Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2022 11:34:32 +0100 From: Michael Arno Subject: Bullsy and the Priests Part 2 This story is pure fiction, and the contents should remain fiction. It contains sex acts between adults and boys. The author condemns unwilling abuse of children in every form. Do not read this if this subject matter upsets you. Just stop and go somewhere else. Comments at succumballs@gmail.com AND EVERYONE, DON'T FORGET... PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY Bullsy And The Priests Part 2 Brother Anselm waited for the forth grade boys to settle down before shouting, "Quiet, everyone. We have a new boy in class." Then he scowled at the intrepid youth. "Come to the front, Ferrel." As the fine-boned boy came forward his wavy hair and brilliant blue eyes reminded the brother of a grinning angel in the church ceiling. Then he saw the huge cock swing from side to side in his loose pants. Ferrel's lascivious grin sent a wave of alarm through the brother who stared at the huge salami hanging in his pants that wet the leg above the knee. Ferrel smirked at the brother's suppressed sexuality and stood so close they could feel each other's heat. "No, I don't wear underpants. So what? Am I too hot for you?" "Sit down at once, you wicked boy." He growled. Ferrel turned. "Jesus fucking christ." He shook his head at the boy he walked past and sat down again. "What did you say?" Brother Anselm's voice rose in outrage. "How dare you swear at me." "What?" Ferrel was genuinely confused. Home schooled all his life nothing was ever called a swear word. "We do not take the Lord's name in vain here." "I wasn't taking it anywhere." Ferrel faked complete innocence now. "I don't even know where Vane is. I've never been there and I probably never will." As he spoke Ferrel reached into his pants and lifted his huge testicles so as not to sit on his long scrotum. "We do not swear here." Brother Anselm held his hands in front of his robe. "I didn't swear anything." Ferrel looked at the other boys. Some grinned, some sniggered. "What?" He asked again as he scratched the root of his huge shaft. His trousers wiggled as his cock swung in the loose fabric. "You just used a filthy word." The cloister brother glared. "I did? What?" Ferrel was now curious and stroked his cock shaft to stay calm. "I won't even repeat what you said. Keep quiet." The brother adjusted his robe to hide his swelling cock. He knew he would fuck this boy into submission. Ferrel turned to his closest neighbour and whispered, "Fuck, what an asshole." "Go to the abbot at once." Brother Anselm stood and pointed to the door. Ferrel left the room as the other boys snickered. Entering the headmaster's office he smiled at the man behind the desk. "Hi, I'm Ferrel, and I'm supposed to see you." The boy adjusted his immense organ, pulling it up and moving it over to the left side of his trousers, away from the wet spot. The Abbot's eyes widened before he stood. Tall and lean he had a handsome sex appeal, and watched the boy's every movement. "You're the new boy." He whispered eagerly. "Wonderful." "Word gets around fast. How tall are you?" Ferrel cupped one hand in the other at his crotch. "Six four." The Abbot sucked his lower lip when Ferrel scratched his cock root. "Wow. And all in proportion, I hope." The boy approached the desk. "I mean, you've got something interesting about you, too." "Three of the older boys already met you." When the priest sat on the corner of his desk his robe opened, exposing his lower thigh. "Right. And what did they say?" Ferrel licked his upper lip and took a step closer. "That you would fit in nicely." The Abbot cupped his hands in his crotch. Ferrel giggled at the game they were playing. "Well, one of them fit in me real nice." "That must have been Peter." The Abbot studied the long tube in the boy's pants. "How'd you know that?" "He's the biggest..." The priest hesitated. "And strongest, and the boys' leader." "You mean he's got the biggest cock here?" Ferrel's hand shook his pants, and his cock dangled freely like an immense rope. "Until today, it seems." The abbot's eyes followed the boy's cock, avoiding the his gaze. He then looked down and saw his partly opened robe. When he tried to pull it closed Ferrel moved closer. "So he told you we got it on? It was a nice welcome too." Ferrel pushed his hand through the robe's opening and slid it over the smooth inner thigh. "So you must be one of the good guys. Nice hard leg muscle. I like that." The Abbot closed his eyes and felt the caressing hand slide toward his groin. "Who sent you to me?" "My warden, Brother Anselm." Ferrel pushed his hand up to the fabric that the Abbot's hand held over his genitals. "At least that was the name on the door frame." "He is your teacher, not a warden. The abbot reluctantly removed the new boy hand from his thigh and looked into the smouldering eyes. "You have beautiful hands, long fine fingers. Why did he send you?" "He said I used a filthy word." Ferrel put his hand back under the robe again and grinned like they were playing a chess game. "Your skin is soft. I love feeling it. Is that all right?" "What did you say?" The Abbot let his leg fall open to the boy's bewitching touch. "I said `what' a lot. When the abbot waited Ferrel continued, "Oh, OK. I said, Jesus fucking christ when he noticed my pants were wet, but I had just come and I drip a lot. But what really got him I think was when I said, Fuck, what an asshole. That's when he sent me here anyway." Ferrel slid his hand up to the crotch but was stopped by the Abbot who held his genitals over his robe. "You hardly have any hair on your leg. I like that. My dad shaves his cock and balls. Do you?" "I hope Brother Anselm doesn't force me to expel you, Ferrel." The hand rubbing the priest's thigh gave the man hope for the boy. "Your father went to a great deal of trouble getting you here. Your mother wanted you at her religious colony in Utah. They are very strict." "I like it here even though they took me away from my dad. I love him. We had some great times together, you know, really together." Ferrel took his hand off the priest's thigh, held his hands behind his back and licked his lips. The Abbot watched him suck up his belly up. The movement made his testicles roll up and down which made his huge organ twitch from side to side. "What are you doing?" "Actually I was wondering how big your cock is and what it would be like up my ass. You seem built like a guy with a thick cock. And you're sexy too." "Your father praised --, praised you very much and thought you would do well here." "Did he?" When Ferrel stroked his cock root and the Abbot watched enchanted he moved between the man's legs. "What's your name?" "I am the Abbot, Father Seaman." Ferrel giggled. "God, really? As in sperm? Or a sailor?" He openly pressed his meaty cock shaft against the priest's leg. "One meaning is more fitting than the other." The priest felt the boy reach under his robe. "I'll bet. Father Sperm sounds even better than Father Christmas since Christmas only comes once a year. How often do you come?" Father Seaman stood. "Those pants will not do here. They change colour when they get wet. You must have had thoughts of... well, sacred thoughts to some, evil thoughts to others. My brothers of the ancient religion will notice and be distracted by your gifts." "What? Oh. Fuck. Am I dripping again?" He squeezed down his shaft. "Well, like I said, I did just come, and I keep dripping for a while." The father watched the wet spot grow at the end of the heavily weighted meat, hanging, swelling, moving so wondrously. Just the sight of Ferrel's trousers made him pray that god had sent the boy to him. He went to a cupboard. "Put these over them, my dear son." He handed the child thick wool pants a size too big. Ferrel put them on. "How do I look? Sexy?" He looked around the office. "No mirror?" "Vanity is a sin." "Just overbearing vanity, but not the rest. Vanity is what makes us keep ourselves clean. Speaking of which, may I be excused?" "How old are you?" The abbot held his soutane down in front. "Twelve, almost thirteen. And you?" "Forty-nine. Now go back to class and try not to be disruptive." "But can I take my other pants off first? I want to try these wool pants alone. See if the roughness gets me going." He took off both pairs of pants at once. "You're not wearing underpants." The abbot looked incredulous at the enormous sex organ, pushed up and flopped to the side by mega testicles, all hairless as a child, white as fine smooth alabaster and twitching under its own weight and interest. His mouth hung open at the old god incarnate, or an angel sent by Him. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. "Oh Lord Provider." He slumped onto the corner of his desk. "I never wear underwear. Just gets in the way." Ferrel held up his cock for the Abbot's inspection. "Ever held a cock like this?" When Father Seaman's lips moved silently Ferrel stroked his spent organ lovingly, like it didn't actually belong to him, like it was just a treasure he wanted to share, and he continued, "You'll like it, once you get to know it. Everyone like you does. Do you ever masturbate? I hear the boys here are always getting fucked by the brothers who run this place. Is that true? I love getting fucked." He moved between the priest's legs. "Go to your class now, Ferrel." The Father shook with desire as the boy reached under and touched his thigh again. "Please, Ferrel. I must speak with the others first. Our community must know of your coming." "Why?" Still holding his immense cock the boy took the priest's hand and held it to his nose. "Because you are a great event." "Really? Your fingers smell like incense. I thought it might smell like cum, or ass musk. I bet you like fucking ass." "I have bathed since the morning prayer." What kind of prayers?" Ferrel brought Father Seaman's hand to his limp cock. The large hand curled around the thick meat stump. "That's it, Abby. Now slide your hand up and down a little. I know you've done this before." "Yes, our prayer services centre around veneration of the Phallus. Adoration of the erect penis takes many forms." The priest's hand squeezed down the long shaft to the glans. When a pearl of nectar appeared he smeared it over the shining lobe. "The god has blessed you with immense love, my son." "So you like playing Daddy. OK. But I'm not charged up yet. I just came a real wad out in the bushes, but you know that already. Anyway, my nuts need to rest and fill up, but we can get together later if you can't sleep tonight." Ferrel's smile was the most alluring invitation the priest had ever had. "Tonight?" "Don't stop playing with my dick, Abby. That's what it's for, and you like it." He stroked the trembling man's cock. "Oh yeah. You're all in proportion." Ferrel leaned in and kissed the panting mouth before squatting and sucking in the thick eight inch shaft. H felt the balls already tight. This priest was ready to pop, and he was ready to swallow. "Oh Lord." The priest held the head motionless thinking the god Priapus had come to him in the form of this youth, the god he and his co-religionists secretly worshipped. Or was this another god, come to test his devotion? "Stand up, Ferrel, my son." He looked down at the shining prick head. "Oh, Lord." The huge organ's beauty beguiled him. "Jesus stayed up all night praying before he died, and no one came to him." His thumb slid over the ridge of the prick. "The twelve men who loved him most." "Maybe they had all come already. But I like the other gods better. My dad showed me pictures of older gods, one was a Greek with a huge cock. He said people used to worship him." He watched the priest wonder at his huge cock. "Keep stroking me, Abby, and I'll get hard for you." The Abbot looked up startled. "You know him. The Lord Priapus." His hand slid along the shaft from head to root and back up. His squeezing brought forth another pearl of nectar from the cum slit. "Of course you do." He smeared the clear liquid over the head and watched it shine with light. "He is great. Our Lord Priapus. You are blessed, Ferrel. So very blessed with his divine nature." "Right. That's him. Priapus. Love the pictures of his big cock. You must like them too." Ferrel was slowly getting the picture of this cock sucker. "You have the god's phallus. It was worshipped in ancient times." The Abbot's hand trembled as the smooth alabaster shaft began to swell. He wanted only to pay homage to the organ. "So people really did worship cock back then?" "Oh yes. With great fervour." The Abbot reached into his robe and held his cock. "Temples were built to the Lord Priapus. Many had marble phalluses built into the seats for worshippers. Phalluses of varying sizes, some huge erections, some smaller for both experienced and inexperienced boys and men to sit on while they watched acolytes venerate the living organs of the priests." "You mean more than what you're doing right now." Ferrel took hold of the priest's hard cock and rubbed it. He was beginning to like this guy. "Nice thick cock you got, Abby." "Oh yes. The gods of love were much stronger in the old days, but some of us still worship in the old ways. The urge to serve Priapus is strong in many men." Both of the Abbot's hand held the growing organ as if it were a religious relic. "You can say that again. I've had lots of guys on their knees in front of me." "Oh mu Lord." The priest hesitated to admit his vocation without his brothers with him. "Priapus was the son of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty." Abbot Seaman cradled the giant testicles in his other hand. "How beautiful she has made you, Ferrel. And her son has blessed you with these wonder." He weighed the testicles in one hand and the cock in the other. Ferrel thought of the picture of the god's cock and balls being weighed on ancient Greek scales. "You want to know which is heavier, don't you? My cock or my balls." Ferrel's shaft was a pulpy ten inches now and still not fully hard yet. "I know you're trying to decide." "Oh my dear son of the god. I would worship you, with you." The Abbot felt the boy's hand masturbate his erection. "Yes, you have been sent to us. To expand our flock and expel the non-believers." "if you say so. I do know plenty of guys who worship." He grinned at the drooling priest. "I'm sure you are sent for a reason, my son." The priest wanted to kneel before the object of his adoration. "The Lord Priapus is revered by most of our brothers. His cult began in the 4th century BC, in the city of Lampsacus. It must have been a divine time to live, with so much love and respect for our true nature." "People still do, Abby." Ferrel rubbed the abbot's hard cock. "Like I said, I've watched plenty of guys worship." "I'm sure you have, my son. May I show my devotion?" "I like you playing Daddy. Sure. Whatever you want." Ferrel smiled up at the eager man and pushed him down to his knees. The priest knelt. "An organ of such rare splendour. A church in Canada has revived the old traditions." He slid the semi erect shaft over his face. "Oh my Lord is so beautiful." He panted. "The church has several branches now, and they perform many of the old rituals. I take part in as many as I can." "Do you? Like what?" Ferrel bent down and reached through the fold of the Abbott's robe and into his underpants. "Why do you wear those?" "Has my lord sent you to teach us?" He closed his eyes and let himself be gently masturbated. "I will tell our flock to go naked under their robes if you wish it." "So, like how do you worship?" Ferrel stroked the priest's erect cock, maybe seven, eight inches he thought. "I like your cock, Abby. It's nice and thick." "You praise me more than my worth." He breathed in the aroma of the boy's crotch and felt light headed as the god Priapus filled him with holiness. And he felt his own cock grow larger. He reached down to feel it. Like a miracle it was longer. "You are sent by Him who must be loved." "I don't know about that, but I love cocks." Ferrel almost laughed at the man drooling over his growing cock. "And I feel that love. Powerful in you. You shall give our flock new strength." He gently masturbated the half hard shaft with utmost care. "In the church of Saint Priapus group masturbation is encouraged, and semen is treated with reverence." He smeared a pearl of pre cum over his lips, frightened of sucking the organ without permission. "The consumption of semen remains an act of worship. Drinking from the shaft of life is one of my daily prayers" Ferrel giggled. "Well then, I've seen a lot of guys worship. Done a lot of worshipping myself, too." "Oh my Lord. I'm sure you have." The priest was about to suck his cock, but Ferrel held himself and smeared pre cum over the Abbot's face. "Have I offended you, son of the Lord?" "No. I suck and fuck as often as I can, but I just came." He offered the priest his huge balls. "As you wish. But Fellatio is strongly encouraged." The cock besotted man tenderly stroked the smooth apple glans as he tried to force one of the giant testicles into his moth. "How beautiful the goddess has made you. I am your humble servant who wants only to serve the divine gift our god has brought to us." Ferrel shook his head at the freak who stared at his cock. "I like the sound of that." "May I not taste your gift for a moment, my son, if your organ is not too sensitive. My mouth wishes to show my devotion." Ferrel held his half hard shaft and smeared his drooping cum slit over the holy man's lips. The effect was immediate. The priest's eyes closed, the tongue came out and the hands held the giant testicles in loving admiration. Even Ferrel felt the priest's devotion. He swizzled his prick head over the tongue and pulled the head close enough to fill the mouth with his huge meaty glans. "That's it, Abby." Ferrel whispered and guided the lips back and forth over his prick ridge. One of the Abbot squeezed up the shaft to bring forth the nectar of his devotion. The other cradled the giant testicles. Then he looked up. "The Church of St. Priapus sees Fellatio as an act of profound love and admiration that has positive effects not just for the recipient but for the performer of the holy act and for society. The practice encourages world peace. The church teaches that well-fellated men are less likely to make war." "What about ass fucking, Abby?" "Pain can be a great source of inspiration. I'm sure you will inspire our brothers to seek joy through pain." He reached under the heavy testicles and fingered the sticky anus. "Peter as already seeded your hole." He milked up the shaft for more pre cum and let it stream into his mouth. Then he brought the sticky fingers to his nose before licking them. "You have brought radiance to us in the first minutes of your arrival. Your holiness will be greatly rewarded." "Well, I sure landed in the right place. I'm all for cock sucking, Abby." Ferrel squeezed out another dribble of pre cum onto the abbot's tongue. "And ass fucking." "Oh Ferrel, the Lord is strong in you." He stuck out his tongue for more. "And sweet." Ferrel pushed his cock into the priest's mouth and grinned. "You like the taste of the lord." "I do, my Lord Priapus." The priest used his fingers to spread the cum slit, then tried to push his tongue in. Ferrel wondered at the mental stability of the frenzied man. "You know I'm going to fuck you." Father Seaman looked up at the splendid boy. "Lord Priapus inspires me." He licked the shining head. "I will submit to the brilliance your cock brings us when the Lord wishes." "You mean when I want to fuck your ass." Ferrel slapped his shaft over the priest's face leaving a trail of pre cum on the cheek. Abbot Seaman embraced his hips, resting his forehead on the pubic bone. "As my Lord wishes. I am trying to bring our centre to Him, but some resist. I have ten devotees, but there are five who resist." When he milked the long shaft the pre cum flowed. "Oh yes. You have come to help me grow our flock." "Don't mind helping with that, Abby, since you're so stuck on my dick." "Thank you, my son." The Abbot's lips slid up and down the entire ten inches of pulpy cock shaft. "I long to see you in full glory. Your Phallus, your erect penis, will bring us great joy and strength. I yearn to feel you inside me. Praise to Priapus." Ferrel jumped back and turned away when the door opened. Brother Anselm stared at the two. "What are you doing to the Abbot." He growled. "Nothing." Ferrel shot back. "Father? The devil's child is naked." "Yes. He was changing. He must wear thicker, wool pants so he does not show himself so obviously. We were praying for his return to god's bosom." "Now?" "Yes. A sudden moment of Grace overwhelmed us. Leave him in peace." "Come, Ferrel." The Brother took the boy by the hair and led him out. "I will show you the true lord's ways." That evening Pete searched for Ferrel. As boss of their secret club, the Knights of the Holy Fuck, he had first right to the kid and wanted to see his hard cock again. When he couldn't find him he and twelve other members searched the school. They saw lights on in the discipline room and shadowy movement, but no crying, just the faint sound of leather lashes striking something. When the lights went out Pete and the other Knights snuck into the discipline room. Being the Knight's leader Pete had the secret key to the room. A Knight years earlier had made a copy and the Boss always held it. When they opened the room they found Ferrel on a rough bed, naked, shivering and covered in red welts. Pete sat next to him. "Bullsy? You OK?" He whispered gently. Ferrel nodded. "I didn't know they were so rough here." He started crying. Pete spooned behind him to warm him. "You'll be OK. I'll get Anselm for this." Ferrel nodded again. "No one heard anything. You didn't scream. We would have come if we'd heard anything." "He wanted me to cry. That's why I didn't do it. I hate him." "Sam," Pete ordered. "Go to the dispensary and get the aloe and burn salve for these welts. And Wills, bring a waxed cotton sheet. Once they had wrapped Ferrel in salve Pete carried him to his own bed. "Go to sleep, Bullsy. You'll be fine." He laid naked in front of the boy, massaged the gigantic cock with aloe until it was hard enough to slip into his ass and spent a half hour gently easing the monster prick head into his fuck hole. "There. Goddam, I've never had a horse like you." "I'm sorry. You don't have to." Ferrel could hardly feel his cock covered in the soothing, numbing ointment. "Yeah, I do." With the numbing agent in the gel Pete`s anus finally relaxed, and slowly the thick post began to fill his throbbing fuck hole with its warm strength. "That'll take your mind off the pain." "It doesn't hurt much anymore. That's great stuff you use." "Well, I'm glad you don't hurt because your cock is filling me with ass fire, Bullsy." Pete lifted his leg and reached twelve inches back to the testicles like ripe oranges. Almost none of the shaft was in him, just the huge head. "Oh, fuck me with a Bullsy." He panted as the others watched their leader. He couldn't stop now if he wanted to. "I like that name better than Cupcakes. I'm sorry if I'm hurting you." "Don't be, Cupcakes. I like that name. It's cute, like you. Can't I call you that?" "If you want." Ferrel kissed Pete's back. He hadn't kissed anyone since his father rode him a week before. Then he reached around. Pete's cock was hard as a rock and dripping. "Your asshole is throbbing. It's a beautiful feeling." "You think?" Pete panted as his hole stretched wider than ever before. "Yes, because your cock is hard too. It means you want to ride me, and that will be beautiful. I love watching men whose big hard cocks swing around while they're riding the horse. My daddy and four or five other guys do it every day at Cockburn Ranch where I grew up. But I want you, Petey Sue. More than anybody." `Then I guess I got to do it, but fuck, Cupcakes. Give me a little rest." He pushed the huge head out of his burning asshole. "Come here, Jonny. Get your tongue in my ass." "Oh yeah. The man is gonna love this." Jonny knelt at the edge of the bed and smeared Ferrel's giant meat head over the red ass pucker. "Goddam, Petey Sue. I've never seen your ass so cherry red and swollen. That looks good enough to eat." And he dug his tongue into the loose anus. After a good ass eating he pulled back. "I think Pete the meat wants more than a tongue in there." He stood, crouched and slid his thick cock into the loose hole. "Oh yeah, Jonny. Get me loose for Cupcakes." After a short fuck he pushed Jonny's thick rod out. "Eat my ass again." "Yes, Sir-reee." Jonny alternated between tonguing the loose anus and sucking Ferrel's prick head. Then he pulled Pete's fuck hole back to meet Ferrel's horse meat and licked and tongued them both before swabbing the drooling glans over the anal pucker. "Goddam, Pete. You want it. Your ass is looking for it, like you got eyes in you fuck hole." Pete laid passive and let Jonny smear the glans over his anus, gently pushing the ridge of the head in and out of the swollen pucker. "Oh yeah. Goddam, that feels good. I'm gonna take you, Cupcakes. Get some more of my gallon stallion up my ass, Jonny." He lay still waiting for the fire again, trying to let his fuck hole relax all the way. Jonny tongued the hot hole, then pulled Ferrel by the balls. The boy edged forward until his prick head disappeared into the warm anus. Then he pushed it out again and tongue fucked his friend. Over and over, in and out. "Fuck, Pete. It's like trying to get an apple up your ass." He held Pete's leg up as he worked the head in and out. "Don't stop, Jonny. I'm doing OK. Keep the head in." He felt his ass throb over the horse shaft. "You like my tight ass, Cupcakes?" Ferrel put Pete's hand on his shaft where it disappeared into the throbbing hole. "Goddam, you're proud of that baseball bat, and you love taking my ass. Don't you? Fucking horse." Ferrel held Pete's dripping cock. "What do you think, Pea Sue?" When he stroked the hard shaft Pete made him stop. "Just what I thought." "What?" Pete panted. The ass fire was turning to lust heat, and he pulled some of the shaft's skin toward his anus. "Oh Jesus fuck." "I knew my cock would turn on your fuck hole. That's good." Ferrel pushed his prick head and five inches of meat into the hot and throbbing anus. "There. We're out of hell and half way to heaven. This is where I start to get thicker." He pulled Jonny's mouth to the cock anal joint. Jonny licked around the tight stretched anal ring and sucked his friend's balls as Pete lay panting. "You're doing good, Pete. This is so fucking hot somebody get a phone. We have to get a vid of this. Bullsy's going up this guy's ass." "Hold me, Cupcakes. Just hold me." He reached around. When he had Ferrel's hand he sucked the thumb, but Ferrel motioned Bak to come closer and feed Pete his cock. "OK. Yeah. Good idea." Pete sucked the smooth cock as Ferrel pushed up his ass cheek and began pumping. "Yeah. OK." And then he felt it. Ferrel was going deeper. And deeper. He shivered, but not from ass fire. He'd seen the boy's rock hard cock and seen him shooting. And he wanted it. Wanted to be the first to ride the gallon stallion. Wanted to be his lover boy's best cock jockey. He reached between his legs. The balls were still four, five inches away. He pulled the long scrotum to his ass hole. Ferrel pushed deeper. "How you doing, Pea Sue?" He licked his ass fuck's back and kissed it. "You were right, Cupcakes. Once you start, you go all the way." He felt the new cock master's hand push into his lower belly, manoeuvring his prick head through his guts. But Ferrel felt Pete was at his limit and slowly pulled his cock out. Pete let out a huge sigh of relief, and Ferrel turned him and kissed his lips. "That's enough for now, big guy. Let's sleep a little bit." Pete turned and held his lover. "You're a real sweetheart, Cupcakes. I wasn't going to quit, but --." "It'll be easier next time, Petey. I want you to like me." "Go to sleep, Cupcakes." Pete kissed the boy. Agin, Everyone. Please Donate to Nifty