedinto the cold clay.

Tainted art, lacking virtue. But wasn't virtue only food for theSeven sins?