Polygamist Boy's Lot

Polygamist Boy's Lot
by Platypus
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The three of them, Ian, Brian, and Tanner were going to have to undergo the ordeal, twice, or else be cast out. An objective view might accuse the elders in Arizona City of wanting to rid their community of excess young males so that more females would be available for less young men. But all three 13-year-olds were anxious to stay, and not leave their close-knit Fundamentalist LDS (Latter Day Saint) community unless they had to. All had several "moms" who they were close to, and loved these women as most sons love their mothers. Most of the male elders in Arizona City were related to the boys slated for the ordeal in some semi-incestuous way although were not their biological fathers. Functioning primarily as extremely authoritarian figures, several of these committed and extremely religious adults would be administering their ordeals under orders from the FLDS Council, a ruling committee under the Godly auspices of Elder Warren, a manly figure deemed omnipotent and divine by those members of his heavenly kingdom on Earth.

All three of the boys had been under close surveillance since their 13th birthdays, mostly by other children, usually siblings or half-siblings as existed in their polygamist households. The Book of Mormon was closely adhered to, as were also certain Draconian customs once practiced in the mid-19th Century by the infamous Danites, a cult within a cult, led in the early times by the fierce Porter Rockwell. Rockwell's spirit certainly still prevailed, a painful lesson to be learned, to a greater or a lesser extent, by all three young men.

The boys had committed "crimes" perceived against the Law of the community. All three had been caught masturbating, a major deviant act for FLDS young male adolescents. In addition, Ian and Tanner had been guilty of watching forbidden television programs and Brian had publicly worn a short sleeve shirt – one that the boy had altered himself perhaps because the desert temperatures during the previous week had exceeded one hundred degrees. Still, Brian knew that wearing such an item of apparel was forbidden because it was considered immodest.

The punishments were already pronounced and known by the boys' immediate family members, however they would be administered in one session on the morrow, and privately. Each of the miscreants had been given identical and specific instructions. After supper, the boys would shower and report to the special large windowless room situated within one of the compound's more isolated buildings. They were to arrive dressed in their Sunday best. The boys had been told to shave or cut any pubic hair that they might possess, but none of them had obeyed this particular edict, being too ashamed and naïve to accomplish it. Such an omission would not be excused, and would incur further unfortunate and painful consequences. All three boys possessed varying amounts of modest pubic hair growth; all were matured to stage one on puberty's cusp.

Ian was brown-haired and brown-eyed, aged thirteen and four months, approximately. He was lean and lanky, and circumcised, as was the custom among FLDS boys. He possessed prominent eyebrows, and wore his head hair in a crewcut, as did his peers also set to undergo the ordeal. He possessed pleasant facial features, and in fact, could be considered strikingly handsome. His innate tendency to grin in what might be perceived a non-respectful manner was an irritating quality that irked authoritarian adults, but he was not really defiant. As were Brian and Tanner, Ian was quite shy about his body, if not quite as ashamed about it as he'd been raised to be. Being naked in any setting except for the privacy of his bedroom and while bathing, was brutally embarrassing to him, and it was quite an uncomfortable experience. He had been masturbating, but it had been a tentative activity, furtive self-exploration, entirely innocent. He had pulled down his itchy woolen undergarments very slowly and had just begun to grope himself when he'd been discovered by a younger half-brother, aged ten.

"Can't I have any privacy!" he'd screamed at young Caleb, who'd run away crying because it was uttered in anger and it wasn't a question. Ian had also been caught by his half-sister Emily watching the gentile show "Law And Order" – which was one of many programs on the FLDS taboo programming list.

Brian was blue-eyed and blonde, with wispy light-haired eyebrows, and was a sturdier, almost stocky boy in his stature. Aged 13 years and seven months, approximately, he was also lighter complexioned compared to the other two, though he'd never suffered sunburn on his very sensitive and tender skin. Brian was more experienced in his sexual explorations of his own body – for instance, unlike Ian and Tanner, he knew that he could ejaculate. In fact, he'd been masturbating daily, and occasionally twice daily, for months now, eager to achieve that pleasant result known to most males. It had been a miracle of sorts, although not of the FLDS-approved kind, that Brian had not been caught masturbating weeks or months earlier, as he was careful to do it while in the shower-bath, and while naked so as not to leave telltale stains on his clothes. His pubic growth, though still quite modest and in Stage 1, was beginning to come in nicely, at least in the region above his 4.2 inch long cut penis, which he'd measured recently with a ruler that he'd smuggled into the communal bathroom. One morning, he'd taken too long cumming, and his half-cousin Rebecca had burst in unexpectedly. She was twelve. Brian was unsure how the large-breasted young girl, soon to become a wife of Elder Kimball, age nineteen, a plural marriage commanded by Elder Warren, was related to him. All that he knew was how utterly obnoxious she was, the worst kind, a born tattle-tale, yet subservient to authority figures, by disposition.

He'd left the shower curtain open enough so that anybody could walk in and see him, and this was Brian's undoing. Of course, several adults of both sexes were already becoming suspicious about Brian's bathroom activities, and once he'd yelled in ecstasy while he'd ejaculated. His cry of sheer pleasure had been overheard, heightening suspicions. So it's possible that Rebecca had been sent into the bathroom, and told not to knock. In any case, the boy was caught in the act.

"What? What in God's Kingdom are you DOING, Brian? You're abusing yourself, you filthy boy! I'm telling!"

"No, please, don't Rebecca; it's not what you think! Please!" Suddenly, his excellent and playful mood had evaporated, along with his jism. Knowing to some extent what it might mean, Brian instantly felt an overwhelming and horrific sense of foreboding.

Brian sought the counsel of Sister Dolly, one of his four mothers, and the woman he was closest to. In fact, the horny boy had often fantasized about having sexual relations with not only Dolly, but with all his "mothers." He trusted Dolly's counsel. He told her what had happened.

"You might not have to be banished if you undergo the ordeal," she explained, "I will pray that you receive that spiritual option. It would be a good thing as you are a very good boy, and I love you, as we all do."

"The ordeal?"

"Yes, women know next to nothing about it. But our elders have allowed it for a long time in an effort to be fair in these cases of prodigal boys. I would think it would be painful, but you should request it, I think."

She caressed his neck to re-affirm their bond. When Brian went to sleep that evening, his stomach was in knots but he was determined to request the ordeal if the elders decided not to banish him outright. He had seen boys of his age banished. Once a friend in another household that everyone had figured would be banished had somehow stayed, and was now almost seventeen. Perhaps he, his name was Michael, had undergone the ordeal.

He might receive the ordeal. There was the masturbation crime, and also the matter of "desecrating a shirt" to create a sinful, short-sleeved garment -- "a sickening crime against our Godly community" as his mother Beatrice had referred to his other transgression. Maybe he wouldn't be banished, after all. The ordeal could be a second chance to continue his life in Arizona City as if he hadn't sinned, at least at some point.

Yes, he had to speak with Michael – a quiet older boy who would soon be joining the ranks of the elders, but had once been faced with a similar dilemma.

When Brian had gone to Michael the next day, he'd not received the answer he'd hoped for.

"I can't talk about it," he'd told Brian, "The whole thing is sacred and secret."

"Did you go through it in order to stay?"

"If I were you, I'd just pray to Heavenly Father for forgiveness."

"So I should just let myself get banished?"

"I didn't say that."

There were tears in Brian's eyes. "Why are YOU still here in Arizona City?"

Michael felt a twinge of compassion, knowing full well what Brian was experiencing. "It would be a lot easier if you just left. They give you fifteen dollars when they drop you off on the highway. You get to keep a backpack to carry your stuff. I'm not sure that the ordeal – you have to go through it twice – is really worth it. Even today I have my doubts. But yeah, I'm still here, and in good standing before the Lord."

Brian walked away from Michael more confused than ever.

Tanner's situation was more convoluted.

He was black-haired, hazel-eyed, and almost exactly thirteen and a half. His eyebrows were thick, verging on bushy. He was also a perfectly-proportioned boy of about five feet in height, weighing 98 pounds. He'd been caught watching "Survivor" – a show even more forbidden than "Law And Order." As for his masturbating, he'd been fully clothed when he'd been caught by Elder Potter, a grizzled prude of a man who'd seen him standing waiting to perform a "farm chore" with his hands in his pockets. Truthfully, Tanner had also possessed a glazed, dreamy expression, and had been watching two large pigs copulating, one astride the other, in their pen – his gaze riveted.

"Masturbating young man? It appears so. I testify that you have been. It will be before the Council of Elders for you – won't it boy?"

"No sir. I wasn't. I was just – straightening my pants. I swear sir!"

Elder Potter then did an odd thing, a very odd and humiliating thing. Seeking truth, he reached out and touched Tanner's pants, a pair of jeans, and noticed that the boy had a slight erection. "Oooh! You are hard, you filthy boy! The evidence proves your sin!"

"No sir! No!"

"You are likely to be banished for your filthy doings. For that, and for watching a television program that is one of the most ungodly of all. You are in big trouble, young man."

When Mr. Potter walked away, Tanner felt a strange shivering sensation. Inside, inexplicably, his undergarments were wet. He felt it in his crotch. Was it urine?

Tanner was too upset to realize that he'd just ejaculated for the first time in his life.

All three boys had entered the chamber wearing their Sunday best, worn during religious ceremonies several times a week. The windowless chamber contained a bed, and also peculiar set-ups explicitly designed for the impending ordeals. The boys saw the shackles extending down from the ceiling, and also the leg shackles on the floor, and also the three odd tables with accompanying hand vices atop them, directly beneath the hanging shackles, and also three really weird oblong pits embedded into the wooden floor. Next to the pits, two sets of long sharp needles projected up from the floor: each such set contained three of those menacing needles. The tables also had an assortment of clamps and jars with spiny plants soaking in an unknown liquid and a pair of pliers atop each of them. Ian, Brian, and Tanner were kept waiting in sheer dread for nearly a half hour before the elders arrived. The boys wisely kept silent and sat on a bench near the bed. There was no clock in the room as measuring time was considered "idolatry" according to FLDS standards.

Elders Smith, Haight, Effington, and Potter arrived at some point to witness and to administer the ordeals. Potter, already described, was in his late fifties and married to seven wives. He was a dour-looking older man with menace in his eyes, be it spiritually or otherwise-motivated.

He was the principal reason that Tanner was here, and as Potter acknowledged the thirteen-year-old, the boy visibly cringed in fear. "So, you've chosen the ordeal because you wish to stay with us and not be banished?"

Tanner replied timidly. "Y-yes," he said.

Elder Haight was balding and about forty-five. He had a potbelly and a raised scar under his right eye. "Let's convene these proceedings with a prayer to our merciful and heavenly father."

The boys about to undergo their ordeals bowed their heads and clasped their hands in fervent prayer. Tears of humiliation and "healthy shame" were already coursing down their angelic features. The men bowed their heads, and clasped their hands also. They knew that they would soon be performing an odious but necessary duty, a ritual that had been established in Arizona City since 1892, for more than a century. Sometimes it was easier when the boys simply chose banishment. Elder Smith was a dark-haired man in his mid-thirties who resembled the Hollywood actor George Clooney. Tanner would probably grow up to look a lot like him. The thirteen-year-old knew that Smith had been granted four wives, the youngest only thirteen, same age as Tanner was, and her name was Agnes. Agnes was a very pretty girl but Tanner had noticed that she seldom smiled any more. Tanner had no way of knowing yet that the reasons for her sadness had much to do with Elder Smith's vicious sadistic tendencies. Elder Haight only had three wives, and all were above the age of twenty. Elder Effington was about fifty and had long white hair making him look a little bit like heavenly father in person, as the boys might well have imagined Him. He also had a stern cast to his face, similar to the expression etched in perpetuity it seemed upon the features of Elder Potter.

Elder Haight continued with the ritualized prayer. "We are gathered here to perform the partial or full ordeal on these three young men, so that they once again can become acceptable to our Godly community. We ask that our heavenly father bless our ministrations, and realize that the events about to take place have been prescribed according to our blessed tradition in the hopes of saving these boys from the everlasting damnation and certain banishment that otherwise awaits them. Amen"

"Amen" the other men and all three boys dutifully repeated.

Elder Smith was smiling a weird smile that none of the boys liked. It was menacing. "Shall we get started?" This was meant to elicit an assent from Ian, Brian, and Tanner, and the boys in unison realized this, and all three tearfully nodded.

Elder Effington went strictly by the book, as the ordeal was prescribed in the Law. "The first step shall be an attempt to get each of you miscreants to spill your precious seed. If any of you do spill your seed, even a drop, during our attempts, then you will be subjected to the full ordeal, involving your potent young penis to be punished. If you can show the self-discipline and spiritual strength to prevent spilling your seed, then your penis will not be punished. Is this understood?"

All three thirteen-year-olds slowly nodded, although Tanner wasn't even sure that he was physically mature enough to spill his seed. Still, the wetness that he had felt in his pants may not have been pee.

"Brian, I want you to strip to your undergarments, and undo the buttons on that article of clothing, and then lay down on the bed on your back," Elder Effington instructed.

"No, please don't make me do that," Brian said through a mist of tears. He would be so humiliated.

"Do it!" barked the sinister Elder Potter.

Brian started undressing, but very reluctantly. All eyes in the well-lit but windowless chamber were eyeing him like a raptor bird. First, he removed his gray jacket, unbuttoning its three buttons, and then slipped it off his outstretched arms. Next his white dress shirt was slowly unbuttoned, and when it was completely removed, Brian was shirtless and bare-chested. His cotton polyester suit pants began to come off next, but as this was proving difficult, the boy was told to remove his footwear so this task might be more easily accomplished.

"Take off your shoes and dress socks, Brian," rasped Mr. Potter. "A smarter boy would have known that."

Soon he was lying comfortably on the bed, wearing just his undergarments unbuttoned near the fly. His clothes had already been neatly folded and lay on a nearby metal chair. Then the four grown men began the long-practiced tradition of masturbating the miscreant, so that his precious seed that had already been wasted by Brian's own sinful volition might be extracted for God's purpose. "Close your eyes, boy," said Elder Haight. "I hate it when they look at us while we're doing this," he explained.

Brian began to feel fingers caressing him, a light tickling, very gentle on his bare chest and tummy, his sides along his ribs, and meanwhile someone was lightly massaging his bared feet and toes. But Brian knew what was at stake and so was determined to resist. I won't do it now, I can't he thought. But it felt so good, and when someone's fingers began to streckle him first on the outside of his undergarment over where his penis was, and then when that special erogenous zone was suddenly naked as well, and soon when his penis and testicles were completely bared and his undergarments were pulled down to his knees, with each gentle caress of the fingers, like a spider's touch, he couldn't stop it. Brian's penis began to slowly and inevitably expand and grow excited. When somebody had entirely removed the boy's undergarments, Brian knew that God was not necessarily on his side, and that he would indeed spill his seed, come Hell or high water! He also knew that he had a full-hardon, and that it must look very shameful.

"Spread your legs a bit more," one of the Elders said, and with his eyes closed, Brian was getting his best handjob ever, certainly far superior than when he did it himself in the shower-bath, and it would be, he knew, impossible to stem the tide.

Meanwhile, Ian and Tanner sat dressed in their suit clothes and mesmerized by their peer's predicament – one that each of them would soon be facing.

Brian was now lying with his legs spread wide, naked on his back, and this obscene visage of their handsome age mate was giving both Ian and Tanner moderate erections and a certain sexual excitement – even though they both knew that they liked girls. Both boys observed Brian's toes tensing and twitching as he ejaculated, more copiously than he ever had previously.

Yet Brian was crying in abject shame and mortification and dread, knowing that he had failed completely.

"You will receive the full ordeal," Elder Potter blithely pronounced. To Brian, the words were like a death knell, and he sobbed even harder.

After the spent semen was wiped off his genitals and belly, Brian was told to "sit and remain naked while we tend to the other two, and be silent."

So it was time for Ian, the second boy.

"Ian. It's your turn on the bed. Get undressed, and remove your shoes and stockings prior to removing your nice dress pants," instructed Elder Effington.

Ian was even more determined to avoid ejaculating. He had a secret plan. It seemed to work too. *

Ian was naked and spread-eagled on the bed, and the four pairs of busy men's fingers attempted with great care and attention to achieve the identical result that had just occurred with Brian. But Ian was imagining the anuses of the men so lewdly fondling him, close up, the grossest of visions, like monstrous faces peering down upon him, and he just wasn't getting aroused. The Elders were growing frustrated, and Ian's penis was beginning to chafe slightly, but if anything, the boy's erection had diminished. Finally, Elder Potter, disgusted, gave the reprieve. "Okay boy, go and join Brian over there on the chair next to him."

"Can I put my clothes back on?"

"Errh, no, not yet," replied Elder Haight.

So Ian, feeling confident that he might only receive the partial or limited ordeal, began to flash the cousin of a smile, perhaps a half-grin that irritated all four of the Elders.

Tanner's turn produced less of a surprise. Soon he too was lying on his back with his eyes closed, and his undergarments were taken down and removed so that he was also nude and on display, legs splayed, and the sensations of forty fingers touching him in those spidery sexual ways was simply overwhelming to the boy, and if there had been doubt the first time he'd ejaculated outside near the farm pens as witnessed by Elder Potter, there was none on this occasion. "Good, this one has also earned the full ordeal," exclaimed a relieved Potter.

But that still left the matter of Ian. Had that child of God cheated fate, and earned a less strenuous ordeal? Perhaps, but all four Elders hadn't given up on him just yet.

"Get back up on the bed, and lie down on your back, Ian, we're going to give it one last try," announced Elder Haight.

Right then, Ian hated Haight. "It's not fair," Ian complained, whining.

"God determines what is fair," Elder Haight replied while motioning the 13-year-old to get into position on the bed.

Ian hesitated, but got up from his chair, and lay down as instructed.

"Close your eyes," Elder Effington warned.

The boy wasn't to know how crucial the shutting of his eyes was, in this situation. He was still confident, and as Ian's naked form began to feel the gentle tickling and fondling again, he didn't panic, as he repeated thoughts of the men's rosebuds close-up in all their abundant grossness as a sexual inhibitor. Once again, the tactic seemed to be working.

But as Ian lay there, he felt an unsettling, but extremely pleasurable in the short term, sensation on his exposed penis. First a strange moistness and then a tongue snaking out, and was it possible that someone was actually licking his penis? The boy's glans was moistened first, and then the licking, a thorough licking, began in earnest. Ian had no idea or conception about such things, but the man, one of these four Elders, happened to be an expert cocksucker. Oh no! The boy mused, fixated on anuses, but these novel oral ministrations swiftly overwhelmed Ian's senses. Against every mental and moral fiber of his being, God began allowing the thirteen-year-old's penis to expand, to grow larger, to first release pre-ejaculate fluid, a few drops, and then finally, after several more intense moments, a flood of jism broke through Ian's urethral gates, knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door!

"Damn!" Ian exclaimed, he'd hoped under his breath, but instead he would be punished for that outburst too.

"It is God's will!" shrieked Elder Potter in his cadaverous rasping, a wheeze that felt warm and moist, and cottony, like a blanket of mothballs.

The boys sat naked in their chairs as more prayers were intoned. When it was time, the three polygamist boys were prepared according to the century-plus old ritual.

The ordeals would be endured standing up, each boy in his assigned place, as decreed.

First they were secured.

"Hold your hands up high above your head," Elder Haight said brusquely to Ian. Soon the first boy's wrists were secured in the shackles, the uncomfortable metal bolt variety of the type used more typically in 19th Century American prisons on grown men.

"They're too tight and they hurt," complained Ian.

"Too bad," replied Elder Potter with a malicious grin.

The naked Tanner was secured standing next to him in his own place, with his shackled wrists soon above his head and steadfast.

Brian wasn't neglected either as Elder Effington did the honors; the other boys had the sense not to complain although the shackles were quite an unpleasant captivity.

Ian's ankles were shackled next, holding his feet in place but with the shackles high enough so that the boy was forced onto his tiptoes, or else if he placed his soles flat they'd be penetrated by the three very sharp projecting needles, these he soon discovered were arranged in a configuration referred to by the elders as "The Sacred Trinity" – a tortuous gibbet-like apparatus that guaranteed a triple piercing of his bare soles in the ball of each foot, the middle of the boy's insteps, and the meaty part of his tender heels. To avoid the dreadful needles, Ian was forced to place the undersides of all ten of his toes in a shallow indentation on the floor. Ian had no idea yet about the menace of that shallow indentation or the fiendish nature of the impending torture, but even tensed as they were his feet were cramping slightly as FLDS boys were unaccustomed to standing on their tiptoes, especially while supporting their entire body weight.

Soon Tanner and Brian's ankles were similarly attended to, and these bolt-type 19th Century shackles were even worse, although they served their sinister purpose. Naturally, all three miscreants chose to stand elevated on their tiptoes, risking the rather prompt cramping, rather than laying their bare soles flat against the spikes, where gravity would do the rest, piercing and impaling their feet in a cruel way that none of the boys dared yet contemplate. None of them gave the shallow indentation, where the undersides of their sensitive toes were placed, a second thought.

But then it was time for the traditional accoutrements bestowed upon FLDS boys undergoing their so-called "manhood ritual," and thus the real pain began.

Elder Smith went to fetch the one of the varieties of clamps from the nearby table. "You boys being knowledgeable about automobiles probably are aware what these serrated edged metal clamps are used for – does anyone want to volunteer that information?"

Brian knew, and being an excellent student in his home-schooled automotive repair class, he volunteered almost too eagerly, as was his nature. "They're for connecting jumper cables in case your battery goes dead," he said.

"That's correct, they're spring-loaded and apply lots of pressure to ensure a tight connection to the battery," Elder Smith explained. "Now imagine if these little clamps, are attached in the same way to your sensitive skin, pinching it, now that would hurt, wouldn't it, Brian?"

"Yes," Brian replied, "A lot. Please Elder, no; you're not going to do that to me, are you?"

"Oh yes, I'm afraid I am," he said, "Two of them where they're sure to hurt."

Ian was scared but flashed his annoying look as a reaction to this bit of information, and Brian started whimpering. Tanner started to sob from sheer fright knowing that he had an extremely low tolerance for pain.

But Brian was steadied so that Elder Effington could attach the first clamp, by itself, without any trailing battery cable. Electricity wouldn't be coursing through the clamps during this particular part of the boys' ordeal.

"Here," Elder Effington continued, as Brian watched the man's hand with the sharp-edged compression-style clamp approach his left nipple on his chest. He felt the metal object touch his bare skin and then suddenly the cruel religious zealot let it go, allowing its jaws to bite into the boy's very sensitive pectoral flesh.

"Yeowwh!" Brian screamed while Tanner and Ian visibly winced.

But the man wanted symmetry. The boy meanwhile was experiencing excruciating pain.

"In the name of our Heavenly Father, it's time to do the same to his right nipple area," Elder Effington pronounced.

"Amen," echoed Elders Haight, Smith, and Potter.

"Yeowwh!" screamed Brian anew at the top of his lungs.

"That certainly has the intended Godly effect," proclaimed Elder Smith quite religiously.

The boy's chest flesh was awfully pinched and already reddened and scratched at both nipples.

As per the dictates of the FLDS prescribed ordeal for boys, the nipples and surrounding pectoral flesh on their bare chests were about to be similarly adorned.

"I'll decorate Tanner's chest," Elder Potter volunteered.

"No! Please!" the second 13-year-old screeched, correctly anticipating the worst. Elder Potter delayed the onset of this severe pain for a few seconds by softly stroking Tanner's chest and belly with three fingers of his left hand, a hand sometimes referred to as "the sinister hand" in antiquity. "You are quite a handsome boy," Elder Potter couldn't help but remark, leering at the young captive's nude and vulnerable body.

He soon held a spring-loaded clamp and attached it to Tanner's bare left nipple.

Inhuman screams ensued as the boy shook his head from side-to-side in a futile effort to escape the first fierce wave of pain. The same result transpired when Tanner's bare right nipple was tortured in the same way.

Ian had the awful spring-loaded clamps attached to his tender skin in those same two places by Elder Haight. He just kept sobbing and crying, "Get them off me! Get those things off me!" The pain must have seemed nearly unbearable to the three boys, but it was only just beginning. *

It was time for something from the jars to cause the boys a different kind of agony. Elder Haight went first. Reaching into the jar, filled with an acidic liquid, cloudy but colorless, he pulled out a very slender green spiny branch, the spines being visible on the once living thing, each spine maybe a sixteenth of an inch in length, and the cylindrical object about four inches in length but only about an eighth of an inch in circumference. He brushed the rough spiny branch against the tender skin of Ian's belly, creating a few small inconsequential scratches. "Owwh!" squealed the boy. "It stings and scratches."

"Can you tell anything about this branch, Ian?"

"It has little spines on it!"

"Correct! The little branch will scratch you terribly if it's inserted in a very sensitive place on your body. But you noticed that it also stings. That's because these special holy branches have been soaking in lemon juice. So now I'm going to insert it as part of God's Will."

"Amen," chanted Elders Effington, Smith, and Potter in ominous unison.

All three boys undergoing the ordeal were watching where Elder Effington might insert it in Ian's body, with intense interest and dread. They knew that whatever would be done to Ian would be done to each of them in short order.

Elder Effington grasped Ian's four and a quarter inch circumcised penis in one hand, and he somehow massaged the boy's organ to stiffness, despite the sharp pain he was feeling at his nipples and the cramping muscles in his toes from standing on tiptoes. The boy gasped, horrified, suddenly realizing where the lemon-juice soaked slender and small green branch would be going. The torturer brushed the spiny growth against the 13-year-old sensitive glans on his penis, and then without further adieu, began ramming it down Ian's even more sensitive urethral opening.

Ian let out his first of many screeches and agonized screams, growing in volume to an inhuman howl.

Tanner and Brian looked on in horror. The other Elders were almost smirking in what appeared to be lecherous grins, but of course were not, as these were holy men performing a sacred time-honored ritual.

Elder Effington was engrossed in his task at hand. "Be quiet boy, it's supposed to hurt. I have to get this instrument of the Lord all the way down your peehole, where it belongs. Stop squirming young man, hold still. You can't get away. Your squirming will just prolong this part of your ordeal."

"Yeowwh! Stop it! Stop it! I changed my mind. I'd rather just be banished."

"It's too late for that, son, we've begun the Lord's work," pronounced Elder Haight in a gentle, soothing voice.

Elder Effington methodically kept threading the spine-covered lemon juice-soaked object deeper and deeper into the boy's penis, but if it wasn't entering exactly straight, he would pull it out again, causing worse howls of pain from the boy, as this tore the sensitive skin inside the kid's urethra, and it burned horribly because of the lemon juice coating, and then satisfied, he would re-insert it, getting it in perhaps a quarter-inch deeper, penetrating very slowly, and pulling it equally slowly and entirely out as was his whim, before inevitably re-inserting, until finally the deed was finished, and only the tip of the spiny green frond, maybe a half-inch of the ghastly thing, protruded from Ian's glans.

It hurt and especially stung quite a bit, imbedded as it was, but not as bad as when Elder Effington was actually threading it.

"There, that part's done," said Elder Effington, smiling in triumph.

A tiny bit of blood oozed out of Ian's tortured organ.

But now Elder Potter was about to perform the identical procedure on Brian. "Your turn, Brian," he said.

Brian began to whimper and plead. "No please, don't do it to me!" The second 13-year-old was begging loudly, almost shouting.

Brian and Tanner similarly had spine-covered, lemon-juice saturated fronds inserted into their penises. "All the way down almost into your bladder this goes," Elder Haight announced to Brian, as his strong fingers started threading the hideous object into the 13-year-old's ultra-sensitive "peehole." Brian felt the man's fingers on his bare organ and he wasn't receiving the slightest pleasure from this brutal touch, and the task those fingers performed.

Elder Potter was simultaneously "doing" Tanner. "Please, no!" the boy screamed, "No! No! No!" Soon Brian and Tanner had screamed themselves hoarse, and the tips of the spiny fronds now protruded perhaps a half-inch from the glans of each candidate undergoing the ordeal.

But the preparations continued, practiced as they were, and honed through hundreds of applications over the years. All three naked 13-year-olds had a table placed in front of them, at a height just below their bellies, and on the tables sat three small hand-cranked vises referred to as "thorny vises."

Ian's penis with the spiny frond imbedded all the way down inside it was gently guided onto his small table. Elder Smith pinched and squeezed the already tortured organ a few times, eliciting little yelps of pain from the boy, and then, after making certain that the urethral frond had been correctly inserted, he placed Ian's bare penis inside the first "thorny" vise, but only closed the device's jaws enough to trap the boy's precious member. His penis thus trapped, Ian soon gasped in horror, realizing why the elders had referred to the vises as "thorny." Ian could feel small, very sharp metal spikes barely touching and approaching his "dick" as he sometimes called it as a slang term, a dirty word he now realized, and one that he was remorseful for ever using, approaching his "dick" from several directions. Spikes would penetrate, if the vise should be tightened, his penis sides and underside, but also his circumcised glans.

"We added the surface with the spikes to penetrate the tips of their penises, as an added punishment, just last year," explained Elder Potter to the others, and for the benefit of the boys.

"Blessed be Elder Warren," announced Elder Haight.

"Yes, that particular improvement was Elder Warren's idea," Elder Smith agreed. But the sharp spikes weren't yet penetrating Ian's skin.

Tanner and Brian were in the identical predicament before another fifteen minutes had passed, although no one actually noted the time, as that indeed was idolatry. Certainly within the period allotted to implementing the sacred ordeal, to take any note of the time would be tantamount to blasphemy. The ordeal was deigned by Heavenly Father to take as long as it might take, and that was how it had been done for more than a century.

But all three naked boys had their penises properly encased in the "thorny" vises, as it had been written in the Special Book of FLDS scriptures. With their chests adorned with the excruciatingly painful serrated clamps and standing all the way up on their cramping tiptoes so as to avoid the terrible spikes of the "Sacred Trinity," finally Ian, Brian, and Tanner were ready to undergo the heart of their impending ordeal.

"Okay, from now on you the three of you will be encouraged to get down off of your tiptoes and to stand flat on the floor," pronounced Elder Effington.

"But we can't do that," Brian cried out, tears of fear already coursing down his angelic face, "the spikes on the floor will stick into our feet."

"They are not mere spikes on the floor, don't you dare call them that," screamed Elder Potter almost directly into Brian's nearest ear, "Each needle is part of the Sacred Trinity."

"The Sacred Trinity," echoed Elder Smith, "Say it, boy!"

"The Sacred Trinity," Brian yelled.

"I won't do it," yelled Tanner, "I won't stand on the Sacred Trinity!"

"I won't either," said Ian, sounding defiant.

"Oh, but we have ways of encouraging you. Until you do stand on them with your full weight, flat-footed, your ordeals will just continue."

"For as long as it takes, and for as much damage to your bodies that you can endure," added the sinister-sounding but of course very Godly Elder Potter.

So the boys were in position to experience their ordeals to the fullest extent. The lanky and naked Ian was asked by Elder Haight to stand with all his weight on the Sacred Trinity.

"I'm asking you, boy, before we begin upping the ante for non-compliance," he said.

"No, I won't," replied Ian, sounding almost like a pout, although it was uttered through clenched teeth. He stayed up on his tiptoes defiantly, although the position was causing painful cramping in his toes that was getting worse too.

"All right then, your free will is being exercised," Elder Haight explained. A ratchet for the vise containing Ian's bare penis was turned one revolution, for the first time driving the surrounding spikes very slightly, maybe one-thirty-second of an inch, into the boy's extremely tender flesh.

"Owwh! It hurts," the thirteen-year-old exclaimed.

A few seconds later, the sturdy, blonde and blue-eyed Brian was asked a quite similar question, and he also obstinately refused.

His "thorny vise" was tightened just a single notch, with the identical result.

"Yeowwh!" He screamed, fairly loudly.

Tanner was being eyed by Elder Potter. "Well?"

"No, I won't do it," he yelled in his pubertal boy's voice.
After about seven or eight revolutions of their thorny vises, the spikes were embedding well into their penile flesh, their penises were all oozing small amounts of blood, and something else began happening simultaneously that the boys began to notice. A switch had been activated, causing the indentations where they'd placed their tip-toes and the undersides of their toes to gradually heat up, and soon within those pits a terrifying shade of reddish-orange was revealed by a tell-tale glowing.

"The bottoms of your toes must be burning up, boys," said Elder Smith in a casual way.

Tears were running down the face of each boy as the burning pain in their toes was slowly becoming unbearable.

"You can see the pits where your toes are," Elder Effington explained, "I'll bet you're starting to cook, at least to blister those toes."

But the boys were enduring the excruciating pain in various parts of their bodies, each attempting to outdo the other in their stoic expressions. They did emit occasional screams and shrieks when the clamps on their nipples were jostled by one of the pious and conscientious elders, or when Elder Warren entered the room they were being punished in and hurried the process along.

"You mustn't baby them. We're all charged here with a sacred duty," he said. Soon the thorny vices were each tightened so that the spikes penetrated almost all the way through the three young members, creating a kind of excruciating mesh of interlacing steel needles. Their young cocks would be well bloodied by now. Meanwhile, the orange-red glowing "toe pits" were turned on to maximum level, nearly beyond the endurance of any yearling boy.

"Those toe pits remind me of the cigarette lighters in automobiles," Elder Warren added, "Why are these boys being so stubborn?"

After Elder Warren departed, it only got worse. Ashamed, Elder Potter took it upon himself to insert spiny fronds up into the anuses of all three boys. "None of you could make your ordeals easier. "Sinful youths," he muttered, "Well these are the fruits of your wickedness."

At these latest insertions, Brian and Tanner screamed almost until they were hoarse, and gave in to the ghastly instructions to lay their soles flat. As the sharp needles protruding upwards from the floor performed their painful work, several new and extremely shrill screams ensued from their already strained vocal cords with the newest pain, the "sacred trinity" pain, as the sharp needles pushed through the tender flesh of the balls of each foot, the middle of their fleshy insteps near the geographical center of each tortured sole, and also through the middle of both Brian's and Tanner's bare heels.

Elder Haight got down on his hands and knees to inspect the newly injured soles, and said "Amen," a refrain that was immediately echoed. "They're both bleeding nicely," he commented in a soft, reverent voice.

Brian and Tanner were mute from pain and barely able to stand. If they hadn't been shackled at the wrists, they might have just collapsed like rag dolls.

Ian showed almost superhuman endurance, and a kind of Spartan courage, by remaining on his tiptoes in the burning toe pits. Elder Effington kept tweaking the tall lanky boy's nipple clamps, and also twisting and pulling out, and then re-inserting, the spiny frond in his anus, as if relishing the sound of his screams – except he was a pious man performing his righteous and necessary duty. Finally, this bravest and most determined of the pubertal trio enduring the holy ordeal succumbed, his soles sinking ever so reluctantly onto the sharp steel needles of his own personal "Sacred Trinity" – the needles making no sound as they pierced his fleshy soles although Ian himself uttered a final yelp in the manner of a beaten puppy, and promptly fainted.

Brian and Tanner chose to endure banishment rather than undergo the ordeal a second time. It was nearly three weeks later when both said their good-byes to their family members, as it took that long for their feet to heal enough to allow comfortable walking. Their penises had taken about ten days to heal, but neither boy even wanted to try masturbating after what they'd been through. With a backpack and fifteen dollars in the pockets of their jeans, soon they were hitch-hiking on the way to St. George, Utah, alternately walking and riding, mostly walking on the sparsely traveled road, a road less taken, and by the time a trucker came along to drive them the final 68 miles, their feet so newly blistered that both boys considered asking the stranger for a foot rub. The trucker was a fat balding man in his forties with his fetid body odor quite evident in the cramped cab. When the young teens were dropped off, they thanked the kind stinky man who hadn't even asked them for money – or for anything else. The lodging house where they'd be staying at was on a side street not far off Kimball Street near the periphery of town.

"That must be it," Brian said.

In a two-story white frame house with eight bedrooms, four on each floor, forty-five boys aged 13-17 were currently packed five or six to a room. Their "foster parents," a middle-aged lapsed Mormon couple, Jack and Henna, were sinister. Boys in their care had to wait on their keepers hand and foot and participate in certain humiliating and sadistic games that Jack and Henna had designed for the cruel entertainments of themselves and invited guests. Brian and Tanner were duly incorporated into the household's mix. But the fourteen months Brian managed to last at 16 Smith Street, and the twenty months that Tanner was forced to "gut it out" at the now infamous address, are part of a colorful story for another day. *
Ian, by contrast, had decided to stay in Arizona City. Once he was pronounced "healed" from the effects of his initial ordeal, the lanky thirteen-year-old was considered physically fit to undergo his second manhood ritual. One Thursday it was pronounced that it would be administered.

Dressed in his dressiest clothes, he was delivered to that now familiar but dreaded chamber where he'd undergone the first ordeal with Brian and Tanner, by Elder Haight. "Here's our brave young man" he announced triumphantly to the others, Elders Smith, Effington, and Potter, and also the Godly visage of Elder Warren, who had allowed ample time out of his busy schedule to make sure that Ian's second ordeal was carried out precisely according to FLDS Scripture and tradition.

The second ordeal for Ian was worse than his first, and recovery from its physical aspects took nearly an entire month. But he passed, and was allowed to stay in the cult-like community as a member in good standing. Caleb and Emily and the rest of his own extended family welcomed him back, and he wasn't reported when his birth mother, Rachel, caught him watching an episode of Law and Order during his recovery. "I saw that one too," she confided to her now chastened son. But mostly he read The Bible and outdated issues of Popular Science magazine, the latter periodical being not quite taboo.

Ian passed through puberty and matured into a fine young man. At the age of 17, he was give his first wife by Elder Warren, an auburn-haired girl more than four years his junior, named Beatrice. She was properly submissive to her husband, and the young couple hoped to live out their entire lives in Arizona City. Within two months of their intimate relations, Beatrice was pregnant with child. Occasionally, these intimate relations were encouraged and witnessed by various elders, as was permitted and Godly.

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