Saint Sebastian’s
Chapter 4 – The Service
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Sunday was the day of Randall’s funeral service.
The school’s church was the oldest structure on the grounds. A fact that was obvious when comparing it with the surrounding buildings, which had first served as a monastery and later converted to a school.
Jonathan was oblivious to any of this though, his mind going back to the last time he had gone to a service, when his grandfather had passed, 4 years ago, though his memories came up short.
Sir Gregory led the students of Dorm 6 inside. The church was already packed with teachers and students. At the front he saw a glimpse of 2 tall Dalmatians comforting each other. Randall and Jimmy’s fathers, he presumed.
Two students played a solemn classical tune on violins at the alter, beneath a large painting of a naked man being shot by arrows, the eponymous Saint Sebastian. The depiction of an execution seemed unsuited when remembering a young man who had taken his own life, but then again, nothing had seemed appropriate to Jonathan since he has entered the school 2 days ago.
The music stopped, just as he sat down on a bench. The 2 students made way for Vicar Daniel, an alligator dressed in white and purple robes, which clashed unfavorably with his green scales.
He went on and on about God, Jesus and Heaven, but said nothing really substantial about Randall himself. The boy would remain a mystery even as the service came to an end.

While most of the attending students went back to their dorms, Jonathan stayed behind for a bit, sitting on the steps of the church to try and clear his head. When he thought everybody had left, he went back inside. A quiet sobbing revealed he was not alone. Randall’s little brother Jimmy was all by himself, crying on the raised platform of the altar.
Before he could approach to comfort the boy, the two students who had played the violin earlier, entered through a side door. Jonathan hid instinctively behind a bench, though he didn’t know why.
The two students sat down next to Jimmy. They were foxes like Jonathan, but their fur was white, arctic foxes, twins now that he was truly looking at them.
Even though they hugged the young Dalmatian, their words were poison.
“You know your brother’s in Hell, right?”
“He was unclean when he snuffed himself, he should’ve fucked you, he should’ve proven he wasn’t a sinner.”
Jonathan’s blood boiled at the vile insults, but he wasn’t brave enough to come out of hiding.
“There is a way to make it right though, to clean up unfinished business and make your brother go the heaven.”
The foxes moved their hands onto the boys legs in perfect unison, pulling down his pants, revealing a chastity cage, much like Jonathan’s. The Dalmatian kept sobbing, but didn’t try to stop his elders.
“You know what need to be done.”
“You know your cherry needs to be popped, like it should have been on Friday.”

Jonathan didn’t know where his sudden courage came from, but he jumped up from behind the bench, he wasn’t about to let this boy get raped.
“Hey new kid, you wanna join in on our fun?”
“Or do you just wanna watch?”
His face turned to anger as he approached the altar, but before he could reach it, he was grabbed from behind by Vicar Daniel, who he had not heard coming.
“This needs to happen”, he said, “don’t interfere”.
Jonathan wanted to get out of the Alligator’s grasp, but couldn’t, wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
He was forced to watch, as the twin foxes took turns violating young Jimmy’s virgin boyhole. The Dalmatian’s screams were amplified by the Church’s acoustics as they broke Jonathan’s heart. He knew that this was only the start. Saint Sebastian’s rules clearly stated that sex could and would be forced upon them, as a way of curing their heterosexuality.

“Well done”, the Vicar congratulated his twin assistants, when they had both filled the boy who’s innocence they had violently taken. “I think you’re ready for your own graduations soon, unless you wanna stay and help the other students some more, of course”.
The three of them laughed, not paying attention to the shivering pup on the floor. His eyes were blank, broken by being raped. His brother had refused to do this to him, but what had it mattered in the end? He had died for nothing it seemed.
Jonathan’s empathy was interrupted, as the Vicar pulled him over his lap. The alligator pulled down his pants and started spanking him. He tried to put his tail in front of his fuzzy ass cheeks to protect them, but it was no use. The stinging made it clear how Jonathan had broken the rules, that Jimmy was supposed to get raped, that this was normal at Saint Sebastian’s, and he better get used to it.
30 hits later, he was released, and sent back to his dorm, along with a note by the vicar, addressed to Sir Gregory.
He quickly left the church and didn’t look back, while the alligator made his way over to little Jimmy, still lying naked on the altar. Jonathan didn’t want to figure out if the old man was gonna clean the boy up, or violate him too.

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Sitting down on a couch of his dorm’s leisure room, Jonathan closed his eyes, trying to erase the day’s horrible events from his mind. The note was still in his hands, he didn’t dare look at it, deciding to keep it closed until Sir Gregory arrived.
His house mates left him alone, all still in a somber mood from the funeral, and the hours passed quickly. Before Jonathan realized, it had started to go dark outside.
Sir Gregory came in without much fanfare. His face had returned to the stern look he had come to expect from the rino, even after a few days. Jonathan stood and offered the note to the teacher.
“Been bad already? You haven’t even started your lessons yet” The rino’s eyes went over the piece of paper and a sadistic smirk appeared on his face.
“It seems you’ll be starting your first week with the attention collar. Tomorrow morning you’ll be given a special collar, which will vibrate at random times. Each time you feel your collar, you will stand up in class and tell your teacher you need to be punished. Wish I could see it happen, my colleagues are always rather… original, when it comes to new students.” The rino laughed and started to walk away, towards the bathroom, but stopped halfway there and turned around.
“You know what, let’s practice, stand up and tell me you need to be punished”.
Jonathan obeyed. “I need to be punished.”
“Good, pee yourself.”
The command took a moment to register in Jonathan’s mind.
“Now, boy, I won’t repeat myself.”
Jonathan had started to learn it wads better not to question what he saw or was being told and tried his best to pee his pants, in front of the teacher and his fellow students. It took a minute, but eventually, his pee started flowing outside his chastity cage, marking his pants.
He blushed from the embarrassment, while his dorm mates looked on and laughed. The teacher looked pleased.
“Perhaps we’ll turn you into an obedient boy after all”.
“M.. may I please shower and change into new clothes, Sir”, he asked the rino.
“In the morning, boy, I want your fellow students to see your shame for the rest of the evening”
The warm stain in his pants started to turn cold, as the teacher resumed his stride towards the bathroom.

An hour later, Jimmy arrived at the dorm. He had been cleaned up and seemed rather okay, all things considered.
He sat down next to Jonathan, not paying attention to the wet spot still visible, and cuddled up.
“Thank you for trying to stop those boys from having sex with me”, he said gratefully, “but it was gonna happen anyway. Nobody keeps their virginity here for very long, I’ve heard, and nobody looses theirs by choice”.
The Dalmatian fell asleep from pure exhaustion, and Jonathan put his arm around the poor kid, as if to finally give the protection he failed to earlier.
It was an hour before bed time, and he tried not to think what his first real day of school would bring in the morning. Right now, he was sharing a moment of quiet friendship, some rest at last, between the horrors of his new life.