Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2014 11:29:21 -0700 From: Blake Cotera Subject: A Priest's Discipline - Part 3 A Priest's Discipline – Part 3 Blakester9999@yahoo.com It was Friday, the evening before we were to leave camp. I was in bed as were all the other campers. It's funny how the drug works. I still don't know how they administered it. But I know I woke up in a dark room lying face down on a padded table. I was aware of everything around me. I just couldn't do anything about it. It was like watching a movie seeing trains about to collide – you watch because you're just observing, you're not really in the scene. It was almost like being intoxicated. Aware, but disinclined to act. I couldn't really lift my head up. I don't think I even really tried. But I saw feet and legs walking around me. Black robes. Seminarians robes. And I could hear everything being said. Like I was in a tunnel with really bad acoustics. "Is he out?" "Yes, just look at his eyes." "Shall we get going?" "How long do we have?" I don't know how many were there but it seemed like more than just Brothers John & Steven. "Get his clothes off." I felt myself being stripped. I'd normally have fought back or been embarrassed. But whatever drug was in me was doing the job. No inhibition. "Now...lay him on his stomach and let his legs drop off the sides of the table." "Should we tie him down?" "No, there's no need." My body felt heavy. I couldn't lift my arms or legs or even head if I wanted to. I felt the last of my clothing – my underpants – slipping off me. The silence of a few moments was broken by, "Quite a sight, isn't he?". Who was that speaking? Brother John I think. "Let's have a look Brothers..." I felt hands on the cheeks of my fanny. The hands started to pull apart my cheeks. What's going on? "Ahhhh look Brothers. THAT'S what we're here to see. The most private and sacred of all sights – a boy's asshole." Brother John swore. It seemed strange. Even stranger than the fact that my asspussy was now on public display. "Look at that. Smooth. Pink." I then felt an indescribable sensation. "Warm. And tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." The room laughed. "Come over here to get a better look gentlemen." It was then that I was sure that it wasn't just the 2 Brothers. "Aw look at that." "Can I touch it?" "Look you can see his little balls right under it." One of the voices sounded peculiar. One of the other Brothers? One of the priests? "Steven – do your work." I felt the two hands stay on my butt cheeks, but then felt something else. A finger was pressing against my hole. "Remember Steven, only up to the first knuckle. We don't want to hurt him." I felt an immediate pressure on my asshole. It hurt but I wasn't in a position to move and certainly not object. After a few minutes the finger started moving around. I absentmindedly started moaning. "Listen to him. He's in heaven." "Look at him. He loves it." There was that strange voice again. John? Steven? A priest? "Keep going Steven. I want to see his baby-dick erect but I don't want him to cum. Yet." "OK let's roll him over." I felt my body roll onto my back. As soon as I did, the finger re-penetrated me. This time with less pain. "Look gentlemen, looks like we've got us an excitable boy." They were right. I felt my boner stiffening up. Under normal circumstances I'd have died of embarrassment. But it didn't even phase me. Like I was in a dream or watching a movie. "Haha look at him – stiff as a board." "More like stiff as a twig hahahaha". "It might be small but there's nothing more purely beautiful than boycock." "Can I do it now?" "No grasshopper, be patient". I felt my body moaning and squirming on the table. It was excruciating but amazing. "Now? Please? PLEASE????". Alright grasshopper, you've paid your dues." With that there was a man straddling my head, standing over me with his balls and stiff cock right over my face. I wasn't scared as I was fascinated. I'd never seen one this close up before. It was almost memorizing. Hairy balls, tons of hair around his cock. But no other hair anywhere. This was definitely not Brother Steven. I had a good enough look at him to know he had hair all over down there. John? Another seminarian? The man pointed his cockhead right at my mouth and ran it over my lips, encouraging me to suck it. I didn't. Till I felt the fingers pressing my nostrils together. My lips instinctively opened and the stranger slid his cock in my mouth. Deep. I chocked on it and he pulled back. Just as instinctively, I began sucking. I could taste him. Smell him. Feel the heat from his manhood. I felt the fuzziness of his balls. His cock was so hard but the skin was so soft. That's what I remember most. I thougth about how great this must feel. How weird I must look laying there naked being fed a man's cock. "You selected this one wisely Steven." "He's got a nice set of nuts on him doesn't he?" "This one will suit our needs well." "He's the perfect age to be taught obedience." This is what I wanted. I wanted to be a man like this. The hair. The size. The power. The authority. As I sucked he began to pump his hips to piston his cock in and out of my mouth. And suddenly without warning he came, filling my mouth with juice. Exhausted and satisfied, he pulled out. When he did I realized who the mystery voice was. The "man" who's cock I just sucked. My brother.