Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 16:48:25 -0400 From: Randy Boyd Subject: Father Jack - Part VI FATHER JACK – Part VI JACOB AND THE PRIEST (and the Bishop & Thomas & Gianni) This is a work of fiction. It is only a fantasy.... but as a fantasy it's kind of hot. The next morning I made sure that everything – and everyone – was in place for my encounter with Jacob. The anticipation was killing me when, a few minutes after ten, there was a knock on my door. Jacob. Right on schedule. "Come in," I called. I remained seated at my desk as the door opened and Jacob stepped cautiously in. "Good morning, Father," he offered. "Jacob, good morning," I answered. The lad looked fresh and a bit flushed; he had probably been engaging with the boys while he supervised them in the gymnasium. A good way to start the day. Jacob crossed the room toward the chair in the center but, as I made no invitation for him to sit, he stood expectantly in front of my desk. "What can I do for you, Father?" he asked. "Is everything all right?" "Jacob, you're aware of my work with the boys, trying to get them to resist the fleshly temptations of onanism, are you not?" "Of course, Father. I hope you see me as an ally in that work. I've been trying to help—" "—Yes, yes, Jacob," I cut him off, "you've been a great help to me in this, and the boys are doing proper penance and behaving according to my specifications. Thank you." I could see the relief on his face. I continued: "In fact, Jacob, that's why I asked you here this morning. As my helper in this great task, you have become indispensible, and I want to make your role official." "Official? I'm afraid I don't follow..." "I want to make you my minion. Do you know what that is?" "I'm not sure..." "It means `one who is favored'. You'll take on some new, very specific responsibilities related to keeping the boys on God's path when it comes to their teenage lusts. This is a great honor, Jacob. Do you accept?" "Well... I... I... yes, I accept." "Excellent, Jacob. I had hoped you would. Like all promotions within the church hierarchy, of course, there is a simple ritual we must perform to grant you these new authorities in the eyes of God." I paused. "OK, Father." "Very good, Jacob. As your new duties will involve sensitive issues, the rite of passage for you is a kind of ritual cleansing so that you can be above reproach. If you're ready to proceed, you can start by removing your shirt and placing it on the chair behind you." He clearly hadn't been expecting this. "Um, what?" "You heard me, Jacob. It's important that, as my minion, you obey me without question... God's ways are not always immediately apparent but you must trust that I know what I'm doing." "Yes, Father," he said, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off. The lean torso with its almost pink skin was luminous in the morning light – and much better up close than the view I'd had of it yesterday. "Now your shoes and socks, and then... the rest." While I sat behind my walnut desk, Jacob did a slow strip in front of me. He had accepted my authority and didn't even hesitate to remove his underwear, revealing for me his heavy cut cock in its delicate nest of strawberry blond pubes. Just 22, Jacob was a fine looking young man: tall, athletic, smooth and pale. And now, he was standing fully naked in front of me, awaiting instructions. I looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. The quiet was electric, but Jacob made no moves to cover himself or to release my gaze. I broke first, allowing my eyes to slowly traverse his body down, and then back up. "Father?" he asked. "What should I do now?" "What do you normally do, Jacob, when a man is looking at your naked body?" That startled him, and I could see the color rush to his cheeks. "I, uh.. I'm..." he stammered. "I don't—" "God knows even the things you think no one sees, Jacob," I said calmly. "Now. Show me what you normally do when you're naked and a man is watching you. Don't deny that you want to." I think the words "a man is watching" were really all it took, for I could see Jacob's cock start to plump and lengthen. His eyes still on mine, he flexed his cock once or twice causing it to pulse upwards as it stiffened further, approaching rapidly its full eight inches. "That's it Jacob," I encouraged. "You can't hide from God and you can't hide from me. You like to show yourself to men, don't you?" It was barely a whisper: "Yes." "Yes," I echoed. "And you like that I am seeing your big cock grow and get hard now, don't you?" "Yes, Father." "Mmm-hmmm. But you have sinned, Jacob, by keeping this from me, and you must do your own penance as part of this ritual before you can be entrusted with the duty of helping save other boys in our charge from their lusts." "Yes, Father. Please forgive me." His cock was pointing straight up now, as hard as I've ever seen anyone's cock. This boy was a randy exhibitionist, and he was ready. Jacob's trance was startled by a loud knock on the door. He had no idea that I'd planned what was coming next, so he was even more startled when I called out: "Come in!" I stood as Bishop Ryan entered. "Your Grace," I said in welcome. "You are just in time." "Yes, Father, I can see that," the Bishop answered. "It looks like soon you will have a new minion, and that the ritual cleansing is well underway. You may proceed." With that, he took a seat in the chair directly behind Jacob, his eyes now level with the taut globes of his pristine ass. If Jacob was feeling fear, his cock didn't show it. He was still at full attention. Still standing, I instructed Jacob to bend forward and lean his elbows on the edge of my desk. I heard a low groan of delight from the Bishop, whose view of his ass was enhanced now by the new access this position granted. Bishop Ryan's hand went to his crotch, where a bulge was growing. "The next phase in the rite involves a ritual annointing, Jacob," I said, removing my own trousers. My fully-erect meat swung freely from side to side, and I could see Jacob's eyes follow its movements, which only turned me on more. He liked to see as well as be seen. "Bring your face closer, now." He slid forward on his elbows until his face was just inches from my rigid pole, his lips glistening. I could feel his hot breath on my stick. I grabbed my cock and squeezed the red-hot shaft until a pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip, then said "close your eyes, my son." I pressed the head of my cock onto each of his eyelids, coating them with the silvery goo, then I rubbed the rest over his shiny lips. He opened them slightly, inviting me to push my rod inside his hungry mouth, but I pulled back, telling him now to stand tall again. I made my way around the desk until I was right next to him, wearing only my shirt now. As I did so, the Bishop rose, too, and removed his pants. Standing on either side, we each took one of Jacob's arms and raised it, with Bishop Ryan murmuring quietly in some latin phrases I couldn't make out – we were improvising together – I followed the Bishop's lead as he fastened his lips lustily on the lad's tiny nipples. "Pump your cock for us now, Jacob," I grunted into his chest. "Show us how you stroke it." Jacob grabbed his tool with both hands and began thrusting his hips back and forth. Apparently the Bishop's time spent gazing at the youth's ass had its effect; he suddenly knelt down behind the boy and dove his twitching tongue into his hairless crack. The boy was getting ready to come, I could sense it, but we weren't nearly finished with him. He needed to be otherwise occupied. "That's enough for now, Jacob," I said, pushing his hands away from his throbbing love muscle. The Bishop looked up at me questioningly, and I flashed him a look that promised much more. "Sit here, now, my son, on the edge of my desk, and then lay back so we can see all of you." Jacob complied, stretching his arms up over his head as he did so, causing the skin over his torso to tighten, accentuating the contours of his abs. His heavy, bright pink balls dangled down between his smooth legs, his tool still dripping and hard, reaching nearly to his belly button. "Repeat after me now, Jacob: as a minion I am chosen." "As a minion I am chosen..." "I am bound to you, my Father." "I am bound to you, my Father." "You see me and see through me." "You see me and see through me." "And we are bound together for God." "And we are bound together for God." "That's right, Jacob. Now—" Another knock on the door. Everything was going according to plan. "Come in," I called. The door opened and Thomas slowly entered. I had told him to come this morning, and his timing could not have been better. He stood stock still, his mouth gaping at what he saw: a priest and Bishop without their pants, and his boy-toy Jacob splayed lewdly across my desk. "Father, you... you... wanted to see me?" he asked incredulously. "Close the door, Thomas, and come over here." He closed the door, but made no move to get closer. "Thomas, as you can see we are... in the middle of something, and so I'm going to make this very easy for you. Jacob is up for promotion, and the ritual requires your participation in the final stage. I know all about what you two have been getting up to, and am willing to forgive you both, but I need you to work on my behalf in return." Silence. "Jacob," I instructed. "Raise your knees and rest your feet on the desk." He did as he was told. "That's right, spread those legs and show Thomas what we're offering him." Below Jacob's succulent ball sack winked his tight pink boy hole, and I was betting that Thomas had never even dreamed of getting his dick in there. Thomas tried to catch Jacob's eyes for direction, but all he could see was lust. It must have been enough, because soon he was undoing his belt buckle, and moving toward us all. "Very good, Thomas. Now I want you to plow this boy hard, you are going to fuck him, not just watch him jack his cock off for you in a window. Do you want to fuck him, Thomas?" "Oh, yeah, Father, you won't have to ask me twice!" he roared. "Jacob," I said, "let your head drop back now, so you can get all of the Bishop's cock down your throat. His throat opened wide, Bishop Ryan slid his pole all the way in with a grunt. "Mmmhhh... Oh, yes... You will make an excellent minion, my boy..." While his Grace face-fucked the smooth lad, Thomas – fully naked now – moved into position between his legs. Thomas was hairier than any of us, a coating of silky fur all over his legs and chest, a dark mass around his cock. And his cock was huge, at least ten inches long and the thickest I'd ever seen. This would be some initiation for Jacob! Thomas spat on his cock and lubed it up with his slimy spit, then pressed it against Jacob's virgin hole. Jacob wriggled around, sensing its size; I could hear him start to pant with lust. I decided to enjoy some of what he was offering the Bishop, nudging my own rod in past his already stretched lips, sliding it against the Bishop's pole and filling the youth's throat with a second helping of man meat. As we filled him from the top end, Thomas commenced to stuffing his bottom. Grabbing the boy by his knees and pushing his legs up and back, Thomas started to push the head of his tool past the lad's tight sphincter. A cry of pain was muffled by our dicks in his mouth, but we could feel it nonetheless. Thomas was not gentle; he kept pushing despite the whimpers of protest, knowing that the pain would pass and soon the boy would feel only the most intense pleasure. The three of us shared a conspiratorial look as Thomas slid the rest of the way in; we were using this kid to the fullest, brutally fucking him in the ass and mouth, and his young cock was rock hard, a stream of silky pre-cum dripping constantly. The intense pleasure of Jacob's tongue gliding expertly over the shaft of my cock, mingling with the Bishops hard pipe, was almost too much. Thomas was now fucking in long, slow strokes, but I could see he was ready to really let go. "Unnggh," he grunted. "Yeah, boy, this is what you've wanted, yeah? Huh? Fuck, your ass is hot and tight... Mmmmm... nice sweet boy pussy for my fucking cock... Mmmm...Mnnghh!" Tiny gasps of pleasure were starting to escape from Jacob's busy mouth as his hole was plowed open by Thomas' truncheon. "Ooohhh, yeah, that's right boy, now you know what it's all about," he continued. "Like me to watch you jack off, get me hard and hot... now you're gettin' fucked, now I'm fuckin' your boy hole good... Mmnnnghh! Mmnnnghh! Gettin' all...the...way...in!" "Aaahhhh!" Jacob cried as Thomas slammed deep inside, banging hard on the kid's prostate. His eyes were glazed over and I could see his dick begin to twitch with ecstasy. Knock. Knock. Knock. Everything stopped, and everyone looked at me. I merely smiled, and said "Come in!" The door opened and Gianni entered. I had asked the 14 year old to come back this morning for part 2 of his penance; he was a lusty lad but unprepared for what he saw. I jumped in quickly: "Gianni, it's time for part two of your penance. You have to trust me. I know you will like this, and if you don't follow through then part one will all have been for nothing. Now come over here and remove all of your clothes. Quickly now." The boy, probably too intimidated by all the naked men and the threat of God's wrath, did as I had commanded. I knew that all would be fine when I saw that he was already hard, and that he couldn't take his eyes off of Jacob's oozing cock. "Gianni, you liked what we did last time, right? The part with my finger?" He blushed, and nodded. "That's a good boy. Now, I want you to get up on the desk and stand over Jacob, facing me and Bishop Ryan." A startled look crossed his eyes; this was the Bishop?! But he did as I'd asked, his 6-inch stiffie poking into the air just inches from the Bishop's and my face. Man, he was a delicious looking boy, and for a moment I was a little jealous of Jacob for what I was about to give him. "Now, Gianni, I want you to bend all the way down so your face is on Jacob's chest." Thomas, who had continued to fuck Jacob slowly and quietly, instantly caught on, leaning forward to moisten the teen's exposed virgin boy hole with his hungry tongue. He seemed in heaven, with two tight puckers to ravage. When the kid's moans of pleasure showed that he was ready, I placed Jacob's hands on Gianni's hips and began pushing the boy gently downward, until he sat against the tip of Jacob's aching tool. With a low growl, Jacob slid his prick into the teentwat, and I could see Thomas' eyes bulge with lust seeing this in front of him. Now cocks were pumping everywhere: Thomas was fucking Jacob, Jacob was plowing Gianni, and the Bishop and I were still pumping Jacob's face with our meat. As I started to hear the non-verbal grunts and gasps of uncontrolled lust, I reached forward to grasp Gianni's vibrating woodie, slick with milky juice as his ass was getting poked for the first time. I let my fingers play around the head like I knew he liked, and then grabbed it hard with all of my hand and pumped it madly, making the kid shriek with pleasure. "Ooohhh... Father! That feels sooooo goooood!" "That's right, boys, God is showing his pleasure with us today... we are all going to consecrate our seed for him... Oh... yeah," I moaned, "ride those hard cocks, my sons... feel them pump deep in your holes... fuck... yeah, suck and lick my tool, boy..." I couldn't tell who was moaning and grunting and gasping and whimpering, but it was all pretty hot, just a blur of man sounds, boy sounds, slippery wet sounds. Thomas was pounding faster and releasing a steady stream of verbal abuse toward Jacob: "Fuck yeah, gonna fuck that tight slut hole, boy... yeah, you love gettin' fucked, don't you?! Take my big dick in that hungry chute, Mmnnggh! Mmnnggh! Mmnnggh! Mmnnggh! Oh! Gonna fill you with my fuck juice, yeah.. gonna cum... take my cum, boy! Aaaarrnnnggghhhhh!!!!" The pounding Jacob got from Thomas only spurred him to speed up his assault on Gianni, who seemed to relish the piston-like poking he was getting while I continued to jack him off. As I felt my own cum start to bubble up past the point of no return, I felt the simultaneous pulsing of Bishop Ryan's prick spurting his jizz into Jacob's mouth, and Gianni's boy-cock squirting his stream of teen cream into my hand. As I pulled out and let fly my own ropy strands of cum all over Jacob's glistening lips and face, I saw him tense and thrust powerfully into Gianni's love canal, planting his seed deep inside the boy. Covered with cum and sweat, we dressed in silence, and then I said: "Today's rites were part of God's plan, and we all have a continuing part to play. I hope I can count on you all to respond when you are needed again in furtherance of his will." One by one, each man or boy nodded. This was only the beginning. More stories from St. Mark's are planned – if you have ideas about afternoons with Paolo, Gianni, Tony, Marco, Ben, Dylan, Brody or Jacob (or other boys!), please let me know: randyboyd1@outlook.com. And thanks for the ideas I've already received – I'll try to work them in.