Today’s the day! I finally get to join the holy order of Lukko! I can finally be a holy knight! After years of training and studying I can finally become a protector of the week, maybe even snag myself a cute boyfriend.

I had just gotten out of the bath as I began to look at myself in the mirror with glee, a cheek to cheek smile plastered all over my wooly face. This’ll show those bullies back home that anyone can be a knight! Even a sheep like me!

I took a proud pose in front of the mirror; flexing my noodly arms in an attempt at looking tough. I felt my joy and my excitement getting the better of me as I felt myself stirring down below. Heavy wool may have covered my sheath, yet I could already feel it trying to stand proud under my white woolen coat.

I blushed at the thought of my rising member and tried to think of pure thoughts to make it go down. I just didn’t have the time to deal with it right now.

As I stood there in front of the mirror, thinking of things that did turn me off, I closed my eyes to deepen my concentration. That is until a certain rapping of knuckles at the door of my room made me yelp and jump in surprise. 

I quickly put on my loincloth to hide my state of undress; and what little dignity I had being the local punching bag. Wouldn’t want anyone spreading rumors about what it looked like I was doing. I’d probably get thrown out if people got the wrong idea.

“I’m coming!” I quickly shouted to whoever was knocking this early in the morning “Just getting ready!”

“Get dressed faster Tuppa!” I hear my superior shout “Wouldn’t want you to miss your own ceremony now do you!?”

“You know it's not just my ceremony”  I shout back at the wolf waiting outside my door “Everyone from my year is graduating too!”

I wonder how my fellow initiates were faring today. Were they nervous? Maybe excited? Who knows! I’m just happy to be over with all that training and being everyone’s errand boy.

“Yeah , like all three of you” Lobo shouts back

“Well, I’ve never had the chance to meet them again after the first year dummy!” I retort

After putting on enough clothes to seem decent, I open my door to greet Lobo. He was an initiate that came before me and had graduated the year prior. He was wearing ceremonial garb of the order, probably in anticipation of the upcoming graduation.

“You’re not planning on going out like that, are you?” Lobo motions to me in just my white loincloth.

Looking down, I blush as I notice I had put on nothing but the equivalent of underwear. Closing the door just as fast as I had opened it, I began to put together my own attire. The traditional Lukko stole over initiate robes and a belt of silken rope. All in colors ranging from white, blue and gold.

“See, I’m ready!” I say as I open the door wearing my own ceremonial garb, not noticing if anything was out of place.

“You look decent enough” Lobo said, turning around towards the hall “C’mon, wouldn’t want the elders to wait now do we?”

And with that we silently walked through the dark halls of Lukko’s church. Open windows lined the halls, yet it was eerily dark wherever you looked. Sometimes a stained glass of a lock above archways lets in enough light, giving just enough color to make it stand out.

Lukko is said to be both the god of chastity and virility, two sides of one coin. I joined for the latter reason. I mean, being pure is fun in all, but I learned that some paladins get to revel in their virility, as a sign of worship and respect, now that’s something worth getting into.

Walking through the courtyard, we saw some new initiates arriving by carriage and even being given a similar tour as when I first arrived here. Being taught the tenets of Lukko, their teachings of discipline and pleasure through peace. Sunlight shone into the courtyard, a glint from one end drawing my attention.

The glint came from a paladin making a show in front of the new initiates. His immaculate shining armor makes him seem brighter and more imposing in the sunlight. The sigil of Lukko shone bright on the paladin's armor, every movement drawing more attention to the golden lock adorning his chestplate and stole.

A sudden slap to the back of the head pulled me from my stupor. And the assailant was none other than Lobo who signed me to move faster, and I did. Walking behind Lobo reminded me of when we first arrived here.

Lobo was a few years older than me and he was the one who gave me the tour. Our group was small to begin with, one of the lowest the church had seen in years. I savored every moment in the tour, I could do nothing but stare at Lobo as he walked in front of me; just as he is right now.

My daydreaming was abruptly stopped as the sound of the heavy doors opening drew my attention. In we went, to the chamber of the council of elders, three senior ranking clergymen who oversee the acolytes and initiates; as well as their rising in the ranks.

Slowly we made our way into the large circular chamber, the venue of the graduation ceremony. This was my first time in the elder’s chamber. I gawked at the mosaic tiling covering both the floor and ceiling. Yet the most daunting sight was the raised chair holding the three elders.

I’ve always wondered about the elders and how they were chosen. Lobo told me it was often a paladin with enough years under his belt, and enough experience to determine the next generation of paladins. Yet one thing was certain, they never showed their faces!

Their faces were often covered, the front sporting the mark of Lukko in silver. They keep their faces hidden as a sign that no one, or three, men may hold any power to their name. They’ve been a fair council all things considered.

Their faces may have been hidden, but that wasn’t the same for the rest of their body. As soon as all three elders stood up, my jaw practically fell to the floor with what I saw. Each elder had a body as white as limestone, and just as chiseled. Their muscular bodies were only clothed in a practically see through robe that revealed they only wore a loincloth underneath.

I had to stop myself from drooling when I realized they began talking to us initiates. Beckoning us closer to them, with Lobo staying a bit behind. Their hands are just as ripped as their torsos, each wave showing rippling muscles underneath their robes.

“Good day initiates,” one elder said.

“You all know what today is,” the second said.

“You have trained long, and now, today is your final test” the third followed

Final test? What were they talking about? I thought this was our graduation, not some final test. I’m not prepared for any new kind of test.

“Now not to worry” the first elder said “There is no failing this test”

“This is only a test of your body,” the second elder added.

“A test that will determine your place in our ranks” the third elder added with finality.

“Phew” I sigh, glad it's just a placement test, I’m sure I’ll ace this one like all the others before it.

“NOW STRIP, INITIATES” all three elders shouted in unison, the mark on their masks glowing, amplifying their voice.

Strip!? What were they talking about? What kind of crazy person would strip in front of all these people just because they said so? I mean They gotta be kidding right?

But the fact is, they weren’t kidding. I could feel all their gazes on me as I noticed that the two other initiates in the room, one hyena and one lion,  had already begun to strip down to nothing but their white loincloths.

Gawking at the two I could do nothing but admire their physique. Defined pectorals covered their chests, every breath making them rise and fall like an ocean’s waves. I could see their muscles flex under their thin coats of fur, every little twitch, little movement seemingly reminding me of those naked statues that lined the city walls.

Standing proud with their arms behind their backs, they were like soldiers awaiting commands. Steel faced and stern as they stood practically naked in the middle of a room ready to be inspected. 

All they had on was some white loincloths, practically stained with sweat. I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge they were both sporting. The heat and the sweat made their loincloths opaque enough to see the color of their fur down there, but not what they were sporting.

I looked back at Lobo who was standing by the door, all I could make out was him telling me to do the same, and so I did. I began to remove my stole, folding it and placing it on the floor. Next came off the silken rope. Then finally over my head came off the initiate’s robe, leaving me covered in nothing but my loincloth and my wool.

“Hmm a sheep” one elder said.

“So much wool” a second followed

“Do we need to shear it off?” the third mused

What? They wanted me to shed my wool? But I’m a sheep, I can do it on my own, and besides. I liked the feeling of sleeping in nothing but my wool, so warm and cozy. Apparently my tight grip on a bundle of my wool and the distressed look on my face was apparent.

“Don’t worry, initiate,” one elder said with kindness.

“We won’t have to shave off your wool” another elder followed reassuringly.

“At least not all of it anyway” the third elder said with hearty laughter.

Not wanting to prolong this any further, I line up with the two other initiates, striking a similar pose. Being so close to them now, I could feel the heat from their bodies, I could smell the musk coming from their sweaty loincloths. 

Uh oh, I thought to myself. I felt the all too familiar stirring between my legs. The smell of these two predators was far too different from my own. Their musk smelt stronger, more potent. Whereas mine smelt timid and mild.

I closed my eyes and tried to stop thinking about that wretched smell. If I could just endure this “inspection” of theirs, I just might have some time on my own and forget about all this ever happening.

Yet, closing my eyes did almost nothing. The darkness only left me to imagine even wilder things. Images of the two locked in a struggle of passion and romance. Their sweat practically mixes with each others’ sweat, making a stronger, more potent odor. 

I wonder what they looked like under their loincloths. I’ve never seen another man’s member aside from my own and the ones the city statues had. I’ve only heard rumors of what other beast races had, some had bulbs, barbs, or even flat heads.

Yet it seems my questions would be answered as I felt a tug on my loincloth. I opened my eyes to look at what had happened only to be surprised to see my loincloth now on the floor. My hands flew to my crotch trying to hide what little they had seen.

“Initiate, what are you doing?” The elder in front of me said.

“Move your hands away,” another elder said, making his way to the hyena.

“We can’t inspect you with you covering yourself!” the final elder said, making his way down to the front of the lion.

And as if on cue, off came their loincloths. Flittering off to the floor their loincloths went, as I felt my heart and my groin come a flutter at the sight of what they were packing. They both had sheaths, but that was where the similarities ended.

Dark fur covered the hyena from his chest down to his belly. I was surprised to see that that also meant his sheath and balls were a similar shade. I could barely make out his member from where I stood, yet  I could tell his balls were heavy, I could only imagine how pent up he was.

Looking even further, the lion surprised me even more. His tawny yellow fur covered him head to toe, the same went for his sheath and balls. Yet just as his mane was a deep reddish brown, trails of the same hue went down from the center of his chest down to his crotch, where a large patch of said hair seemed to be bundled together above his sheath. Squinting my eyes I could see some of that reddish brown hair had made its way below his heavy set of balls, pent up as well.

“Liking the little show are we?” the elder in front of me asked.

“What? No, I would never!” I say sheepishly, feeling both thankful and embarrassed that my wool was hiding my hard on.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about little Initiate” he said jokingly “you’ll get your turn soon enough”

It seems I was being saved for last. Great, I don’t have to just sit here buck naked, but also have to try and hide my shame. Glad I had my wool to thank for the cover at least.

With nothing better to do than stand and wait for my turn, I tilt my head to see what their “inspection” entailed. First up was the lion, he was led to some sort of dais that rose at the center of the room and told to stand there with his arms on his side.

All the light in the room dimmed down, save for a spotlight that appeared at the top of the room. A beam of light shone directly onto the lion as he stood there, patiently waiting for his next set of orders.

All three elders had made their way around to the dais, practically surrounding the lion. Their hands began to caress and touch all over the lion. Surprise dawned on his face, surprise which soon went back to his calm demeanor, even when the elders’ hands began to caress his private areas.

The light helped in giving highlights on what the elders were touching. Hands came and went all over, caressing his well shaped thighs and calves, some rubbing his pectorals, I even saw one elder grab the lion’s buttocks.

Yet most surprising of all was when all three elder’s hands went to the lion's crotch. One fondled his balls with the utmost fervor. One played with his sheath, rubbing at it like a sultry lover, and one elder prodded a finger into the lion’s tight ass, spreading his cheeks.

Ecstasy was apparent on the lion’s face, after a bit of surprise. His member began to rise out from its sheath, this was the first time I was seeing a feline’s cock, and a lion no less. First came a tapered tip, a bit more streamlined than my own. 

As more of the lion cock came out, I could feel myself drool at the sight. One of the elders’ hands began to stroke the member, enticing it out of its confines. Once at full mast I could see tiny barbs on the lion’s cock. I've heard of that before but never truly believed such a thing was possible. I shudder at the thought of being pricked by such barbs.

Sweat beaded the lion’s face. I could only imagine what he was feeling, the pain, the pleasure. He was practically humping into the elder’s hand around his cock. Drops of pre already forming on the tip and practically dripping on the floor.

“Hmmm, he seems well endowed,” one elder says, giving the lion’s member a hearty stroke.

“Virile and disciplined as well,” another elder said, fondling the lion’s heavy balls.

“He is fit to be a paladin!” cheering erupted from the other two elders at his words.

Along with their cheers came moans from the lion, I could see the elder crook his finger still deep in the lion’s ass. That was enough to send him over the edge as ropes of semen erupted from his member, spraying his load all over the tiled floor in front of him.

Tired and spent, he was led back to where he stood. Lobo came and covered the lion in a ceremonial blue cloak, the sign of a paladin, minus the armor of course. Once he was done, next came the hyena to the stand.

In the light, I could see he was a bit shorter than the lion. Yet between his two legs he was no runt. It seems he was enjoying the little show the lion put up since I could already see a bit of red emerging from his sheath.

Just like before the three elders surrounded the impatient looking hyena, his face a sign of boredom. Once finished with the humdrum of their caresses, the hyena perked up at the feeling of hands around his manhood.

Moans escaped his smiling face as the visage of his member began to come into view. Almost as big as the lion, the hyena had a smoother member, like a spear of sorts or a short blade. Yet I had to hide a gasp as the bulb at the base began to show itself.

The member being handled by the elders was cherry red, a stark contrast to the light in the room. Just like the lion, with a lot less shame, he began to hump into the elders grasp, yearning for a quick release.

“This one seems too impatient,” one elder said, pulling out his finger from the hyena’s hole

“He is young, yes, but he fits the criteria” another followed, running a finger along the hyena’s taint.

“Agreed, he is fit to be a paladin!” said the third elder erupting in a cheer once more.

And with that, the hyena came, spraying his load where the lion had before. Some of his seed even splashed on an elder who had to wipe it off, seemingly doing it with contempt for the new paladin.

Off he went to await my own inspection. Now swaddled in his paladin’s cloak, he looked in my direction, winking my way. He was cute, too cute, I blush in response to his teases and silently make my way to the dais, my hands on my sides like they did.

I felt my heart in my throat as I stood in front of the three elders surrounding me. I braced myself for their hands to begin their survey, yet I was surprised to hear chanting instead. Their voices seemed to evoke some sort of magic. Did I do something wrong?

I tried to listen in on their chanting, vaguely catching words like chain, and lock, but other than that it was all a mystery. That is until golden shackles of light formed themselves around my wrist and ankles.

My eyes darted around in surprise. I looked at the two elders who continued their chanting, I saw the former initiates who were snickering where they watched me be humiliated. All while Lobo looked away as if he knew this was going to happen.

I tried to open my mouth in protest only for the same kind of light to fill and gag my mouth. I suddenly felt a pair of strong hands bury themselves deep in my wool as if looking for something, and I yelped when they did.

“Worry not initiate” the elder groping me said “We just need to get a better look”

The hands had grabbed me by the balls and sheath, a grip as tight as iron yet gentle at the same time. The hand around my balls stayed while the one around my sheath retreated back out. Now with his one hand free, the elder took out a pair of shears from his robe. Where did he even store that!

The grip on my balls and the smell of the seed on the floor in front of me was enough to keep my shaft hard. I moaned into my gag hoping the elders didn’t notice, yet the snicker of the elder in front of me told me otherwise.

*snip, snip, snip* went to the shears, taking bundles and bundles of my wool with every snip. I could feel my wool below my belly become lighter and lighter as the elder went on. 

“Are you done yet?” asked the elder to my left.

“Yeah, what’s taking so long?” asked the elder to my right.

“Silence you two, there’s so much wool here I practically couldn’t find the initiate’s cock!” the elder in front of me said, his shearing becoming worryingly faster.

The feeling of the cold blade on my skin made me yelp, and it didn’t help that it was dangerously close to my sensitive bits. Finally looking down at the elder’s handiwork, I was surprised to see my sheath and balls, bare of the wool that covered it.

Looking away, ashamed at my nakedness, I once again caught a glimpse of the lion and hyena trying to hide their laughter. My face went cherry red at the thought of their large cocks compared to mine, making me squirm like a mewling lamb.
“Ah, so small, smaller than expected,” one elder mused.

“I did not expect it to be so diminutive,” an elder said, emphasizing the last word.

“We still need to see how virile he is, let us not judge this book by his wooly cover” the third elder reassured.

I tried to fight the chains, but they were too strong, just like the hands that began their march all over my body. My knees felt like jelly as soon as their hands made contact. All my life, I’ve never felt the touch of another man, especially not like this.

Strong soft hands caressed my taint, tracing lines until it made their way to my ass cheeks, spreading them. Slowly a finger began to make its way into my virgin hole, spreading it more than I could expect. Making its way to a spot that made me feel pleasure unlike any before.

“Does he even need us?” one elder in front of me said.

“I think we all know what’s going to happen,” the other said dejectedly.

I felt my member suddenly stand at attention just from the first touch. Already leaking with pre, I was horny, I was needy. I humped the empty air in front of me hoping for release, yet the two other elders had not yet made their move. Then I felt it.

The elder behind me crooked his finger just like with the lion. It was as if my entire body was on fire from the pleasure. I felt my toes curl, my back arch, and my head crane back just from what I was feeling. I was practically baaing like an ewe in heat at this point. 

Then I felt it, the telltale twitch in my balls, one I haven’t felt in weeks. The feeling I know in rare moments of privacy for I know it was forbidden under the initiate’s of Lukko’s oath. Oh how I’ve missed the feeling of climax.

One final forceful push at whatever the elder was enough to send me over the edge. Thin ropes of my cum shot past the dais, but it had just barely reached the cum left by the two before me. I could feel myself blush at the thought of cumming without touching my cock, yet the afterglow of the act made me forget about my current predicament; but just momentarily.

The two newly robed paladins were now laughing, slapping their knees and buckling with joy. They made me feel more subconscious about myself, I looked to the floor dejected, only to see more of the source of my humiliation. The sound of someone coughing in front of me caught my attention just enough to make me look.

The three elders now stood before me, a chilling aura coming off of their stoic visage. I looked at Lobo at the end of the room, a look of worry and disappointment. I could do nothing but whimper, that is until the bindings holding me in place disappeared in a flash of light. Without their support holding me up I fell to the ground on all fours.

“Rise initiate,” one elder said.

“Today is a joyous day,” another elder added.

“You may not be fit to be a paladin, but rejoice. You are to be a cleric!” the third elder said, a huzzah coming from all three.

“A cleric?” I asked “I’ve never seen a cleric in this temple”

I hope it's something like a paladin, I assumed this temple only made paladins out of its initiates. At least I still get to move up in the world at least. Me, a cleric, Tuppa the cleric, it feels neat to be special at least.

“We have not had a cleric here for years, decades maybe” an elder said, laying a hand on my shoulder.

“Unlike a paladin, you will be more of a healer, a supporter if you will” another elder interjected.

“And, as the tradition of Lukko states, we must present you to the whole sect for your indoctrination!” the third elder said with excitement in his voice.

“Wow,” I said, excited myself “lemme get my robes and I’ll go where you need me to go”

As I began to reach my clothes, all three elders took them from the floor before I could reach them. Each one held a piece of my clothing, and each one’s hands burst to flame, igniting my clothes like timber made for winter kindling.

“What did you do?” the concern in my voice making it crack “I can’t go out like this!”

My hands once again moved to my crotch, the warmth of my hands a stark contrast to the sudden chilling cold this chamber seemed to emanate. I still had some dignity, and I sure as hell am not gonna parade my little lamb dick all over the church grounds.

“On the contrary, little lamb,” an elder said, his hands now glowing gold.

“You need to be naked our little lambkin,” the second elder said, striking a pose like before.

“You shall become a paragon of chastity, just as Lukko’s clerics are!” The third elder said as his magic completed the trio’s.

Now golden light surrounded me in a golden aura, slowly wrapping around every nook and cranny in my body. I bleated once more when I felt my hoofed feet leave the floor, my body now mid air, it slowly followed the trio of elders. 

They were now approaching a large imposing door behind their seats, one I didn’t notice before.
It was well hidden amongst the stone facade, its deep gray hiding it save for anyone who looked too close. I could feel my heart beat with anticipation as to where they were taking me.

“OPEN THE DOOR, ALL MUST SEE THE GLORY OF LUKKO’S CLERIC” all three elders said in unison, prompting the door in front of them to open. Cracks of daylight shone through the gaps, the rays practically blinding me from the sudden change in lighting.

Once my eyes had adjusted, I knew where we were, and I did not like it. We were now on a balcony overlooking the courtyard. From this vantage point I could practically see the whole compound, from the barracks all the way to the gardens.

 Initiates, paladins, and acolytes all milled about, minding their own business. Each and every one of them, oblivious to the now nude sheep floating above the elders’ balcony. All it would take is one good look and they would see me. 

The thought of being caught like this, like some sort of pervert was alluring. I could feel this was turning me on again as I felt my loins stir in the cool morning air, the slight summer breeze tickling my bits. Now was not the time to be turned on though, especially not like this, bound and helpless like a newborn whelp.

Lobo came in after us, his resounding footsteps echoing as he approached. I looked at him for help or at least an answer, only to be greeted by a weak smile. Rather than saying anything, Lobo began to chant like the elders, his hands forming runes in the air in front of him, the faint glow of gold showing some sort of circle in front of him. 

Once he was finished, a large image of the three elders suddenly appeared above the courtyard. Their image was clear and crisp, as if I was standing just in front of them. Looking below the image I saw it was just above the courtyard, at the center of the church.

The image was just high enough to be seen, and just big enough to be noticeable; the sound of a bell could be heard from the tower behind us, a signal to listen to the elder’s announcement, I could only dread what it was going to be. 

I could see the image move in real time with the elders, which was a very bad sign. The two elders stepped back just enough to disappear from the projection, leaving a lone elder to speak. The lone elder cleared his throat, then spoke with a booming voice, one that is sure to be heard even outside the church grounds.

“GOOD MORROW BROTHERS AND SISTERS, TODAY IS A JOYOUS DAY” the elder said.
Slowly I began to float closer to the elder. Slowly  my naked body showed up on the projection as well. I was surprised to see it was only the top half, as some stone was obscuring everything from the waist down. I sighed in relief at the sight, before the elder continued.

“LUKKO HAS BOUGHT US A GIFT, A CLERIC. THE FIRST IN DECADES HERE” with that cheering erupted from down below, crowds already began to form. They were sparsely spread out, but I could see members of the church from initiates to paladins all looking up, eager to see the new cleric.

“AS THE PARAGON OF CHASTITY, THIS CLERIC WILL NOW BE INDUCTED AS SUCH” suddenly the projection shifted, showing naught the elder, but my crotch.

 Now on full display, all of those below are getting a close up view of my meager member, who seems to be enjoying the attention as I could see a bit of pink peeking from my sheath. I could feel the shame filling my face as dozends; no maybe even hundreds; of people were seeing my shame. 

Yet it seems this public display wasn’t enough for them. I could see some sort of golden light forming around my member on the projection. The alien imagery made me look down with concern. 

I instinctively tried to reach for my member as to dispel whatever that light was, yet my arms stayed at my sides. With my arms unable to move, I could only watch as magic wrapped itself around my pathetic manhood.

The golden light began to take shape, making itself feel solid where it touched my skin. First came a ring that felt cold as it wrapped itself around the base of my sheath and balls, constricting what little freedom they had. 

Then came some sort of cap covering my sheath, its end open with a slit. The light began to shift as it solidified until it stopped at the shape of a horned ram. A cruel joke by Lukko I presume. As soon as the magic did its work, I was let go and dropped to the floor.

Standing up, the weight of my new “accessory” was apparent. It felt like metal, but felt like it was made of orchicalcum. With my hands now freed, I pried at my sheaths confines only to be met with magical resistance.

Lightning shocked both me and my balls as I tried to remove the cage. I felt my member harden from the sudden stimulation, or at least it tried to. The feeling of the cold metal on my needy member’s tip made me shiver. The sight of what little the cage showed of my cock ended up looking like a tongue for the ram like cage, as if taunting me in my predicament.

“REJOICE TUPPA THE CLERIC, YOUR LACK OF VIRILITY IS REWARDED WITH YOUR CHASTITY!” more cheers and huzzahs erupted from the crowds below, all gawking at the sight of my pathetic state, the cage making my genitals look smaller than they already were.

As the projection disappeared, the crowds dispersed going back to their daily chores and duties. All while Lobo and the elders ushered me back into the chamber. Darkness filled the room once more as the door behind us closed, leaving us back in the cold.

My cage faintly glowed in the dark. It drew more attention to itself than I first realized, it's as if its advertising itself is on my cock. Letting everyone know I will never be able to use my cock, never be able to see it harden. Now under lock and key by the church’s rules.

“Marvelous” one elder said.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” another elder added.

“Lobo, take him back to his quarters, he has a long road ahead of him” the third elder said, waving his hands at us like some kids trespassing.

With those words, all three elders disappeared in a flash of light, back to being normal paladins of the order. Never to be seen again, like the secrets of the magic behind my cage hidden with their identities. I sigh, taking note of the only other person in the room, Lobo.

I looked at Lobo waiting for an answer, and it seems my glare finally made him talk.

“I’m sorry Tuppa, we’re not allowed to talk about the final test. I wanted to tell you, promise!” Lobo defensively.

I jab a finger in his chest, unable to say anything. Tears were forming in my eyes as I didn't know how I felt. I only know I felt humiliated and lied to; by the church, the elders, the paladins, and especially Lobo. Yet for some reason, I kinda liked it, being humiliated, degraded; all the while in public.

After rubbing the tears from my face I smiled at Lobo, this time he returned the favor by smiling back. After hugging it out a bit we gotta get me back to my room.

“So, got any cleric robes to hide, this” I say motioning to the cage between my legs.

“Y’see, that’s another thing, you’re not allowed to hide the cage” Lobo said looking away blushing.

“What!” I felt my heart sank at those words “You mean, I have to go through every day, parading this thing around my cock like some sort of prize?”

“No, no, no. I mean, when on grounds blessed by Lukko’s grace, you have to show the cage” Lobo says, staring at my cage.

As to prove his point he took out a handkerchief and placed it over my cage. And just like magic, which it is, the handkerchief burst to flames and light, leaving nothing but ash trickling down to the floor.

“Fine, let’s just get this over with” I say knowing full well I can’t do anything about the cage and its magic.

“Ok, just need to hook this up to your cage, as per tradition” Lobo says as a line of magic formed in his hands like rope.

One end of the rope went to his hands while the other end extended like a snake hunting its prey. Slowly making its way to my cage before fusing at the top. I open my mouth to protest only for no sound to come out but more bleats. Every word I say comes out as bleats and baas. 

I fell to the ground on all fours. I try to stand up only for my limbs to stay put. I could move around at least, degrading as this was.

“Another enchantment set by Lukko on all his followers. Be lucky they chose me to handle you” Lobo says leading me to the outside once more.

I would have shouted bleats and baas at the wolf had it not been for the newly formed crowd that had formed itself outside the chamber. It seems a lot of people wanted to see the new cleric. 

The sight of all the people in front of me made me blush. I felt pre begin to trickle from the cages mouth, each drop glinting in the cages light. Heads turned and smiles formed as some of the newer initiates began laughing at my sorry state. 

The walk back to my room was filled with shame, drowning out the stares and jeers I began to think of ways to remove the cage. No matter the cost, even if it means leaving the order, I only hope Lobo would come and join me.

I knew so long as I stayed in the confines of the church, I had no choice but to follow its crazy rules and magic. My only hope of getting this blaset cage off was finding the three elders, since I don't know their faces, that’s a no go. So my only hope is to find someone who knows about accursed magic like this in the ringed city, Asteron.