Shaman War

Chapter 2

He stood naked in the hot shower, his hands caressing his own body, touching, feeling and exploring. Moving slowly at first, but then faster, with urgency while the hot water continued to wash his lean body. His eyes were tightly shut when eventually soft moans escaped from his trembling lips. The sensations hit him so suddenly that they forced his naked back against the warm shower wall.

Later that same morning Doros sat uncomfortably at his office desk. He looked down unhappily at all the papers and documents that needed his immediate attention, but he just couldn't focus. His mind went back to the shower scene of barely two hours ago. Was he hoping to find the hash truth about his body, or was he relieved that he had not.

He had done just what his parish priest had suggested, that he examine himself while in the shower. Did Father Goh mean well, or did he put the idea into his head, to do something that was not so natural, against his own free will. The image of what he had done with the priest, so many times in that room was still clear in his mind. It had felt good at first, because it was what he thought he wanted, but once he had let the older man defiled his young body, he felt shame and remorse.

 For Doros was brought up proper, in a Catholic family, and had always been strong willed and disciplined. His parents never allowed him to be close to any girls. What would they think, if they knew what he had done, not with a girl, but with a priest? Anyway, what was done was done. He had let the hot shower relaxed his muscles and tried his best to feel for any abnormalities that might be on his naked body. He really wanted to find the reason for the way he had been feeling the last few days.

Doros had grown up in the small village of Sri Aman, about three hours' drive from the Capital City of Kuching. After he had graduated high school, he couldn't wait to leave his village, in search of a good job and a more interesting life. He had been lucky, for he found a lucrative job, with a shipping company in the city.

As the only child, his parents were at first reluctant to let him go, but finally they had decided it was the best thing for him. Three hours wasn't really that far, and Doros had promised to visit most weekends.

"Be careful of sexual sins," his father said for the tenth time. "When you are in the city, you will be surrounded by sluts who are only interested in one thing."

Doros had answered that he would be most careful, but in his mind, he told himself , sexual sins or not, he was going to change his life. He wanted to see and do things he was never able to before.

"Morning Doros, welcome back to the world of the living," joked his friend Mark who had the desk next to his. "So, how are you feeling now, after your two days of MC?"

The whole office had been on fire, gossiping about him because Doros was, as a rule, healthy, young and strong. To suddenly take two whole days off, and not even have an explanation from the doctor as to what was wrong with him, was certainly fuel for the flame.

Doros had smiled at Mark, but his heart was not smiling. He had been in the city several months now, but he had yet to do and experience the things he dreamt of. Every time, the opportunity came, he had turned away, feeling ashamed and afraid.

At lunch in the basement staff canteen, again the conversation centered on his absence from work. Somebody remarked that Doros must have lost his virginity, and that was why he looked so washed.

 This time, however, some concrete suggestions were thrown into the group discussion. A woman who was older and from a village in the remote part of Sarawak , asked, "Did anyone step on your foot recently? Or did you pick something up from the streets that didn't belong to you?"